Night in the Fortress (Keda)

[Imass]

Summer 14, 512

Imass walked down the dark corridor with a simple oil lamp in his right hand. He was wearing his chainmail and tabard. There was a broadsword swinging at his side and a Lakan sheathed on his abdomen. The Knight too no chances during the twilight hours. It was almost mid-night, but it looked just the same as high-noon except for the fact the maze of corridors and streets were almost empty. It was dark lit only by lamp light. Warm summer currents blew hot and humid air into the stone fortress.

And thus was the residential area of the City of Peace under Leth's glow.

Everyone was sleeping except for him. Bad fortune struck Imass when he got left with the graveyard shift. Usually the Akalak did not do graveyards, but earlier in the day the soldiers had drawn lots with Imass on the losing end. With this newly added burden to his duties, the warrior was exhausted. All he wanted to do was rest his head. He couldn't even meditate.

Although he didn't show it, he was mad. Disruptions in his daily schedule always ruined his mood. The calmness of his usual self vanished.

The golden-eyed Knight slowly ambled down the corridor. It was a wretched job, but he would do it anyways. He would do anything the order asked him whether or not he was motivated. More often than not he was motivated to perform. Not today though. He couldn't focus at all.

And thus Imass found himself walking down on the many corridors of the housing district. He slowly walked by every door and checked the locks. It was routine for Knights to make sure each and every citizen was safe in their rooms.

Up until this point he had never encountered an unlocked door, so he absent-mindedly did this task. One after another he felt the securely locked doors. Suddenly, without any clues one of the door knobs clicked open; the door was unlocked.

Raising an eyebrow, Imass stopped and stared at the open door. He didn't quite know what to do, so instinct took over as he slowly and quietly pushed the door open.

What was on the other side he wondered?

[Keda]

Keda was exceptional at seeing at night. He was used to darker so this wasn't much of a challenge, not like he tried to make it into one. After his days activities, he just wanted to see what it was like at night. Sure it wasn't as beautiful as his home at night, but it was okay. The mazes just reminded him of a stone forest, the only difference was that there was nothing beautiful that caught his eye, not yet at least.

It was around the morning time, he knew because of the low rings from the bell. It was a nice sound, something that he could only hear briefly on his travels. He had wondered something as his hawk sat on his shoulder, why had he come here? He knew there was no hope of love, no one was open minded except the very few, the very few just didn't want to have a Symenestra as a mate. He sighed and looked around noting the homes and how they were each decorated lightly with the residents' personalities.

It was rather cute to be told, not to mention if you really wanted to know the person you could tell if you liked them by the outside. It was strange because he never had anything like that. Sighing once more he saw a faint light bouncing off the walls in the distance and questioned who would be up, besides him of course. His hawk looked at him and he to her, by some means she understood that she was to leave and keep a watch over head. His hunting companion left and he cautiously walked forward even more.

When he had found something beautiful he had noticed that the man was a strong warrior, this he knew, he also sensed that the knight looked a bit distressed in someway. Almost like himself he knew the pressures of what this man went through on the inside. He would fit this race far more than his own because of everything.

Being more cautious Keda spoke from afar, just in case a blade had decided to cut through his glass like body structure. "Uh sir, might I ask what you are doing?" He was not familiar that knights would make rounds, so he was almost like a child in that aspect, not to mention he was a child most likely to this man. As far as he knew he was in his forties, who knew with them.

[Imass]

The door swung open slowly and Imass let the light of his torch fill the small room. The scene was disgusting. The room was full of junk; trash such as clothes, wood chips, feces, random papers and food stuffs littered the floor. The hearth was laden with old ashes. The walls were thoroughly damaged too. The bunk inside was flipped over and slashed up strangely. It also smelled just as terrible as it looked. Either way, this room had been abandoned at the very least two or three days prior.

Suddenly, he heard a strange voice speak from behind him. The voice was melodic and sweet-sounding, but it was also definitively a masculine voice. The Knight turned around, holding the lantern right in front of his face. There was a man standing a good ways down the corridor. He was almost as tall as Imass, but awfully skinny in comparison. He had grey hair and his morbidly pale skin was similarly colored.

The patrolling warrior raised an eyebrow at the suspicious guy. The Knight had the gut feeling about this man; he had trouble written all over him. Imass was also thoroughly displeased with how Keda looked like; his violet eyes looked foul and horrid to the Akalak. All in all, the Knight was simply appalled with this pale man, but he didn't know why.

