Better Stay Inside [Open]

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Open![/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]three-three-zero[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]First post with Matt 8'D[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Thunder was a beautiful noise, that was the first thought that flashed through the horse-turned man's head. His hooves hitting the pavement when he easily trotted down the street and creating a rhythm that was soothing to his own ears. His head moving from one side to another, red eyes glowing distinctively at the lack of light. He had roamed around an entire day in this shape, managing to hide himself pretty well. It was almost amusing how many people missed an enormous horse on the streets. The night only made it easier for him, especially when the storm started rolling in and darken the sky with ominous looking clouds. He had arrived in this place because humans often came here, but it seemed that most had closed early and most stayed inside. He almost couldn't blame them as the weather only seemed to worsen. The sky finally broke open and rain poured down hard, drenching the corpse-like beast in seconds and making his dark color even darker. The lightning that started flashing was the only way of seeing that he was there. He saw a woman staring dazedly at him and with a mental laugh, stormed forward toward her. He stopped just before her and reared up, shrieking and clawing at her, making sure not to touch her... yet. She ran away, screaming louder and Matt wasn't the type to simply let someone get away and followed her. His enormous size managing to reach its limit in a short time and easily passing her. She turned away from him, nearly slipping into the rain and screamed, he shrieked back, actually laughing out loud as he shook his mane. She fell to the ground then and he approached her, dish-sized hooves nearly stepping on her, before his attention was called away by a movement. He snorted underneath his breath, the girl took the chance to get away from him and he looked after her, annoyed, but didn't pursue her anymore.[/style]
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[razor]

Target: Matthieu Ghautier
Mission: Intelligence Gathering

lightning streaked across the sky as razor leapt to the next building. it had long been since this nightly activity became a chore. he enjoyed the lightning because it hid him, yet revealed him. when it struck, razor was seen for only an instant. and in that instant, any who saw him had to second guess themselves. was he really there? was he flying? who was he? razor had always loved those heroes in movies that did their work in cover of night. it made him like what he did was super cool, as today's generation might say. but for now his mission took precedence. he was to assess the strength of the mutant below him. razor leapt to another building as he watched the overgrown horse chase down a woman.

would he save her? should he save her? probably not. it was too soon to reveal himself. he had to watch. he had to observe. the woman screamed in fear and ran for her life. razor jumped across another building and landed gracefully. she stumbled and fell to the ground as the horse bore down upon her. he wondered... did the subject become just a mindless beast with nothing but instincts? it was worth observing. he jumped over the side of building into an alley between two. there he kicked off the side of the building and pushed himself towards the other. he continued the motion back and forth until he reached the ground. not many in the clan had learned the trick, and even fewer had mastered it.

razor landed in the alleyway almost in plain view to the mutant. it glanced over at him. he could tell, as its prey (did the horse even want to eat it) got away. razor smiled. the strength of an overgrown horse versus a normal man's? no he would not win this fight. attacking head on was almost suicide. but still razor unsheathed edge and was ready and waiting. "let's have a chase you and I," razor whispered under his breath. he smacked edge against the wall next to him letting a loud ring. thunder came immediately after. razor ran around the corner out into the street and ran down the path the horse had come.

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Razor![/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]three-eight-nine[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Fun times noaw? Oh yes >3 Matt will be torn between feeling amused and annoyed.[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]It could be considered luck, or a miracle that the monster hadn't noticed his follower yet, although seeing that he was preoccupied with doing his own thing, it was no surprise really and the other was good too. The rain and thunder helped as well, it dimmed most sounds. Except for his own, they only seemed to get louder as more weight pushed everything aside. He wasn't exactly subtle either about his noise. It was arrogance born of total freedom. He didn't have to look at everyone, could do whatever he wished and made everyone stand on their tip-toes at the same time. That was something he took a delight in, after what they had done to him. Also the darkness didn't bother him that much, he actually preferred to pierce the darkness than to witness light. His eyes where rather sensitive to it and bright lights where enough to blind the creature who currently kept standing in the pounding rain. He wondered what he would chase, the helpless woman or the one who had issued the challenge to him. The woman would be far easier, of course, but prove no challenge. His hooves shifted lightly and he lowered his head, shaking his mane again and snorting. The man maybe didn't count upon the fact that he knew these surroundings very well, like the back of his own hand really. He shrieked his defiance again and then galloped after the woman. His head lowered and ears placed flat against his skull. He bowled her over and felt the colors above her head flash a fiery red and then become black. He didn't stop at that and continued his way and sailed over a hindrance and stood in the streets where his challenger had disappeared in. He shrieked once more and trotted forward, head swiveling every side once more and tail raised high. He was a proud creature. If he had been normal, he would've been called beautiful. He was rotting though and kept striking fear in every heart apart for those who had hardened themselves. He could've changed himself into a human, but that would make him known to everyone and then his alibi would've been gone. It was something he couldn't allow. His hoof stomped the ground, challenging the hunter in turn. Come face me if you dare![/style]
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[razor]

