All around (strike)

[Isis]

Isis walked with a group of friends down the streets, loud giggling heard as one of the group obviously commented something on how good-looking one of the group of guys had been that they had just passed. Laughing right along with them, Isis, took a few breaths, looking around the street for any more of the sorority boys that might have been around.

Instead, another figure caught her eye, somewhat in the shadows, but noticeably looking at her. A small smile pulling at her soft lips, she whispered something to one of the girls next to her, who in turn giggled again, and continued walking with the group down the street. Turning to face the guy she had seen in the shadows earlier, she walked towards him, her face having turned to a curious expression now that her friends were gone. She was always searching for the one who might be like her, but so far not having found him or her. Maybe he might be the one, though it was doubtful. She sensed a strange power ccomming from him, something about it drawing her near, making her want to meet him, to talk to him. Comming closer, she noticed the first strange features of the man, his silver hair, and his matching eyes which seemed to glow out of the shadows towards her. It was unusual, and Isis had a drawing feeling that he might be connected to her, something inside seeming to tell her so. Stopping at the edge of the shadows, she set a hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly to see him better. Not knowing how to start the conversation, she spoke something obviouse instead, opening the conversation. "I noticed you standing here all alone..." Her oddly colored lavender eyes taking glowwing slightly, though she didn't notice this, nor knew he could see it as well.

[Strike]

Strike of course had been on one of his walks. Since coming to the city, he found this place dull and heartwrecking. He yearned for home. Where nature spread it's delicate arrays for all to see. Where there was no smoke, human filth floating around like air, murders for no reason. This place was a hell, and Strike felt like the hound of it. Walks proved to be refreshing to him, allowed him his exercise and motivation to move on in life. It had been a long time since last he left his family, and never this long. It was odd.

But walking, he took a shortcut. Something new and exciting. Exciting all right! Just up ahead, she glowed like the daylight to him. His trained eyes were alert to catch these things. Sometimes you could miss some of the most important things by not paying mind as you should. He almost had just now. If she didn't stick out like a sore thumb, he would never have concentrated on seeing her aura. Now, he stared, concentrating harder and harder. As she walked on, closer towards him, Strike could sent the air, thus proving for sure she was one of him. She was like him that they were of the same brethren. Kragarians.

His heart forgot to work and his lungs ceased to function. He must have looked odd standing there; a big black trench coat around him with a black undershirt, hands shoved in his pockets and his silver eyes just staring. He knew not others of his kind exsisted but only his family. This was good news to him, and rendered him in shock. But as she spoke, she bore not the accent. The accent Strike had learned so hard to hide. It meant she did not grow near one like her, else wise she would have taken in the accent as most foreigners in a new country do.

Breath returning, Strike gave a smile of greeting and nodded his head to her. All proper gestures coming from him. "That is what happens when one looses their train of thought. Usually all else excapes him, even companions at the side." his smile turned into a grin. He'd always had some sort of riddle to his choice of words, but usually it was to confuse people. He was just mainly seeing what she was capable of in small doses.

[Isis]

She lifted her eyebrows slightly, eyes widening in a touch of calm surprise. She had not expected the riddle he had seemed to have throw out at her in response. Another something odd about his speech was his accent. It was like nothing she had heard before, yet held a familier edge to it that she could not place. Watching his face form into a grin, she relaxed slightly, letting a small smile cross her lips.

"Ah yes, common thing really, though never stated so as you have spoken of it..." She said in a soft voice, tilting her head to the side slightly inquiringly. He was a complete stranger, yet she felt almost instantly comfortable around him, something she had never felt with anyone before. "I have never seen you before... Do you live around here?" Isis asked, watching his face and body for emotion she wasn't yet detecting other than a strange knowing feeling that seemed to be mutualy, exept for the fact that he seemed to be more knowledgable of it. He didn't look like a normal man from the local college, which her friends all attended, but had features upon his face which seemed to have been worn in, leaving his body to make him look young, yet older at the same time.


