Darkness crept over the small village of Estolad; sweeping over the entire village like one big shadow. The townsfolk stayed in their homes, barring their doors and locking the windows. The citizens stupid enough to remain in the open remained cautious; jumping at every flickering light and moving shadow. The patrol moved around the city in groups; huddled up in a shield formation to guard them from incoming projectiles. They had been sent by the guard captain to patrol the streets of Estolad from a new threat; a vampire known only as “The gray prince.”

This gray prince had been striking out and killing civilians In plain sight, or, those civilians who liked to travel around by the cover of night. The guards were not skilled enough to catch this criminal, and as time had told, neither were these knights. This vampire was stealthy and quick, most of his victims barely knew he was there before they dropped dead. And yet the guard was left clueless; they patrolled the city, not knowing where the prince was; or where or who he would strike next.

Now the vampire was running down the back alleys, his feet barely making any noise as he ran, almost as if he wasn’t there. His breaths were very deep and coarse; he had been running for hours, only claiming the lives of two victims. These new rules had thoroughly annoyed the vampire, everyone was now too damn scared to go out at night. Yet he was a vampire, he could only hunt and travel by the cover of dark; making it hard to kill by day.

”You there! Come here!” A voice yelled, causing the vampire to jump and duck behind a nearby barrel. The voice seemed distant, yet close, as if it were only round the corner. The gray prince continued to hide; trying to overhear the men’s conversation.

”Right, why are you traveling by night, its dangerous y’know!” A deep voice said, Xillidan immediately recognized it as the captain of the guard.

”But sir.. I just, I just..” A girlish voice replied, stuttering more with every word spoken.

”No damn excuses!” The guard captain replied, followed by sounds of clashing metal and boots in the mud. It seemed the two had left the location; the guard probably too go off searching for Xillidan and the girl, well, to do whatever the hell she was doing. The gray prince moved out of his hiding spot, creeping slowly towards the end of the alleyway. Peering around the corner he saw the girl walking away; so finally somebody was alone.

And so the hunt would begin, again.

[OOC: Sorry for short post, also, the little girl is not Kogata, but a different girl. While following her I come across Kogata and stalk her, if she so wishes to still participate..]

Nazagan walked through the town as quietly as he could manage, while his footfalls lacked the loud clicking of the guardsmen provided by their armour his steps were still heavy every little stone his large leather boots stepped on echoed loudly in Nazagans mind.
'amazing, the town was bustling minutes ago and now it resembles more of a ghost town with the exception of the groups of guards patrolling the streets'

Nazagan stopped momentarily grinning to himself, although it appeared more of a snarl thanks to the two long sharp teeth protruding out of the bottom of his mouth.
'silly Naz, silly scared Naz'
Nazagan let out a quick noisy breath in frustration he was already taunting himself, perhaps the quieter life had began to soften the Uruk hai. Shaking the thoughts of Nazagan decided to get back to the task at hand.

After all he had come to this town as the rumours spread of a vampire turning the town into a feasting ground, mutilating the bodies and leaving them sprawled on doorsteps of their neighbours, well no rumour ever seemed to stay level headed but Nazagan couldn't hide his disappointment at the lack of visible blood and gore.

Sighing Nazagan glanced off down the street, he was sure he heard fewer footsteps and a higher pitched voice, definately not those of the group of patrols, setting off down the street peering around the corner he spotted a guard berating a girl for being out late and furthermore, alone.

As the guard moved off Nazagan realised he was heading in his direction, while not a Vampire he was sure an Uruk hai with a large two handed sword trying to sneak around town would be welcomed just as warmly.

On that note Nazagan backed away pressing himself against a wall and a few barrels hoping the guard would pass by not noticing him.

Destani walked through the streets in the night, the moonlight making the light pink mahogany swirl patters on her skin shimmer and shine, she also had the same light mahogany in her hair, and her eyes were that color. She was a dream dancer, someone who could walk between worlds of dream and reality. Destani didnt usually walk alone at night, in fact she didnt really go into the village much at night because of the people who may know of her powers and try to use it to their advantage. However this night she stayed outside, letting the light breeze lick her bare skin on her arms and some of her legs. Her mind wandered to the roumors that had spread through out the village that she had heard...

