Post by :: Pandie :: on Nov 23, 2009 22:28:32 GMT -5
Pandora
Alias
Rhyssia Demore
His keen blue eyes snapped from location to location infront of him. His lips half twisted into a demonic smile as he surveyed the forestry. What a beautiful sight. He crept along, his form drifting lifelessly through the shadows.. Then combining to make a silhoette of a man. When he stepped clean of the shadows his figure was full. His light sandy hair drifted into his eye every now and then. The dark stormy orbs seemed too deep to speak of.
He had walked this path before, he realized. He sighed slightly and frowned. Where were the charmin' damsels in distress? Where was the excitment his gut told him he needed? His eyebrow quirked as he eyed a small rodent that scampered off with it's nocturnal findings and made it seem as if it had struck gold.
His features faded to slack. His jaw line was relaxed but his toned jaw was still chiseled well. He paced around in a circle. .Causing the shadows to bend first forward in a concave manner then in reverse. He twirled his fingertip and the shadows began to dance lividly before his very eyes.
Then he pointed, grunted softly and the shadows followed command. Swayin' off into the direction he pointing, swirled back and lifted an apple for him to take. Such a glory..Shadow manipulation was...He smirked.. Oh what a night indeed.
There was only so much a woman could take trapped in a house with two men. Pandora was, underneath it all, just a woman afterall, and thus she felt she was at her breaking point. Whatever happened to a home of her own? To ruling the world with a sneer, and a quick death? Oh, how the mighty had fallen.
When she left the privacy of her chambers this evening, she had already known exactly what she needed. Tonight, she had no intention of working. Of fixing the mess that still lay within the Archives of her home. Tonight, she would not mope about waiting for either Raistlin or Tathar to make an appearance, as she had for the past couple of months. No, tonight she needed the fresh air.
It would have been nice to stroll in the sunlight, but Pandora had to keep up appearances, thus she slept the entire day away, locked within the comforts of her quarters, and only elected to leave when the sun had long since sank behind the trees that bordered the Forgotten Forest.
Wearing a simple attire of depressing black shades, She didn't even bother to pin up her hair. Pandora had no one to impress, and just between us, she loved the freedom and wildness of her hair flying around her in the evening breeze. And, my was there a nice breeze out there this evening. Even from her bed, she could hear its alluring whistle through the boarded windows.
Now, as she stepped out of the single door that led to and from the Tower, Pandora began to secondguess her not so wise decision to leave without a cloak. She had spent all too long wearing them, and the chance to feel the wind on her skin was compelling... But perhaps she should have dressed warmer? Afterall, she could catch cold, and then how would she explain that one?!
Giving her head a stubborn shake, she continued walking one foot infront of the other down the hidden path that led around the tower from back to front, her hair fluttering with each gasp of breath the air provided. Where to tonight? The forest? The Tavern? The abandoned marketplace, perhaps? She had no idea.. All she knew, was that she wanted out. She wanted to be free.
He glittered the shadows and they moved in a tidal wave. Swirling and scooping up random sticks and undergrowth and dumping it into a pile. Then returned to swirl at his feet and appear to swallow him whole. He vanished into the darkend depths, they swept away into the forest. Tantalizing the plants with their glory and esteem. Then he stepped from them once more and bid them off, not wishin' to overplay his joy with the shadows.
Lifting a hand he let it rest above his head on a branch. Closing his eyes, he felt a still-beat....his cheeks flinched a little with distrust. But he still didn't burden himself with moving from the area... He turned his back to where he was facing and now eyed the pathway infront of him where he sensed the nocturnal embracer. His eyebrows lifted as he waited.
He was wearing a plain dark gray vest, matching pants and a dark blue button down dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up a quarter of the way.. his tanned hide almost glittered against the flecks of moonlight that dared the treetops entry.
His eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight from one booted foot to the other.
Now, were this the past, Pandora would have instantly been able to sense the shadow-walker up ahead. Unfortunately, we do not live in the past. Either way, as she continued walking along the path, Pandora paid no mind to the shadow-walker. In her current state, she couldn't sense him in the slightest.
Her mind was simply on other more threatening things. Men. Typical men. Idiotic men. Downri.. Alright alright, so you got the point. Pandora wasn't in the greatest mindset.
