http://onabluemoon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] onabluemoon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-07-21 09:50 pm
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Not in the moon's eye [active]

Character(s): Saïx and NiGHTS
Content: In the dark of the city, something not entirely friendly stirs
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Who can tell, with all the darkness?
Warnings: Potential violence

Ever since the former lord of the castle had been disposed, Saïx had been all but itching for a good fight. A chance to do as he had been born to do. To fight, to hunt, to know the 'joy' that came from tearing down an enemy with his own hands, his own blade. But the fight had been given the Larxene. Fitting, yes, but discomfiting. He could only silence the rage for so long once it had been awoken so thoroughly to the prospect. But he had been forced to, once it had seemed that this fight was not to be his.

Another outlet would need to be found, lest it tear free of its own accord.

The sudden plunging of the city into darkness... well, he could hardly claim to have known it would come, but it was certainly not something he intended to go to waste. Darkness called to darkness. And it would be hard to see just who he was in the darkness. Besides, he didn't need his eyes. His other senses would serve well enough in a time such as this.

Which only served to spur him forward into the darkened streets, yellow eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stalked through the streets, looking for a promising option. He had his intentions. Now he needed just one thing more. Someone to serve as the other half of the equation.
ext_1022502: ({for the sake of achievement})

[identity profile] eternitydreamer.livejournal.com 2009-07-22 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
NiGHTS remained perched on a building, gracefully drawing out the notes that stirred her own heart so. She lifted up into the air while she played, her eyes closed contentedly - or so it seemed. Slitted iridescent eyes watched through lowered eyelids for a sign of anyone interesting - but what was this? A wild-looking man who appeared to be following her song, his eyes as feral as she nearly felt.

The nightmaren lowered to the ground, almost, finishing the song, and lowering her arms - though her instrument always was invisible, its music was easily heard even by mortals. "Hello," NiGHTS greeted the strange man in black, bowing theatrically as usual. "What are you doing out in the dark?"