May I have some More Please? --[[Rath

[Calintz Meme]

Magic begins with blood.
Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots.
But I have passed the tombs of kings, regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash. My fingertips opening, accepting my time.

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A soft meow was produced between the herd of humans traveling two and fro from square to the business section. Just below the sarcasm and sincerity was an ethereal cat with a glow that was out of this world. Anyone who frequented this area was quite familiar with the cat, after all it belonged to one nameless fortune teller whom was locally called Nekomata for his obvious control over the ghostly feline dubbed Yuri(ghost). For years just a mere mention of the name had cast shivers down the spines of performers and goers alike. It was said that years ago he'd taken over a table in the corner of a late night coffee shop, and once in a while you'd be able to find him there giving predictions so incredibly accurate it was scary. Up to the second as to what would happen to you next, what you should avoid to live a better healthier life. Come to think of it, what better line of work for a Seelie? It was just another way to help people after all. Or at least that was the reason he murmured to himself, today he was out and about. Glamored rather heavily, come to think of it hadn't he met Rein here? It wasn't uncommon to find a wayward Magus wandering about the street performers, it had been so long now he could barely remember exactly what she'd been there for.

Tonight, his glamor consisted of platinum blonde hair with his natural brown in it almost as if dye had spilled across his skull, arranged around his face neatly, well...as neatly as this windswept night would allow. One eye was a vibrant green and the other his normal dazzling blue. There was a black tear drop like tattoo just under his green eye, his skin pale and efflorescent in the moonlight. He was following the glow in his blue eye, the glow of his cats paws. He'd been bored enough to cast the smallest of light spells, he very usually held the cat on his shoulders during predictions it was why the cat made purely out of light magic was so well known. He shuffled his tarot deck idly as he followed the glowing paw prints on the ground and furrowed his brown when it became lost in a waning crowd. The air was charged with carelessly released magic, and there was the acrid scent of smoke in the air. "...Fire?" He'd sent his cat on the hunt for red October...ehem...for magic . For Calintz was not a king when he was in the mortal realm he was merely Calintz, seelie fortune teller that enjoyed the humans playful antics.

But tonight he was searching, the coffee shop had closed, the moonlight above, she beckoned mischief what with her full glow pouring down upon him and he was bored enough to go seeking it rather than allowing it to come upon him. His fingers slid past the chains on his baggy black jeans in to his deep pockets. He pulled out a box of pocky and popped a delicious chocolate cookie stick between his lips and devouring it happily. The next he allowed to dangle between his pale lips while he happily suckled the sweetness from it. His eyes poured over the crowd, the cat would find someone interesting for him to play with. Slowly he traversed the herd following the dim paw prints on the ground, until he came upon the mewing kitten, he watched it quietly, it seemed intertwined in the legs of a young man, this could prove promising, he was already half an hour late to his usually nightly poker game.

But as far as he was concerned he'd found magic, and magic meant fun. He took a moment to stare at the boy, the hood of his vest slowly falling back from his unkempt mane in a rapid gust of wind. He took in the red hair, and crystal clear blue eyes that were obvious in the dark, along with the pale skin and felt his mouth go dry. His pride had made it impossible to give himself to any who could not best him and that had definitely taken its toll on his body, after all he was a man, he had needs. He stared on fondly and chewed his lower lip, he wondered if his eyes gave him off as desperate, but in that moment watching the cat who'd picked quite a fine target. He did not care.

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Word Count: 880
Music: Dancing Beat
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Tag: Rath~