How Do I Find Myself In These Places? {Francesco}

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For some reason, Aurora always managed to find her way to 'haunted' places, or places that were considered 'less than safe.' Sometimes, she wondered if she was suicidal... But then reminded herself that there was a distinct difference between being suicidal and homicidal. Just because she always seemed to be poking her nose into things that she probably shouldn't didn't mean that she wanted something bad to happen to herself. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Jade constantly craved a fight; more often than not, she'd be thrown out of taverns due to her inappropriate conduct. It seemed as though she couldn't help but make a name for herself wherever she went. Which... Given her profession might not be the smartest idea.

Huddled up in a corner, she hugged her cloak tighter to herself and looked up toward the crumbling ceiling. "Huh." she mused aloud. The thought had honestly never occurred to her, until this very moment. Perhaps she should have felt stupid, or maybe started to think about some of her decisions had been reckless... But she only lived once right? If the only way that she was to get her thrills was to throw a fist in a tavern brawl, than that was what she was going to do. Sure, it wasn't the healthiest way to live her life, but it was better than some things that she could be doing. At least, she hadn't sunk so deep into her own depravity that she had started whoring herself out for money. At least, despite the fact that she was an assassin of sorts, she still maintained some semblance of her humanity.

That was good enough for her. That's all that mattered right.

"You were born alone, you're going to die alone. Might as well make yourself happy while you're here." she found herself musing, once again. Of late, she had found that she talked to herself a great deal more than she used to. Was it the loneliness getting to her? Or had she just come to the realization that she was going to have to keep herself company, or she would surely go insane? Running a hand over the back of her neck, she sucked in a deep breath. Pushing her foot toward the fire, she admired the thick leather boots that she had bought while passing through Feras. Poking a log with her toes, she pushed it into the fire, willing it to start roaring the way that it should have been all along. She grumbled about how the wood was too wet, thanks to the infernal weather. Pulling her cloak tighter around herself she tucked her chin beneath the fabric, taking in the sweet scent of travel. Of memories acquired... Time spent fighting, or hunting down her target... Good times. The memories brought a smile to her lips.

Humming under her breath, she swayed in her spot to a tune that only she knew. If she weren't so cold, she probably would have gotten up and started dancing under the pretense that she was alone. Her mind was elsewhere tonight; not on the noises that she heard outside, or the possibility that someone might be out, sneaking around Vulkrik's tower. Rolling her shoulders, she closed her eyes and rested her head back against the stone, still humming to herself.

Tomorrow, she had a long day ahead of herself... A long day of travel. It was hard to find work around this neck of the woods. If she went north, toward her home land of Odantton, she would have no problem finding work... She'd just have to avoid whatever family she had that still remained there like the plague. Such thoughts had been weighing heavily on her mind of late. Perhaps, it was better that she didn't have an assignment... She was distracted enough as it was. The last thing she needed was to slip up and draw attention to herself. Paranoid and alive, but still alive. she silently mused once again.

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WORD COUNT ❧ 665
INSPIRATION ❧ "Millstone!"
TAGS ❧ Francesco
NOTES ❧ :3

[frankiecapone]

Frankie’s brow rose at the smell of a werewolf not far off, yet it seemed to be coming from the vampire’s territory. Hmmm. That could cause confrontation. Then again, it could be a werewolf in trouble and therefore could be a relatively good thing. With a genuine shrug of his shoulders, Frankie moved towards the scent. He honestly had no damned idea why he cared. Normally he kept himself away from the other werewolves just for his lack of admiration for fighting and war. Yet, this caught his attention. The smell wasn’t that musky like the males-- it actually brought him to believe the character in the territory was a female. Now he knew the women of the werewolf clan could take care of themselves as good as any male, but still… Frankie was a nice guy. He hated even the chances of knowing one of his own brethren could possibly be slain and he could prevent the matter… or at least try to help. It was the thought that counts anyways, right? So as long as he showed care or concern for another pack mate, all should be well.

The once walk now turned into a full gust of speed as he rushed through the lands, his nose leading him to the large tower. His eyes followed towards the top, and soon he found himself inside of it. But Frankie wasn’t letting his guard down that easily. He kept his eyes, ears, and nose open for anything that seemed to be of the vampiric nature. He wouldn’t want to find himself in an ambush, now would he? It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to be intruding on the lands, though. But, like said, he wanted to make sure that the people he “cared for” were okay. Actually, he disliked the majority of the other wolves. Some were arrogant, disrespectful… Yeah, that wasn’t his thing. He found a strong distaste for anyone that was like that to him. If they showed him no respect, no respect was given in return. That was just one thing Frankie couldn’t stand… He hated how the others assumed they were better than another because of status. But, that’s how it worked: like a king with his serfs and nobles, there is always one greater than all the others, in their minds, and the people below him have to obey the every commands if they want to continue breathing. It was rough, but Frankie just learned to bite his tongue and obey. He did try as hard as he could to stay away from them, but at times he couldn’t help but do what was asked of him. Hunting, protecting, that sort of stuff didn’t really bother him… But when it came to him raging a full-on war that had no reasoning? That was a different story.

