[ the figure is a familiar one — far too familiar, and a little too distinct in what it was. he'd taken to the wilde, spent most of his time here, fixated on the prospect of hutning and killing Cwyld.
but when the mystery of this "stranger's" presences fades into nothingess, now overtaken by recognition, his heart slows to a stop. for a moment, he forgets he's a vampire and feels the rush of his blood going cold.
she shouldn't be here. they weren't supposed to meet again. somehow, they have. nier's eyes dart away, and he sheathes his katana instinctively, as thought she hadn't been a threat. a stupid idea, really. ]
I'm hunting the Shades. [ a beat. he doesn't make eye contact as he emerges from the thicket, the chains wound around his jerkin jingling. ] Not you. ...I'm not here for a fight.
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but when the mystery of this "stranger's" presences fades into nothingess, now overtaken by recognition, his heart slows to a stop. for a moment, he forgets he's a vampire and feels the rush of his blood going cold.
she shouldn't be here. they weren't supposed to meet again. somehow, they have. nier's eyes dart away, and he sheathes his katana instinctively, as thought she hadn't been a threat. a stupid idea, really. ]
I'm hunting the Shades. [ a beat. he doesn't make eye contact as he emerges from the thicket, the chains wound around his jerkin jingling. ] Not you. ...I'm not here for a fight.