Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue A cant of head and a ceasing of movement relayed to her he was paying attention to what she had to say. So she had formally introduced herself. He was obligated as a gentleman to return the formality, I am Yuri de Elias Schiffer. He listened to her plight and then cast his eyes toward the cowering woman. She was in no mind to be able to travel with them. She was correct in that assumption. Once she finished, he conveyed his decision to her, We can journey together, but my road is a harsh one. I will afford the time in helping your friend. Might a sanitarium be suited to her needs? Once we are there, we shall part. I alone have to travel this road laid before me. He waited for her to hoist her friend to her feet and help her along before they exited out into the rain together. It was then he explained his nature, And also, Liliana, I am a human Methuselah hybrid. I am neither. A mixture of sorts. They walked along the dusty roads. The shops were long closed, so they would have no way to acquire clothing and in honesty's effort, they needn't have loitered at this place. The Militia would be along soon. So they began their journey. They traveled for a full three days before they crossed another city and luckily for them, it had a rather splendid sanitarium. Before that matter could be settled, though, they acquired clothing. He had forgotten, lost in this memory, that not only was it the first time he had met Liliana, but it was when he first purchased the clothing he was currently wearing in the present. Once the clothing had been purchased, his memory continued to unfold with the events that happened at the sanitarium. The three days was filled with idle banter, but no more than twenty sentences had been said between them. Once she checked the woman into the sanitarium, what with it's fields of orcads and beautiful Elmwood trees, they departed for the street. It was there he came to stop before her, casting those sapphire eyes upon her so suddenly. He was studying her expression. It seemed she was pained at the loss of the woman, but even he understood she needed attention Liliana was unfit to give. He twisted the chain absentmindedly, causing the sheath to spin a rotation in direct correlation to his movements. It was time for them to part. His tongue flickered, however briefly, over his dry lips before he spoke, This is where I must go. Thank you for the company Liliana. I hope you find a path of your own to travel without your caravan. Be sure to visit the woman every now and then though. With the index and middle finger of his right hand raised to his forehead, he dropped it in a gesture of meaningless salute and a way of bidding her farewell. He turned on his heel, only to be stopped by her. He craned his neck, looking over his shoulder to seem attentive as he listened. Then he relayed his cause to her, In my misfortune, I happened to convert my sister to the damned. I seek her location. I have this blood to return her, so she can live her human life without this dark gift. I have traveled for seventy-nine years on the whims of drunkards and false information and I will continue until she is found. That is the path these feet travel. It is fraught with little food, no shelter, and danger. I would feel like less of a purposed gentleman, given my previous actions, but one nonetheless, if I extended a hand to someone as fair as yourself on this journey.