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- Beth
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Bleak darkened clouds hung above the streets of waning light, filtering out the last remnants of the sun in favour of the hurtling gloom they spun upon the world below. In the murky blooms of light, he moved, a faded glint of hope sparking off the leather he donned so often. He twitched the taloned ring amongst his fingers, the surgically sharp aciculate talon stenciling a fine line into the overhang of leather on his palm. The solid souls of his touched firmly against the street as he moved stealthily. He was not out of place in his surroundings, even with his trailing leather coat tail. As the hunt began, the beast reared its head in a deadly smile, and it could not help but wonder if Knockturn Alley bore the same fruits as Bleak Street had done for so long.
Richmond cocked his head, piercing blue eyes seeking out prey. They found it. "An easy kill," he purred to himself, spying the the elder witch in fragrant blue robes. She seemed so lost, so vulnerable, so deliciously helpless. The temptation to harm another had grown too strong. He was addicted to making others suffer at his hand. It gave him the burst of power he had longed for. Richmond buried himself in the growing shadows of the alley, watching, stalking his prey. Was she even aware of his presence? Did she feel his eyes slicing through her flesh? It seemed as though she were blissfully unaware, humming to herself a tune of old, one that caused something almost human to emanate from the man awaiting the perfect moment to strike. Nothing would be enough to bring his reign of torture and pain to an end. He fed off the suffering of others. He only grew stronger.
The woman paused in her step, looking over at one of the shops lining the way. She stared long and hungrily at it, or so it appeared to the hunter. This woman was definitely no challenge. He may as well draw out the meeting. Cockily, Richmond stepped from the shadows, standing and watching the woman. She seemed to notice him, now, her eyes turning on him. She watched his approach, and he could not wait to see the burning cries of help in her eyes. He moved closer, and closer still.
Bleak darkened clouds hung above the streets of waning light, filtering out the last remnants of the sun in favour of the hurtling gloom they spun upon the world below. In the murky blooms of light, he moved, a faded glint of hope sparking off the leather he donned so often. He twitched the taloned ring amongst his fingers, the surgically sharp aciculate talon stenciling a fine line into the overhang of leather on his palm. The solid souls of his touched firmly against the street as he moved stealthily. He was not out of place in his surroundings, even with his trailing leather coat tail. As the hunt began, the beast reared its head in a deadly smile, and it could not help but wonder if Knockturn Alley bore the same fruits as Bleak Street had done for so long.
Richmond cocked his head, piercing blue eyes seeking out prey. They found it. "An easy kill," he purred to himself, spying the the elder witch in fragrant blue robes. She seemed so lost, so vulnerable, so deliciously helpless. The temptation to harm another had grown too strong. He was addicted to making others suffer at his hand. It gave him the burst of power he had longed for. Richmond buried himself in the growing shadows of the alley, watching, stalking his prey. Was she even aware of his presence? Did she feel his eyes slicing through her flesh? It seemed as though she were blissfully unaware, humming to herself a tune of old, one that caused something almost human to emanate from the man awaiting the perfect moment to strike. Nothing would be enough to bring his reign of torture and pain to an end. He fed off the suffering of others. He only grew stronger.
The woman paused in her step, looking over at one of the shops lining the way. She stared long and hungrily at it, or so it appeared to the hunter. This woman was definitely no challenge. He may as well draw out the meeting. Cockily, Richmond stepped from the shadows, standing and watching the woman. She seemed to notice him, now, her eyes turning on him. She watched his approach, and he could not wait to see the burning cries of help in her eyes. He moved closer, and closer still.