Closed A Symenstra Appears! [Vanador]

[Syl Serin]

Syl Serin 37 Spring 513 Syl had been spending quite a bit of time in Syliras, enough to know where she could catch a good view of the city from atop a bell tower in the city. There she could see almost if not all of the lower district. Though the reason she had chosen the bell tower instead of the other spire was that no one really looked up at the bell tower if it wasn't ringing. This made it an easy place to look Symenstra without arousing suspicion from the Sylirian's that she was up to no good. They would easily get jealous of the feat of trying to reach the top of the tower. Today, she needed to go up to the top to see the clouds to decide about the weather. If it were to rain she would not go to her fishing spot. If it were to look like the sky was going to be very clear allowing much sunlight she would have to wait till the later portion of the day. If it were to be cloudy she could do either task easily without having to fear for the sun baking her slowly becoming less pale skin that now even the blackened veins had a bit of trouble showing through. She preferred a cloudy day because her eyes would not have to burn as much as well. Oh, how she wished for a way to blot out the sun at times and why she continued to praise whoever invented the cloak allowing her to walk through the human society a bit easier through concealing her Symenstran forms. Syl placed her hands along the shadowy surface at the base of the bell tower and began to crawl up its side of the stone putting hands and feet one after another as if making it look easy. If she were to be hunted in this city the pursuers would be at a loss for the simple fact that they cannot climb buildings with such ease. "Almost to the top." She said to herself as she came over the first triangular corner of the spire. Then a few motions later she felt not stone under her hand but another hand like hers and then a pair of violet eyes. A Symenstran Male appears!

[Vanador Gless]

A gust of wind blew past him like a wave, brushing his fair and nearly white hair to the left side of his face as he reached for his top hat hoping it hat not blown away. Unlike humans looking down from the peak of such a height as this bell-tower did not frighten him, in fact it made him feels lovely. looking out and across the city was an interesting thing, he thought. It made all the humans and other races look like tinny bugs he could crush. "If only i could though", he said to himself with a small smirk.

He had been up there for hours, or at least that was what it felt like. But he was enjoying it, drowning out the cites sound with the wind helped him focus on his mind. Practicing his training in Hypnotizing Magic was something he needed to be alone for, without the interruptions so he could meditate in silence. Or not.

He turned slowly, looking over his shoulder towards the western side of the towers walls. What was that? he questioned himself. The brush of stone? A bird perhaps? No. He herd a breath carried in the wind, a scrape of movement on rock. Was someone else up here? He turned completely around, his left hand holding his had from blowing away as his right reached into the lightly open pocket hidden in his coat for no apparent reason. His mind spun as he looked towards the end of the towers fare side, a small smile growing on his white face. Who in Misahar could this possibly be?

Stepping towards the wall he was socked to see a woman about his age with dark hair and lovely red eyes scaling the wall. She was a Symenstra. His twisted smile grew as he reached down to grab her hand and help her up.

[Syl Serin]

Syl Serin 37 Spring 513 Her shoulders shook with a bit of shock as she glared into the violet eyes. Trying to seduce him into a false sense of ease with her. How many Symenstras does one meet outside of Kalea? Not many at all, the way she wanted it to be and the way she wanted it to stay. This soft looking Symenstra had to die for her to exist in peace. No! No, they had found her. They had finally come for her. And they sent a male no less. Her eyes widened with a blaze of strong terror, very intense caution, and deep seething hate. A hate with the intent to kill and rid herself of the vile existence before her. But, wait if there was one their would have surely been another lying in wait. Yet, she had to deal with him first. Syl moved slowly up towards the male Symenstra while running her hand that held his up his arm to his shoulders to gain better support for how she was standing on the spire. "Well, well...aren't you the looker for sore eyes." Syl said as she raised her head to meet his gaze then soft whisper into his ears caressing it with her tongue and a soothing hiss from the bottom of her soul. "I've been waiting for someone like you to come along." Then she stopped toying with his ear and began to kiss his neck with little softly placed kisses. "For a very, very long time." On the sixth kiss to his neck she reared her head back and extended her fangs oozing with venom ready to strike his unsuspecting neck.

[Vanador Gless]

Tilting his head to the side Vanador looked at the woman with confusion. What on Mizahar was she trying to do to him? He had only just helped her up and she was reaching for his arm in subjection. It had been a long time sense he had seen another one of his kind, much less a female. But they where not like this, not at all.

His eyes narrowed when she reached up for his neck, her lips brushing its surface. "Ah", he said in sudden realization as he pushed her back moments before she dug her fangs into his throat. He grinned at her lightly, his own fangs sharp and shimmering in the light as he faced her, his hand that had been in his coat now reaching for the handle of his long sword. "clever woman" he said i'm a comical tone. He looked up and down her frame, not in the way most men would but more as a simple mockery. "But you not my type".

[Syl Serin]

Syl Serin 37 Spring 513 "Hissssss, I am sure you would have tasted terriblessSS!" Syl yelled at the Symenstra with her fangs now fully extended ready to strike at a moments notice. She looked at his hand that was reaching for a dagger as she backed away just well enough to avoid its slash. It was on, a battle to the death. "Good the way I like it, straightforward and to the point." Syl said as she began to get some distance in between him and her so that she could gain the upper hand by firing her crossbow at him. She did not yet know whether or not he was any good with the dagger he held in his hand so she needed to buy time or end the fight quickly the way she preferred it to go. She crawled down the spire and jumped through an archway into the top of the belltower where the bells rested ready to be pulled down at any moment to signal the time of day. She tumbled as she landed on the wooden walkway with just enough width for one person to stand on or a large group of pigeons to perch and rest at the end of the day. Pigeons flew threw the air in response to the irritating appearance of a Symenstra female interrupting their resting place. Feathers, fluff, and white streams of...went everywhere. Syl rushed through the cloud of confusion to the other end of the tower to increase the distance. She climbed to the top of one of the bells where it hung from the wood to hide. Then she loaded the crossbow and aimed it at the window she had just entered. When the birds finally cleared and he finally entered through the window she would be ready to strike him dead with her bolt.

[Vanador Gless]

A bit shocked by her movement Vanador only watched as she crawled down and into the archway that lead to the bell-towers bell. He had only just met this woman and she was trying to kill him. why? He questioned himself. Was it his hair? he pulled at a white lock. Or maybe his hat? He shrugged and swung himself over the end of the spire, crawling along the wall but stopping before the arch. He had indeed seen a bow on her, maybe. or a crossbow. He was not sure be either way it wasn't safe for him to just happily hope in. So instead he pulled over his jacket very cleverly without falling to his death by leaning into the wall and then reaching down to hang it over the edge of the arch, mimicking his own form with the dark coat and hoping she would fire her arrow threw it so he could have time to flip threw the opening and cut her down before she could reload the bow.