There was evidentaly a creature with blood sucking tendancys arround this village now. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of a vang peircing her skin, it repulsed her but half of her was intriuged, the vampiric darkness was seductive and powerful, half of her wished ot watch it and experiance it, but she knew that that was the wrong thing to do. They were vile creatures that feed on others to help their own needs, they were like beatiful yet dangerous white tigers.

Destnai was about to walk right into a disaster, farther down the street she saw a gaurd beating a woman for being alone in the night, his fist came down on her skin hard as she yelped in pain. Salt tears running down her cheeks.

Now she had two options, hide so as to not suffer the same fate or help. It was best to help. She sighed and ran up to the officer. Her feet hit the ground with grace and gazzell agility as she ran to him, and stopped infront of him before he could again cast a hand against her.

"Dont you hurt her! She was doing something that was none of your buisness and your hear for protection not to hurt woman alone, if I knew better I would say YOU were the one causing all those accidents." Destani yelled that in his face and poked him in the chest while doing so with as much false confidance as she could muster. She was only seventeen so she was sure that her efforts sounded weak and fake.

The gaurd at first just looked at her in awe at her stupidity then raised an eye brow. "Every woman needs a man there to protect her or she could easily be killed or mistaken for a harlet. This woman was alone, but she didnt look like she was doing anything wrong. YOU on the other hand are painted." THe gaurd said this pointing to the natural light mahogany pink swirl marks that were on her skin as part of being a dream dancer, his hand traced the marks up her arm.

Destani whipped her arm away. "Those are something you know nothing about you baffoon." She said angrily, still his hand had a firm grip on her wrist, and it only got tighter as she squirmed. Fabulous, I try to help someone and get myself in trouble, and I dont sound that confidant either AND to top it all off there is a blood sucking vampire, who I assume is good looking he must be he's a vampire and he could come out and kill me this is great. Destani thought to herself angrily.

Kogata had to admit, this was a nice change of scene. The busy life in Lomedor was far unsuitable for a girl like her, homeless and paranoid. It was like she was surrounded by potential sadists, murderers, kidnappers or any other kind of anti-social figure while she scurried about the city allies like a rat. However here it was smaller, quiet and certainly there were fewer people about especially at night.

The mousy faced girl lay on a small pile of rugs outside the back door to a small quilt shop. It was actually rather comfortable here now that the night had grown warmer and dryer, it all sounded too good to be true. She rolled over and fell off her small pile, landing hard on the muddy ground below and waking herself up. She gave a yelp and sat up immediately, rubbing her back in an irritated fashion. She opened her large opal eyes and gazed upwards, seeing that it was another dark and quiet night around the village, meaning nobody in sight.

Kogata spared a glance at Mana and Kyte, her fairy and fly dragon who were both still fast asleep on the pile of rags. She checked they weren't about to follow her and crept out of the alleyway. Since Kogata was homeless, she had no money or food and had to scavenge around to survive. Of course the risk of being caught was high in a city like Lomedor, that seemed awake even in the most late hours, however this place was empty and quiet and so there was next to no chance of being caught.

Much like a wild mouse, Kogata crept out of the alleyway, took two brief looks down the street and scuttle across the road to the other side. It had never occurred to her that there might be a reason behind the desertion of the streets at night. From what she'd seen, people went inside almost as soon as it began to grow dark, and some had even drawn curtains or even go so far as to board them up completely, like they were hiding from something. Whatever it was, Kogata had made sure to look about everywhere she went in case something jumped out at her from nowhere. But then again she'd jump if anything came at her from nowhere, no matter what it was.

She was about to turn a corner when the sound of uniform clanking caught her slightly pointed ears and she flattened herself against the wall, hearing the voices of several men.
"Damnit," she breathed, her eyes widening.
She looked about briefly and dashed down the street, away from the voices. The clanking of armor was probably loud enough to drown out her soft scuttles and panicked breathing so she needn't worry about that.

