[Open] Sym.bols /o-f/ D.e.a.t.h

[susan]

Lit'tle, Lit'tle Shapeshifters, where Out thy be?

Nemui

Willows, pines and larch trees reached their limbs into the star dotted sky. Their leaves and needles taking on a pale white color as Mother Luna bathed them in her glow. They fluttered like a butterfly's wings in the slight breeze that happened to pass through the park at this time. The old gnarled trunks where etched with many names and hearts, of young lovers. These trees where old, they have seen many things, from famine, wealthy, wars and peace. Many of the jaded New Yorks knew very little of these trees, to them they where nothing. Just something they could use as paper. The “others” though knew a lot of these old trees, before the fey died off they used these trees for power. Since many of the fey where minors they could only cause earth-quakes, and small floods. Which caused a lot of chaos in New York. But now, Vampires and Shapeshifters merely used these old trees as meeting places or hide-holes. If you dug around the trees' base you'd find stashes of money and other..things.. that went to pleasant.

Under the trees their roots weaved many labyrinths under the ground. Some of the roots reaching miles, mainly searching for water and less competition to grow. Everyone walked over these roots, but nobody knew they where there until they pushed through the cement of side-walks and roads. They caused people annoyance, and so they killed the trees by whacking off their roots. Like many humans and immortals did to their own roots. Cutting them off until they where nothing but a faded memory.

Nemui Silvernight traced her hand over a heart that was etched into a larch tree's trunk. Her pale but nimble finger dropped down to the carved name below it. Shar.. The name said, then blow it a word was shoved in, Immortality A ghost of a smile appeared on her red lips. So many young woman were being changed into vampires, werewolves and other such things. Males and females of the immortal race often became jealous of human mortality and often changed them out of spite. To herself the vampiress shook her raven head. Those such beings needed to be killed off. And she was just the vampiress vampire to do the job. She tossed her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders and stared at the sky. She was a Silvernight, she had come from Germany to America in search of finding her own place. Since she was not a made vampire she had no sire to show her the way. But she was powerful. In no time she had made it to the top. Now ran an under-ground company; she'd get slaves and sell them. Get information about vampires or shape-shifters that had broken the un-written law of Immortals. That is why she found herself here, in New York. She had caught word that a shape-shifter had killed a human out of hate. One major rule. The people after him where paying whoever killed him a lot of money. Since she had no fledglings no lover to think about. She decided to take the job, she had recently learned that he came to Central Park regularly to get humans to become his slaves.

Nemui faded into the night, she'd be waiting for him, waiting for him to come so she could use her nice, pretty silver knives her symbols of death, to slice his throat and feed from him. A chilling look entered her shuttered silver eyes. Oh this night would be grand..

[shade]

A vast open park at night. Sounded like the perfect setting for a kidnapping or rape, perhaps even both if you were very unfortunate. Neither things were particularly prominent on the mind of a girl appearing to be the age of a junior in high school. Thick corn-silk colored hair was knotted at the back of her head, held in place by a simple black clip. Slender legs were sheathed in faded jeans, old riding boots making a sharp tap with each step as she walked along the sidewalk in the moonlight. An old denim jacket was hanging open over a light green spaghetti-strap tank top. For the most part the grey-eyed girl looked somewhat normal, not quite as high strung as many New Yorkers but since she was country born and raised Sierra always kept her outfits simple.

She looked like a prime target for some kidnapper or sick rapist but thanks to an old friend, Sierra never had to worry about them. Despite her shy, pure nature Sierra had the potential to be deadly. The power and grace of a snow leopard lurked under her human skin, evident in her brisk but smooth stride to those whom had eyes for the Wares. A dark Central Park may not be her prime place to be but Sierra felt no fear in this place. Besides, she'd been lurking for hours and nobody had jumped her yet so she was fairly sure she was alone on her hunt for homeless people to feed on. The leopard inside her called out silently for the hunt and even if she didn't particularly care for this part of her life, Sierra knew it had to happen.

