Following a Mistress.
Staring off into the night, his eyes changing from a steel gray to a bright yellow the wind drifts back to him the scent of Karuta. Sniffing twice quickly he determines roughly she's been on the road for a few hours now. His usually calm, relaxed face is set in a grim line, his eyes cold as ice. His shirt flutters around him in a gusty windswept night, the cold biting to the bone, but standing against the pillar of the house spire he takes no notice. Walking down the sloped edge of the roof, his feet secure and steady, he stops at the gutter and looks out over the forest canopy, the leaves dappled silver in the moonlight and the trees swaying and sighing in the breeze. Jumping into open space he drew in a breath as the wind fluttered around him, as he neared the ground he rolled and set off running through the woods, his body a blur in the leaves and moonlight. As he raced through the countryside under the starry sky, the moon hanging brightly over head, his ears picked up the faraway sounds of motorcycles. He narrowed his eyes and opened his stride. In half an hour he stopped outside a bar where several bikes were parked. Shifting back to his human form he walked over to the bikes and examined them, finally choosing one to steal for his purposes. Flexing his hand his claws extended from his middle and ring fingers, white daggers flashing in the darkness. Breaking the chain and around the bike he takes a moment and hotwires it. The bike purrs to life and swinging his leg over the side he backs it up to the road. Reaching behind him, he nabs the helmet, fits it over his head, kicks the kickstand up and guns the throttle, sending gravel flying everywhere behind him. Lifting his foot the bike speeds off into the night, just as it's owner runs from the bar, screaming for him to stop. The wind whipped around and past him as he pushed the bike to its max, reaching over 200 over the open road. It was good that the road was empty, anyone who may have used it long asleep. He could see the top of a mountain in the distance. He stopped at a ditch in the side of the road and got off the bike. Taking the helmet off his head he placed it beside the bike and crouched down next to the ditch. He sniffed the ground several times, ascertaining that this was where Karuta, his mistress had indeed slept on her perilous journey to find herself. With a growl he pushed himself to his feet, swung back over the bike, put the helmet back on his head and sped off. Gunning the throttle too hard to fast caused him to wheelie for several hundred yards before the bikes weight forced it back to the pavement. His body and the bike became a blur in the night as he raced towards the mountain, and Karuta. The horizon was slowly turning orange as Alidai roared through the forest surrounding the outlying village. Swerving boulders, trees and other hazards he hung low over the bike to decrease his wind resistance. In the distance he could see the entrance to the village, a great gate of stone, formed in an arch. Topping a small knoll in front of the gate, the bike gets airborne and for a few moments seems to fly. As gravity takes over, the helmet flies off his head, sweat seeming to sparkle in slow motion as it flies off his head. His eyes are set in a single goal, his mouth a grim line. As he flashes by the startled villagers it takes few seconds before they are rocked by the wind that is caused by such speeds. He blasts through the cobbled streets, the bike seeming to lift from the ground and fly. Bleary eyed blacksmiths jump back from the road as he flashes towards them, later claiming a golden eyed demon bared down upon them. His hair flew back from his face, the buttons of his shirt open wide, revealing his toned and muscled chest. He hits the brake and banks the bike into a sharp turn, kicking up dust and gravel. A large black skid mark accented the turn, seeming to make it all the more prounounced against the grey stone. Planting his foot firmly upon the ground and bent down, turning off the engine. Sitting ramrod straight in the bikes seat his hands move towards the helmet, a soft wind, the remnants of the one that had swept through in his wake, lifted his hair as he removed the silver helmet to reveal blood-red hair and cold yellow eyes, eyes that fall upon the one whom he has followed a great distance and finally found.
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