She reached the end of the street and skid around the corner, flattening herself against the wall and panting hard. It didn't matter who those men were, she didn't want them to find her. She took a quick peek around the corner, but saw nobody coming up the street. She pulled her head in again and heaved a sigh of relief.
"That was close," she panted.
She turned to start walking down the street again and saw somebody standing in her way. She yelped and fell over backwards, landing hard on her backside. She spend a few moments trying to force back a flow of tears threatening to break out of her eyes and looked up at the figure in front of her, not sure what to do.

"You! Halt!"

The sentry's command was followed by a heavy sigh, released by a figure clad in dark garments. The sullen being turned to face the guard with a steel mask and emitted a woman's voice, "I do not take kind to rudeness, watchman."

Startled by her appearance, the guard could barely keep his sentence together, much less the composure of his face, "I-I'm sorry... ma'am, but the, uhm, village is on... on curfew right now."

"I see that. I am not dense." The words were just as sharp from behind her mask, "I have heard of the dead bodies, that perhaps a vampire is attacking these townspeople?"

"That... is correct, but how did you hear...?"

"You do realize that Estolad is a traveler's town, yes? Words spread fast from this place." Her green eyes searched minutely before turning back to the guard, "I wish to lend a hand, if your captain allows it. I do believe your troop would be no match for a creature that has racked up as many kills as it has already. And..." she put a gloved finger to the bottom of her mask, as if it was her lower lip, "...I think I saw an orc when I came into town."

"An... orc?" A worried look was painted onto the sentry's face, "Please, let me show you to the captian where you can volunteer your services."

"Much better." She said as her mask hid the coy smirk that spread across her lips.

It was usually not like her to lend help without some sort of payment or reward or knowledge she might obtain, but she did not like to see or hear of innocent people suffering for no reason. It was a personal matter; she has suffered under a sinister being before, so she felt that no one else had to go through what she did, and this was one of those cases.

The guard spoke, releasing her from her thoughts, "What is your name, madam?"

Only after a quick moment, she replied, "I am Lady Clarissa Mae of Aldaríon, but I would prefer to be called Mae."

(OOC: Eh, kinda small for my taste, but I didn't want it to be too complicated.)

A darkness of night hung over Estolad like a curtain this night, however a dark figure watched the city from a rooftop watching events going on down below. He was here because of a contract, which had gone rather well..... for him not having to make a hit on his target. When he arrived in Estolad, he found that his intended target had already been killed, and upon examining the body curious bite marks on the neck was the only wound. Tigaro had thought to stay around a bite, these killings had spiked his curiosity more then a little. I couldn't leave without thanking my unknown friend anyways could I? he thought as a smirk spread across his dark face. His cloak was drawn over his head to hide his silver hair, and hide his drowish frame. He had witnessed a few happenings this night, however it appeared as if tonight would be more interesting then most. There where a few notable travelers, who had wandered into town just after sunset. While Tigaro would have preferred to walk amongst the streets, he stayed on the roofs avoiding the guard and the patrols of knights. At the sight of a Drow, they would no doubt attack without cause.

He went along the rooftops following the most curious of figures. From the voice Tigaro could tell it was a woman, but she wore dark clothing that would lead him to believe she was of drowish descent, and she wore a mask which might hide that fact, however somehow he doubted she was a drow. "I wish to lend a hand, if your captain allows it. I do believe your troop would be no match for a creature that has racked up as many kills as it has already." said the figure at one point during the conversation with a guard. This confirmed his thoughts that she would most likely encounter this vampire he wished to meet. He had spent days searching the streets for this "Gray Prince" and found nothing. He stayed low for now, following this figure and guard to where the captain was, his purple eyes flashed crimson as his infravision came into play here. Allowing him to see in the darkness as easily as he would during the day.

The wind seemed to whisper along his cloak as it streamed over the rooftops blowing other cloths that where hanging between the buildings. It was chilly this night, and something to the effect of death was about. Any mortal would have been able to sense the fear and desperation of this night. This town was in a real crisis. How I enjoy watching a skilled master at work. thought Tigaro kneeling down on one knee. He was excited knowing that before this night was through, he would have meet the person who made his job a whole lot easier. "I have a feeling tonight is going to be fun...."

