Thread: Exalted (closed for me and SHARPii)

I watched the dark-clad man move quickly down the alley. From a distance, you wouldnt really notice him if it werent for how rugged up he was under a heavy black trench coat with a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. But even with that rather conspicuous choice of clothing which reminded me of a darker Rorschach more than anything, something about him made your eyes glide away, like your mind wrote him off as just another guy on the street before you even realised he was there. But I knew it was there, knew what to look for. That was how Id found him earlier that night. When Id found out about this little trick of his, I was rather relieved to find out he wasnt just a psychopath. That the eight people hed killed had been for another purpose. After all, no Deathknight would go to the trouble of killing mortals unless they had something to gain out of it and if they were just in it for the slaughter, then others wouldve dealt with him already. I had to take him out. No mortal would be able to stop him and I couldnt stop to call one of the handful of other Exalts I knew of in the city. Mainly because my mobile phone was Elsewhere, along with the rest of my possessions. A city like New York and no-one pays any attention to a lone crow flying overhead, especially at night. I am one of the Lunar Exalted granted divine power by Luna, the Many-Faced Goddess of the moon to take the form of many animals. Personally though, she couldve come up with a better way for us to obtain most of those forms, but such is life. That night, I looked like any ordinary crow. If someone with a particularly strong will saw me and no mortal would be able to do this, mind they would notice a slight deformity in my beak, almost like I had fangs, and my eyes would look more like a cats than a birds. And were I not hiding them with magic, anyone would see a massive series of swirling silver patterns through my feathers covering most of my body. The person I followed was an Abyssal Exalted, also known as a Deathknight a servant of the Underworld who seeks to reduce all of Creation to Oblivion. Like me, he was granted power from a god-like being that pushed him far beyond the capabilities of mere mortals. It explained why the police had had such trouble finding him he probably had all kinds of charms to prevent leaving evidence behind or from anyone hearing what he did to his victims. Each of them had had a part of their body removed while still alive and what was taken seemed totally random a kidney here, an ear there, one had even had his entire spinal column removed. I didnt know what he planned to do with these body parts, but I knew he wasnt just taking them as trophies. That much care in removing the part intact meant he needed them for something. Suddenly, he stopped. A woman was ahead of him, bent over and looking for something. Maybe she had been taking a shortcut through the alley and dropped something. I landed on the lip of one building and shifted back into my human form, my clothes and other possessions returning from Elsewhere. I slowly drew a dagger from my belt, ready to step in if the Abyssal decided to add a ninth to his list of victims.