Her footfalls were not exactly silent, thus any fool could have heard her coming, nightworlder or not. She made attempt to hide. Let the citizens of Tranquility take notice of the strange woman whom never seemed to leave the Tower. Let them realize she looked quite different then she had the night before at the Ball.
Ah yes, the ball. Let us think of the ball. It was more pleasant then her current accomodations. She smiled to herself, as she reflected moments of last evening in her mind, even as she approached what could have been her last walk ever.
He couldn't possibly hold himself down, he released his hold on the tree and shifted into the shadows.. sliding quickling along the bends of the trail he followed the fence shadows.. The came to rest like a puddle while lookin' at her. She looked to be a wise one..Someone of importance. Since had only met one other around these parts he wasn't so sure who she was. But she looked ultimately sad, and withered.
Shakin' the shadows off he formed in the gloss of light. His orbs twinkling as his murky blues trailed over her in a -not so checking you out- kind of way. Lifting his chin a bit he scratched at the area beneath it.. Then he found his voice.
"...Well...what brings a pretty lass like you out intae the open at this t'me of nigh?"
His irish accent seemd trailed, mixed. His eyes seemed to pulsate between a dark blue, and a hazy blue. They stared almost through her as if boring holes. He shook his head to remove the hair from his eyes
" Though by the looks of ye, ye wouldn't be wantin' to be messed with.."
With centuries of experience at not allowing expressions to give away her emotions, Pandora was able to control the urge to snap her head up as a voice came out from the silence, practically ontop of where she was standing at. Instead, she didn't so much as flinch, as if she had known he was there all along. She spoke, before she allowed her eye's to slowly roll to his location.
"Perhaps I am hunting what lies within the darkness, Shadow-Walker."
Well, that ought to get his attention. Afterall, Nightworlder's were attracted to Tranquility because they knew that mortals had no knowledge they existed. Not to mention, even from other nightworlders, their true identity was hidden. For Pandora to make his race right off the bat, had to either a) alarm him into thinking she was something else entirely or b) get him to wonder exactly WHY she knew who he was, when he had obviously never met her before.
"Do you always stalk stray women in the evening hours of the darkness?"
His eyes narrowed a bit. She was a stillbeat, but how did she know? His eyebrows swayed in their normal spot, his orbs seeming to pool darker and then brighten. His lips then twisting up into a smile as she finished speaking
"...Hunting is fun...isnt it? The feel of life slowly draining away?.. Not my cup of tea, but I could understand.."
He slowly leaned down from the waist, his eyes never leaving her. His features turned ice cold
"...I nay stalk women at 'll, just ye happend to be where I could sense a lack of...fluttering within' the chest...."
He continued to study her as he resumed his standing position, his hands slid into his pockets and his shoulders slouched just a tad.
"..Just a mite lonely, no one wanders 'round 'ere...much... I suppose ye could say ye suprised me..Aye? "
His lips spread into a generally charmin' grin, just at one corner. His dimples slowly showin' their mark. He tilted his head as he watched her...Every movement was so stiff... He wondered how long it had been since she had indeed... Fed.
Pandora arched both eyebrows at his words, a common expression for her no matter what century she was in. Luckily, she had the mage Magi cast a silence spell on her, so that that cursed heart of her's wouldn't sound as though it were beating. She was constantly surrounded by nightworlders, and a beating heart would have been a sure sign of a quick death.
"Is there something I can do for you Mister Cobain?"
Yes, that's correct. She knew his name. Why, she knew everything there was to know about him since he first arrived within Tranquility. It was, afterall, her job to know.
"Do not look so surprised, Shadow-Walker. I know of you. Now, answer my question."
His brows dipped slightly as she called him by name. He rolled his orbs upward. Women of all things, they held the power to anything and he would no longer EVER deny it. His head rolled as he tried to ease the tension slowly building between his shoulders searching for what she could do for him. His mind swept through numerous ideas.. But would he be able to make those moves before she drained him of his crimson heaven? He thought not... Frownin' slightly he watched her as she stared so blankly at him..so..distant and disconcerned...Must be the MotC. His eyes cleared open
"..Why ye dun 'afta do a thing sweet cheeks..."
