Where Silent Gods Stand Guard.

[jasontempest]

[glow=red,20,300]Sitting peacefully Fireglow to a small swig of the bottle of beer that lay in his hand. Turning and resting his back on the bar he watched over the other patrons of the smal ltavern. Mostly regulars that had been coming since they were old enough to drink, and some longer than that. Finishing off the bottle he bought another and paid for his tab and left to go and stroll through the town. FOr not much scared Fire. Even though in this wretched place even Silent Gods stood guard over those in need.[/glow]


((Sorry for the shortness,))

[Mama Z]

"Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man is made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong"

The city was more polluted then he remembered. Even more crowded with people, cars,
buildings and above all garbage. Garbage from both those damn cars and the people
that walked along, carelessly throwing their trash where ever they pleased. Bums seemed
to be every where. Meh, no biggie, just more easy meals. Speaking of easy meals, everyone
here seemed to be on the plump side. Now was the time of day when you could tell the rich from the downright poor. City of dreams, more like a vampires paradise, a humans nightmare.

"You loud sixteen tons,
what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me
Cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store"

He moved with ease through the people. Not caring if he bumped into a little old lady here
or a fat man there, he just kept on truckin, singing his song outloud. He didnt care about the
odd stares he got from the turkeys. They wouldnt remember him in a day anyways, unless they were unfortunite meal of his, then they wouldnt have to worry about anything. He had to smirk lightly as he barged through the middle of a teenage, goth make out. They cursed and a few threatened but the thin 25 year old just laughed yelling, 'Watch out she might bite!' As he rounded the corner.

Zilon was a solid 6'1, had been for at least a couple hundered years. His form was thin, and muscles stuck out nicely beneath the rather tight black teeshirt. The teeshirt was tucked neatly into a pair of black jeans. Several belts adorned his hips, one fitting snuggly and a few rested down lower, yes it gave his hips a rather female look but it was a look he had had for years. Underneath the jeans a rather chunky pair of boots rested, mud of some sort caking them like the leather itself. His hair was cut short, something he had recived from a slayer, (It was litterally a close cut!). Covering a tattoo that rested on his left palm was a pair of fingerless, leather and you guessed it, black gloves.

"I was born one mornin' when the sun wouldn't shine
I picked up my shovel and walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tonesof number nine coal
And my start boss said well son bless my soul'

But what made this rather goth looking man different from the rest was the naturally red eyes that rested in his skull and the seeming long set of fangs that popped out every now and again as he sang. Zilon was no longer of living, but not yet was he with the dead. He was a night walker, a vampire. For at least a year he had disappeared from the city, no longer finding its smogy apperence apeasing. But now he was back for a short while, just to take care of a few.....well few slayers.

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[jasontempest]

[glow=red,20,300]Fireglow wow simple clothes, A black hoody, losta holes and red paint splotches. Sleeves rolled to the elbow and spiked braclets and studded ones up to about an inch below the elbow. Arms crossed over the chest. A three row studded belt adorned his wasit and held his rather loss pants up. He was a white tiger anthro long black hair about to sholder blade Laid messy and unkempt. His bangs rested over his eyes, but you can see a little bit of his green eyes. He has his lip peirced and his ears 3 or four times 1 loop on each, small and then studs. A small goatee lay on his chin but it was more of a soul patch. Multiple chains on the black jeans that covered his legs except for thew knees which had holes in them. A spiked choker lay on his neck and served a symbol that he had once been a slave. Black boots Protected his feet from the poorly made and well traversed road. A black mask that whits out the eyes so you don see anything, then a smirk with on fang showing. On top of his head lay a black fedora, but a rather large one such as the one Indiana Jone's wore. And yes Black fingerless gloves.
Seeing a man approaching him he smirked and shifted little to trip the man as he walked by.[/glow]

[jasontempest]

"Oh so he's your god, why cna't he be mine?" he said cockily. He was always cocky and sarcastic. "Anyway, I cna't let yah up here unless you got permisson from the boss." he said and stood gaurd infront of a hallway with a series of rooms.

[jasontempest]

[glow=red,20,300]"Well for one state your eh business," he said and almost smiled at her pathetic attempts to sway him. He however let a smirk out as he removed her hand. "Cause yah see, no one gets by me, not no way no how."[/glow]

[jasontempest]

"Really now, that's a shame, cause I really didn't want you to miss out." he said and took off his hoodie showing off his toned chest and abs as he pushed by to walk to his room.