Unfortunate Occurances

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost apparated to the darkest part of Bleak Street. He was just in Bulgaria, and apparently, Asparuh got what he wanted and needed to lay low for a while. Though Arnost did not like to be cooped up in the house, so he figured that he ought to take a walk down Bleak Street, just to pass up the time. He put the hood up and it covered his black eyes, and revealed only his mouth, which was absent of his usual, subtle smirk. Arnost made sure his robes were secure, before he walked out of the shadows and into the streets. His movements were swift, quick, and did not hit a single person. Arnost hated physical contact unless he allowed to be touched in such a fashion.

Perhaps today would turn out not so boring. After all, Bulgaria was such a boring place now. Arnost wondered if there was anyone here worth speaking to, and hopefully no mudblood or anyone who messed around with such filth. He folded his arms across his chest, his demeanor like ice that could never be melted. He stopped, and glanced around to where he was at. He was close to the Ater pub, and debated on paying his nephew a visit in his shop. Arnost wondered if Asparuh knew about those pureblood brats being born yet. Arnost leaned against the brick wall, debating on how he should spend his afternoon. His hand went to his chin, and his eyes closed, as he went deep in thought, though no one could even see his eyes because of the hood he was wearing.

 

[Luxen Silverback]

Luxen stepped out from his shop to get some air when from the corner of his eyes he saw the figure. It was the dark lady that haunted Luxen's dreams even when he was awake as she bidded him towards the dark part of the alley, Luxen was quick to follow as he placed his hood over his head ignoring the witches and wizards that laid on the streets awaiting death or worse. 'Come with me Luxen, we have work to do' The dark lady's voice said menacingly as Luxen felt the coldness wrap around his heart. Luxen knew this feeling and could only describe it as murder, a desire to kill but more importantly a need to feel the rush of life as it left this world. Luxen watched as the dark lady ended her walk and vanished leaving only two in the dark alley.

Luxen pulled out his wand as the man seemed to give off a shadow that only Luxen could see. It was becoming more rare these days for the dark lady to mark the prey that needed to die and Luxen rarely concerned it as he stared at the man with icy veins. "What brings you to Bleak Street, friend" Luxen bemused as he stared at his opponent with a coldness. These days Luxen felt the hatred towards all life more and more yet rarely did he feel the desire to kill as strongly as he did when they were marked. Luxen had always knew that he was evil yet now he would be evil with a purpose as every action he made would be one that caused pain to more people then just the ones he struck at.

 

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost opened his eyes, and glanced in the direction of some young man that dared to interrupt his thoughts. Arnost did not lean off the wall. This Death Eater was dangerous all on his own, but only if he even bothered with people. Arnost was not the type to speak to some common folk around here, not even to most of the Death Eaters here. No, he preferred to speak to those in Europe or around his home town. Arnost simply stared at the man, the man who couldn't see his eyes. Arnost was standing his full height of almost seven feet tall, his body largely built though not like the Drages. However, Arnost also possessed a lean figure to maneuver quickly and swiftly.

Arnost placed his hand on his arm and continued having his arms folded across his chest. What was this man doing? Speaking to someone like him as if he knew him or something of the sort. Whatever be the case, the man wasn't about to leave, and Arnost's day was just getting started. The Death Eater spoke with a chilling voice, "I don't see this as something that concerns you, but however..." Arnost smirked slightly. "I was just thinking of how to make today a little less boring, if you care to know." Arnost never took his eyes off the man, studying him in every fashion. He took note that the man had his wand out as well. Does the fool want a fight? Or is he afraid that I would strike? Arnost knew himself that he would not attack someone unless they brought it upon themselves.