[center][H2]Morgan Thrainsson[/h2][/center]
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[i]'Demonspawn?'[/i] Morgan's surprise would cause his physique to stiffen suddenly, his lazy gaze transformed into a fully aware, wide eyed set of crimson eyes. The sniffer had only experienced such an encounter once. The details in the entire even were hazy at best, but the moment he touched the tormented soul, Morgan knew that the experience would forever be solidified in his mind. 

The apparently crippled demonspawn, with all of his raking of his leg and the aura of pure evil, was something Morgan would expect. This soul in front of him was similar to past experience. However, the vampire couldn't help be disturbed, tingling shivers going up and down his spine as the deo'iel limped over to the ragtag group. [i]'Gaze too long into the abyss...'[/i] However, the balanced soul... Morgan wasn't sure what to make of it. [i]'How does one even balance two souls in one vessel? Each face is so perfectly aligned...Perhaps an agreement was made?'[/i] In all honesty, the Thrainsson's knowledge of demonspawn was limited, and this was a gracious estimate. The only real knowledge he had managed to gather over the years was rumors from his handlers. The soldiers that surrounded them late in the night, when the fire's embers glowed low, spoke the horrors of this world, including the "truth" about demonspawn. It was hard to determine what was real, and what was not.
Regardless whether or not half of the things that were said by the superstitious and fearful, Morgan had witnessed one undeniable. The binding or housing of such a soul - it was unnatural. At this observation, Morgan would snort gently. [i]'A vampire claiming something as 'unnatural...' The irony.'[/i]

The sway they had over the present crowding patrons was impressive. It was if these two individuals were gods walking through a raging river, dry land appearing with every step through the once raging waters. It only added to the tension rising in the vampire when they stopped a few feet in front of him, inquiring if they could a moment of their time. Morgan could feel a disturbance of his own soul, the inner vampire viciously to violently make its opinions known:

[i]'What power do they think they posess, demanding questions of us?!'
'Trying to prove authority of us!'
'Let's go hound!'
'The law has no hold over us!'
'Cursed hound! You think this is acceptable?!'
'Their god thinks he has say over us?!'[/i]

Morgan would exhale, long and smoothly. He had already lost control once today, and here would not be the place or the people to do so. His inner demon's vengence would have to wait. For now, his attentive gaze continued to fall, seperately and in a seeking manner. Hopefully, by doing so, he would be able to sense anything... bad coming. [i]'Though with such a pair of tormented souls... it may be too late before I can see anything anyway...[/i]

[i]'...The abyss starts looking back at you.'[/i]