Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 5:39:51 GMT -5
This was fun…. This game of hide and seek he played with the one who claimed he was not a rabbit. This game reminded the strange mercenary of the games that used to be played with the one who helped raised him before things went sour. While the king and Queen were a easier targets, it was often amusing to find something now a days that gave him a light challenge and made him work for what he sought - a way back into the darkness where he believed he could find more clues to help him with the problem that was himself and the curse upon that he hid with the multitude of cloth he wore.
There was still some spots on his body that were uncovered that showed the faintly glowing blue flower tattooed that marred his back, but the tattoo was so light that only the keen eye could catch it and thankfully the pain associated with the thing was not felt thanks to most of his ability to feel being knocked out long ago.
The man he hunted did not know his pain or why he was broken the way he was. He didn’t understand his suffering and probably only saw Deshi as another fool seeking power and glory even though the ancient mercenary had stated otherwise. Still….perhaps letting a bit of the beast out made him appear madder than he actually was and maybe that is why the little rabbit ran and used such an odd technique to avoid being followed.
However, as the small black cat moved quietly across the roof of the buildings watching the streets as the chaos unfolded. He would take notice of the man that headed away from the town and towards the area where that gaping hole was that separated the more or less rebuilt garden from that sinister looking castle across the way that blocked the mercenary out with its malice.
He still needed to find a way into that castle, but for now he was more curious about what more he could gain if he could catch the rabbit. Maybe the rabbit could truly help him if he could somehow convince him that what he sought was not power. He was curious as to what made the rabbit run from the dark and the secrets it held. Did the rabbit perhaps already know the all secrets that rested in the darkness? And if so were those secrets too horrible to let another eye view them?
Curious, curious little rabbit, Deshi thought as he paused on the roof tops and watch the scene below. The chaos he had started didn’t cause any of the four identical men to react. While one did indeed drift off, Deshi didn’t think that was the real one. No the real one was probably going – oh?
Deshi paused on the roof top and laid down as he flicked his tail watching as the crying girl went after her ball and disappeared into an alley where one of the men stood; while the man reacted to the child in silence and looked like he was about to kick her ball away, Deshi’s eyes did not linger so much on that little scene, but rather the second image of the silver head that walked passed the first. The child much too occupied by the issue of her ball’s safety and so did not notice the odd twins as they passed each other nor did she notice the white fox that followed behind said figure. She just kept crying about the ball begging the silver headed man in front of her to be nice rather than kick her ball away. Tuning her whining out, the small black cat lowered himself even closer to the roof as his eyes turned back in the direction of the crowds and noticed a third image of the man trying to hide himself as he trailed along behind Rose who was oblivious to his presence.
Oho? What was this? Had he lucked up and found the real man? Had the game really been so easy?
The thoughts went through the mercenary’s mind as his cat like eyes narrowed and he continued to watch only getting up to follow when the one following the fox was a good distance away. As he followed he watched carefully the scene below, making sure not to be seen until he was sure that the one he was after was real. While he didn’t mind his foxes being caught, he rather not be seen just yet, so he watched and waited his time as he stalked what he hoped was the real prey towards a home in the distance.
Meanwhile, the black fox known as Snow followed the one that left the well built up area of the garden and drifted towards the gaping hole and the dark castle beyond. The fox followed the silver headed man balancing easily on the ground when it changed from smooth to a bit rough under his paws. The fox kept following its target until after a few more steps, the target was pulling himself to a halt and spoke a simple sentence that stated he had lost the mercenary; however, as the black fox moved passed the man one would have to wonder just how true that statement was.
The black fox took a few more steps forward and then paused as it turned to face the man and then sat down. As the fox did this, its tail would sweep forward to wrap close by its right side revealing an odd little object tied to the tip of that fluffy tail. It was a ribbon with a single bell on it. As the black fox sat there it would watch the silver head man that had spoken, giving him a quizzical glance as it tilted its head to the side and swished its tail as it studied the one before him. Was this one real or not?