It did not take long for news of a vampyre known as 'The Gray Prince' to reach the bowels of the undercity. A peak of interest that a vampiric hunter loose in Estolad, it seemed to be an opening for a hellish attack, Estolad could become replaced with the dead and the dark-souled, demons could roam these streets, but only if the humans that made their home there left. They had built it, the undercity had a plan to take it. But aside from that, it had a strategic placement to access Lomedor, and all they needed to do, was kill with subtlety.

But alas, their information had stopped at the news of a 'Gray Prince' killing humans under the cloak of night, apparently the guard had been sent to patrol the streets to try and stop the vampyre, they even passed a curfew to assure that no more of their helpless 'sheep' were drained. But no matter, they would still die in subtley, the demons in power just needed to assure that the killings did not stop like the life of so many idiotic victims. The accursed Atani were weak in general, but some were dark-souled. The Undercity would need to send one who could seperate those of dark intent, from the flooding sheep.

The Hellguard known as Satoten Bleedheart was an ideal candidate for this mission. Along with his ability to weed out those whp would stand against such an assault on the village his final name was very apt. He bled from several places around his body, if the vampyre was deprived for too long from any food source the Hellguard would be able to assess the situation by providing the necesarry, but most likley bland blood cells to the vampiric being.

The journey took several nights, and Satoten was sure to wrap his bloody limbs so as to not leave a trail coming from or to the small village. At one point in time it was a mystery as to why his clothing was not affected by the blood, but as the years passed the wonder simply faded into a dark oblivion, eliminating any distraction from a mission. Now he had arrived at the village by nightfall, from the outskirts of the village it already seemed like a ghost town. but that did not matter, all that mattered was locationg the vampyre and providing any help neessarry.

Before entering the village the Hellguard removed the bandages from his arms and entered as any atani guard would, except for the fact he was more of an ominous preseance. He was at least a full two feet taller than most guards, but the bloodied limbs would also prove frightening to a normal human. It was no more than a block before he was stopped by two guards, one armed with a spear, thhe other with a crossbow. They looked upon the ominous figure in fear, Satoten made the first move, and the guard armed with the crossbow fired. The bolt came nowhere near the hellguard who crushed the spearman's head. The one left alive stumbled as he tried to run away, his death was slow as the Hellguard ripped out the spine of the guard with pure, brute force. He had to brace the body before he could even get through the flesh and muscle tissue. It was a gorey sight,but the hellguard killed both guards. He was to immediatley return to his search for 'The Gray Prince' lest he be killed by lack of proper nutrition.

He turned a corner and saw a small, atani female walking down the street, alone. there was a good chance for this to be the vampyre's next target. Bleedheart would just have to wait. He ducked back behind the corner. He heard a yelp, it sounded like a young atani female, but this sound came from behind him. He turned and saw a young woman on the ground. Concealing himself had proven harder than expected. Now he did not know what to do with this female.

(Hope nobody {'Specially Kogata} minds about that post :devil:}

Xillidan walked slowly through the back streets of Estolad; his footsteps patting lightly against the rigid concrete. His pale face let off an eerie glow as he stepped through narrow shafts of light, protruding from the small barred windows of Estolad. He kept his teeth gnarled and sword-hand ready as he walked; he could do nothing more than prepare himself for a guard or someone else to pop out from the shadows. He had lost sight of the young girl he was earlier pursuing, she had just vanished around a corner; when he went around to check, she was gone.

The gray prince needed to taste man-flesh and blood soon, or he feared he would go insane. Every other night he had killed two-three people, which was sufficient enough to keep him going for another day. Then he would retreat into his mothers old ghost-house for the entire period of the day, hidden away in the basement chasing and killing rats and mice. Then at night he would return to the hunt; to feed off those who were stupid enough to travel with Xillidan on the loose.

But it seemed the citizens had taken heed of this new rule, tending to stay inside their homes after around 7 o’clock. The vampire assassin smelt a mixture of stale mead and alchohol as he rounded a corner, quickly ducking behind a crate full of junk as he heard the voice of a guard.

”Oi, you there! This is no time to be intoxicating yourself, do you not know the danger?!” He roared, followed by the sound of hand meeting face.

