Post by Rennia Trayvold on Jan 10, 2012 19:12:50 GMT -5
A lamp on the side of some unknown street in Rome flickered. It's faint buzz was all that split the complete silence other than the occasional gust of wind. The street was bare, desolate even. If it wasn't for the lamp itself, there would be no signs that anything had existed down this path for some time, human or otherwise. The ancient stone buildings on the side stood there quietly, seeming to not even to possess the will to creak in the cool night air. It was as if the whole area was holding it's breath, waiting for some event to take place. It was the perfect sort of place for the darker inhabitants of the world to share, or take for themselves..... Rome....
The silence was pierced by the sharp click of boots. Even though their owner was loathe to wear anything but combat boots, the pace, and the lack of significant weight provided by their owner caused the boots to emit sharp crisp clacks as she walked down the street. Of course, had she been trying, she could have approached with no sound at all, but she saw no point in attempting to hide her presence this time. She knew all to well that those people who mattered here...already knew she had arrived. The dark clad figure pulled at her cloak and hood, tightening them around her frame. Even in the dead of night, on a silent street, she kept herself hidden away... One could never be absolutely certain prying eyes would not catch glimpse, and the last thing she needed was someone with a camera taking pictures.
The demoness heaved a faint sigh. Rome... It had been nearly a century since she had stepped foot in the fabled city of old, and it hadn't changed much. It had been on the eve of war when she last walked these dark streets. By then, the first world war had been all but inevitable. She had made her way to this ancient city to make an appeal to those she still held favor in. She appealed to the council to intervene, to stop war from breaking out. Unfortunately, it had all been for nothing. There was nothing they were willing to do to stop this war, beyond what some of them had already tried. They saw the war as something that could benefit them in the long run. Rennia left empty-handed, and war broke out soon after.
Since then she kept her distance from the majority of the elder council. She knew they wouldn't help her, they had their own goals, and many of them didn't include Rennia. However, now she found herself back on their doorstep. Now she was arriving on the brink of a new event. This one threatened to change the face of the world far more than the previous world war had... It would be a conflict unlike any other, and for Rennia, it was something she had to stop. If war broke out between the supernaturals and the humans, it would be nothing but devastating for both sides.
The demoness sighed. It wasn't that she was bothered by bloodshed or killing or even that she didn't necessarily enjoy her job. It was that this building conflict threatened to destroy everything. No where would be safe from the torrents of this conflict, and she didn't want to be dragged into a full blown war. So now she had come to Rome. Perhaps this time her appeal would be heard, and answered reasonably. Of that she could only hope.
Rennia's brow slowly furrowed and she tugged her hood up further. She was no longer alone on this street. She could feel the presence of another, closing in on her. Of course she knew it would only be a matter of time before someone stumbled along her. Innocent or not someone was bound to come along. So which one was this, some innocent onlooker, or some malicious would-be assassin, who hoped to make their name by killing Rennia Trayvold.... She let her hands slide back to her side slowly. Her hands slowly gripped the hilts of her hidden blades. Pawn to D4. Rennia had made her move. Now.... to see where the enemy would move.
The silence was pierced by the sharp click of boots. Even though their owner was loathe to wear anything but combat boots, the pace, and the lack of significant weight provided by their owner caused the boots to emit sharp crisp clacks as she walked down the street. Of course, had she been trying, she could have approached with no sound at all, but she saw no point in attempting to hide her presence this time. She knew all to well that those people who mattered here...already knew she had arrived. The dark clad figure pulled at her cloak and hood, tightening them around her frame. Even in the dead of night, on a silent street, she kept herself hidden away... One could never be absolutely certain prying eyes would not catch glimpse, and the last thing she needed was someone with a camera taking pictures.
The demoness heaved a faint sigh. Rome... It had been nearly a century since she had stepped foot in the fabled city of old, and it hadn't changed much. It had been on the eve of war when she last walked these dark streets. By then, the first world war had been all but inevitable. She had made her way to this ancient city to make an appeal to those she still held favor in. She appealed to the council to intervene, to stop war from breaking out. Unfortunately, it had all been for nothing. There was nothing they were willing to do to stop this war, beyond what some of them had already tried. They saw the war as something that could benefit them in the long run. Rennia left empty-handed, and war broke out soon after.
Since then she kept her distance from the majority of the elder council. She knew they wouldn't help her, they had their own goals, and many of them didn't include Rennia. However, now she found herself back on their doorstep. Now she was arriving on the brink of a new event. This one threatened to change the face of the world far more than the previous world war had... It would be a conflict unlike any other, and for Rennia, it was something she had to stop. If war broke out between the supernaturals and the humans, it would be nothing but devastating for both sides.
The demoness sighed. It wasn't that she was bothered by bloodshed or killing or even that she didn't necessarily enjoy her job. It was that this building conflict threatened to destroy everything. No where would be safe from the torrents of this conflict, and she didn't want to be dragged into a full blown war. So now she had come to Rome. Perhaps this time her appeal would be heard, and answered reasonably. Of that she could only hope.
Rennia's brow slowly furrowed and she tugged her hood up further. She was no longer alone on this street. She could feel the presence of another, closing in on her. Of course she knew it would only be a matter of time before someone stumbled along her. Innocent or not someone was bound to come along. So which one was this, some innocent onlooker, or some malicious would-be assassin, who hoped to make their name by killing Rennia Trayvold.... She let her hands slide back to her side slowly. Her hands slowly gripped the hilts of her hidden blades. Pawn to D4. Rennia had made her move. Now.... to see where the enemy would move.
