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Date Posted: 12/21/04 7:05:18pm Tue
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Jarek Shadow Blood
's message, "Shadows" on 12/21/04 3:40:24pm Tue
Jarek’s eyes looked out at the city in the distance, Hogoromo, the city of the forgotten stood tall and majestic. Feinting at it’s iron build, pretending to be undefeatable. He had seen dozen’s of cities exactly like this that feel in one night because of incompetence and arrogance, this one was perfect for his needs and when it fell it would be quickly. But now he wasn’t here to take down thousands of men single handedly, he knew it was to much for him alone and they he still needed the humans that his BloodKnight companions had already begun their search for.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he could feel his body separate from the light and sink into the shadows. The moonlit night giving his shadow magic near flawless stealth as he began to move into the city toward the place he knew she would be. His movements a flutter of light failing that could easily be left behind as a failure of the eyes.
He slowly made his way through the hallways until he found the main halls, creating a gate through the shadows he slipped through as though the guard and the gate weren’t even there. Studying his prey silently as always as he circled the room in a low crouch, the candle light dancing along his shadow like form giving it a slight shimmer along the edges, within moments he found himself behind her. He closed his eyes and thought through his mission, weighing the effect of what he was about to do. If the timing were wrong he would miss his chance and sacrifice himself stupidly, but if he waited he wouldn’t gain another chance with the city as unguarded as it was.
Jarek tightened his fist and sprung forward like a cat pouncing its prey, the shadows ripping from him as though he were ripping through an organic wall. Each tendril snapping silently as he forced his way through it, his wrist shone for a moment as the blade fell into place and his arm came around. The tip of the wrist sword cutting through the air as his presence became quickly notable, the blade moving for the center of Tyrsis’s back.
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