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Crimson cloaked figure strides along the unfamiliar grounds. Hood drawn low over her features. Only soft pink lips could be seen on her sheltered features. Her waste was wrapped tightly in gray and white cloth as very wide sleeves fell to her sides. A long sword was tied to her waist, hilt sticking out slightly so as to be ready for withdrawing. Her pants gradually became baggy so as to not hinder movement. Her red slippers moved as she gracefully moved in the meeting area.

A smirk is seen on her face as she steps around others. Careful of Pick pockets. She laughed inwardly daring any to test her. Under the crimson hood she watched a maid get bumped into by a young fellow. The smirk became wider as she watched him easily take her goods. The poor maid did not even notice as she bent to pick up the breads with the other. She snorted in disgust that this lady was so Innocent as to let this brute steal her wealth.

Quickly she moved with stealth that was not human bred. For this lady was no human herself. Well she was half. But that didn't slow her down one bit. As quick as lightening she had her blade drawn and stood squarely in front of the thief. The tip of the sword was sharper than any before, Its metal seemed to sing in the air. Beautiful ivy was in scripted ever so delicately into the long blade. Her bloody hued hilt was held firmly, as if she was born with it by her side. She calmly stood there inspecting this thief further, Her Eyes could be seen. They where a bright Golden color, and flashed angrily to the man. Fair skin is seen on her delicate face, some would call her beautiful but she hated every one staring at her face. Right now a look of utter disgust was on her elegant features as a little bit of her Silver hair was starting to show through. She held the blade up and to the mans neck. It happened so fast that she was sure he couldn't have even seen her coming.

She tilted her face to the other, regarding him quietly for a moment. Her fair hand held the blade poised to cut his charming dial from the rest of his body. A soft smirk is seen as she let her musical voice be heard.

"Well now,.. That wasn't very nice,.. now was it?"

She smiled sweetly to the other, Strong magic surrounded her as she was ready for what ever he was to do. Yet she appeared calm as she awaited his reply

Soft piece of Silver hair escaped the cover of shadows from her cloak as her golden orbs flashed with amusement, yet her delicate face looked at the man, she held, rather calmly. Her thin hand moved the red hilt in her grasp as she gently twisted the blade, causing a rainbow of colors to dance across its metal beauty and Ivy etched refinement. The movement caused more of the blade to touch his neck, yet she didn't break his skin, but she wanted to get the point across that she was not to be taken as a fool. Glowing orbs looked from under her hood as she regarded the brute before her. She smirked at his words then her musical voice is heard again.

"I hardly consider you a man,... Thief."

She nearly spat out her last word in disgust. Her free hand raised up quickly and moved the stray silver tresses back into the blood red cloak that covered her form. She stood there for a long moment seeing that the maid had long since left. At his words she gave a gentle sigh as her free hand reached up and in one quick moment pushed her hood back...

A young woman with the look of her early twenties appeared from under the shadowed hood. Long silver tresses fell to her mid back, held in a lose wrap. Her white bangs brushed on either side of her face framing her features, while glowing golden orbs stood out on a fair face, her soft pink lips pressed in her own irritation at the man. Her face was that of unnatural beauty. But right now she looked at the man with a strange mixture of anger and slight amusement. She new that she did not need the blade to kill the fool. Avoiding cutting his hide she quickly moved the sword, it glittered as she quickly sheathed it in blackness. A white ribbon, wrapped low on the crimson hilt could be seen by her side. Her Golden orbs never left the mans features as she spoke softly, yet very wary of the man.

".. and I don't kill unless necessary either."

Her wide and long sleeves laid across her chest as she folded her arms, Her strong magic was still ready to be used if he decided to do anything. As gruffly as her voice would let her she asked him a question with one lone brow raised in curiosity to him.

"Do you have a name,.. Thief?"

A soft purple sheen passes ever so gently across her bright golden orbs as she took his deep stare into her own. She could feel his anger at the words she had chosen to speak of him. But to her a thief was a thief, plain and simple. Golden orbs narrow at his surprise that came to his face. Surly she wasn't that pretty, OH but she was, Her unknown father had passed on such beautiful characteristics that none could even put together a mental picture handsome enough to match his face. Her gaze danced around the court yard, noting others that had started to stare at her figure also. She wanted to sneer at them, but she calmly held her self as she quickly looked back to the other. Her delicate face seemed relaxed her soft ears took in his quick answer with an uncaring expresion. Her long silver tresses swayed gently in the breeze that passed the court yard. Watching his hand raise to rub the spot her blade had just been moments before, she slowly moved her own right hand to rest on the crimson hilt of her blade, her fair fingers played along its russet and white wrappings as she thought about him for a moment, yet she never drew her blade. Her soft voice is uttered forth.

