[color=007236][u][h2]Vellion Hurst[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Somewhere in town[/COLOR]
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Vellion once again stood amongst the townsfolk. He was as still as the ice that once sought to encapsulate and trap him. [color=007236][i]Her[/i] magic.[/color] He could still recall her tight grip on his wrists.  He would meet her again. They had unfinished business after all.

On the biting cold breeze the world continued to whirl around him, not waiting for him to catch up. Despite barely feeling the cold he felt frozen in place, in time, in his thoughts, in his purpose.
Distant commotions whispered every which way. Guards were out and about in numbers hindering his every movement. 
He did not hide or sneak about though, while they saw him, none had seen what he had done. Vellion did nothing to seem suspicious or give his blight born nature away.

He took each encounter as they came and did what he must to carry on. This commotion was his own fault after all. Lucky for him most guards seemed ill prepared for such a scenario. The two different sides seemingly having not yet trained together. This left holes and uncertainties that Vellion was all to happy to exploit.

As he had been idle, a foolish guard had approached him. The guards blood sung to Vellion. The deep rhythmic pulsing beat. An ever eager call. It didn't matter that Vellion had eaten already this day, it was more than a hunger, it was an addiction.

This idiot guard before him would never understand that despite the armor he wore and the false sense of authority granted to him, he was nothing more than food in Vellions eyes. A twig Vellion could easily snap should his restraint falter for just a moment.

Vellion's restraint held, as did his patience.  He would see the princess again, there need be no rush. He dealt amicably with the inconvenient guard, behaving as one might expect of him. Listening to his rant and offering expert lies blended with truths in return. 

Vellion did not consider himself a bad man, he had not intended to kill that guard, it was a retaliation, self defence, that's all. But he did find a perverse pleasure in staring this [i]arrogant[/i] guard directly in the eyes and knowing he had no idea that killer stood before him. It brought a crooked grin to his lips.