An Angel, a Vampire, and... something else?

[Vora Kaar]

What is with the idea that people can do as they please? There are consequences for every action that one may take. Strike someone, and they will strike back. If they cannot, then it will come around at a later date. You may never expect it to come, but it will.

I just watched as this drunkard was hankering on some woman. She was trying to be nice. Stating that she was fine, and just wanted to go home. The man continued to ask if she wanted to be walked home, or if she could stay just a little longer. Why is it so typical for older men who have lost their own woman, or who desire more than what they have, to go after pretty girls? It makes me glad that my Father quit drinking when he was young.

I never wanted to see myself, or those I knew in the same state. It would kill me to see people in such a way of life, or a thought process that forcing themselves onto another person, girl, guy, or spaceship, made my skin crawl. Walking over to the girl, I slinked my hand into hers. Gently squeezing her hand and getting in between the two.

"I don't think a taken lady needs your help walking home."
"Like you really are her other half. She is out of your league chithead."
​"You assume that my appearance is what she was after?"

The man was about to retort back when a flash of steel came at him. Before his lips could move, a simple dagger tip was held gingerly at the base of his jaw. Finally seeing how this was going to be going down, and the realization that he was going to be outclassed by a man who clearly had a hold of himself, his hands raised up. Backing away while I dropped the dagger. Letting it slide back into the sheath in the small of my back.

Turning around, I started to lead the girl away from the establishment. Just going around the corner just to make sure that if the man followed, he would still assume we were together. After out of sight, I release her hand and bowed my head.

​"Apologies for the rash decision. I hope you have a nice night."

[member="Mavarah"],

 

[Valgærd]

I'd watched the exchange from the shadows.

So many emotions, highly volitile and very easily could have gone terribly wrong. My wings were hidden beneath a simple black cloak, the hood drawn up over my head as I peeked out from my hiding place. It occurred to me that such a silhouette might have even appeared foreboding to those without the ability to sense me through the force. But that mattered little now, as none had seemed to notice me. I had been considering when to step in, to break up the confrontation on the street, when another had stepped in first.

He had hair of white, walking upright and with confidence. Subtly, I felt for him through the force. There did not appear to be any darkness surrounding this mystery person, so I simply waited in the shadows, watching as he diffused the situation expertly and escorted the young lady to safety. Through the shadows I followed them, waiting until he bade her goodnight and she turned to leave. Rather than risk giving the poor girl another fright, I waited until she was out of earshot before stepping out of the shadows a few feet from him.

I kept my wings tucked under my cloak, but they're large, and I was relying on the shadows to keep my feathers obscured from view. I knew it would only be so effective, however.

"That was a good thing you did," I said quietly, drawing the hood back from my head, "thank you for that."

I paused before continuing. Maybe this would come off as a little weird, maybe I would seem strange for saying so. But that had hardly stopped me before.

"Forgive me for saying so... but you don't seem the type to hang around places like this, at this time of night." I cracked a smile, "does this district have its own caped protector, hm?"

[member="Shaun Irons"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

The lass was pleased to have me take her away from the man. She bowed her hand and spoke a hushed thanks before turning around and walking off. Her smaller legs carrying her quickly through the street and on towards home. I sighed a little as I walked her go away. She would be alright Shaun. you didn't need to worry about her any further. Just let her go, and head back home yourself. Maybe then you can get your sleep.

That was, until I heard a voice behind me. Quiet and delicate. Like a feather falling softly to the ground. This woman didn't want to be out in the open for very long. Soft voice, and higher pitch with a smooth accent were all signs of a female. Turning around, I could see the sight of a very beautiful woman. One that could rival gods in their own stories. Yet, she hid underneath a cloak, and the bunched up hood around the top of her shoulders showed that she had only just now taken it off.

I inclined my head as she did give thanks for my stepping in. However, she continued. Asking why I would be out and about in this kind of sector. Stark white hair. Bright red robe like garb over the top of fiberweave armor? I could see why she would think that. I stood out compared to others. Considering my slightly pointed ears due to the mixed blood, I was even more different than others of my species.

"If anyone is wearing a cape, it would be you miss."

While I did not directly wear a cloak, I could see the robes being a uniform of a kind. However, she wore a cloak to completely hide her body. I could not even see the clothing she would wear underneath. She was hiding something. Those that tend to ask questions, seemed to be asking it with a two way street.

"To be honest, I happened by as I am unable to sleep. I am merely visiting."

I gave some context to my reasoning. However, I wanted to learn more of this girl. How could such a woman with a face and complexion as that, be here in this district?

"May I ask the same of you? Hiding in the shadows and covered in cloth is not the best way to make friends."

[member="Mavarah"],

 

[Valgærd]

White hair, Echani, perhaps? Hm, no. Slightly pointed ears protruded from those ivory locks. He was... a species I hadn't come across before.

I bit my lip as he inclined his head towards me.That peircing gaze, the way he seemed to peer at me through those arched eyebrows, he may be good, but he certainly wasn't safe. This man had seen combat, those eyes said as much. I blushed at his words, glancing down as my hair tumbled over my shoulder. He was right, it seemed. Keeping my head turned slightly down, I tilted my eyes back up to him, the beginnings ot a subtle smily tugging at the corners of my mouth,

"Oh... so it would seem."