His eyes flickered swiftly as he let the words roll off his tounge with a thickened accent.. He was enjoying this interaction with someone other than shadow figures he made. His mind swirled around one thought. So you are the Master....I wouldn't have expected anything less.
"...Now now don'tcha be goin' and gettin' a shab mad, I was only payin' ye a compliment... I haven't conversed with anyone in some time.. I was startin' ta think this was nothin' but a grav'yard.."
His iris danced with taunting. He knew he would slowly stroke her to life.
Pandora remained standing there, her eye's blinking no more then usual, as she watched him. There wasn't all that much to say, afterall, she had never spoken to him before, and she had nothing pressing to talk to him about. He was but a stranger in her home, and Pandora tended to leave the strangers alone.
"The citizens have been warned to stay away from the Forest after dark. They are stupid, but they are not suicidal."
Slowly, Pandora folded her arms behind her back, and began walking again, at a pace that would have been easy enough for the Shadow-Walker to follow, or stay behind. It really didn't matter much to her.
He watched her make to walk from him and his lips tightened. Aye.. the mortals perhaps, but others ventured out here into the forest...His eyes twinkled as he slowly fell instepd beside her.. He looked to the trees above..and then ...barely above a whisper..and without accent.
"...Your curse....keeps you fearing to move about as you once did..."
He looked straight a head and lowered his voice even another notch.. He caught glimpses of her from his perphial vision and continued.
"..and the keeper of the staff...resides within this realm....I've heard of troubled waters ahead... The eyes are watching.."
As if to prove him correct, a crow swung down in a mighty clatter. Squakin' and tryin' to gouge hime on its upward flght from it's perch. He furrowed his eyes in irritation. He knew alot more than most did.. Perhaps this was just...somethin' worth his while....or not..
"...all of us..at some point or another are foolish enough to believe in love...even sacrifice a part of ourselves ..in hopes to save the one we think we love..."
His steps were like babysteps in order to keep pace with her and not lead.. so he slowed a bit and pulled hand from his pocket, he slid it into his pocket lookin' for the cigar that he had long given up.
"..everything plays out...for a reason... Pandora LeAmour.."
Pandora had suddenly decided she didn't like Cobain. And those she didn't like, weren't exactly lucky. Picking up her pace, she continued walking, now clearly indicating she wasn't inviting him along. Without him even knowing it, he just landed on her 'kill' list.
Anyone that knew anything about Pandora eventually ended up on that list. Hell, even the 'keeper of the staff' as Cobain had called him, was on that list time and time again. Until he arrived and screwed it all up. No, that list was probably the last place anyone wanted to be.
Pandora prided herself on the mysteriousness in which she lived in. No one knew anything about her that she hadn't wanted them to know. Cobain was most certainly not an exception to the rule.
"You best mind who you are talking to, lad. And best keep your shadowed nose out of where it does not belong. I have no patience for know-it-alls or pesky evesdroppers whom attempt to sound wise for spewing forth details they know nothing about."
~moving to a tree and sniffs it staying among trees where I felt more at easy my tail swishing back and forth as I left the tree and moved to another sniffing it as well then moves off stopping every once in awhile to sniff the air or the leaves or patches of grass ~
He stood still watchin' her walk from him again. This time he wasn't going to chase her, but he was at least going to say what it was he had to say.
"..Don't like what you cannot control?...No one has total control over what is fated....LeAmour...not even you... I'm here as a prospect of guidance... hating me isn't going to make things any easier on anyone..."
His stormy blues spiraled out of control as the heat of his words reached his face. Somewhat flushed he studied her form makin' haste to leave him. He turned and rolled shadows at his feet he dispersed and slinked around her feet before formin infront of her.
"..Remember... you cannot hide from fate...but you can always re-write the way it comes about.."
He shifted again to nothin' but shadows, his eyes when they had settled on her face were gloom and stubborn. Perhaps even pushy. Even if he didn't like who he was "messing with" perhaps.... just perhap she might need some guidance after all. He knew she would come about this area some time, tonight had been his chance...and now...another stage began..if only he could do it before time ticked beyond it's mark.
