Wiccan Star

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu walked into the Tattoo Shop. She saw a gruff man at the counter, and a series of pictures which were obviously pictures of previous works of art. She had Diego sit down on one of the waiting chairs that were completely empty. It was dark out, and she was sure they would be closed, but Zyiamu was proven wrong this time.

She walked up to the man, and gazed over to him with her silver eyes. Pulling out a picture of a Wiccan star she looked down and pointed to it.

I want this, on my upper back....and this... Right then she took out another slip of paper that had a picture of an ancient tribal pattern and a Japanese symbol for "Shadow-fox" on it. Pointing to the tribal picture she spoke again. I want this on my right arm, and the Japanese caligraphy, on my left. Can it be done?

The man nodded and took the slips of paper, and began to clean an area for her tattoing to be done on.

[Drok/Kord]

Drok was walking by the tatto shop and he shot a glance into the parlor to see the kitsune. His eyes narrow. he looks up into teh night sky. "And let he who is with out sin cat teh first stone" He goes and leans on the corner of the building, he will wait till she is finished give her that much in the least. hes not completley ruthless demons are creatures to just those equal to dirt.

[Zyiamu]

The pain was intense, but nothing compared to what she has been through before. Slowly the blue star was finished, and she sat up, moving from laying on the table to sitting in a chair. He made the black and red tribal pattern and the black caligraphy just as nice as the wiccan star.

When the tattooing was done, she bowed gracefully and handed over some money to the man. For doing such a beautiful job she thought he deserved some sort of reward. Even though he is human, he is sort of an outcast, a loner just trying to make a living. She had to give credit when credit is due. Atleast he did not resort to violence and distruction when outcasted...although he is not demon either.

Thank you sir, may your life journies be sucessful.

With that she noticed that her "sixth sence" of the kitsune kicked it, she senced danger...or atleast a small hint of it, and noticed a human stood outside the building. She decided not to think of it that much and opened the door, turning her back on the man whilie beginning to walk down the street.

[Drok/Kord]

Droks eyes shot up as she left the parlor. He just stood there his hand went to his weapons of choice. T he bible in one hand and a .45 pistol with silevr bullets in the other hand. She got down the street before he decided to give chase. Chances were she was already aware of him and she was just gunna try to lead him into a trap. oh well this will have to do he thinks to himself as he draws near pulling out teh bible. "Excuse me miss have you heard the good word of god recently?He speaks about forgivness to sins and redemption for those born in unfortunate circumstances. W9ould you liek me top give you confession?"

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu, discusted with this man already took a few steps backward. She glared down at him with harsh and unforgiving pools of hatred and dispare. She barked out with venomous words holding bits of fury and newly found anger. Nothing more I hate in this fucking world but those who push their beliefs on others. IM A WICCAN!! That means I don't believe in your god....

Just then she turned her back and pulled her hair out of her way, showing the newly made blue wiccan star on her upper back. You see? Now if you don't mind, I would like to get the fuck out of your preaching presence.

With that she turned her back again, and began to walk down another side of the street. Now he got her pissed...and she didn't even know he was "hunting" her yet. Zyiamu is very honorable and holds certain standerds to her life. She is very religously tolerent, as long as no one tries to push their own religion onto her own.

[Drok/Kord]

He follows her. "Im not pushing my religion onto you at all. i never said you had to nor did i have any clue that you were of a different religion." He says to her. "However i do know a few things like you are not human."

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu just glanced over to him, her scowl still ever standing. She looked as if she were going to lash out at him at any moment, but she kept her stance strong.

What was your first hint? she said sarcastically. Was it my ears or possibly the tail?! Great...another genious.

[Drok/Kord]

"No it was your smell, the smell of death the smell of evil." He states to her frowning. "I figured i would give you some chance for redemption before i have to kill you miss. i must exact my revenge yor poeple." He pulls out his pistol. "I am dredfully sorry but it cannopt be helped just like nobody could help my da and mum."

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu glared down at him, he was serious about this! He was going to kill her without knowing her. This what the worst of the bunch. Zyiamu has very thick skin, and when something shows to have a soft spot, you know you hit something irritated. The wound he hit was memories of her father, and how man refused to help him because of his species, of what he was....not because they disliked who he was.

Her heart filled with anger and such a fury that she could not control herself. She reached forward with lightning speed, and grabbed the gun with her left hand, and his thorat with her right. She tore the gun from his hand and started lifting him off the ground slowly. Dispare shot from her glaring pools of darkness and a snarl crossed her lips. She knew he wasn't sorry...if he was sorry already she knew he wouldn't do anything.

Zyiamu managed to mumble something slowly out through her lips before doing anything to drastic. Her words were choppy, and not the clearest, yet you could tell what she was saying just by reading her lips. Slowly, and anger filled words escaped from her vocal cords and cascaded out of her mouth. Don't you dare say your sorry you ungreatful scum. I never did anything to you...but if you want to fuck with the big crowd?!...

