.Black Jackal. -- Urban Decay

Dark male bows fluidly to the young female, deep enough to show her respect but not submiting to her. A second is directed just to the side of Lavi, to Hiahe. Deep voice like velvet against a soft cheek "A pleasure to see two such lovely ladys out for a strole on a day like this." He steps forward, out of the darker shade. Large ears lay back in relaxation, straight back from his skull.

Through his eyes
everything is dim
Everything has lost its hue
Not even the brightest blue
Would be bright
to his veiled eyes

No emotion
No remorse
No fear
Cold and heartless

till his death
A thoughtless killer,
a bread mad man
A talented child prodigy

His dead eyes
only see the color red
Once he has passed

you are dead
Like the grim reaper
He swings his blades
The ancient steel
slices your flesh
As the reapers blade
cuts your soul
And all the while
your eyes are locked
Locked to his,
frozen by his gaze

As he sheaths his swords

you fall limp
Spilling out
your scarlet blood
On the ground
where you grab his foot
And take one last look
at your executioner