~moving to a stream and lays down splashing at the water with a paw for a few moment before moving to get a good long drink, her dark green eyes scanning the area deciding it was time to find food somewhere~
Oh, she heard his words perfectly, but gave no recolition of having done so. Quite frankly, she didn't want to talk to him, or even think of the wisdom in which he was voicing. Let him be someone else's problems. Pandora LeAmour had enough to worry about as it was.
In her haste to return home, the mood to wander the streets suddenly disappearing, she nearly missed the panther sniffing about. So long as it remained within the confines of the Forgotten Forest (which was where all Shapeshifters in animal form were restricted to) it wasn't her problem tonight either.
Would it be such a bad thing for the mortals here to learn that there were other forces in the world? Would the world end if they discovered shapeshifters, and shadowwalkers? Would it matter to her? She wasn't going to be around much longer anyways.
Let the shifter, who seemed completely content to sniff around the forest, deal with the Shadow-Walker. Let him spill his riddles to the animal who really wouldn't care. The last thing Pandora needed was another 'I think I know it all' male in her life. Hell, she already had two of them!
Of course, just because she didn't WANT to think about the wisdom of his words, didn't mean she wouldn't. It was hard to ignore thing's that seemed to hit too close to home.. Oh, how she'd kill to have Tathar or Raistlin around this evening. Pandora could feel a foul mood coming up, and her toys always did provide perfect targets.
His eyes scanned over his shoulder as he felt another presence within the woods... smelled of fur, and woods musk. Perhaps a traveler? He sniffed at the air again, he felt a cool breeze slide against his handsome features as he turned, leaving Pandora to make haste to her humble confines. His brows slinked to their normal refuge as he moved through the woods, eyein' the scene before him. He carefully slithered around a tree and walked around the otherside in human form. His blue eyes twinkling. He looked over the feline, his jaw tensed perhaps she wasn't friendly. Or perhaps she was just hungry too. Females and their ferocity... it humbled him inside.. But he knew his business here was far from over. Moving causually in her direction.. He made no notions to be quiet about his movements or his breathing. He sighed slowly as he noted her lookin' about, thinkin'.
"..Good evenin' miss feline....what has brought you this way? "
He kept his distance for now, his earlier mood of teaching and informing squashed by the need to aid the travelor.
~*~Pandora Excuses self... Thus, end of scripting~*~
Alias
Rhyssia Demore
His keen blue eyes snapped from location to location infront of him. His lips half twisted into a demonic smile as he surveyed the forestry. What a beautiful sight. He crept along, his form drifting lifelessly through the shadows.. Then combining to make a silhoette of a man. When he stepped clean of the shadows his figure was full. His light sandy hair drifted into his eye every now and then. The dark stormy orbs seemed too deep to speak of.
He had walked this path before, he realized. He sighed slightly and frowned. Where were the charmin' damsels in distress? Where was the excitment his gut told him he needed? His eyebrow quirked as he eyed a small rodent that scampered off with it's nocturnal findings and made it seem as if it had struck gold.
His features faded to slack. His jaw line was relaxed but his toned jaw was still chiseled well. He paced around in a circle. .Causing the shadows to bend first forward in a concave manner then in reverse. He twirled his fingertip and the shadows began to dance lividly before his very eyes.
Then he pointed, grunted softly and the shadows followed command. Swayin' off into the direction he pointing, swirled back and lifted an apple for him to take. Such a glory..Shadow manipulation was...He smirked.. Oh what a night indeed.
There was only so much a woman could take trapped in a house with two men. Pandora was, underneath it all, just a woman afterall, and thus she felt she was at her breaking point. Whatever happened to a home of her own? To ruling the world with a sneer, and a quick death? Oh, how the mighty had fallen.
When she left the privacy of her chambers this evening, she had already known exactly what she needed. Tonight, she had no intention of working. Of fixing the mess that still lay within the Archives of her home. Tonight, she would not mope about waiting for either Raistlin or Tathar to make an appearance, as she had for the past couple of months. No, tonight she needed the fresh air.
It would have been nice to stroll in the sunlight, but Pandora had to keep up appearances, thus she slept the entire day away, locked within the comforts of her quarters, and only elected to leave when the sun had long since sank behind the trees that bordered the Forgotten Forest.