"The thief Samber."

She blinked at him wondering if he even deserved her own name. Yet she shrugged lightly for the young woman was not worried about him knowing her dubbance. She gave him a wary glance ready to give her name forth, yet she heard a yell from a short distance. Her face never moved from the man in front of her. She new it was the guard's, for the maid had surly found out by now that her coins where missing. She smiled smugly at Samber while she spoke.

"It seems she has come back for her goods,.... Thief."

She laughed softly and stood still, Golden orbs dared the man named samber to even think about moving just the slightest, as people around her ran quickly, soon her and Samber were surrounded by a very large circle of armored men. There swords drawn as they stood still. Apparently he had robbed a very wealth home owner, one wealthy enough to hire such men in a short time. The maid was among the group as she sniffed from crying, it was obvious that she had gotten quite a lashing for letting such goods slip off her. The maid quickly pointed out Samber.

"That man right there he must have stolen the money from me,."

She paused a moment looking to the Silver haired woman before him.

"And that lady must work with him also."

The fair woman, with silver hair, garbed in a crimson cloak, hardly held back the urge to attack the plump maid that stood behind the ring of men. On her elegant face white pearls gritted in anger with a disgusted look that danced across her features. She would never be caught dead doing such a deed as stealing for petty cash or helping for that matter. Her hand tightened on the bloody hued hilt of her sword, which only made the maids words more believable to the guards. The golden eyed woman tried to speak of her innocence only to be told to shut up by the captain, such rudeness was not taken so well by her. Glowing Yellow orbs move as she quietly hissed to Samber in anger.

"This is all your fault, Thief....... But if you split that purse I will help you escape. If not I will leave you here with them."

She motioned with her free hand to the hordes of guards that stood around them, they were ready to attack. She did not steal from others, but she needed money and the maid had sorely crossed her, by accusing her alliance to the thief. So naturally she did not care, anymore, if this man took her money. But for having to deal with such a problem she did not want to go empty handed. She watched Somber carefully, for if he escaped without paying for such a mistake she would hunt him down.

Golden orbs flashed with anger at his words. Her fault? Her angry words came out in a whisper, yet she had a hard time keeping her voice down.

"If you hadn't stolen the money I would never had confronted you,.... THIEF."

She raised her voice a littler louder as she spoke the last words. She had taken a step closer to Samber while she was softly yelling at him. Her delicate fist was in a ball in his face as if threatening him. She gave an impatient sigh and quickly looked around, Eye's narrow as she notices the guards closing in on them. She calmly looks to Samber wondering if he would take her offer. She liked the idea of some more money, but if he didn't speak up soon she would leave him. She smirked at the thought of him standing there alone, to take the blame that he had rightfully earned. She stood a little more calmly than one in her situation should. Her brow raised in an impatiant act. She had to smile at his threatening words. She softy whispered to him.

"Thief,.. Do not think to throw petty threats at me..... And I never go down so easily. Trust me."

One moment she was standing there smiling sweetly to him. Then a flicker of a bright light appeared before him as she became nonexistent. He was alone standing there in the middle of the approaching guards, only a pile of the vixen's clothes was left, crimson cloak, and her strange exotic blade. The stunned men only paused for a moment before they decided to rush the lone Samber. Yet just as they almost reached him a thunder of hove beats could be clearly heard as a large blood red mare lunged through five armored men and landed gracefully next to Samber. Her strong black legs took out the remaining group around him. Silver mane and tail held high as the mare looked to Samber. Golden orbs glowed from a dark face. The equine's mouth never moved yet she spoke in a musical voice to him.

"Hurry,.. get on before they regroup.... And don't you dare forget my clothes.... Use the blade if you must,.. but I warn you it will not let you kill me with it.."

She nudged him in the direction of her clothing as she leaned down a ways with her strong equine body, Brass orbs moved quickly around her while she hoped he would hurry for the men had already started to wake up and grab at dropped swords.

Golden orbs narrowed as she watched the thief leave her. In anger she mumbled soft words.

'Stupid, worthless coward, When I catch him,.. I'LL KILL HIM!'

