Kelvic on the slave stand, waiting for a master (closed)

[Aurum]

" No, sir, someone is following us. And he doesn't seem that friendly. I noticed he was carrying a knife. I am not scared, sir, for me, because I can change and fly away. However, I don't believe i am the one he wants." This could be a time to show him what I can do to help. " May I make a suggestion? I would like to show you my worth. However, I can't change quickly in the dress. This dress makes me look as though I'm not a slave but a lover. If you act like you are leading me to the alley to...um... I believe you know what i mean. There you can loosen my Corset so i can slip out. This will also appeal to the man following, for he will believe this will make you an easy target." The words came out in a wave. She had just broken the first rule of being a slave. Don't think for yourself. Your master will do the thinking. However, she felt like it was a necesity. She held her breath, waiting for the slap that was sure to come from such an outbrust. OOCGolden Eagles are big enough to kill and fly off with a baby deer if you think Aurum will not be capable of protecting Marcus.

[Marcus Ahysen]

Marcus frowned. Someone was following them? With a knife? As if anyone would be foolish enough to attack him, and in broad daylight! But still, his slave did seem concerned for his safety, and Marcus was no fighter. Before he could even come up with a plan Aurum blurted out one of her own. She meant to lure the man out, using their apparent distraction as bait. What she would do to him after he wasn't sure of, but perhaps she had an idea. It wasn't so much the fact that she chose to speak her mind that irritated him, however, it was the fact that she thought he needed her protection. She was just a silly girl, what could she do to protect him? It was foolish pride bred from noble upbringing and his own high station that led him to do what he did next. Instead of doing as Aurum said, Marcus stepped past her and faced the shadows where the man supposedly hid. "If there is someone out there, show yourself now and face me like a man! If you are such a fool as to stalk a member of the Black Sun, then do so openly instead of hiding like a coward!" Sorry!Sorry for taking so long to respond. Last week was super busy for me and I had no time to post. Also : Oh, and I know how deadly golden eagles can be. Check out the video in my other character's Character Sheet

[Aurum]

There was no slap, but his words were a slap enough. He thought she couldn't protect him. She watched the area that the man was hiding suspisously. Nothing was happening, prehaps he was scared... Wait, what was that? A glint of steel... The man was throwing the knife! She could only do one thing. She pushed Marcus to the ground and fell on top of him. The knife whizzed by, cutting off some of her hair in the process. She looked down at Marcus and blushed at their position. She grabbed the knife, gave an apologetic look at Marcus then cut the strings holding together the corset. As the dress fell from her body, there was a white flash and Aurum took to the air as an eagle. The attempted murderer fled and the eagle came down upon his head with her talons. She pinned him to the ground her talons ripping his skin. Blood pulled around them and she looked to her master for permisson to kill the would-be murderer. He now knows I can protect him. That will probably gain me more respect. Sorry!the same happened to me. Haven't been able to get my hands on my computer for weeks.

[Marcus Ahysen]

The man did not show himself, but he did launch an attack. Marcus saw the dagger at the last instant, but was not fast enough to react. Luckily, his slave was. Aurum tackled him to the ground just in time and the dagger hit the wall behind them, falling harmlessly to the ground. Marcus was confused. So confused he barely registered the fact that Aurum had already leaped to her feet and cut off her dress. The flash of light drew his attention, however, snapping his mind back into the moment. Marcus quickly climbed to his feet as Aurum flew at the man and knocked him to the ground. He watched her tear into his flesh, and smiled when she looked to him for confirmation, poised to kill. Marcus understood the look, but he shook his head, instead approaching the trembling man. Slowly he removed the glove on his left hand and knelt next to him. "Who are you and where are you from? No Ravokian born citizen would attack a member of the Black Sun, so who are you working for? The Syliran Knights?" The man trembled beneath the gaze of the Agent and his deadly eagle slave, but he did not speak. Marcus frowned and asked again, but still the man did not speak, so he nodded to Aurum. "Don't kill him. Just make him talk."

