Leron
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Post by Leron on Aug 19, 2007 16:12:02 GMT -5
Walking along the shoreline, he made his way for the seemingly close and convalescent buildings around him now. The darkness seemed to envelope him as the day went from dawn to dusk in seemngly a few seconds of his almost nonexistant life. Time flew by like it never existed in a normal life. But his life was never really normal now was it? Not since the demon within him held him accountable for his wishes, and gave him what he so wrongly and yet really wanted. His desire had come true at that time, but yet his human side never really changed. Even over all this time, he was still this young man, long silky soft and forest thick hair. What a desire it had been for one such as himself. Eternal life at the cost of inormality.
It was indeed a burden that he hastily learned to carry, and with such a magnitude as to use it for his own biding? What a way to control a demon inside. Yet this day was no different than the others. All alone, he stood now looking up at the median infront of him ,its bright shine seeming to fade away right before his very eyes. A glorious defeat between light and dark. The colission both unhelped and unescapable. The day was slowly coming to an end, and he cared not. Night was the time of predatory escape. Time for the hunts of the very creatures that roamed these lanky and long-deserted streets now.
Leron's eyes poored over the streets like water on a front, taking in all that was there. It was truly a night that would surely be forgotten within a week or so. Unless something remarkable would happen. "Deserted. Like always." His words were short and light, his voice almost now a whisper. What a ngith it would be. Silent stalkers. He not one of them. Just a citizen of the night. And yet inside he was soo much more. Uncapable of consuming food, he just stood still, his eyes still glazing over the streets and his surroundings. He was not admiring. Not at all. Simply gazing, for he had ntoa nother thing to do. Then slowly taking steps forward, he made his way down a small corridor, his footsteps light and almost unheard.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 19, 2007 16:24:44 GMT -5
Ahh Frankfurt again, it had become almost a regular place for Buffy. Of course she still lived in Italy, and that wouldn't change. It had become a home to not only her, but the rest of the gang. Dawn had even started school there, in 11th grade now. Xander was working, Faith was training with Buffy, Willow and Kennedy did their thing, and Andrew did.....Well, Andrew never really did anything. Still, Italy was like the new Sunnydale, minus the hellmouth. Buffy wasn't a fan of Germany all that much though she traveled here quite often. This time she'd come by herself on train. She'd wanted some time to think without Dawn or someone else screaming in her ear and talking about foolish things.
As she got off the train she smiled at the doorman at the train station and exited onto the streets, her light green eyes surveying the streets. There wasn't too many people out this late at night, which wasn't that big of a surprise. It was getting so late outside that it was getting early. Buffy had the itch to patrol, to slay something, though she ignored it. She had come here to think, to take a break from the gang, not slay. Lately she'd been training so often and so hard that it was almost all she wanted to do; she was becoming a machine. Giles reccommended her to refrain from training so often, but she refused. Now she barely felt it when she got hit, she was becoming numb to pain from feeling it to often. She could tell the others were worried about her, but she knew that she'd be OK.
As she walked she swept up her long golden hair and put it into a ponytail, wanting it out of her face. The night felt like home to Buffy, she was more comfortable walking outside when it was dark then in the light. Probably because it was almost all she ever experienced; night. She picked up the pace a bit and looked around, her eyes finding their way to a man walkingn just a bit ahead of her. Being the slayer she instantly knew that he was a demon, though she felt as if he was stronger then the average demon. Buffy was quite the fighter, though she would be cautious anyways, for she did not yet know if he was hostile or not. So she simply kept walking, keeping her eyes glued to him should he decide to try and pull anything.
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Leron
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Post by Leron on Aug 19, 2007 16:46:06 GMT -5
Continuing the steady walk ahead of everything else, Leron sensed a presence nearby. A female presence at that. What might someone be doing outside at this time of night. In this town especially. Not a normal person for sure. Especially when it was a women. Hopefully this one knew how to defend herself from the creatures of the night. He was not a fighter himself, but he knew how to. He was sure that he would not start a fight with this women. He rarely fought unless someone started it with him, and had the intention of killing him overall. He was not a violent type. Even in his demon form, he was a silent and semipeacefull individual.