Nearing a corpse of trees however, a stir in the breeze made Sierra freeze. Her gaze darted left toward the trees, then right toward an open field that stretched out toward another sidewalk lost in shadows. Hands tucked in the pockets of her jacket tensed into fists. Something was lurking just beyond her range of vision and it made the hair on the back of her neck rise uncomfortably. Shifting her weight, Sierra slid into a defensive stance wishing she'd decided to stay in at the stables and not trek into the city. Jeez she needed to learn to just endure her hunger next time. Oh well, maybe she was just being edgy and it was just some old homeless guy? She sure hoped so cause then the hunt could begin.

"Come out come out wherever you are" Sierra whispered to the night, scanning the trees wearily.

[susan]

I'll Huff and I'll Suck and I'll Kill You

Silvernight

Nemui tipped her head back as the chilly September wind blew under her nose. She could smell rain, pollution and humans also on it was the blond haired woman's scent whom was standing only a few feet away. Her arms slowly crossed over her chest as her silver eyes ran over the woman's outfit, her lips twitched in irritation. She looked like a little cow-girl stepping out of a magazine. She couldn't help the slight eye-roll that came on her. She sniffed the air again and listened, Come out wherever you are. This girl obviously never visited the city before, one rule while walking at night in a “supposedly” vacant park was to keep walking, head up, ignore sounds, your name and keep walking. A silent sigh passed through her pinched lips, causing a frost cloud to appear in front of her. Which was odd considering vampires where said they didn't breath. The vampiress stepped around the large larch tree and prowled further into the shadows, her leather boots missing the dry grass parts and rotten tree branches. Since it was only the start of Fall, no leaves yet littered the ground. Nemui stopped again a little closer to the woman, and inhaled deeply. Shapeshifter She forced a feral growl that threatened go rumble in her throat. She'd know that smell, that pose. She felt her fingers curl, she hated shapeshifters. Maybe she is the one I'm meant to kill. She thought silently to herself, but then considered the thought, I was told it was a male I was going to kill..No matter, one less shapeshifter to walk this world. Nemui lowered herself into a crouch and reached for her daggers that rested on her right hip.

A soft click could be heard as she slid a silver dagger from its sheath, slowly she slid the dagger in her long sleeves. She knew most shapeshifters would have heard the click and would be alert. But since the park was dark, and there would be quite a few trees standing it'd be hard to place the sound. She began creeping closer, all the while keeping out of the wind and out of the bright beaming light of Mother Luna. A dark, thick cloud took that moment to wonder over the moon. She took that moment and used her un-surreal speed to propel herself to stand two arm-lengths away. Nemui leaned on her left leg pressing most of her weight on it. Re then recrossed her arms over her full bosoms. The cloud as quickly swept away by a harsh wind causing Nemui's hair to whip around. Didn't your mother ever warn you to never talk to strangers at night? She knew what she had said sounded very clique, but when someone didn't see her coming they usually didn't pay attention to that stuff.

The moon shown once again on her, causing a pale halo to show on her head. She dipped her head some making sure her face was shadowed by her hair. A slight smirk appeared on her face, making her translucent fangs to flash. They reached down to her lower lip, and they where about a half-an-inch thick, they where as deadly as two sharpened daggers. They glimmered like them to. As the moon's luminescent light shown on her even more, it could be see that she was dressed in her fighting gear. She had on a tight shirt that, unlike most times, wasn't clad. She also wore tight leather pants, they where not “new” cuts on the pant legs and tears near her hips where proof enough. Around her slim hips where wore a small, and loose leather belt. A rapier was stuck on her right side, and six silver daggers where place strategically on her left. Not even a shape shifter could see the two deadly blades that she hid under her long sleeves.

