Rock n Scissors
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Synahgogue
Synahgogue watched the woman for the next hour, her strength grew by the minute. In a bold moment, the young lady approached the edge of the building, and he knew precisely the nature of thoughts she was entertaining. Still unsure of herself, she turned in his direction and inquired about the gift of flight.
Can I fly…?
Walking over to her side, Synahgogue peered down to the street below. He beamed confidence and power, the slight grin he wore was telling.
Certain death if she cannot make it
His eyes met hers in a brief, but intense moment, and he quickly took hold of her hand. Leaping from the edge, the two began to plummet towards certain death below. The moment drew a brief scream from the woman, but her loss of breath quickly took over.
Seconds later the free fall began to subside and their motion became controlled. In a harrowing moment, the two embraced souls pulled from the dive and began swooping parallel to the street, scanning the shadows of the city streets below. By this time of night, the hunting was one of limited opportunity and with the sun rising in less than two hours, their window of time was minimal.
She looked beautiful crusading next to him, the strong winds scattering her hair about. Synahgogue felt a warm rush pulsating throughout his veins, the thought of the kill looming strongly in his desires. His black cloak whipped in the wind, the two scanning street to street.
After several minutes, they came to rest on the hard cobblestone of a back alley. Nearly pitch dark to the mortal, Synahgogue smiled as he watched the woman coming to terms with her new found night vision. She looked like a baby that discovered their fingers for the first time.
He could tell his young apprentice was still weak, the brief flight taking its toll on her still feeble body. With the only sign of life being a few infected rats scurrying about, he commanded her in a sincere voice, "You are weak and must feed now."
Reaching up, he slid the black cloak away from his neck, exposing a region laced with scar tissue and wound marks. Turning his head away from her, he offered his venom for her taking.
Synahgogue watched the woman for the next hour, her strength grew by the minute. In a bold moment, the young lady approached the edge of the building, and he knew precisely the nature of thoughts she was entertaining. Still unsure of herself, she turned in his direction and inquired about the gift of flight.
Can I fly…?
Walking over to her side, Synahgogue peered down to the street below. He beamed confidence and power, the slight grin he wore was telling.
Certain death if she cannot make it
His eyes met hers in a brief, but intense moment, and he quickly took hold of her hand. Leaping from the edge, the two began to plummet towards certain death below. The moment drew a brief scream from the woman, but her loss of breath quickly took over.
Seconds later the free fall began to subside and their motion became controlled. In a harrowing moment, the two embraced souls pulled from the dive and began swooping parallel to the street, scanning the shadows of the city streets below. By this time of night, the hunting was one of limited opportunity and with the sun rising in less than two hours, their window of time was minimal.
She looked beautiful crusading next to him, the strong winds scattering her hair about. Synahgogue felt a warm rush pulsating throughout his veins, the thought of the kill looming strongly in his desires. His black cloak whipped in the wind, the two scanning street to street.
After several minutes, they came to rest on the hard cobblestone of a back alley. Nearly pitch dark to the mortal, Synahgogue smiled as he watched the woman coming to terms with her new found night vision. She looked like a baby that discovered their fingers for the first time.
He could tell his young apprentice was still weak, the brief flight taking its toll on her still feeble body. With the only sign of life being a few infected rats scurrying about, he commanded her in a sincere voice, "You are weak and must feed now."
Reaching up, he slid the black cloak away from his neck, exposing a region laced with scar tissue and wound marks. Turning his head away from her, he offered his venom for her taking.