”Bu- But, I’z jus-“ The drunk man slurred, taking longer to say every word. The guard captain seemed to have left the drunk man be, his footsteps became distant after only moments. The guard captain and his team could surely get around, that was for sure. But not the vampire was alone with the intoxicated man; he would finally taste fresh blood. The thought of death rushed through the gray princes mind like a herd of horses as he slowly rounded his head out from the crate, peering out at the lone man.

The man was none other then Xavier Drilydus, a man the vampire had heard about through eavesdropping in his travels. It was told that Xavier was an unfortunate soul, being kicked from his home after lashing out at a guard. From there on he got drunk every night, staying to the back alleys of Estolad. This disappointed the Gray prince, why had he not found this man earlier, why was he still alive; though, he wouldn’t be for much longer.

The drunk man now sat and swayed; swinging his ale around lazily. He sung a song; which Xillidan took no notice of, after all, he did not have to. His red hair hung lazily over his shoulders swaying along with him. Xillidan could not help but give a rare smirk as he neared the man, keeping his body pressed up against the wall, moving as if he was the shadow himself. Xavier had no clue that he was going to die; he did not know death was close, and now; death was breathing in his ear.

”Goodnight.” Xillidan whispered, wrapping his left arm around the mans neck. The man did not even know the vampire was there; he continued to swing his beer around and sing. Where Xillidan’s normal teeth once were sprouted two sharp fangs, protruding from the vampires mouth in a split second. Saliva ran freely down Xillidans lips as he pressed his two fangs into the mans shoulder, pressing them deep into the mans flesh. The intoxicated human gave off a yelp of pain, before his head rolled lazily to one side. Not another word was heard as the vampire pressed his teeth deeper into the mans flesh, tasting man-blood for the first time on this night. It was like ale to a dwarf; the sweet sensation that overcame him. The mans ale spilt over his leg as his hand flailed outwards; Xillidan removed his fangs from the mans shoulder and licked the remaining blood from his pale lips, savouring every second of it.

”Wonderful.”

(OOC: Sorry guys, It is very distant from all your posts; but my character is not found until later, though he is found by Bleedheart sooner. ^^)

Destani sat fuming, she finally just turned away from the angry guard giving him none of her time. She had explained her reasoning what more does this man want?! So she simply left walking away in the night. The guard stood watching her with curious eyes, his eyes burned into her back, so to resolve this she quickly made a turn around the corner. This eased her mind just a little to know that that anoying gaurd was not pestering her or watching. But now somehow she felt more in danger, like someone was watching her....

Still nonethe less she headed to another street, there was a guard walking there too damn. She dropped to the floor in one fluid motion and hid behind a wall. The guard was coming her way, slowly and as quietly as she could she moved like a spider across the floor in the dark, the cold stone hard against her bare hands, she tried to control her breathing, yet her heart pumped and she could have sworn that the whole world could hear the beat of her pulse. Still she keeped quiet alone the cement.

Her hand now touched something wet, and cold she lifted it up and saw the red liquid running down her arm, she screamed for a second then stopped and jumped into the street hoping no one had seen her, it was too late though, standing above her was a man that looked dangerous. She stood up difieantly with as much false courage as she could muster and stood infront of him with her dry hand on her hip and a smile on her lips.

The large redish head and bright yellow eyes of Nazagan were all that could be seen for amoment as he began to slowly pull himself out from behind cover once he was sure the guard captain and anyother patrols for that matter were well away from him.

As he stepped out from behind the large wooden barrels he was hiding behind his breath had began to quicken more out of frustration then out of any sort of fear, stealth and hiding were not Nazagans forte', he had neither the awareness nor the patience needed for skulking in dark corners.

Nazagan began to move off down another street unsure of what he was doing, all he wanted was to test his abilities against something more then the local guard but alas that was all he had found so far.

Rounding another corner, Nazagans pre-occupied mind and rather large feet managed to kick and topple over 8 small metal birdcages, that sound of metal hitting eachother and the ground made a terribly loud clanging, Nazagan spun on his feet out of instinct his warriors tail swinging wildly behind him as he glanced around.