Quickly she noted the guards as they tried to grab at her equine sides and face. She gave a sharp grunt as one of the armed men cut deep into her chest. Her red blood flowed freely on her body dripping to the ground below. She Gave a shrill scream as she attacked in full anger. Pearls ripping at clothing and body's as she ran for a long time and then moved into an ally way, before disappearing again.

The silver haired woman appeared beside the stalls, Quickly she was able to steal an old large cloak to hide her nudity, before any saw her. Hood once again drawn deep over her fair face as she calmly moved between the stables to find Samber, Soft ears took in the commotions of the guards as they moved farther away from the hiding place, to try and find her and the thief. She had led them far away and they should be safe for a good while..

She slipped in quietly, her body and face hid in the shadows of the old brown cloak. making her rather unrecognizable. Her pale hand extended forth open as if waiting for a hand shake, But the Blade twisted out its dark scabard that the man held and flew quickly in mid air to its owners hand. Her fingers slowly griped the hilt of crimson, as she once again held its sharp edge to his face. A grim face of beauty was seen as Golden orbs flash with anger under the hood at him.

"You disappoint me,... Samber.."

Rainbow colors shimmered quickly on the lovely blade to his face, only to fall slowly down to her side, suddenly a stream of her blood flowed from under the cloak and down her hand and on the blade, only to start dripping a large crimson puddle on the ground. A soft grunt could be heard as she moved the blade swiftly to her left hand. As soon as the hand was free of the sword, her right arm fell relaxed to her side still dripping blood off her delicate fingers, from the equine form that took damage. Ignoring the blood that flowed she blinked back her pain placidly, as flashing yellow orbs took his features in.

"I take it you don't fight much?,.. Yet you have survived I see........ I am sure that you are disappointed to see that I am alive!"

Anger was clearly written on her face. Had the fool meant to leave her to die. She became enraged at the thought as her good arm quickly raised to hold the blade up again, fighting the urge to kill him right there. But the quick strain caused her to give a soft gasp, Her face turned white, as more blood fell to the earth from her arm, Her face strained slightly as she moved to the other side of the walls away from Samber. Grimly she stood leaning on the wall for a moment to collect her thoughts. Then she swiftly glanced back to the thief sword ready in her good hand, for the attack she waited for. She new she was weak from the wound but she could still kill him, she need only shape shift again. She did not look elven, only like an extreamly beautiful young woman except for the golden eyes and Silver hair.

She flung her hood back as anger and pain filled golden orbs took in his Azure pools. She narrowed her eyes as she took in his features, as it seemed he tried to control him self from something. Her silver hair was no longer tied back, as some soft white tendrils lay on her shoulder. Still the sword was held up in defense as she softly spoke.

"The feeling is mutual."

She stood leaning on the wall across from Samber. Soft ears took in his other words about fighting. Her silver hair fell softly around her as she tilted her dial to the side, It seemed she searched his face for an answer. Her eyes flare with hate as she caught him looking her cloaked body over, She would teach him manners. But she paused as he suddenly looked uncomfortable. She was looking at him puzzled when he moved. She quickly jumped back in slight shock as he came closer, but the wall stopped her movement. Her back pushed hard against the wall, while he easily moved her blade away. She glanced confused at her sword that fell to her side wondering why it had not killed him. She quickly looked back to Samber still confused. Numbly she took her clothes with her left arm, awkwardly holding the sword and clothing.

But her thoughts all ran dry as his hand came to her clothing and he started to touch her cloak on her body. Hate ran wild in her face as she would have slapped him had her arms not been either useless or holding her clothing. She was about to tell him to not touch her, until she saw his face, she grimly looked at him, as he tried to hide an emotion. She became quite and calm, she wasn't afraid but she had known that he was no ordinary man, but a blood drinker? She had lived a longer life than normal and was very familiar with many kinds of creatures. She looked plainly at him as he spoke of the wound. She was still pale as he glanced up to her, once again she searched his face for a meaning. She jumped slightly as his large tanned hand laid on her fair flesh, causing him to bump her wound, which made his attempt at carefulness futile. A soft gasp is heard as the pain caused her to see stars, her body shivered slightly from the sudden over load of hurt that was coming from her chest. She suddenly dropped her clothing and blade from her arm, sword quietly landing on her clothing, as she quickly lifted the now free hand to lay gently on his forearm, that held the hand on her soft flesh, Her long fingers curled tightly around the thick arm as she tried to hold on to wakefulness. Her sight was starting to blur from the sudden pain.

