Finding strength

[Aleron]

  Aleron had ventured out from the inner city and came upon Fayhal fields, a place of space and openness, here she stood and decided to see what she was made of. She closed her eyes and listened to every noise around her, the heartbeat of people way off in the distance, the pitter patter of small animal feet, the flutter of bird wings, everything she listened to and a smile crossed her lips, she realised humans were missing out on such things, it was beautiful in it's own way to be a vampire which she was slowly beginning to learn.
  She had ups and downs, some days she would hate herself for what she had done to her family, other days she just tried to 'carry on', she was unstable in her behaviour but she was coping the best that she could.

  She opened her eyes and looked down to her bare feet, feeling the grass and seeing every minute detail there. She bent her legs, one slightly in front of the other, and pushed off in a sprint.
  The air around her whizzed by, at first it was all a blur but her eyes soon adjusted and worked as if everything around her was going in slow motion, a wasp passed her by and she turned her head to watch the flap of it's translucent wings.
  A laugh came from her as she found herself enjoying this, running forward she came to a sudden halt but with it left a small crater in the field, that, she didn't mean to do, but when she turned to see the distance she had ran her face could have hit the floor, she had travelled miles in no more than five minuets of running.

  So, she new she was fast and she knew she was strong, but how strong? Aleron looked around but could see nothing but trees. Again she checked to make sure no humans were around before running to the nearest tree, ''Here it goes...'' She said to herself and would have taken a deep breath if she had one to take.
  She bent down slightly and braced herself to fail terribly but she lifted the tree up, roots and all, from the ground with ease and threw it as hard as she could. The tree flew off in the distance and she chased it until it landed with a mini earthquake against the ground a fair distance from where it had grown.
  Aleron laughed once more, finding all of this hard to believe and then she thought about her electorkinesis but was unsure of how exactly she could practice that without drawing any unwanted attention and potentially burning this place to dust.

 

[Cale Stark]

A polar bear in the fields was a strange sight especially this far away from any ice, the heat was making it difficult for him to remain in this form but he traveled faster this way. The sound of crashing caused the head to raise and turn to look towards the source, he had to roll out of the way or be hit with the soaring tree. Shaking himself off and rising to his feet he almost roared angrily but was subdued to silence by the laughter.

Backing back into cover Stark changed back to his human form and pulled on his jeans and a plain black tee, boots and slung his pack over one shoulder, stepping out into the clearing again. It was easier to breath now that he wasn't having heat stroke due to the temperature, how his people ventured out here and survived was beyond him. "If ye need the practice, find an 'rena ta do it in 'nstead of destroyin' the fields an' for'st." Thick of accent he approached the woman who seemed mad with fever of some sort, or maybe the elation had been too much. Either way the smell was wrong, something he had never come across in all of his life with the clan. They were an isolated pack.

[Aleron]

Aleron was startled as another approached, stupidly she hadn't heard him come and she cursed herself for that. She could now hear his heartbeat and her eyes reddened ever so slightly but she remained stock still as she watched him approach.
His words were spoken with an accent she did not recognise but still she could understand as clearly as any other, her brow knitted together, so this kind of scene was of the norm for him? She wondered what he was, if he was human or some other supernatural being she would have never believed to be real a few days ago.

She looked him up and down a moment, he certainly looked human and a nice human at that but still there was something about him she couldn't put her finger on.
She cleared her throat with a gentle cough before nodding to him, ''My apologies, it was a spur of the moment thing. If I had known about these arenas than I would have taken myself there instead.'' She replied in her own thick French accent. She watched him carefully, her reddened eyes never leaving his own, ''Who are you? My name is Aleron.'' She still had some manners since dying and it was only polite to ask and exchange names.

[Cale Stark]

"Suppose yer right, but still ain't an s'cuse. Ye just cost a squirrel its house." He smiled and put his pack down. There was nothing of value in it, if it were stolen its items were easily replaced. He looked the woman over taking in her accent and nodding.