Leron kept his gaze at his front, his dark brown pupils locked unto the path ahead of him. He could hear her very footsteps behind him, and he knew she was watching him. Intently by the sound of it. His senses were stronger now, picking up her scent. She was a human for sure, and yet she smelled of sweat and blood. Maybe she was a hunter. A slayer of sorts. Maybe she was one of those women that killed that which preys during the later hours of the night. If so, he was slightly happier to have her behind him. Perhaps he wasnt alone in this little hunt for that which was untamed and uncontrolled. This he could not know for certain, seeing as he hadnt even seen her face, even to this very point.
Looking down towards his open hands, he noticed the vanishing of his skin right before his very eyes. The wraith within him was now choosing to show itself partially. Leron didnt really mind. If she was to truly even stick around to meet him personally, she would have to know exactly what she was dealing with. He meant no harm, but then again, she didnt know that at all. She kept her distance, so she must have figured out that he was a demon. He was no ordinary demon though. She would find this out eventually. A small gust of wind with a heavy force blew over him, forcing the clouding of his body to thrust up, like a line or laser that showed where his body were to go transparent. Then, his body was once again fully visible. He then came to a corner of a street, stopping on the brim of it. He did not turn around,but spoke slightly towards her.
"No harm meant here. I am. A peaceful demon, if you will."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 20, 2007 10:13:05 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry, this post is kinda sucky. I just woke up, I need a little time to warm up  ]
A peaceful demon? Yeah, like she hadn't heard that before. He probably wanted her to think he was all fluffy bunnies and then he was going to rip her throat out. Well, he was going to try anyways. Besides, whatever kind of demon he was he had to have something shady about him. Peaceful or not, all demons have their weaknesses, their vices if you will. Peaceful could mean quite a few things, this Buffy had learned during her lifetime. Maybe in this case it just meant that he was not in the mood to fight. Or perhaps he didn't harm humans, maybe even that he did justice. Though she doubted it, most likely he just didn't feel like fighting. Which was good, since neither did Buffy truly. Yes, she would if she had to, but honestly she'd just wanted to think; nothing else.
"Is that what you say to all the girls right before you try and rip their throats out?" She asked, showing that she didn't know him well enough to believe him just yet.
Whether or not he proved truly peaceful he was powerful, probably not more so then Buffy or Willow, but besides that he would probably be a top fighter. With this new evil in town the gang needed all the help they could get, this battle was going to be the worst so far. Although Buffy knew that it was an extremely small chance, if any, that he would join them in the fight. But she would try, she had to; they needed the help. Of course this was all dependant on whether or not he was peaceful. Buffy was probably thinking ahead of herself, but she couldn't help it; it was in her blood. |
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Post by Leron on Aug 20, 2007 10:52:45 GMT -5
Listening to the brutal and illmeant words that seemed to just leek from the women's mouth, Leron smirked and stood patiently. Slowly placing his hands within his pockets, he laughed slightly to himself in the thought of a fight breaking out on this peaceful night in the middle of these streets. It was improbable to him given his current mindset and feelings on this particular situation. Why would he try to kill this person anyways? She hadnt yet done anything worthy of attacking her for. Leron was always curious as to why humans always thought of demons to be heartless and evil.
Hands now burried deep within the abyssal of his black panted pockets, his face brimmed with nothing but a sense of relaxation. What a night this was for him. Strolling along a beach, then meeting up with a human slayer? Who thinks he would try to kill her? It almost made him sick just thinking about it. He was no heartless and ruthless beast. Leron was nowhere near that. He only fought when he absolutely had to, or when he was to defend himself from an oncoming attack, or a pursuing attacker. He was a young demon at that, but he knew how to fight. He was one to be mistaken for a child in the world of his own, being only around 200 years of age.