[Aurum]

The hunter relaxed her poise to kill and waited for command. The man she held beneath her talons was and ugly man, barley 5 feet tall. That was what made him nimble and quick and let him hide in the shadows unseen by all but those with the sharpest of eyes. The man's black hair was matted with blood, which also stained his white shirt. The man's brown eyes burned with hatred towards Marcus and fear of the hunter looming above him. The hunter had thought that Marcus would want to question the man. That was why she asked. As a Eagle, she was free of the power he had over her. She didn't always need to ask permisson when she was an Eagle. That was what was dangerous about being a Kelvic. It wasn't dangerous to Marcus, but to Aurum, when she was Aurum. The hunter had a tendency to disobey and when Aurum became Aurum again she was always punished. She needed to hold the instinct inside and not let it get the better of her judgement. "Don't kill him. Just make him talk." Marcus had said. She could to the man one better. She raised her talon and scratched the man from his eye to his chin. Before the man could talk, however, she cut his sleeve to show the symbol Tyv. She looked at Marcus questioningly.

[Marcus Ahysen]

Marcus tried not to grimace when Aurum tore through his eye. It wasn't that he had a problem with what she had done, but he simply wasn't accustomed to being so near to the blood and gore. Generally he let the Stryfe do the torturing while he waited elsewhere. This time he was up close and witness to everything, for a change. It was disgusting, but that was as far as he was bothered by it. When Aurum's claw tore open the sleeve and revealed the symbol Marcus did raise an eyebrow. The man hadn't talked, but the symbol by itself was enough to condemn him. It was one of the symbols often borne by the accursed Syliran Knights. Marcus had never actually seen the symbol in person before, though as an Agent of the Black Sun he was familiar with everything related to the knights. This man may or may not have been one of them, but the symbol and the fact that he had tried to kill Marcus meant that he was at least their ally. Marcus' mind raced as he tried to decide what to do. He could have Aurum kill the man then and there, but that would mean losing any potential information the man might have. He could try sending Aurum to get one of the guards, or a member of the Ebonstryfe, but that would mean leaving Marcus alone to guard the man. Marcus glanced at his hand, the one he had removed the glove from, and a smile spread across his lips. Killing the man was one way to go, but would it truly please Rhysol? The city had already been punished once for straying too far from the ways of the Defiler. But there was another route he could take. Marcus leaned over the man, his hand grasping the spy's wrist as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. Marcus closed his eyes and, through the mark he bore which connected him to his god, tapped into the essence of chaos around him. "Your allies are trying to kill you." That was all it took to use the mark, a few simple words and a touch. The man wouldn't believe Marcus at first, but the power of the mark would make it so. Marcus could never know what way the curse would manifest itself. The man might become paranoid and merely believe his allies were trying to kill him even when they really weren't, or it might actually influence events around him until they truly did try. Either way, it would cause chaos in their midst, and Marcus believed Rhysol would be please. It wasn't as if he intended to just let him get away with it, however. Marcus looked to Aurum. "Let him go," he ordered, and when she did the man would run for his life. After he was gone Marcus gave another order. "Follow him. Don't lose him, and tell me where he went." Marcus was putting a lot of faith into his newly acquired slave, trusting her to go after a man, but one hundred mizas wasn't so much an investment that he would be hurt if he lost her. So far she seemed very loyal, and if she did well, this would only prove that loyalty further. And Marcus intended to try to follow on foot, so even if she did run away, he still had a chance to see where the man went. After Aurum went skyward, Marcus went after the man on foot.

[Aurum]

It was an intersting course of action Marcus had taken. She took to the sky, staying back far enough to seem like a sparrow, and with her sharp eyesight, she never lost track of the man. The blood that ran from his eye and the deep cuts in his chest were like red ribbons in a parade, you couldn't miss them if you wanted to. Every so often the Hunter flew back toward Marcus when he went down a wrong road or puzzled at a turn, but she always kept the runner in sight. He ran over streets under curtains that covered stalls, but the Hunter always kept track. It was like hunting a mouse, you make him think he's safe then you dive down for the kill. The man suddenly turned down a dark alley and, after the Hunter pointed Marcus in the right direction, she watched the man enter a dark inn, after checking both ways. The Hunter perched on a building's roof and watched a scene unfold inside from looking in the window. One man walked up to the bleeding man, looking worried, with some badages. When he reached out to the man, the murderer smacked his had away. Another person came and tried to help, and the murderer smacked him away as well then ran out the door, a look of terror on his face. He dashed away. The Hunter did not follow. She had a feeling she didn't need to anymore. She saw Marcus turn the corner and she flew down to him and led him to a secure place. She flashed back to Aurum and streched. Then she reported her findings. "... And finally the man I was tracking ran out. He looked very afraid." She shivered as wind blew down the alleyway. She took a deep breath then said, "If you trust my judgement now I have an Idea. Would you like to hear it?"