The truth was simple: the racial enemy of the Akalak was the male Symenestra. In Riverfall, the home of the Akalak, male Symenestras were slain on sight, no questions asked. However, Imass had never seen a male Symenestra before in his life, so it did not register in his mind to kill the man. Thus, Imass' gut feeling of the pale man was that of suspicion and disgust.

The Knight walked towards the Symenestra with his lantern held high. The Akalak ignored Keda's question and started questioning the skinny guy, "What is thy name citizen?" His voice was rich, deep, and very masculine. He spoke clearly and loudly, but he didn't scream, "What is thy business at this time of night?" The Knight made no hostile movements however he had little patience, "Speak quickly."

Although the Symenestra was tall, Imass was taller. He filled his chest with air and let his broad shoulders hang loosely in attempt to make him seem even bigger and scarier than he already was. The lantern light flickered, distorting the Knight's face giving him the appearance of a monster with golden eyes. His shadow filled the whole room behind him. Imass then took a step closer to Keda so that he could make his presence known even more.

OOC- sorry for the delay.

[Keda]

Keda was surprised to see that it was a kind that hunted his kind practically. Though he recognized this earlier, he didn't notice that he was beautiful, he decided to keep that comment to himself, at least for now anyway. He only smiled sweetly and also took a step forward, holding up his hands almost like he was caught stealing something.

"My name is Keda Nightshade. I was just wandering around at night because I wanted to explore, my true intentions dear knight, seriously. I do not or did not do any harm, but might I ask, what we you doing?" Keda was still as curious as ever and his hand along with the long arms feel folded across his small but broad chest. He was amused and kept his smile, not showing his sharp teeth, but enough.

It was strange but there was something odd about the other. He didn't seem a beast as most of his kind and as he was taller the symenestra it only made him more curious. Some kind of emotional pull he guessed. Either way, this knight seemed to not like him. "Please don't kill me for what I am, I honestly don't mean any harm, I don't even harvest for the web anymore..." Though he just wanted the hostel like air to be gone and a better understanding of each other, he felt like it wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Keda also felt that the comment that he made earlier in his head was intensified as the man came closer and lit his facial features more, even if without the light he could still see perfectly. His head lulled back and looked up at the beautiful moon then back at the silver knight.

OOC: It's okay!

[Imass]

The shadowy figured stepped forward immediately. He was swift and did not delay in answer. The pale skinned man held his hand's up in order to show Imass he had nothing to hide. The fragile looking man introduced himself by the name Keda Nightshade and claimed that he was merely out at night to explore.

The gleaming knight was skeptical of Keda's words. Due to the racial tension between the Akalaks and the Symenestras, Imass had deep feelings of anguish and suspicion. There was a cold feeling that crawled down his spine when he saw this man. The Knight could not bring himself to think logically about the Symenestra. He just knew that he hated everything about this man. Long story short though, if Imass realized Keda's racial origins he would cut him down immediately.

Stepping forward, the Akalak made his presence known. Leaning down over Keda, Imass tried to spark a reaction from the venomous man by intimidating him. With a scowl on his face he scanned Keda's face in disgust, "I will be asking the questions now, you hear?"

Imass then gave the Symenestra clear instructions, "Put your hands on your head, and spread your legs on the floor. Not complying with my orders will result in immediate arrest. Please...I said spread your legs!"

The Knight cracked his knuckles and prepared to search the Symenestra for any illegal or suspicious items. Although he had no proof to do this against Keda, he had a gut feeling and that was enough.

"Spread your legs and pick up your nut sack!" Imass walked around to the Symenestra's back side and got ready to search him.

OOC- thanks for waiting, I took several days off from playing the game.

[Keda]

Keda was taken back by how much closer the other got. He gulped in a bit of fear but did not let him stop from whatever he was beginning to think. With the handsome man's face near his and the order he gave, he obviously took it the wrong way at first, but understood the nights job. It was frustrating, but he knew the other would most likely not listen, and only listen to what he wanted to hear. "Fine fine, I'll listen, I'm just curious. Isn't it rude though? How hospitable of you people."

Keda did as he was told, still a slight color on his cheeks. When he was pressed against the wall he fought the urge not to think how close the other body was to him. The creature was even cuter when it was anger, he just wouldn't let anything go without his say. What a possessive man he wanted to say, but his voice was gone, just as gone as his pure thoughts.