Wearing a simple attire of depressing black shades, She didn't even bother to pin up her hair. Pandora had no one to impress, and just between us, she loved the freedom and wildness of her hair flying around her in the evening breeze. And, my was there a nice breeze out there this evening. Even from her bed, she could hear its alluring whistle through the boarded windows.
Now, as she stepped out of the single door that led to and from the Tower, Pandora began to secondguess her not so wise decision to leave without a cloak. She had spent all too long wearing them, and the chance to feel the wind on her skin was compelling... But perhaps she should have dressed warmer? Afterall, she could catch cold, and then how would she explain that one?!
Giving her head a stubborn shake, she continued walking one foot infront of the other down the hidden path that led around the tower from back to front, her hair fluttering with each gasp of breath the air provided. Where to tonight? The forest? The Tavern? The abandoned marketplace, perhaps? She had no idea.. All she knew, was that she wanted out. She wanted to be free.
He glittered the shadows and they moved in a tidal wave. Swirling and scooping up random sticks and undergrowth and dumping it into a pile. Then returned to swirl at his feet and appear to swallow him whole. He vanished into the darkend depths, they swept away into the forest. Tantalizing the plants with their glory and esteem. Then he stepped from them once more and bid them off, not wishin' to overplay his joy with the shadows.
Lifting a hand he let it rest above his head on a branch. Closing his eyes, he felt a still-beat....his cheeks flinched a little with distrust. But he still didn't burden himself with moving from the area... He turned his back to where he was facing and now eyed the pathway infront of him where he sensed the nocturnal embracer. His eyebrows lifted as he waited.
He was wearing a plain dark gray vest, matching pants and a dark blue button down dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up a quarter of the way.. his tanned hide almost glittered against the flecks of moonlight that dared the treetops entry.
His eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight from one booted foot to the other.
Now, were this the past, Pandora would have instantly been able to sense the shadow-walker up ahead. Unfortunately, we do not live in the past. Either way, as she continued walking along the path, Pandora paid no mind to the shadow-walker. In her current state, she couldn't sense him in the slightest.
Her mind was simply on other more threatening things. Men. Typical men. Idiotic men. Downri.. Alright alright, so you got the point. Pandora wasn't in the greatest mindset.
Her footfalls were not exactly silent, thus any fool could have heard her coming, nightworlder or not. She made attempt to hide. Let the citizens of Tranquility take notice of the strange woman whom never seemed to leave the Tower. Let them realize she looked quite different then she had the night before at the Ball.
Ah yes, the ball. Let us think of the ball. It was more pleasant then her current accomodations. She smiled to herself, as she reflected moments of last evening in her mind, even as she approached what could have been her last walk ever.
He couldn't possibly hold himself down, he released his hold on the tree and shifted into the shadows.. sliding quickling along the bends of the trail he followed the fence shadows.. The came to rest like a puddle while lookin' at her. She looked to be a wise one..Someone of importance. Since had only met one other around these parts he wasn't so sure who she was. But she looked ultimately sad, and withered.
Shakin' the shadows off he formed in the gloss of light. His orbs twinkling as his murky blues trailed over her in a -not so checking you out- kind of way. Lifting his chin a bit he scratched at the area beneath it.. Then he found his voice.
"...Well...what brings a pretty lass like you out intae the open at this t'me of nigh?"
His irish accent seemd trailed, mixed. His eyes seemed to pulsate between a dark blue, and a hazy blue. They stared almost through her as if boring holes. He shook his head to remove the hair from his eyes
" Though by the looks of ye, ye wouldn't be wantin' to be messed with.."
With centuries of experience at not allowing expressions to give away her emotions, Pandora was able to control the urge to snap her head up as a voice came out from the silence, practically ontop of where she was standing at. Instead, she didn't so much as flinch, as if she had known he was there all along. She spoke, before she allowed her eye's to slowly roll to his location.
"Perhaps I am hunting what lies within the darkness, Shadow-Walker."
Well, that ought to get his attention. Afterall, Nightworlder's were attracted to Tranquility because they knew that mortals had no knowledge they existed. Not to mention, even from other nightworlders, their true identity was hidden. For Pandora to make his race right off the bat, had to either a) alarm him into thinking she was something else entirely or b) get him to wonder exactly WHY she knew who he was, when he had obviously never met her before.
"Do you always stalk stray women in the evening hours of the darkness?"
