Salem Ave
Dec 19th, 2002, 02:27:01 PM
Chilly wind whistled its way beneath Salem’s covering cloak, wafting the sliver of cloth into the air. Irritated, he sniffed, and buried his head more firmly against the crook of his elbow. Where he sat, on a rooftop above a checker-board of houses and alleys, he could look down onto scores of streets. With his head buried into his arm, however, he was unlikely to see anything at all. For some time now he’d been only a balled shape against the sky, rocking occasionally as his mind tried to fathom over questions that had been, as of late, perplexing him.
The location of Takai Konrad, Morrigan Van-Derveld, Emily Rochette and numerous other acquaintances he had made within his time at the Sith Empire, was something he couldn’t place. The group all had a single thing in common, and this was their age (each was a young girl). Now it seemed, with this position left vacant, he had little to occupy him. The Krath was in its infancy and therefore seemed to be sporadic in its activity. A number of its members minds will plagued by sophistry, rendering them unappetizing conversation for the vampyre.
The only pair he felt at home with, Cherice and Jeseth, were nowhere to be found.
Salem lifted his head and, through a mesh of black hair, peered down into the street again. It was still empty. It had been like this for almost two hours, silent and without any passers-by. If one didn’t come soon he would have to resort to more rigorous methods of catching his meal, something which – tonight – he was not in the mood for.
Undoubtedly, there would be Sith and Jedi on the prowl under the cover of night. Neither could resist a challenge; the former sought to destroy any and the latter to aid them. With this in mind Salem concluded that he would send out a mental beacon, a trace of weakening Force energy in the lane below him. The pulse would strike the minds of any Force users nearby and, hopefully, lure them here. If not that then some curious fool would subconsciously be drawn to the spot.
In anticipation of this, Salem drove his three-clawed hands into the brickwork over the edge of the rooftop, and began to crawl down the wall like some gigantic cloaked arachnid.
The location of Takai Konrad, Morrigan Van-Derveld, Emily Rochette and numerous other acquaintances he had made within his time at the Sith Empire, was something he couldn’t place. The group all had a single thing in common, and this was their age (each was a young girl). Now it seemed, with this position left vacant, he had little to occupy him. The Krath was in its infancy and therefore seemed to be sporadic in its activity. A number of its members minds will plagued by sophistry, rendering them unappetizing conversation for the vampyre.
The only pair he felt at home with, Cherice and Jeseth, were nowhere to be found.
Salem lifted his head and, through a mesh of black hair, peered down into the street again. It was still empty. It had been like this for almost two hours, silent and without any passers-by. If one didn’t come soon he would have to resort to more rigorous methods of catching his meal, something which – tonight – he was not in the mood for.
Undoubtedly, there would be Sith and Jedi on the prowl under the cover of night. Neither could resist a challenge; the former sought to destroy any and the latter to aid them. With this in mind Salem concluded that he would send out a mental beacon, a trace of weakening Force energy in the lane below him. The pulse would strike the minds of any Force users nearby and, hopefully, lure them here. If not that then some curious fool would subconsciously be drawn to the spot.
In anticipation of this, Salem drove his three-clawed hands into the brickwork over the edge of the rooftop, and began to crawl down the wall like some gigantic cloaked arachnid.