As his frail body was being searched or damn near close to it he still tried to remain quiet. If it wasn't for his 'great-skills-of-keeping-quiet', he would have moaned uncontrollably. The symenestra bit on his bottom lip also to keep control, not enough to pierce the flesh but enough to notice. The the last part of the night's command confused him. What? He wanted to say, but refused to open his mouth.

[Imass]

Imass immediately began to search the Symenestra. He started at the skinny man's shoulders and started to pat every last part of his body. The Knight was everything but gentle. His gauntleted hands squeezed Keda's frail arms, neck, chest, and torso. There was nothing to find on his body yet, so he turned to his attention to the pale skinned man's legs and thighs. He squeezed and patted down his ankles all the way up to his crochet area. Still there was nothing for Imass to find.

"Move those fingers! I won't tell you again: reach down and lift up your nut sack! Keep your other hand visible at all times!"

The cold gauntleted hands stripped Keda of his pants. Imass was determined to find some sort of illegal substance, paraphernalia, or for that matter anything that could incriminate the man. He was absolutely certain that the man had something to hide. His racial prejudice towards the Symenestra was apparent no matter how hard he tried to show it.

Using his gauntleted hand, the Knight shoved an iron-clad index finger into the frail man's hole. Shoving it inside ungracefully and roughly he digged around for a second and found nothing. He would not cater to any pleas to stop or noises of pain. He honestly didn't care what Keda thought, he needed to be absolutely sure that he had nothing on him or in him for that matter.

When Imass was done, he walked around to Keda's front. His face was full of hatred and anger, despite his best efforts, "Lift up your pants!"

Imass waited for the Symenestra to finish then he made an ultimatum, "I know you are hiding something, so don't try to lie. I know your type: the scum of society. We don't need your type here. Syliras is not a place for you to mess around, " Imass was of course referring to illegal and criminal activities such as drug or slave trafficking.

"I am a generous Akalak though. I will give you two choices. You can either leave Syliras forever or I will take you to The Tank for further questioning! I know there is something wrong with you...I can smell it! Decide your fate quickly!"

The Knight rested a heavy hand on the hilt of his weapon.

[Keda]

He did as he was told, no protests. He knew he was a suspicious creature, he just wasn't a suspicious person individually. He never did anything wrong, not resently anyway, not in years. He then felt a cold gloved finger up his ass which he was taken by and held his tongue, grunted in pain, and tried to remain calm. Which was more than he could say for the other. As he was done he picked up his pants and things, looking at the ground from embarrassment.

Keda sighed, shaky and nervous. He couldn't admit to anyone that he liked it just a little bit, after all that was part of being gay. Not to mention the guys looks made up for it, it just didn't make it okay for him to do such a thing when he did nothing. He looked up, still a slight blush and tried to protest.

"But sir! I have done nothing wrong! All I did was want to walk around like any curious creature would want to do. I might be one of those creatures, but I am far from their actions! I don't think it would be right for me to leave or for me to be questioned further for nothing. I am innocent, truly good knight."

[Imass]

Imass snarled at Keda's protest. There was no way in Mizahar would respond to the skinny, pale figure in a positive way. The Akalak warrior had already made up his mind and there was no way logic and reason would change his thoughts. Nay. Imass was not such a man. He was a warrior and a policeman, not a conversationalist or a buddy. Imass was not concerned with social justice or personal freedom of a Symenestra. He was only concerned with the safety of all the citizens in Sylir.

Imass gave a final knightly ultimatum, "Tis might be hard for thee to comprehend, you rapscallion, but Syliras is not a city for thy type of people. Get out of here or suffer the consequences! I will personally give you one day to pack up your bags and leave. You have a free pass tonight but if I see you here ever again, then I shall personally escort you to the edge of the wilderness myself!"

Imass spat in the direction of Keda's feet, "Get out of my face scum!"

The Akalak turned around and headed back to the abandoned room to do more searching...

[Keda]

"I am no scum you know. I'm not like the rest of them, believe me!" He huffed and glared at the night and then stopped, a bit of water forming in his eyes. "I never wanted to be born this way, and I'm sure you lot sure never wanted to be born the way you are either, with your evil/good sides and all. It's no use talking to you, you won't listen nor will you try to understand me. I can't blame you though, I wouldn't want to know someone like me either."

Keda wiped away some liquid that threaten to fall and he still looked at the man. Boy weren't looks deceiving. And what was he hoping for anyway? He somehow thought he'd get an apologetic notion or some other means of niceness from that man, from the kind, handsome Akalak.