Then he thought about what the women in the distance had said to him. The brutal question that shook his mind up as he thought about it. "Chose not to believe me. Not my loss here. I know you need help. You chose not to trust me, then your just another hand shorter." Leron stayed facing opposite of her, not choosing to acknowledge her personally, or reveal his complete identity.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 20, 2007 11:08:53 GMT -5
Buffy could see that he too felt it; the uprising new evil. Almost everyone could, even the normal humans. It was like a black cloud slowly forming over the world and they were all a part of it. Buffy knew that she would be right in the middle of it, and she hoped she would have help alongside her. The gang had helped her all through her life, but they were almost useless fighting against this new evil. It was the strongest thing she'd ever felt, the strongest evil. The only thing that had more evil, fury, and hate had been Willow when she'd began evil and almost destroyed this very earth they all tread upon daily. Buffy stood, thinking of what she should say. She felt as if she could trust him, being the slayer she was a pretty good judge of people, or in this case anyone really. Perhaps he could help, though she would remain cautious.
"So your saying you'd help, you'd fight alongside good in the upcoming battle? Why?" She asked, her voice now more curious then anything.
A demon willing to help fight against the evil, it truly was odd. Buffy had seen it before with Spike and Angel, but it was still sort of weird to see it. If he truly did want to help then Buffy would gladly accept, she needed more powerful fighters. Human or not, there was no such thing as to much help. Oringinally Buffy had just come here to sort out some thoughts, but now she might end up with some new help. A demon, and a pretty powerful one at that. Maybe this night would prove more interesting then she'd thought.
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Post by Leron on Aug 20, 2007 11:19:41 GMT -5
Leron stood intently, his body no longer tensed up and his muscles relaxed heavily within him. He was no normal demon at all. Nothing like the others. He was no evil being. Nor was he anything of the sort. He was a peaceful being. He has been that way since birth. Even after learning that he possessed a greater thing within him than his entire live's worth, he was still a compassionate person. The only effect that the demon has upon him is his will and his strengths. Everything else stays unchanged, besides from appearence. And if these humans were going to win this fight, they would surely need the help of someone like him.
Slowly rising from his slightly hunched over position, Leron turned his head slowly towards the women. He was quite surprised once he finally did turn around. This slayer was no ordinary women. It was the one he had heard about all this time during the discovery of this new evil. He had already fought his share of battles with these new reched beasts, and so he knew what they were dealing with. He would fight beside her if thats what they needed of him. He may not stick with them afterwards, but he would surely help out with what he could.
He smirked as he brushed a small lock of his long and dark brown hair out of his face, now revealing his entire face, his pitch black eyes now locked unto her. "Yes. As to the question of why. Thats something that I myself dont even know." Leron smirked once more before then turning his entire body around, facing her fully now, in a full head on confrontation. "I am like nothing you have ever seen. Im not like the others. the other demons you have met and probably killed. Im different."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 20, 2007 11:33:10 GMT -5
As he said this Buffy nodded, though she did know demons who were different. Not many, mainly Spike and Angel. Angel had been an animal, a completely insane killer until his soul had been replaced. Now he fought alongside good, helping the helpless as he said. Spike however had fought to help Buffy long before he had gotten his soul. In fact he'd fallen in love with her before his soul had been replaced. Yes, it truly was odd. All the people she knew seemed to be connected to one another some how, seemed to share memories with each other. So all in all, she knew that yes he may be different, but she'd dealt with different before.
"Listen, we're located in Italy, in an apartment building called heaven heights. If you truly wish to help, then come there." She said softly to him as she gestured for him to walk with her.
"So, what is a demon like you doing out on a night like this?" She asked, trying to lighten the conversation a bit.
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Post by snnp on Sept 2, 2008 0:26:38 GMT -5
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