Dark Empire [Closed (Morion, Swan, Carbide and Mr O.)] Jun 7, 2016 21:04:09 GMT
Post by Morion on Jun 7, 2016 21:04:09 GMT
Dressed in night
The Smoky Quartz stalked his prey in the form of a the big, black (alien) feline ( closer to a Thanator than an Earth panther, but close enough) ; hindig in the shadows, leaped from tree to tree, runing on all six
When the Assassin reached the City, his strong paws, sharp claws helped him on his way
Monstorous from climbed on the side of the buildings, warped in smoke and darkness, shadows and silence
Silver eyes watched the streets from time to time, while Morion rested on a roof, or a balcony, or simply diging his claws deep in the glass and steel, on the side of a building
After a few puwerfull jumps the Smoky Quartz perched like a gargoyle on the top of a roof, watched the streets below
...and among them, his prey
The Assassin stalked the other Gem, relentless hunter, remorsless killer
A Rebel, a so called Crystal Gem
Light green skintone, greenish-yellow hoodie; the nervous "girl" tried to blend in, hide among the humans
But Morion was a skilled inflitrator, experienced ''Eye", the Gem couldn't hide from him
He pursued the Gem, diverting him from the humans
Dark streets, shadowy alleys, it was the predator's home turf
Finally, at the docks, the little green Gem was alone
She thought, she was safe now, looked around nervously, but saw nothing
Just the empty pier... The Crystal Gem backed into the shadow of a large ship with a relieved sigh...
...and bumped into the Smoky Quartz's humanoid form; cloaked, hooded humanoid, with long grey hair and silver eyes, in a mask; dressed in black, with his gem, a dark smoky quartz, a Morion in the middle of his chest
Without any diamond insignia
She swallowed, afraid to look back... but could se the creeping smoke around them in the darkness
The Gem's voice was frightened, barely a whisper, closed her eyes, tears ran down on her cheeks
"I... I just..."
The Smoky Quartz gently put a hand over her mouth... his scimitar appeared in his other hand...
There was just a little sound...
A swift stab from behind, then the Crystal Gem poofed
Morion grabbed the falling little green gemstone, holding it in his hand... even his gloved hand resembled a bit a claved paw; liquid light dripping from the blade in his other hand
He examined the Gem
Should he bubble it?
..or crush it, closing his fist?