Legends of the pale ones were often told around the campfires, they exhibited unnatural strength and smelled wrong. Perhaps this Aleron was one of them. "Stark. What are ye doin' out 'ere tearin' up the for'st luv?"

[Blades]

Watched from the shadows, a cold smirk crossed the lips hidden well behind the mask. It was not often that there was ones such as the man that came to these places but she knew right away what the woman was by the smell. The man however was another story, pulling out a small twisted blade and played with it between one gloved hand, watching what went on for now. There was little to really do now days aside from watching what others did. Wind starting to pick up around the field yet there was not meant to be any wind according to the weather.

The massive claymore resting hidden mostly by the trench coat as were the rest of the blades, there was a reason the woman held the nickname she did, most never got to know her real name, only a few from her old clan knew it and that was the way she planned to keep it, a light hum of the funeral march seemed to echo around the field now as she watched from the shadows, wondering what the two would do. Nothing of her form showed for now, even the scent was distorted to be all around the field rather then in one set place.

[Aleron]

A small grin crossed her lips, ''Well then, my apologies squirrel and it's a pleasure to meet you Stark.'' She moved away slightly and easily picked up the tree once more, twisted and threw it back from whence it came, it met it's former home and stuck out of it once more as though nothing had ever happened, ''There, good as new. It um... it still had it's roots.'' A smile which exposed her fangs unknowingly to her. ''I am new here and..'' She paused and tilted her head as she thought she could hear another close by, her eyes searched around but to no avail and so she shrugged to herself before continuing on, ''And I was exploring, getting to know the lands. Where are you from? Your accent, I can't place it.''

[Cale Stark]

A new scent hit his nose and his eyes wandered through the plains in search of the source. It was spread out too wide and too thin to locate. He turned his attention back to Aleron, smiline when she tossed the tree back in its place. Hands held out and knees bent he made the motion of rising from a squat and then gently pushed his hands down and out. The roots of the tree groaned and stretched, digging into the soil and taking a fast hold of the earth.

"Squirrel's forgive ye, I think." It wasn't often he found company he liked. Very few and far between were those he wasn't prone to openly ignore. Her question of his origins made him careful, the lass appeared nice but one could never know. "I mean no disrepect lass, le's jus say Oi'm from far ehway, aye?"

[Blades]

"An earth user, how interesting" Standing against a tree, one hand twirling the twisted knife in one gloved hand. "By the accent I would have to say he's a southern man but where is the question" The was a malice yet playful tone to the voice which escaped under the mask, the wind picking up again and settled so the scent was not as wide spread as it had once been, most of the weapons hidden from keen eyes as was most of the figure wearing them.

Turning to look at the woman for a few moments. "I'm guessing a new born but that is not much of a surprise here, you get a lot of them around here, it would be wise to be careful, more so without assistance from your own, I think it better you seek the coven rather then out here in the open but that's just me" Lifted the left shoulder in a shrug. The man was more of a threat then her for now.

[Aleron]

Aleron watched Stark squat, which she found rather amusing until she realised what it was he was doing. She turned back to face the tree with a smile, ''Wow, so you are an elemental?'' She at least knew what that was, she wasn't completely out of the loop, she looked at him with intrigue, he was an interesting one and seemed friendly enough.
''So, anything else you can do, or just the squatting stuff?'' A small curve of her lip, the sight of his exercise still giving her some amusement.
A small nod of acceptance, ''Ok, no disrespect taken. I don't even need to say where I am from, pretty obvious huh?'' A gentle laugh, her accent was an obvious one and not something she could hide.

Her head jolted to the side as she heard some uttered words with her sharp hearing and senses, she found her eyes meet those of a masked figure leant up against a tree, ''There is someone there, watching us.'' She turned to Stark before bolting forward enough for her voice to carry to the stranger, ''Can I help you miss?'' She had sensed someone nearby earlier on and that seemed to be proven now. The woman before her looked like some sort of assassin and Aleron kept her distance but found a small electrical current flick around her hands unknowingly to her.

[Cale Stark]

Chuckling and straightening he shrugged both shoulders. The tree was toored properly now and no one would know someone had done damage to this place. The scent hit him like a ton of bricks again and he looked around. "Ye can tell yer some Frenchy, Aleron. Yer accent gives ye away."