(sorry for the shortness >.< )

[Strike]

Strike's grin held and he gave an ever so careful shake of the head. "No. I've just moved here. Staying with a friend only a couple blocks down." At this point, he allowed his accent to return back within himself, now his voice gave a normalness to it. Along with the voice, he let his eye glow become dorment. If people were still around, it would not make well to do such things in their presense. He was taking in her color a little more. He knew that this was not a normal of their kind, something unique and very rare indeed. Which bloodline had she come from? So many questions he wanted to ask, but of course that would be just plain old rude, and the Kragarians were not rude people to one another.

Padding of smaller feet echoed now. Wolf. Of course a follower of Strike had...well...followed. This silver coated animal came to Strike's side, slightly panting, he stared up at the girl. His ears fell back and the wolf lowered his head, whining slightly. She was superior to him. This had caught Strike's attention and he looked down. His eyes widened with Wolf's presense and soon he gave out a large sigh.

[Isis]

"Ah, well thats cool..." She spoke, noticing what looked like a large dog come up beside him. As the animal put its ears back and whined, Isis smiled, holding her hand out to the animal. "Aww, its ok... Is he your's? She asked, looking back up at Strike. Tentivly patting the top of its large head, she pulled her hand back. A slight pink flushed her face as she straightened herself. "I forgot to introduce myself... I'm Isis... Whats you're name?" She smiled again, hoping that the pink would fade away. Shifting from one foot to the other, she continued looking at him, noticing that his eyes didn't seem to be glowing anymore.

[Strike]

Wolf gave a slight whine once more but as she held out, he gave a short lick of greeting and took the pat she offered. The wolf seemed to relax a bit more now, that was the introduction for him and now he was comfortable.

Strike gave a faded frown and nodded to her question. "Strikarash is my birth name... But the public usually calls me Strike. This fur ball is Wolf." he jutted a thumb pointing at wolf, but soon returned his hand back to his pocket. "Isis hm? Is that short for anything?" Generally they names one another something in length, but she was young so it wasn't surprising if the modern named offspring something shorter, easier on the ears. He couldn;t hold it in any longer and had to get it out. "So what is a girl much like yourself doing in a city of hell?" A city of hell, yes with all the demons and nonhumans around it truelly was one.

[Isis]

"Strike... And not that I know of, I have been called Isis for as long as I remember, nothing longer..." Isis glanced down at the animal again, a small smile pulling at her lips. "So his name is Wolf... He looks like he could be one by his size," She added in, noting just how large it really was. Not the size of a normal dog, that was for sure. Taking in mind his other question, she shrugged. "I don't know, it seemed the one I fit in most with from wherever else I have been..." Isis raised her eyes to Strike once again. She didn't add in that the reason she seemed to fit into this city most because she wasn't the only one who could do strange things, like the violet bubble-like sheild thing that seemed to happen whenever she felt like she was being threatend.

[Strike]

To this, Strike raised an eyebrow, ignoring the comment about Wolf. "Fit in?" Hmmm, take in everything, every hint or clue you can. Well there was no point to, Strike knew what she was and who she was now. But it was habit. Habit to take everything in and so and so forth. "Hmm, care to explain that one?" he gave a mild grin once more. He was slightly afraid of scaring the girl off with such curiosities and questionings, but he couldn't help it. It was just something he did.

Wolf listened to the two. He knew everything they said, and he knew what Strike was up to.

[Isis]

She watched him for a moment, thinking on how to answer his question exactly. Taking in a deep breath, then letting it out again, she finally spoke. "Well, its sort of a long story really, as well as getting really in-detail with my life... But if you really want to know..." She took in another breath before starting in.

"I am, well, 'different' than alot of my friends, and family, I always have been it seems. I never really noticed until I was around 8 in school, when the other kids commented on my hair and eyes, and how I was funny looking... I never really took it that hard, or cared, I just thought it was something rare that I had as a trait. The first really noticable thing was a few years later, when one of the boys was picking on me. He was yelling and making fun of me, and when I told him to stop, he tried to hit me..."

She paused here, knowing what was comming next was the ting that made alot of people think she was crazy or lieing, but she went on anyways. "... I closed my eyes and flinched back, waiting for his hand to hit me, but it never did. WHen I opened my eyes, he was on the other side of the room, and there was this weird lavender glow around me. I never really understood it, but it happened times since, and I now know that it had been what sheilded me from his blow, and had sent him across the room like that when he hit it. I had an interesting childhood as I was growing up from that. The teachers wouldn't beleive me, and the kids who had seen it happend had different thoughts on it. Some of them thought it was cool, while others thought I was weird, and were afraid of me... At 18, I moved out from my parents house and went to a few different cities trying to find a home, but none of them fit me well, and I had to keep moving when people saw what I could do, and lets just say they didn't think it was very neat..."