It wasn't long before a shout of two could be heard, obviously the guards did hear the noise. 'who wouldn't have, stupid clumsy Naz!' Nazagan waved away his criticism as he continued spinning on his feet unsure of where to go, where to hide it was all to foreign to him the sneaking around, hiding and waiting he obviously had no knack for it what so ever.

It was incredibly silent in the village, not even the crickets were chirping. It was as if they knew something was going to happen here, something grand. It was typical that animals would run from Clarissa due to her darkly aura, but insects as well? No, something was afoot. The vampire was close.

As the dark countess and the guard walked through town, searching for the captain, her eyes were constantly surveying, watching the rooftops and alleys for any sign, making sure they weren't the next ones on the vampire's menu. The sentry she walked with kept quiet, which was fine, they needed to be silent, needed to pay attention to their surroundings. This vampire was crafty.

They had finally found the guard captain, and he looked upon the two with a much displeased look, obviously frustrated from the events, "Guard Hughes, what is this? All civilians are to stay indoors!"

He jumped at the captain's angry words, "C-Captain, she is Lady Clarissa Mae of Aldaríon and is here to lend assistance to us."

"A countess?" He laughed with much mockery, "My Lady, you will only get in our way, and possibly even kill yourself. Please, go indoors and leave this to the guards."

Clarissa only sighed in response at first, then it was so sudden and unexpected, the captain did not know what happened until the cold feeling of steel touched his throat with the countess behind him, holding her longsword, her words echoing from behind her mask, "Now imagine a creature that is more agile, more powerful; you would not feel the pain of your throat being ripped off until after you are dead."

The guard captain gulped as his sweat dripped onto Mae's longsword, barely uttering, "You... have a point."

She retracted her sword, stepping away from the captain and sheathing it inside her cloak before replying in a cold manner, "Indeed, now how may I help?"

Before the captain could answer, a loud racket and clanging steel interrupted him and alerted the three, "That came from the store, go check it!"

Guard Hughes was on it as was Lady Mae, but she had her suspicions. She didn't think the vampire would make this much noise, it seemed unlike him to be so clumsy. Perhaps it was just another civilian? Or maybe an animal? Or maybe...

"An orc?!" Hughes yelled out.

Mae looked upon the brutish being, noticing his yellow eyes, red-ish skin, and two large fangs protruding from his lower jaw, "Ah, so this is the orc I saw earlier." She held a firm hand towards Hughes, "Do not fight him, unless you wish to throw your life away." Her masked face looked towards the muscle-bound orc, holding up a hand, speaking clearly and in a raised volume, "I do not know if you understand me, but if you are seeking a challenge, seek out the vampire. He's much tougher than us." If Lady Mae knew anything about orcs, it's that they loved a challenge, and perhaps it was a good thing to use an orc's brutish ways than to go against them.

It was hard to make out anything in the dark, even with her large, mouse-like eyes. However from what she could make out the figure silhouetted against the moonlight in front of her was very large, certainly much larger than her. For a few moments she prayed that the man hadn't seen her, however almost as soon as she'd started the stranger turned about and gazed right at her. Kogata froze immediately, her eyes growing wide with fear, however she found herself unable to move.

The man's features were hard to make out in the dark, but from what she could see he was massive, almost twice as tall as Kogata herself, in both height and width. Kogata felt especially small next to this man. There was nothing else she could depict in this light, apart from the fact that something seemed to be leaking from the man. She looked down at her hand as she felt something wet touch it.
Huh?
She raised her palm to her face and fear froze her in place once again.
B-blood? She looked back up at the man He's bleeding, what happened to him to make him bleed so much? Is he a...

Kogata tried to make a dash for it but found that her feet had become rooted to the spot by her own sense of terror. Whatever this man was, it wasn't likely he was here to wish her a good night and be on his way. Kogata had never met a demon before but she guessed this might be one and even if she was wrong it would be a good idea to get away from it as fast as possible.

A loud clang sounded from somewhere and Kogata jumped to her feet in surprise. It seemed as though she wasn't the only one prowling around tonight and from what she'd heard this other person was just a clumsy as she was. However the sudden surprise had somehow undone the trap that had sealed her feet to the ground. She took one last look at the shadowed figure and scampered, still with the blood from the man clear on the palm of her hand, glistening in the moonlight.