Soft, nearly inaudible steps were made as he moved to the top of the tower, his eyes quickly taking in his surroundings. Noises echoed through the air as a voice was heard, and a shadow cast from the corner as he noticed a girl placed near a fire. “And what might you be doing here?” He spoke softly, standing before the opening to the room as he scanned the surroundings once more. You could never be too safe when in the enemies territory. He was just trying to figure out she was here all alone… and he could tell she was of his kind. Her smell reigned through his body as he took a soft step inside the room, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Perhaps from a quarrel?” His voice rolled soothingly as he let his arms cross over his chest, soft green eyes dancing upon the bright flames once more. It was a strange thing to see the girl alone… he wasn’t relatively used to any other members of the pack to be off in the distance. Normally he was the only one… but now he knew he wasn’t. Hell, he’d be a loner if it wouldn’t involve him being killed. After all, Francesco would just prefer stay as far away from his pack as possible the majority of the time… yet he knew that wouldn’t always happen.

All he had to do know was hope this girl wasn’t one of the more… untamed types. He had came across some rather out of the ordinary, rabid wolves in his time. He assumed it was from some illness of a wild animal, perhaps. It obviously wouldn’t kill them, but apparently it had some type of control with their functions and mindset. When that happened, it was time to go… but this girl didn’t seem like the type. She was indeed gorgeous, but he had known that many of the wolves with beauty were very… unapproachable. They seemed to be much more intact to the beast within them than of the relatively normal human remains. Frankie tried to keep a balance… of course it didn’t always work, and that was an obvious statement, but at times it was a successful thing. The worst part was the transformation. For the first hundred years or so, it had been unbearable pain, and still hurts like a bitch… but now he had grown more accustomed to the sharp pains. It still was a very unenjoyable process, but every wolf knew that. It wasn’t one thing he hated… then again, he wasn’t to fond with being a werewolf either. That just made him a public enemy and then made him have to hide his true identity… the beast within him. People wanted him dead… many, many people. Yet upon introducing himself to the humans, they were all kind and generous… but he knew if they ever found his true form, his life would end in a flash.

“I don’t believe we’ve met… ” His eyes moved from the blaze towards the brunette before him once more. “I’m Francesco, also known as Frankie.” A soft smile tugged on the gentle-hearted man’s lips. It was hard proving his genuine kindness when his body was so intimidating… well, to the humans, at least. Most of the werewolves knew of his lack of fighting and socialization. His time was spent on his own or with his sibling, often hunting for himself and his brother only. But, like said, there were many a times that that wasn’t the cause. When the Alpha wolf wanted something from the rest of the pack, Frankie, unfortunately, had to join in. Hell, he would prefer not be brutally mutilated, anyways. Sure, he could take up for himself and go against them all if there was nothing to live for, but he knew doing that would end up being the death of his own brother for the simple fact that he knew Marcellus would kill for him… and attacking a pack would result in almost instant demise.

TAGxx ^{jade ^^}
LYRICSxx ^{unholy confessions-- avenged sevenfold}
WORD COUNTxx ^{one thouand one hundred forty-five}
NOTESxx ^{hope it doesn’t suck too badly. i still gotta get used to the time era xD}

[jade]

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The crackling of the fire did little to dim the noises of footfalls. But the footfalls didn't sound as though they were something that she should be concerned about. If this intruder was aiming to harm her, he would have been taking a great deal more precautions to make sure that he remained silent... And that was far from the case with the way that the man moved. She kept humming to herself. Perhaps, this intruder was looking for refuge from the cold night air; perhaps he was looking for something. Looking for her? Highly unlikely. No one knew that she was coming this way; no one knew what she was planning on doing. In fact, she hadn't made any contact with anyone, other than those that she met in taverns since heading south. The thought that someone that she had an altercation with in a tavern coming after her was a laughable one to say the least. The thought that someone would be so masochistic was just beyond her. Curling tighter into the cloak, she continued to hum, her foot tapping in rhythm to the song that was playing in her head. Pursing her lips, she tucked her head further under the hood, happy to wrap herself up in the memories that she had acquired through her travels for the time being. At least, until this invader was away from her refuge for the evening.