Golden orbs blinked softly in shock at Samber's eyes, as the pain started to ease enough for her to glance at the man that was healing her. She could feel the magic flowing through her body and focus at the mans hand. Softness was on her features as she watched his face for a while, Silently she stood there... A blood drinker who heals? NO he is something else... Yellow lanterns caught the fleeting smile that touched his lips. Her own soft grin appeared on her delicate face before fading away. The pain was bearable now as her voice filtered through the space between them.

"They named me Ariokashil.. But all call me Ario."

She calmly looked at him, then realizing the situation she glanced around her. Body relaxed as no danger was found. Fascinated golden eyes took in the deep cut that slowly started to heal. She stood there calmly, her hand still gripping his arm.

She watched him silently as her hand still gripped his arm. She shifted closer against the wall as she noticed his hand had been on her waist. She felt slightly irritated that he would even have one hand on her let alone two. Yet she quietly looked on as he quickly shook his head, Yellow orbs narrow as she becomes wary of him again. As he spoke of not being such a hard ass she placidly gave a soft grunt to his words. She quickly eyes his hand as he reaches into his shadow filled cloak. Body once again becomes tense ,as she now feels much better, and gets ready to defend her self, for she didn't quite trust him, she didn't really trust too many people. She just blinked, a little confused, that only a flask was brought out and handed to her. Eyes stare at the container for a moment, before she reaches slowly out to grab it. She opens it and gently smells what was in it for a moment before she took a couple of deep drinks. She closed her eyes as they watered from the strong liquid. She only drank enough till her body didn't feel so empty. With a soft cough she gently handed the flask back to him, murmuring her thanks.

Skin became cooler as his hand lifted from her body. Quickly she looked to the healed flesh, Blood was still smeared on her but the wound was gone. For a while she stared at the place where the cut had been, then, noticing her almost bare chest, she quickly reached up desperately grabbing at cloth to cover her tainted red skin from his piercing stare. Now she was sure he hungered for blood. Shifting her gaze she calmly watched his hand open and close, as if from slight discomfort. Carefully she moves across the wall as her back slides on its rough surface away from him. Her long silver tresses fall softly around her face as she leans down slowly to pick up her clothes and blade. She quickly sheathed the sword as she stood up once again. Golden pools never left his form for a moment. She paused slightly before lifting a hand to rub the clothing over her chest, where now whole skin had healed. Strangely, she softly smiled at him while speaking.

"Yes that is much better......... I,....I thank you."

She quickly pulled her regular clothes on from under the large cloak, Not caring that the man was there for he could see nothing under the dark cloak. For a moment she struggled with her waist as she re wrapped the grey and white cloth around her. In a matter of seconds she was swiftly throwing the blood soaked cloth far from her and even farther from Samber. She looked down to tie the blade to her side, her regular crimson tinted cloak was flung on her back and secured with the ties as she looked at him with wondering thoughts. She glanced from his blood stained hand to the man's face, Eyes narrow as she watched him stand as if trying to calmly fight an unknown force. She could see a strange glimmer in his azure orbs. Her vocals were sent forth to him.

"You are not what I expected you to be... Th,.... Samber.... But then again, what is natural in these times?"

Not thinking, she had just about called him a thief again, but caught herself in mid word. Ario looked calmly at the man, knowing full well that the blood seemed to slowly drive him to mad. He craved blood, she only hoped he could control himself or else she would kill him. Or at the very lest die giving him great hell of a battle for trying to bite her. Golden orbs scan his features and frame for a moment as if sizing him up.

She didn't know what this guy wanted, first he tried to kill her and now he seems mad that she won't trust him. She had lifted her arms to put her silver tresses in a bind. A soft frown appeared on her fair face as she looked to his features for a while. Softly she spoke, yet a little strength was behind the words as she stood stiffly.

"We should not be so quick to judge each other and ourselves.. Samber. But I do not trust many,..."

Golden orbs flickered with anger, as she sharply added.

"Over time you learn to make choice's more delicately,.. Or else the'll cut you down!"

She was angry not at him but a memory long past it's prime. She blinked calmly as her eyes came back to his face. Her soft hand quickly grabbed the purse as he flung it through the air. Lowering it while her other hand took only a few coins and put them in her hidden pockets that lay on her sides, she held the still full purse as she moved slightly closer to his form a moment. Her hand moved to grab his larger one as she put the remaining money back in his grasp. She smiled to her self as she though for a moment. Years of life, and here she was wanting to help something that she had hated. But he had healed her, and that alone was something to think kindly on. She smiled softly to him, it was a true smile that lit up her beautiful features. She lifted her hand from his that now held the money she didn't take or want. She suddenly held the blade as she presented the crimson hilt to him.