This man had spoken, but what if all of the other men could do that? Hmm..the little black ox supposed he’d have to study this one more to find out the truth. If all else failed and this was indeed the fake at least he would’ve narrowed the search for his master and sister to three instead of four. Maybe the hunt would be easier with the choices narrowed down or maybe it would be it harder…Only time could tell the truth of the matter, so for now the fox sat and waited for the truth to unviel itself.
There was still some spots on his body that were uncovered that showed the faintly glowing blue flower tattooed that marred his back, but the tattoo was so light that only the keen eye could catch it and thankfully the pain associated with the thing was not felt thanks to most of his ability to feel being knocked out long ago.
The man he hunted did not know his pain or why he was broken the way he was. He didn’t understand his suffering and probably only saw Deshi as another fool seeking power and glory even though the ancient mercenary had stated otherwise. Still….perhaps letting a bit of the beast out made him appear madder than he actually was and maybe that is why the little rabbit ran and used such an odd technique to avoid being followed.
However, as the small black cat moved quietly across the roof of the buildings watching the streets as the chaos unfolded. He would take notice of the man that headed away from the town and towards the area where that gaping hole was that separated the more or less rebuilt garden from that sinister looking castle across the way that blocked the mercenary out with its malice.
He still needed to find a way into that castle, but for now he was more curious about what more he could gain if he could catch the rabbit. Maybe the rabbit could truly help him if he could somehow convince him that what he sought was not power. He was curious as to what made the rabbit run from the dark and the secrets it held. Did the rabbit perhaps already know the all secrets that rested in the darkness? And if so were those secrets too horrible to let another eye view them?
Curious, curious little rabbit, Deshi thought as he paused on the roof tops and watch the scene below. The chaos he had started didn’t cause any of the four identical men to react. While one did indeed drift off, Deshi didn’t think that was the real one. No the real one was probably going – oh?
Deshi paused on the roof top and laid down as he flicked his tail watching as the crying girl went after her ball and disappeared into an alley where one of the men stood; while the man reacted to the child in silence and looked like he was about to kick her ball away, Deshi’s eyes did not linger so much on that little scene, but rather the second image of the silver head that walked passed the first. The child much too occupied by the issue of her ball’s safety and so did not notice the odd twins as they passed each other nor did she notice the white fox that followed behind said figure. She just kept crying about the ball begging the silver headed man in front of her to be nice rather than kick her ball away. Tuning her whining out, the small black cat lowered himself even closer to the roof as his eyes turned back in the direction of the crowds and noticed a third image of the man trying to hide himself as he trailed along behind Rose who was oblivious to his presence.
Oho? What was this? Had he lucked up and found the real man? Had the game really been so easy?
The thoughts went through the mercenary’s mind as his cat like eyes narrowed and he continued to watch only getting up to follow when the one following the fox was a good distance away. As he followed he watched carefully the scene below, making sure not to be seen until he was sure that the one he was after was real. While he didn’t mind his foxes being caught, he rather not be seen just yet, so he watched and waited his time as he stalked what he hoped was the real prey towards a home in the distance.
Meanwhile, the black fox known as Snow followed the one that left the well built up area of the garden and drifted towards the gaping hole and the dark castle beyond. The fox followed the silver headed man balancing easily on the ground when it changed from smooth to a bit rough under his paws. The fox kept following its target until after a few more steps, the target was pulling himself to a halt and spoke a simple sentence that stated he had lost the mercenary; however, as the black fox moved passed the man one would have to wonder just how true that statement was.
The black fox took a few more steps forward and then paused as it turned to face the man and then sat down. As the fox did this, its tail would sweep forward to wrap close by its right side revealing an odd little object tied to the tip of that fluffy tail. It was a ribbon with a single bell on it. As the black fox sat there it would watch the silver head man that had spoken, giving him a quizzical glance as it tilted its head to the side and swished its tail as it studied the one before him. Was this one real or not?
This man had spoken, but what if all of the other men could do that? Hmm..the little black ox supposed he’d have to study this one more to find out the truth. If all else failed and this was indeed the fake at least he would’ve narrowed the search for his master and sister to three instead of four. Maybe the hunt would be easier with the choices narrowed down or maybe it would be it harder…Only time could tell the truth of the matter, so for now the fox sat and waited for the truth to unviel itself.