[Marcus Ahysen]

The slave did well, and she didn't betray him. In fact, she even helped him to keep up with the man. She was certainly well worth the Mizas spent on purchasing her, and Marcus was a bit impressed. He knew that kelvics were usually intimately loyal to their master, but he had only just acquired her. Was it really that fast, or was she just so used to slavery that she knew no other way to be? It didn't really matter, because she was his, and each time she proved her usefulness it confirmed more and more how worth the mizas she was. Marcus likely would have ended things for the night, allowing the man to escape and spread chaos with the curse that had been laid upon him. He would have sent the Ebonstrfye to investigate the building the man ran into, and gone about his normal life. Marcus wasn't a soldier, it wasn't his job to actually capture enemy agents. His job was to spread Rhysol's influence. But he couldn't help being curious. His slave had proved resourceful so far, what other ideas might be in her pretty little head? "Yes, I would like to hear it. Speak your mind."

[Aurum]

"Well, the Knights are supposed to be all 'good' and stuff, right? Well, then they won't be able to resist helping a young woman who was just 'mugged'. Then I will, um, let them comfort me and i can get they will be puddy ing my hands." She smiled up into his handsom face. " And then we can go home and, um, celebrate." She winked at him and walked toward the door. She motioned for Marcus to hide and started to cry. Then she walked through the door. The light poured over her body in a flattering pool as she stepped inside. "What happened to you young lady?" The door closed with a soft bang and muffled words through crying. Then the door opened again and a man walked out an angry look on his face. A small moan escaped the door.

[Marcus Ahysen]

Marcus stood there stunned as Aurum spoke her plan, then immediately set it into motion. He didn't even have time to get a word in because she started crying and Marcus had to duck into the shadows before he was spotted. As he watched he considered what had just happened. As loyal as she seemed to be, perhaps he was giving Aurum too much freedom. Marcus had never owned a slave before, not personally, but he recalled the slaves his parents had owned. They would never speak their minds, and if they did have an idea, they would wait for permission before doing it. His parents would never have let a kelvic fly free without some guarantee of it's return, no matter how little they paid for it. It dawned on Marcus that he was treating Aurum more like a friend, than the property she was. Assuming he did not die because of her rash actions, when they got home to "celebrate" he might have to remind her that she was still a slave. Those were thoughts for another time though; Marcus now had a situation to deal with. In truth, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. When the angry man came outside, Marcus remained frozen in the dark. He was not a fighter, he was an Agent of the Black Sun. These men were enemies of Rhysol, yes, but how was he supposed to fight them if they spotted him? Marcus closed his eyes, a risky move considering an enemy was searching the streets nearby, and tried his best to clear his mind. He was better at it than he had been, but certainly no expert, and it was not easy. Surprisingly, though, when one’s life is dependent upon something, they often find themselves able to do tasks that are normally rather difficult with relative ease. The Agent's mind went blank, and then it began to focus once more, reaching for what he envisioned as a glowing orb of power nestled somewhere around his heart. It was just his way of visualizing the use of his djed. Marcus plucked tendrils from that orb and sent them to the fingers on his right hand. Morphing was not something he was adept at, he was still a student of the discipline, but he needed it then. The agent cast the djed into his fingers and, using his left hand to help, began to shift and change them. Competent users of the art could do it all at will, but Marcus still needed to help the transformation. With his left hand he grabbed the tips of his fingers and pulled, stretching them as he focused his mind on changing their properties. One by one his fingers grew in length and hardened. He used his left hand to shape his fingertips into points, then used his mind to harden them into sharp claws. The whole process took some time, and the man was nearly upon him. Marcus stepped out of the shadows, keeping his hand hidden from view. Dressed as he was the man knew him instantly as one of Rhysol's chosen and froze in his tracks. Marcus decided, even though he had morphed his hand into a weapon, to try to use his words to play it off. He did not use the Chaon though. Last time he had been fortunate that it worked so quickly on the man, but Chaon was a slow process, and not usually useful in a conflict. "You there," Marcus said, trying to fill his voice with the authority he knew he had, "What are you doing in the streets? I heard a woman scream and was curious. Have you seen anything?"