His eyes narrowed a bit. She was a stillbeat, but how did she know? His eyebrows swayed in their normal spot, his orbs seeming to pool darker and then brighten. His lips then twisting up into a smile as she finished speaking
"...Hunting is fun...isnt it? The feel of life slowly draining away?.. Not my cup of tea, but I could understand.."
He slowly leaned down from the waist, his eyes never leaving her. His features turned ice cold
"...I nay stalk women at 'll, just ye happend to be where I could sense a lack of...fluttering within' the chest...."
He continued to study her as he resumed his standing position, his hands slid into his pockets and his shoulders slouched just a tad.
"..Just a mite lonely, no one wanders 'round 'ere...much... I suppose ye could say ye suprised me..Aye? "
His lips spread into a generally charmin' grin, just at one corner. His dimples slowly showin' their mark. He tilted his head as he watched her...Every movement was so stiff... He wondered how long it had been since she had indeed... Fed.
Pandora arched both eyebrows at his words, a common expression for her no matter what century she was in. Luckily, she had the mage Magi cast a silence spell on her, so that that cursed heart of her's wouldn't sound as though it were beating. She was constantly surrounded by nightworlders, and a beating heart would have been a sure sign of a quick death.
"Is there something I can do for you Mister Cobain?"
Yes, that's correct. She knew his name. Why, she knew everything there was to know about him since he first arrived within Tranquility. It was, afterall, her job to know.
"Do not look so surprised, Shadow-Walker. I know of you. Now, answer my question."
His brows dipped slightly as she called him by name. He rolled his orbs upward. Women of all things, they held the power to anything and he would no longer EVER deny it. His head rolled as he tried to ease the tension slowly building between his shoulders searching for what she could do for him. His mind swept through numerous ideas.. But would he be able to make those moves before she drained him of his crimson heaven? He thought not... Frownin' slightly he watched her as she stared so blankly at him..so..distant and disconcerned...Must be the MotC. His eyes cleared open
"..Why ye dun 'afta do a thing sweet cheeks..."
His eyes flickered swiftly as he let the words roll off his tounge with a thickened accent.. He was enjoying this interaction with someone other than shadow figures he made. His mind swirled around one thought. So you are the Master....I wouldn't have expected anything less.
"...Now now don'tcha be goin' and gettin' a shab mad, I was only payin' ye a compliment... I haven't conversed with anyone in some time.. I was startin' ta think this was nothin' but a grav'yard.."
His iris danced with taunting. He knew he would slowly stroke her to life.
Pandora remained standing there, her eye's blinking no more then usual, as she watched him. There wasn't all that much to say, afterall, she had never spoken to him before, and she had nothing pressing to talk to him about. He was but a stranger in her home, and Pandora tended to leave the strangers alone.
"The citizens have been warned to stay away from the Forest after dark. They are stupid, but they are not suicidal."
Slowly, Pandora folded her arms behind her back, and began walking again, at a pace that would have been easy enough for the Shadow-Walker to follow, or stay behind. It really didn't matter much to her.
He watched her make to walk from him and his lips tightened. Aye.. the mortals perhaps, but others ventured out here into the forest...His eyes twinkled as he slowly fell instepd beside her.. He looked to the trees above..and then ...barely above a whisper..and without accent.
"...Your curse....keeps you fearing to move about as you once did..."
He looked straight a head and lowered his voice even another notch.. He caught glimpses of her from his perphial vision and continued.
"..and the keeper of the staff...resides within this realm....I've heard of troubled waters ahead... The eyes are watching.."
As if to prove him correct, a crow swung down in a mighty clatter. Squakin' and tryin' to gouge hime on its upward flght from it's perch. He furrowed his eyes in irritation. He knew alot more than most did.. Perhaps this was just...somethin' worth his while....or not..
"...all of us..at some point or another are foolish enough to believe in love...even sacrifice a part of ourselves ..in hopes to save the one we think we love..."
His steps were like babysteps in order to keep pace with her and not lead.. so he slowed a bit and pulled hand from his pocket, he slid it into his pocket lookin' for the cigar that he had long given up.
"..everything plays out...for a reason... Pandora LeAmour.."