A slender eyebrow rose slightly as she watched the girl through her silvery eyelashes. Under them her pure, molten silver eyes glowed inhumanly. And this was not because of the light. Only a young, and stupid immortal could not tell what she was..

[shade]

She so was not alone. Sierra didn't need the honed instincts of a shapeshifter to know that. Even dull human instinct would be able to pick up the sense of being regarded, stalked and evaluated like a wolf stalking a quivering rabbit. Right now however, Sierra defiantly felt like the rabbit. Another reason she should have just stayed in tonight: vampires. They prowled the city all the time and she remembered what her sire, Alice had told her about vampires. They were sour toward shapeshifters more often than not no matter what kind and they enjoyed knives. That was not good for Sierra. She had enough problems with knives as it was without having to face down a vampire probably loaded with them. But...maybe she could find a peaceful one out of a million vampire that wouldn't kill her?

Very very unlikely.

As the huntress approached out of the shadows, she seemed to materialize out of thin air. Instinctively Sierra tensed, keeping fear from her eyes as best she could. She really didn't like fighting, in fact she hated it, always had even when she'd been a human. Her soft-spoken nature simply didn't agree with violence. The words spoken by the night's huntress made her already on-edge nerves grate uncomfortably with the instinct to burst into leopard form but she resisted. No need to jump to conclusions right? This chick was probably always creepy and no not the human sort of creepy when you knew a guy was imagining raping you in a dark alley. Not that kind of creepy. Nope this was unearthly creepy. Vampires were practically made for the night, shapeshifters just came and went. Not good.

"In my day we didn't have so many creeps to worry about at night" Sierra replied, keeping her gaze on the vampiress. Man did she want to be back at the stable, maybe grooming Black Magic or visiting the other horses. Maybe she could talk her way out of this? Maybe. Not. "Well since it looks like you've got someone to meet I'll be on my way" Sierra said wearily eyeing the way the vampire was dressed. Jeez men would go crazy but to Sierra she looked like an assassin which she probably was. For some reason vamps went for that kind of thing. Sierra found it repulsive but to her any violence was repulsive. Taking a step back, Sierra kept a wary eye on the vampire, judging the likelyhood of the other letting her go or if she would have to fight her right to see the next sunrise.

[susan]

I Got you...

Mmm. I like you hair..

The tension she felt in the air before was mild to what the vampiress felt now coming from the girl. The moon shifted in the sky and began prowling like a predator. As it did so it shown on Nemui even more, the light chasing away the shadows the clouded her face. The vampiress tossed her head back and laughed as the moon did this, in your day? Was that 1992? She cut her laugh off quickly, causing it to “meteorically” snap in the air like a whip, then she edged her body into the darkness again letting it embrace her with open arms. Her outfit blending like camouflage. She spoke again this time the twisted laugher was out of her voice, this now was cool, unhidden hate. You may not be the one I'm waiting for, you I could need some warming up. I'd enjoy seeing my pray's face when he smells and sees your blood coating my hands before he dies. The vampiress dropped down to a crouch her silver eyes narrowed into pin-points, when she spoke this time she made her voice echo, and when her voice came clear, it was German she spoke in. Not English Tier-Shifter des Sein-Leoparden, you'll not see your next sunrise.

In a quick movement she dropped the dagger she had hidden into the palm of her hand, she felt the cold handle seep into her skin. She was use to these daggers, they where her partners and hers them. They spilled plenty of blood in their life-time, and never got tired of it. She smiled to herself; she could almost feel the growl of their hunger. But that was just in her mind. She shifted her body slowly so she was in a lunging position, one knee bent the other stretched out behind her. Her left hand was held out to her left and her right hand positioned to throw the silver dagger. With an expert flick of her wrist her dagger went soaring through the dark air. It made not a sound.