But, it seemed as though things weren't to go the way that she had planned... As usual. With a bored look, she dragged her gaze up to the man that stood in the doorway. Her eyes moved over him, drinking in his frame. He was a rather attractive man to say the least, but the whole knight in shining armor shit was not her cup of tea. Nor was the fatherly demeanor that he was giving off at the moment. Turning her gaze back toward the fire, she pressed her head back against the stone wall. "Forgive me if I didn't know that this place was taken." she said plainly, a tired tone to her voice. She absently chewed on the sprig of mint in her mouth. It had been quite some time since someone had stumbled across her while she was attempting to rest. This wasn't a good omen for the rest of her travels. The more people found her, the more sloppy she was being. That was something that she couldn't afford. Especially, not where she was going... Not with the people that she was trying to avoid. Taking a sniff of air, wondering whether or not her feelings were being betrayed by her scent, she looked up at the man once more. The odor that filled her nostrils was of one of her kind. She immediately felt herself on edge, her fingers going for the blade that rested on her thigh. Discretely beneath her cloak, she unsheathed it, her fingers wrapped firmly around the hilt.

"I assure you, I am not here to take refuge from a quarrel." she said, quietly, her eyes moving back up to his. "If your intention was to play knight in shining armor, you'll find that there is no usage for such a role at this moment." She swallowed and pulled back into her hood, almost as though she was hiding her face from him. It was times like this where she found that it was easier to pretend that her face was marred, and damaged beyond prepare... That if she was to show her face to someone they would back away in horror, or something to that affect. This man was of a clan whose name she had denounced long ago. A Werewolf... Of all things, in the midst of Vampire territory. Was he suicidal? What was he doing here? Had he followed her. Looking up at him, once more, she let her cloak fall back. "Did you follow me here, Stranger?" she asked, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her dagger. She slowly brought herself to stand. The clothing that she wore was strange, clearly a conglomeration of whatever she could find whilst on the road. She wore a tunic whose sleeves were tailored to fit tightly around her arms and a black leather bodice. The skirts that she wore were entirely too short to have originally been that length. The most noticeable part of her attire was the socks that came to about mid-thigh; they were clearly mens socks stolen, more than likely from some poor, unsuspecting chud at an inn. Or a couple of chuds, considering that the socks were mismatched. Belts adorned her thighs, hips and chest, holding her many weapons. She was capable of defending herself, as evidenced by the two katars on her hips. "Why did you follow me?" she asked, suspicion creeping to her features. A growl rose in her throat; a predator urge to simply lunge and end this taking a hold of her.

It angered her to think that she had been so easily found; and that this man had the audacity to barge in on her whilst she was supposed to be resting. Pulling her long ebony hair away from her face, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her cheeks puffing in an almost indignant fashion. This was what happened when she got sloppy... She was just fortunate that this man had no intention of harming her, otherwise tonight would have gone completely differently, especially with the way that she had started to register what was going on. Surely, he hadn't been there to hurt her. Surely, it was just some poor schlub attempting to find a place to rest for the evening. Clearing her throat, she gestured down at the fire. Since he had already come so far, they might as well sit down and talk. That was the polite thing to do, right? Well, shit. It had been so long since the last time that she had had to be cordial with someone that she had forgotten all of the steps. "Sit." she said, in a voice that sounded as though she had barely used it in the past few years.

Settling back down on the ground, she grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around her small frame. Her eyes glinted in the firelight as she looked up at him. "You can call me Jax." she said, quietly, her eyes turning toward the flames. Normally, she would have been louder, perhaps, thrown a few insults at him. She would have called him foolish for following an assassin... Not just that, but following a woman into Vampire Territory, not even knowing who said woman was. She had previously been pondering whether she herself was suicidal... but now she knew for certain that she wasn't. Men like the one standing before her were. "I suppose it's a pleasure, Frankie." she said, pulling her knees up to her chest once more, her eyes still locked on the flames. It was easy for her to lose herself to thoughts like this. But, she had company. Had it truly been so long that she had forgotten how to converse with someone?

"Do you often make it a practice to go after women that you don't know, into Vampire Territory?" she asked, a glib smirk on her face.

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WORD COUNT ❧ 1,220
INSPIRATION ❧ "Millstone!"
TAGS ❧ Francesco
NOTES ❧ Your post was very good! Hope mine was okay. I'm starting to fall asleep, haha.