She ran as hard and as fast as she could for several minutes before she felt exhaustion take over and she slowed to a halt and collapsed onto her knees, panting for breath. It took her several moments to recover and when she did she could see that there wasn't a soul in sight. This would have cheered her up a bit, if she hadn't found herself lost in the midst of Estolad.
"Oh great," she muttered "What the heck am I going to do now?"
She stood up and froze momentarily, hearing voices from not too far off. She glanced around and darted behind a pile of crates, hoping the shadows from that would conceal her.

The sound of two people met her ears, as well as the clanking of metal boots, she stayed where she was, curled up in a cocoon of limbs and ponytails.
"Honestly, there are too many people breaking curfew," she heard one of the guards sigh "It's like they want their blood sucked dry."
"I know how they feel," his partner replied "Force to cower inside your home in fear, it's not fun believe me."
One set of footsteps stopped briefly, glancing about.
"What's up?" His partner asked.
"Thought I heard something,"
Kogata let out a small squeak and curled up even tighter.
"Probably just a mouse," the second guard said "Come on, we change shifts in ten minutes."
The man shrugged and the two guards walked off without a second glance. Kogata waited a few minutes before unfurling herself and creeping back out of her hiding place.
I really chose a bad night to come out, she thought.

Nazagan let out a loud feral curse in his native tongue as the first group of people were drawn to his clumsy display of skulking around, two guards and oddly a female who Nazagan seemed more wary of then the guards, perhaps it was the armour, or perhaps the calm she displayed when confronted by an Orc, calm was not a word Nazagan would usually use to describe how people react when they first see him.

Tilting his head to the side like a bird as the female spoke, Nazagan thought for a few moments on the correct words to respond with, it had been along while since he had used the language, and he was never taught it that well to begin with.

"I..." Nazagan cut off his word as he heard the now familar footfalls of a patrol coming behind him cutting off any route of escape, He let out a feral snarl at the patrol behind him, "Back!, stay you back!" Nazagan spoke as he pulled free his two handed sword bending his knees slightly placing him in a stance ready to defend himself from any fool hardy guards.

"I not silly, you use Naz... then kill Naz" Nazagan spoke slowly as he watched the guards around him before he continued "Naz, help humies, Naz not want fight weak humies, Naz want to help." Nazagan finished his sentance hesitantly unsure whether the words were the right ones.

The Hell Guard watched as the young atani female turned and ran at the sight of his monsterous form. It was no more than a slight annoyance that the Hell guard ignored and turned back to where the girl had been. She was gone, melded within the darkness, not even a pool of blood where she had been. Bleedheart had not heard any screams other than the one, perhaps the young atani had simply returned to her home, wherever that may be in this small village. "The Gray Prince" could have chosen to go after a differant target, one that would not draw as much attention from the wandering guards. The demon went down the street the young girl had been in search of the vampyre's next victim.

A yell came from an alley, it sounded distinct, almost like a spell. Satoten Bleedheart did not see more than a flash as a ball of fire came and struck the demon in the chest. He looked up and saw the young girl he believed the vampyre to be following, hunting. But she was alone, no guards, no 'Prince', nothing but the shadows. She prepared another blast of fire, but now the Hell Guard knew what to expect, he dodged another ball of fire. The close he would get the harder they would be to dodge.

Blood on his arms dried from the first assault, but his claws were still effective. He charged, a mosterous figure, barreling towards the young spellcaster. A claw ripped through the side of the building, he swiped his massive right arm and the sorceress, but unfortunatley he missed, the young girl had ducked below the attack and began to run. For now, Bleedheart would allow her to run and escape death. But if he was to find her again, she would surely lose her life.

The massive demon made his way through a series of alleys, taking an undertimed amount of turns to find the exit. At last the demon had found his intended target, he had found 'The Gray Prince'. The vampire was sucking an unfortunate drunk's blood. The drunk did not even seem to notice the sharp teeth embedded in his neck. He was dead, Bleedheart could tell, even from his current position. "Perchance are you The Gray Prince?" The Hell Guard said no more than that, in case the man was simply another vampyre come in hunt of the first.

(Hope you don't mind, Xillidan)