She paused once again, getting to his original question. "So when I came here, and saw that I wasn't the only one with strange abilities, I decided to stay on, since I wasn't so different here, and the people here don't seem to mind as much as the others about what I can do, they aren't afraid of me..." She sighed, her eyes having gone to the gound infront of her. Well, he had heard her life story now, and if he decided to leave her alone like alot of others now that he had heard it, she would understand. It wouldn't be the first time that had happend.

[Strike]

Strike's arms managed to slide from his pockets and cross loosely infront of his chest as he listened. As she went on more, one hand made it to his chin, almost a thinking posture. At the end of her story, Strike stared at her without blinking, yet without accusing stares either. It was a relaxed form he took and soon he nodded of a sudden. "Well that's usually how it starts." he mummbled incoherantly to himself. "Well Isis. I congradulate you." he said it ever so simply, as thought casual. But he truelly did congradulate her in this, she was coming into her power.

[Isis]

A confused look spead across her face, "What do you?" She asked, the curiosity mimed in her voice. No one had ever responded to her after she told them her story before. Most of them gave her a sceptical look, and asked her to prove it that she was so different. And after she did, they usually left, fast. Watching his face, she tilted her head slightly, waiting for how he would answer her question. She saw nothing to be congradulated that she had done in her life, unless he was refering to finding this city, but that wouldn't be right since he had called it a city of hell...

[Strike]

At first he only blinked, a blank look across his face. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. HE felt so dumb after that. "Oh! Well grats on your powers there. I mean, it would have been better if they came sooner, but hey, better late than sorry, eh?" he gave a short nervous chuckle. For a second he looked side to side, as though someone was there. He was hoping someone would pop up and interupt this conversation, but it looked like there would be no rescue. She had no clue. "Erm...yeah...." was all he could manage after that. Strike looked down to Wolf, as though wanted help. The animal only looked up at him and tilted his head to the side, indicating he had no clue. "So...you have no companion..." the figuring was slow on his part. She had no wolf by her side. She must have been lonely without someone of her kind with her all these years. Strike knew he would die without Wolf.

[Isis]

Her confusion hightened even more as she listened to what he was saying. Her powers? Why would anyone say congradulations on those, and better late than never? She had know idea where he was comming from. "Companion? I don't understand what you mean, i'm sorry..." She wrapped her arms infront of her, the confusion she was experiencing quite plain on her face for him to see. She had no idea what he was talking about, and this sent a strange feeling up inside of her. Could he be... The one she had always been looking for, the one to help her discover her past, and why she had the powers she had? She waited for him to speak again, seeing in his present confusion already that he would certinly have such a similar reaction again from what she had just said.

[Strike]

Strike's head stayed where it was but his eyes looked back and forth. "Uhhhh....." This was a reason why Strike's father had hated him so much, he lost concentration very easily and showed weakness all too well. "Erm, I mean a wolf. You need a wolf. Well, you're supposed to have one. Wolf was born at the same time I was, we were awarded to eachother as soon as we could have been." He paused and leaned in slightly, letting his voice drop down some. "We need them, to remind ourselves of who we are." Yeah, great explaining Strike, while you're at it, don't forget to babble some, that should finalize that you're a crazy kook.

[Isis]

"To remind us of who we are...." She whispered softly to herself. She was still confused, but now the door to it all was opening. "Are you telling me you know what I am?!" She asked in a urgent voice, her eyes gaining a bright hopefullness. She wasn't at all sure about anything, but she was desperate to know, for explination, the one her parents had never been able to give her, the one she had been waiting for all her life. She had always had a connection with canines now that she thought about it. They always accepted her right away, and seemed to always come to her, even if she had never met them before. She liked them as well, but had never been able to keep one as a pet, as her mother had said specifically no pets, and she hadn't had the time to get one since she had been moving around so much. It was slowly starting to make sense, to fit in with what he was saying...