"Jus' the squattin, luv. Like yer tree flingin' technique." Stark stepped out of the way when Alerpn took off like a bat out of hell and he turned to watch, her voice unnecessarily loud. He disn't speak now, having to have to keep up this mind numbing charade of an ignorant southerner. His eyes did roam over the other person's body, summing up weight and possible fighting technique calling for slender bodies along with hidden muscle definition of what could be seen.

[Blades]

"You need not shout, I can hear you from where you were you know" Stepping out behind the woman and looked her over for a few moments before scoffing lightly. "You have some talent it would seem, how interesting" Looking however to the man. "And you must be Cale Stark, how amusing to finally meet the man who pretends to be something he is not, should be careful that does not come to bite you in the ass should you come for what you seek"

Resting both gloved hands within the pockets of the trench coat after sliding the twisted blade back into one of the many sheaths that were hidden, she had heard through the grape vine about the man and where he was from but that was not open to bring it right there and then for now it was a case of listening to the right people speak to know just what other's were thinking. A light hum of the funeral march seemed to echo around them again as she looked between the two carefully, the woman was no threat but the male however was a threat, she knew little of him aside his name and what he was after but as to why was unknown.

[Aleron]

Aleron's eye's remained firmly on the women's beneath her disguise, she did not take too kindly to being looked over and then scoffed at, with a clenched jaw she looked between the women and Squatty trying to figure it all out, pretending to be something he was not? Aleron had no idea who either of these 'people' were but she felt more secure with Stark than she did with this cocky women, her guards went up and she assessed the women's clothing, the subtle bumps and different stitching indicating where her concealed weapons were, and from the look of things she seemed to be pretty kitted up.
Aleron had never liked people to ease drop on anyone and she wondered how long the woman would have stayed hidden if she had not approached her. For now she continued to look between the two and remained quiet to see where this was going.

[Cale Stark]

Stark didn't react much to the cocky attitude of the woman with Aleron, he hated those type of people the most but it never stopped him from being polite. " 'course there's more ta me than meet the eye. Oi've just shown oi'm not yer regular bloke when I moved the tree roots."

He looked to Aleron and winked, bending down to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder, indicating he was done with the conversation and the hostility which he would rather just ignore. It wasn't the first or the last time he'd walk away from a fight. Let them think him a coward, this wasn't the time for bloodshed.

To the bit about his supposed new famous status in regards to the name and being heard about, he made no comment. "Ya goin' to do more remodelin', Aleron?"

[Blades]

Grinned at the woman and removed the mask. "I'm Blades, pleasure to meet you two" She seemed to switch from hostile to not in a blink of an eye, no interest in fighting the man, there was no point or need. Looking to the woman again and grinned. "Sorry if I spooked you, I have a bad habit of seeming a lot hostile then I actually am" Offering out a gloved hand to the woman, she wondered a few things about the man but for now would address the woman since the man seemed to be leaving.

[Aleron]

A small smiled crossed her lips at Stark's little wink, so he was leaving? Aleron didn't mind, she could see the hostility here and she did not want a fight. She felt slightly unsure of this new woman however, and so her guards remained up and she kept a close eye on her.
Aleron chuckled softly and looked around with a shrug, ''No, not today Stark, I've disturbed enough squirrels I think and maybe a few slugs too'' A wink of her own.
She turned to face the woman as she removed her mask, she seemed to have switched rather quickly and Aleron looked at her a moment before responding, ''Aleron.'' Introducing herself with a small nod, ''You did not spook me, I just wondered who you were and why you were spying on us. Nearly everyone is not what they seem.'' A slight curved lip to be polite, ''Those are some nice weapons you have there.'' Aleron was not used to seeing people walking around kitted up like that, back home if someone did they would have quickly been arrested and dealt with but Aleron had come to learn these lands were different, perhaps this woman was an assassin of somesort.
Aleron looked to the skies a moment, the sun would be rising soon and she would have to leave.