Human Dragons -- Present WordThe music pulsed just below his ears from the large headphones hanging around his neck. Pounding drums, a roving bassline. He sat in silence, listening, huge sword resting easily across his broad shoulders.
"Zeke?" came accompanied with footsteps approaching up the stairs. He shifted slightly, but did not move or speak.
"Zeke!" A girl, maybe nineteen by her looks, stepped through the doorway, white silk rustling around her bare feet, auburn hair swishing over the tops of her shoulders. The master's niece. She stepped easily and lightly, always wearing the supplest of fabric in the softest of colors. The girl, much older than she looked, carried few or no weapons. She was the weapon, she pointedly reminded him with a grin of sharp fangs.
"Zeke, it's happened," she said sweetly, "he's on the list." The young man remained still. "And it is yours." He listened as her footsteps retreated down the stairs into silence.
Zeke stood up. Dark hair, naturally twilight blue in well-placed, t
Boy PantherHe would have cut an impressive figure; fair skin against black and silver clothing, but the streets lay thick with the shadows of deep night. The assassin was all but invisible.
He walked on without slowing, black hair falling straight down to the tops of his shoulders, dark eyes registering any movement on all sides. His garb, supple and silent fabric of complete black moved easily with his alert muscles, trim of silver chains making no sound whatsoever. High black leather boots hit solidly and soundlessly on the street with every step.
The elf woman waited at the end of the street as he approached, and fell into silent step just behind him. She was willowy and not as tall as his six foot frame, with silvery blonde hair down to her hips and intense clear grey eyes. They walked side by side through the blackened streets in silence for nearly an hour, before entering an empty inn by the docks.
The man took a seat at a table in the dark common room, the elf sitting opposite him. The sil