"This blade is very strong in magic and power,..... Some times I think it has a will of its own. I have lived a long time and still know not of its full potential. It should help with the cravings,. if you hold it long enough."

Again she raised the hilt higher for him to take it. She smirked at him, it should work the sword had not killed him when he had pushed it aside as she held it in her hands. And that had never happened before. It was a blade of killing and life giving. It had chosen life for this man and she wanted to see why.

"You've held it before, but like I said sometimes you feel magic and sometimes you don't."

She was not afraid as she stood in front of him holding the blade. The sword would not kill her and she was strong enough to fight him off if need be. But she did not think of fighting at the moment. Yellow orbs looked softly into his own Azure lanterns, wondering if he would try.

She had felt that they both had judged each other to quickly. She did have good reason though, He was a thief after all, And yet more than that. She calmly looked up to his face. Golden orbs softly scanned his features. She was very placid as she spoke.

"I must agree, time does hold the key to many things."

She softly shrugged noticing his confusion at the money she gave back. Looking rather uncaring to his hand that now held the returned money.

"I have my own honor,..... and reason's."

She had to softly laugh at his statement of it being useless for him to hold the sword in his hands. Still she held the blade with hilt pointed toward him. Watching the frown spread on his face she gave a soft grin, then replied.

"I am not saying take it from me for keeps,... For it was made for my own spirit, and probably could kill those that take it from me,... Slowly driving them mad or just taking there life quickly, I don't know for sure, but either way keeping it for to long from me would not be wise."

She glanced at the blade, its Rainbow colors shimmered under her long fingers. She gave a soft sigh as she shifted her hold on it, her other hand slowly grabbed the red hilt. Still staring at the blade before her she spoke again.

"You'r magic does not need to be strong,.. You don't even need magic in your blood or body for the blade to do its own will."

Still holding the blade she lifted her free hand and laid her delicate fingers on his chest, over his hart. Her palm pressed firmly onto his body, She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt her own strong magic collect to her hand and start to filter slowly, not wanting to cause damage, through his form. Her face seemed to look as if she was searching for something. Her power trickled easily through his every part, Swirling gently through his chest, down his legs, then up to softly touch his dial, slowly she found her answer. Her hand lifted gently from his chest and fell to her side, as she gave a slight nod of agreement. Her Yellow oids blinked open to his face.

"Yes you do have strong magic,... And not trained as you have said.... Pity.... The power of healing is a great thing to hold..... even I do not hold strong healing ability's as you are capable."

She stared silently on his body at the place her hand had been, she had also felt other magic ability's that would be possible for him, if he only would only train the powers would easily grow. She had also felt his thirst driving him slowly crazed, Her face changed to puzzlement as she cooly stood in front of Samber. She felt that the blade would help him with the cravings. Quickly she fliped the sword in her hand and gently grabed the blade, once again allowing him to grab the hilt. Calmly she blinked.

"At least try."

She looked dryly to his face then back to the blade. Her soft lips parted as she placidly spoke.

"You can't take it for you would surly die.... and I don't think that idea pleases you very much..., I just wanted to see something..... don't worry,. I won't let it kill you."

She glanced at the blade noticing that it was slightly glowing purple. Smiling as she watched him scan the blade over. Probably seeing what it is worth. She gave a soft snort in humor at the thought. Cooly she spoke again.

"It was a gift from my father,... formed from his soul. You may think it worth a lot, but to me it is priceless... You would need a willing soul to form a blade like this, for your self."

She gently brushed her fingers over the perfect edge of the blade. She smiled softly as power started to pulse within the sword. She could feel it start to move toward the man's hand that held the hilt. It was a soft current of rippling strength, she watched the energy move in to his hand and slowly ebb up through his chest to spread through out his body. She calmly watched as she new the blade would try something since it hadn't killed him in the first place. She heard his words and simply added.

"If you feel a power that can grow greatly in side you is nothing to be proud of, then you should be ashamed.... I, my self, never believed in a limit of magical growth. I started with only shape shifting and have grown over the centuries to become stronger."

She held the blade so that she could follow the swords power through his body, Brow slightly furrowed in wonder as the magic tried to enclose the hunger that grew inside him. Yet it was difficult, for the man had clearly been born with the hunger inside him. But the blade still pulsed softly through him working to soften the harsh cravings.