[Sir_Odin]

Rail looked down at the empty streets. His legs hooked around the railing of one of many tall sky scrappers that occupied this almost abandoned city. Day was just breaking through and he was getting sick to his stomach from how much blood had rushed to his head. Strange though he hand been hanging there for three days now without even a flinch of a brow. Normally what would take an hour for fleshbags took him what seemed like centuries.
Scoffing at himself for such slander he let his legs slip from their secure resting area. After all he was more like the humans then his cousin the vampire. How he detested those vile blood savages that couldn't control their urge even if they were promise an unending supply of blood if only they would not drink fora night or two.
The fall had taken four seconds exactly and even in thought his body had twisted and turned much like a cats to only result in a light landing on the streets that just moments ago looked like a pencil drawn line.
Dusting himself off his pushed his gloved hands into his pockets and began his short walk to the abandoned rundown and crumbled in that he once called his place of zen.
Oh yes such memories of the the good times there. That was before the great unmentionable act that seemed to tear the world to sunders. Taking the first step onto the ruble his ears rang of the past women voices the most good time indeed.
He couldn't help but sigh and brush away useless haunting in which were the past.
Sitting he closed his eyes just for a moment to be reminded if what he truly was. His victim's screams made his eyes flash open. A doctor his profession may have been his late master had used his talents other wise. There was no rest for the weary here none so ever he even would snap at times waking from the blackness his hands and face covered in blood. Mentally unstable was an understatement he was no better then the cut throats and vile Things that now roamed this world.Yet he would do his best to help that was if he didn't arrive too late. He sighed exhaling a held breath that he didn't even know he been keeping.

"Tragedy is wasted in such a complicated mind, a solution to this problem lay deep with in but to only be guarded by the menace trap in which is its own doing."

Pulling out a death stick, such a disgusting habit in which the humans had invented and yet so relieving at times. As he gently put it to his lips, he inhaled. the cigarette seemingly to light on its own he took a deep intake of its sweet nectar.

"MMM."

Now only if there were a companion or two he could talk with. He once had such a thing but neither here or there could they take the sudden snap of his bran to only meet the brutal ends and his sadden gaze. Sitting back slightly he balance perfectly enjoying the momentary silence as it was.