His answer to why he was out here made a lot of sense. In truth, I cringed at myself for even asking. There were plenty of reasons for those with good intentions to be out here in the middle of the night. My smile softened, betraying a little of my embarrassment. However, before I could apologise for asking such, he returned my own question back to me, asking why I would be out here so late myself. Fair enough, I suspect I hardly looked at home in such a district myself.

"I..." A pause, "... was looking for trouble."

The tiny glimmer of a smile returned, stretching just a little more than last time,

"I'm always looking for trouble. I started a rebellion of slave once on Nal Hutta... I guess you could say I just don't know when not to stick my wings in where they don't belong."

I snapped my mouth shut. The idiom had slipped out accidentally, as I hadn't exactly always received the best reactions to them. So instead I studied the man's features, seeing how he reacted. Maybe he'd just think it was a silly idiom.

Maybe


[member="Shaun Irons"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

Shy and reserved. My gaze sent her back upon herself. That, or she found something about me that I was unaware of. She could only return my snipbit of why she would have been the caped crusader between ourselves. She held herself away from me. She wanted to hide. To keep herself away from me. She was really up to something. It only registered even more when she mentioned that she was here looking for trouble.

I had to think a moment as she did mention starting a small rebellion. So was she seeking to create more physical trouble and strife, or was she seeking "Trouble" of the kind where a Lady of the Night may earn her way in life? I was unsure. Considering she was hiding herself and the shy nature, she wasn't showing off anything to entice others to pay for services. No. She was not a slag looking for some John. She was hiding who she was, and was looking for physical trouble.

What really caught my attention was the idiom that she used. She couldn't keep her wings out of the situation. Normally people would mention keeping their fingers, claws, or dirty hands. Wings was something I did not expect. That, is when it dawned on me.

The appearance that could rival that of myths, mentioning wings, and a soft tone that could sooth even the insane man to sleep. It may sound weird, but she was an Angel. More correctly, A Diathim. A species of people who were peace loving, and normally kept to themselves on their planet Iego. I had heard many stories as a child from my father. Warriors and soldiers of old. Dying in peace thinking they could reach this fabled plane of existance and carried away with the wings of beautiful women.

Was this woman really one of these people?

My brow furrowed at the statement, but let it slide. My face did not change as I exchanged words.

"Looking for trouble in all the wrong places then. Unless you are intending to start with me."

Taking a couple steps closer, I wasn't as on guard as I should be. This was a casual pace taken towards the cloaked woman.

"However, I think for now, You should hide your face and hair. Some may believe you to be an Angel up on high."

[member="Mavarah"],

 

[Valgærd]

I couldn't help but crack a smile as the white-haired man spoke.

"Start with you?" I repeated quietly, "you don't seem like trouble to me..."

He took a few steps closer towards me. Were I not as attuned to the force as I am, or if I was not as perceptive of my empathic abilities that I was, perhaps I'd have been frightened. What girl wouldn't, when a man she's never met approaches her in a dark alley at night? Particularly one with such determination to his gaze, such fire... But no, I sensed no ill will in his heart. Of course, there was a chance I was wrong. I was empathic, but not perfect. I'd been wrong in the past, or my abilities obscured. For now, however, I was ready and willing to trust him. Besides, I knew that [member="Skosk Australis"] would never let anything happen to me.

But the man's next words, as he drew nearer, caused my smile to freeze in place.

For a moment, I didn't move, tilting only my eyes up to meet his. He'd picked up on my slip. Did he know what I was? Was he guessing? Not that I supposed it mattered all that much. Quelling the thoughts, I gave him a slight nod, moving my hands to drawn my hood back up over my head.

"You're right." I replied, tucking my long hair back into my hood, "as much as I'd like to believe otherwise, there are those in areas like this one that wouldn't look kindly on such a being if they found one."

I chewed on my lip for a moment,

"Might I know your name, friend? Just so I know on whom I may need to call."


[member="Shaun Irons"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

Apparently I was not trouble according to her. Sure, I had no intention of causing any harm to her. In fact, I thought it would be more beneficial for me to befriend those who I could, and make as little enemies as possible. Yes, I knew that I would fail in many attempts at this, however, there was no reason not to try. The other side of the story for this girl could be quite informative, or even just interesting at the least. I am sure this girl could likely handle herself within reason. However, if she was looking for trouble, I wanted to find out why, and for what reason.

At my words, the young woman covered up herself. She seemed frightened by my words. While I have no problems with species, who they are, or what they do, just as long as they don't do anything to me that I wouldn't like. She seemed to agree with me on some front. And then continued on to ask my name. What to call me by. Crossing my arm in front of my chest, and bowing to show respect towards her, I spoke my name.

"Shaun Irons. Merely a visitor to these parts, but I come from Eshan. Quite a ways from here."

I smiled ever so slightly as I returned myself to standing up straight. Offering my hand to her.

"Shall I have to actually walk you home miss? or are you going to continue to look for trouble despite my efforts?"

Merely a front for how I didn't truly walk the other girl home, and just left her to her own devices. However, this hidden woman was still looking for trouble. No clue what that might be, but I wanted to find out.

"If you do not mind me asking, what trouble are you getting yourself into?"

[member="Mavarah"],