Intelligence: 8

razor knew the goading had worked when he heard the shrill cry of the animal behind him. did it scare him? no. fear was not something razor was capable of anymore. he had been afraid during his training. he had been afraid for the people he knew and loved. he was even afraid of the clanmaster, who did not allow failure from razor. failure meant death. death did not fear him. but the work left unfinished did. edge was drawn and as he turned to go into a fighting stance he realized that the horse had stopped moving. razor squinted towards the figure and lightning streaked the sky again. the horse went up on its hind legs and clapped its feet to the ground.

"you challenge me? interesting..." razor lifted his blade and water streamed down its glossy metal exterior. he grinned and decided that the combat data could be gathered now. he swung the sword around so that he held the sword pointed down and walked. he lifted it so that it was perpendicular to his back and then ran. he had no great strength. he had no fire. he couldn't make things that had never existed in the first place. he was no mutagenic monster with abilities far beyond a normal human being.

but he did have his training. 'darkness... hide me.' when he was mere feet from the horse lightning struck. he had been timing the storms progression... and the pattern was perfect. odd? no, many storms had a pattern to them. one just had to listen to it. and as he did he made sure that it looked like he was taking a leap to get over the massive horse or to strike at it from the air. as the light faded razor slid. the street was wet enough to make it happen especially in his clothes. as he slid, he made no notion to strike. he simply went under the massive beast. he then rolled over as he was under his target and touched the horse's side.

"tag." yes. tag. as in the childish fun game. he smiled and took off once more ducking into an alleyway.

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Razor.[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]four-five-zero[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Silly Matthieu.[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]It kept walking through the streets, finally finding his prey in the dim light that managed to squirm its way through and stopping in his path, head once more being shaken to dispel the heavy water from his fur. He snorted and pawed at the ground yet again in an effort to intimidate the man, ready to charge again and end this person's life, looking at the time ticking down over his head. It was interesting to say the least and Matt gave up after a while and instead focused on the man himself and not on the numbers above. Matt would feel indifferent underneath it, although there was also the feeling of gladness. It would mean that there was a human less on this forsaken place. He couldn't hope for anything better, really. His head followed the man when he slipped between his legs, already raising hooves in an effort to hit him and crush his body. He felt something light touch his side however and before he could think, his rear legs jumped up and kicked behind him in an effort to get rid of the touch. He hadn't hit anything though, but he felt that some of his flesh fell on the ground with a wet splash where he presumed the weapon had touched him, dissolving in a matter of seconds. He snorted again and then trotted through the alleyways and toward the main street. The beast still had his human mind, but it was more simple, complex thoughts sometimes where made easier. While other thoughts simply couldn't cross his mind at all. It was something that he liked, if he had to be honest with himself. He couldn't focus entirely on the overwhelming hate that he felt. Things like hunger and thirst seemed to fall away and this body was easier to move around in, simply because he liked spending more time in it than he did in his human shape. He felt the buildings fall away and he was in the open again and the rain eased some at the same time. A thing that he somehow mourned, it had been nice to feel it fall on his body. Although the open wounds did hurt a little at the soft falling pressure on them. It was once more arrogance that spoke when he moved through the street. His head once more raised and searching for something to do. He had been tempted to steal for a while and this seemed like an most excellent chance. He wouldn't hide himself any way, wouldn't play this childish game. He had more interesting things to do than to do that. At least that was what he told himself. [/style]
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