Pandora had suddenly decided she didn't like Cobain. And those she didn't like, weren't exactly lucky. Picking up her pace, she continued walking, now clearly indicating she wasn't inviting him along. Without him even knowing it, he just landed on her 'kill' list.
Anyone that knew anything about Pandora eventually ended up on that list. Hell, even the 'keeper of the staff' as Cobain had called him, was on that list time and time again. Until he arrived and screwed it all up. No, that list was probably the last place anyone wanted to be.
Pandora prided herself on the mysteriousness in which she lived in. No one knew anything about her that she hadn't wanted them to know. Cobain was most certainly not an exception to the rule.
"You best mind who you are talking to, lad. And best keep your shadowed nose out of where it does not belong. I have no patience for know-it-alls or pesky evesdroppers whom attempt to sound wise for spewing forth details they know nothing about."
~moving to a tree and sniffs it staying among trees where I felt more at easy my tail swishing back and forth as I left the tree and moved to another sniffing it as well then moves off stopping every once in awhile to sniff the air or the leaves or patches of grass ~
He stood still watchin' her walk from him again. This time he wasn't going to chase her, but he was at least going to say what it was he had to say.
"..Don't like what you cannot control?...No one has total control over what is fated....LeAmour...not even you... I'm here as a prospect of guidance... hating me isn't going to make things any easier on anyone..."
His stormy blues spiraled out of control as the heat of his words reached his face. Somewhat flushed he studied her form makin' haste to leave him. He turned and rolled shadows at his feet he dispersed and slinked around her feet before formin infront of her.
"..Remember... you cannot hide from fate...but you can always re-write the way it comes about.."
He shifted again to nothin' but shadows, his eyes when they had settled on her face were gloom and stubborn. Perhaps even pushy. Even if he didn't like who he was "messing with" perhaps.... just perhap she might need some guidance after all. He knew she would come about this area some time, tonight had been his chance...and now...another stage began..if only he could do it before time ticked beyond it's mark.
~moving to a stream and lays down splashing at the water with a paw for a few moment before moving to get a good long drink, her dark green eyes scanning the area deciding it was time to find food somewhere~
Oh, she heard his words perfectly, but gave no recolition of having done so. Quite frankly, she didn't want to talk to him, or even think of the wisdom in which he was voicing. Let him be someone else's problems. Pandora LeAmour had enough to worry about as it was.
In her haste to return home, the mood to wander the streets suddenly disappearing, she nearly missed the panther sniffing about. So long as it remained within the confines of the Forgotten Forest (which was where all Shapeshifters in animal form were restricted to) it wasn't her problem tonight either.
Would it be such a bad thing for the mortals here to learn that there were other forces in the world? Would the world end if they discovered shapeshifters, and shadowwalkers? Would it matter to her? She wasn't going to be around much longer anyways.
Let the shifter, who seemed completely content to sniff around the forest, deal with the Shadow-Walker. Let him spill his riddles to the animal who really wouldn't care. The last thing Pandora needed was another 'I think I know it all' male in her life. Hell, she already had two of them!
Of course, just because she didn't WANT to think about the wisdom of his words, didn't mean she wouldn't. It was hard to ignore thing's that seemed to hit too close to home.. Oh, how she'd kill to have Tathar or Raistlin around this evening. Pandora could feel a foul mood coming up, and her toys always did provide perfect targets.
His eyes scanned over his shoulder as he felt another presence within the woods... smelled of fur, and woods musk. Perhaps a traveler? He sniffed at the air again, he felt a cool breeze slide against his handsome features as he turned, leaving Pandora to make haste to her humble confines. His brows slinked to their normal refuge as he moved through the woods, eyein' the scene before him. He carefully slithered around a tree and walked around the otherside in human form. His blue eyes twinkling. He looked over the feline, his jaw tensed perhaps she wasn't friendly. Or perhaps she was just hungry too. Females and their ferocity... it humbled him inside.. But he knew his business here was far from over. Moving causually in her direction.. He made no notions to be quiet about his movements or his breathing. He sighed slowly as he noted her lookin' about, thinkin'.
"..Good evenin' miss feline....what has brought you this way? "
He kept his distance for now, his earlier mood of teaching and informing squashed by the need to aid the travelor.
~*~Pandora Excuses self... Thus, end of scripting~*~