As the dagger was heading to her target, she stood once again and began stepping up against a side of a building. The flat heels of her boots pressing up against the wall. She bent down again, bending her leg so she was crouching. When one looked at her, she would seem as if a runner was getting ready to take flight. Which she was. In a second she lunched herself away from the wall and at her target. Since vampires where blessed with unnatural speed Nemui slid through the air like an arrow. Her feet barely grazing the ground. But instead of hitting the woman head on she spun of her right heel and pivoted. She spun like a graceful ballet, as she did that she removed a second dagger she brought it up to her neck for a moment, letting it touch. Before bring it away. She spun again ands stepped back into the woods. She had made not a sound, she was like death. Silent. Don't think about running..I'll catch you... She sighed, sounding like breeze around her. Then she inhaled. If you do manage to get out of reach I'll always be able to find you..


[Dunno if this part would be considered powerplaying or not]

Nemui uncruled her hands and brought her right ones up to her nose. There in her palm lay blond hair, it glimmered in the slant of moonlight that manged to push through the vast limbs of tree. She grinned down at her hand. Before sticking up and letting the wind catch it. Her eyes locked on the strand of hair and watch it float away. This was a threat, that if she chose to run Nemui could still catch her no matter what. Night was her home, night is where she hunted and night is where she was born. The smile stilled on her face, the night also belong to the shape-shifters. She frowned again, she hated sharing. It wasn't in her nature.

[o/c/c] Sorryeh for the shortness, can't think today..

[shade]

Shit shit shit shit. That was the only thing going through Sierra's mind at the moment. Ok so she wasn't going to get out of this without causing trouble. Her inner huntress was beginning to growl in her mind. The leopard wanted out but Sierra was wary. Facing a vampiress wasn't something she'd planned on doing tonight. A glint of silver. Her heart skipped a beat and picked up double time. Daggers. Knives. Her knees went weak and she swayed a little. That sway probably saved her goddamned life. There was a kiss of cold against her neck, barely a brush. The blade. She'd barely seen the vampire move. It was faster than she'd expected but then again, she didn't tangle with vampires a lot. Not in fifty years at least.

Heart hammering, Sierra sprang away from the vampire, back peddling and jerking to a stop, looking around. The vampire was gone, her voice making Sierra shiver. She was still there, hiding in the darkness like all vampires do. Sierra had to control her shaking but it didn't seem possible. Clenching her fists, Sierra glanced at the moon. Not nearly as full as she wished. This wouldn't be easy. Her stomach tightened and a steady throbbing ache spread through her. Bones groaned silently as they cracked and reshaped, muscles ripping apart and sewing back together as her face elongated into a fang-adorned muzzle with burning sterling eyes. Clothing ripped away revealing sleek ebony-dappled fur that shimmered like quicksilver in the light of the moon. Her hands and feet grew and shifted size to large clawed paws until at last the process was complete. Where Sierra Shade had stood was a sleek silver leopard looking quite out of place in the middle of Central Park but what the hell, she had no choice.

Stay out of the trees. The vampire was probably hiding there, in the shadows waiting to spring. Sierra scanned the undergrowth with her heightened vision but knew it would do no good. If a vampire wanted to hide, it knew how to hide right. Weighing her chances, Sierra decided she could handle animal control or a bunch of zookeepers rather then chance a vampire in the shadows of the trees.

Springing in the oppisite direction of the trees, Sierra ran toward an open area. If the vampire chased her, she wouldn't be fast enough but hell she was going to try. Going on instinct, Sierra began to zig-zag, weaving rather than running in a straight line. Worst came to worst she could dive in front of a car or something to get away but then again, the vampire might not have a problem, well probably didn't, have a problem with disposing of witnesses and then decapitating her or something. She wasn't a fighter. It was painfully obvious. She didn't like to fight, she was too shy to ever ask anyone to teach her. Unless somebody popped by and decided to save her sorry ass, Sierra was counting down the moments until she met her maker.

I am never coming into New York again, Sierra decided mentally as she bobbed and weaved. If I get out of this that is.

[susan]

[Sorry I'll answer soon]