At that moment she swong him around and tossed him in any direction she could, not knowing if he was landing on a soft cloth that is overhanging infront of a shop window or running right into a brick wall. As she through him she began to yell bitter words, you can't handle them! She didn't care, and she began to run off. Diego, her fox companion finally catching up with her running at her side.

Zyiamu stopped about 20 feet from him and whispered, not to him nor Diego...but to herself. You think all demons are bad....but what if they are only working with what they are given? And with that she began to run off again, hoping to get out of this place.

[Drok/Kord]

FUCK taht was his only though as he got up and collected his gun and started giving chase to her. "Yea well id rather be safe then sorry." He yells after her hims going into a flat out run as he started gaining a bit. "I dont think all demons are bad those who aid me i have no problem with but they all seem to turn against me."

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu looked back as she continued to dash down the street. She turned a corner down a dark ally that took her into the back streets of the city. It was dark, but she could see just fine. She yelled back, still hearing the man behind her. He wasn't a very stealthful runner, so she could keep track of him fairly easily.

But I never did anything to you before you came up to me and threatened me! WHO IS THE REAL DEMON HERE?!

Zyiamu continued to dash down the road, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Unfortunatly for her she was exausted from the day before, for she just distroyed a whole team of policemen. If this kept up she will have to transform just to keep the chase in her favor....that is if they don't even stop to fight.

[Drok/Kord]

He stopped in teh dark alley way as he caught wind of what she said and he began to laugh. "My dear child, i never said i wasn't a demon, but im not some one just gave me the strength and speed to hunt you things downa nd i plan on using as you see i am much faster than any huiman and yet that is what i am a human hunting down the very kind that killed my family before i evengotto knwo them all that well." He says geting u the chase again. Her scent trailed of for a minute but he got wind of it again as he chased feverantly after her. "And at the top of your kind i will kill the one that has been lurking in the shadows aroudn me all thsi time. And teh only way i will find him is if i kill every one of your kind then he will not be able to hide from me any longer and vengence shall eb mine." he says going almost into a hysteria. "So you might as well stop and fight nwo for i won't stop chasing not even if you ran till the ends of the earth and heveans.!"

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu turned around and kept her back turned on him. To fight or not to fight, which one should she do? The thirst for his blood wasn't strong enough, and her plan was simple. Diego sat down, in his larger form he was watching the man through his icy blue eyes. Zyiamu sat down with him, in a typical sitting way of the Japanese women. She sat there and closed her eyes.

I won't fight you. There is no need. I have done nothing to you, and you haven't done anything to me, so fighting is senceless.

[Drok/Kord]

HE coems to a halt. "What do you mean. Do you not thirst for blood. Do you not wish to defend yourself against those persecuting for the wrongs your kindhave done. In all my time" he stops and thinks a minute looking around the alley type area they were in, the grungyness of it all and the stagnant puddles of dirty water. "I have never had one back down before, so why do you see it pointless. Why is it that you are different from the others? and why should i believe that teh second i trust you you won't turn around and kill me like with others that i have trusted." He leans up agains a wall and slouch's down his back against it. "And why is it that i can't bring myself to kill you if you don't run or fight." He says sighing. "My god bestows long youth apon me to hunt you down and now i cannot kill this one." He says. "For over 120 years i have not had a problem such as this."

[Zyiamu]

Zyiamu opened her eyes, yet she kept sitting on the ground. She looked up to him with her soft purple eyes, that were gentle and unthreatening....for the time being. She spoke, both calm and relaxed, continuing to stay seated on the ground, as easy going as she sounded. No, not all demons do thirst for blood, and even I do at times, but I don't always go out to massacure. I wait for trouble to find me...it always does. I don't need to defend myself, I haven't done anything wrong to you, and fighting you would only give yourself a reason to skin my hyde.

She paused for a moment, and then took a deep breath. She got up and stood, shooting a glance down to Diego, having him stay on the ground. No need to add an extra threat. Thinking back to whatelse he said, she replied to his next statement. Back down, no, I do not back down. I just refuse to sink to your level. I don't fight those whom I don't have a personal grudge or business with. I have never met yo in my life, and it would be pointless to kill you...no satisfaction, only a heavier burden to carry around.

Yes burden, every innocent soul she kills wieghs on her heart, even though Zyiamu has a bitter hate for humans. Maybe its because humans don't count, but this is a hanyou, different then a regular human, he is a demon as well... I am different because I am not all the other demons. I am the odd one out, and I work to keep it that way.

Suddenly the thought of him trusting her shocked Zyiamu. She chuckled softly and rolled her eyes. Zyiamu shifted her weight in the moonlight. The feint light illuminated her figure perfectly, so she seemed to blend in with the darkness except for one white outline on the site that was against the moon. Maybe because I am not asking you to trust me, walk backwards the whole way, I couldn't care less. If you do remember, I never said I am asking for you to trust me.

Maybe you can't kill me because you are somewhat of an honorable man such as myself being an honorable Yasha. You won't attack what will not defend. She sighed, and requested Diego to get up, a deep growl being releaced from his throat. She chuckled darkly and swung her body on his back, sitting up tall on him. She was not getting ready to attack, was just resting off of the wet, cold pavement.