Two Halves of Darkness (Yoru/Cravek)

[Anelir]

Yoru stared out through the large window of his office, drink in hand as the sky darkened. His expression remained stoic, as it always did when he was at work or near others. Though he looked the same as always on the outside, inside he was tired. He was tired of running his father's business with no reason, it wasn't like he needed any more money, tired of being alone day in and day out. He wanted someone he just wasn't sure what to do. He didn't like people. They simply annoyed him. The Zercan shuddered as he remembered the many men who had flirted with him, touching him as if they were familiar with him, as if he actually cared about them. They always thought that he was going to just up and fall for them one day and start handing out his money to them, or mate them and give them the heir to his father's company, though it was pretty much his company by now.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, the rest being held back by a crimson ribbon at the nape of his neck, falling to the middle of his back.
Yoru sipped the amber liquid as his burnt orange eyes surveyed the sky, scowling at the thought of having to go home, once again, alone.

[serkal]

Cravek punched his alarm off, it was the second sundown he had ever known. sitting up he glanced at the floor, another small creatures blood stained the wood. He had food, fights, but no mate. That one fact killed him on the inside, that was all he wanted. Looking in a mirror, he gave his teeth a quick file, and grabbed a basket of black wrappings. the on thing he learned was 'only your mate can see your face'. His father wanted to eat him, and his other parent never wanted him.

Pushing his hair back into a ponytail, Cravek wrapped his body tightly with the cloth hopefully he could catch someone's eye tonight.

[Anelir]

The glass clinked as he set it down. Slipping into his floor length trench coat, he locked up the office as he left, shoving his hand in his pocket. He contemplated going home before stopping in front of a club. It was one he had recently been going to, sitting in a dark corner, having a few drinks. He didn't know why he was doing it. he hated people, but it was just numbing enough to keep him from feeling the loneliness of being home by himself.

Yoru smirked, he couldn't get drunk if he tried, but it had never stopped him before. He wandered in, the sound of music assaulting his senses. The Zercan found his table in the corner, waving off the waiter, he wasn't hungry so he just ordered a glass of rum as he sat back.

[serkal]

His window squeaked open, as he stepped onto the fire escape. stopping at a small club, he entered in hopes of someone's eye and not their fist. walking into the loud room, he immediately spotted a person in the corner. slowly he walked over to a close table, and sat down before ordering a small meal. He kept glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye, and loosened the wrappings at his mouth.

Cravek looked at the table and toyed with his flatware, the knife in particular. The half-breed sighed, the knife was dull, useless to him and his needs.

[Anelir]

He had nearly been there a half and hour, downing his drink, the Zercan wondered if he should leave. The atmosphere was different tonight, it wasn't working for him like it usually did.

Yoru was just about to get up when he noticed a figure sit in the table near his own, intriuged(><) as he watched the black wrappings being removed just enough for the other's mouth. He imedieatly sensed the other was not Zercan, one of his many oddities. Seeing the other finger the knife (XD why does that sound dirty), he huffed out a breath. 'What the hell. I might as well. It isn't like things are going to get better otherwise.' He thought before getting up and moving to the other's table, pulling out a chair close enough to not make anyone uncomfortable but not far enough to make the other feel as if he thought badly of him.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked stoicly.

[serkal]

He looked up, and dropped the knife, "N-no, it's not taken." He rasped in his two tone voice.

Cravek was torn between attacking the Zercan, and mating him right here in the club. he gulped as the waiter returned with his order. He immediately chewed on the nearest thing with a bone, his nervous habit. "Can I um, help you mister...?" He bit straight through the bone and moved to the next piece of food.

[Anelir]

Yoru sat down with a bow of his head, eyebrow raised as the other bit through a bone. 'Why is he so nervous?' He wondered, mentally frowning at the odd tugging feeling he suddenly got. He was somehow drawn to the other.

The Zercan/Vampyre/Human (XD) attempted a smile, though it came out as more of a slight smirk. Zerca, he couldn't remember the last time he had actually smiled.
Shaking his head he ordered another rum. "No, I just figured you might be able to keep me company for a bit? I hope I am not disturbing you." He bit back a growl as he felt his beast leap toward the man. Yoru took a sip of his drink, rubbing slightly at his chest.


(I need to know his eye color XD )

[serkal]

He swallowed the bone dust in his mouth, "No it's fine, there are more disturbing things on my home planet." The Jeskaran licked his teeth clean, feeling an odd tooth he groaned, more filing. Picking up the knife he rubbed it against the tooth, trying to grind it smooth again.

As his Deamone side pulled, making him bite into the knife causing it to bend. 'Why the hell did it make that happen!?'

{his eyes are black}

[Anelir]

He smirked at the answer.
"I shall take that as a compliment then." He chuckled at the slightly surprised expression the other gave as the knife bent in his mouth.
"I am Yoru." He stopped short of giving his last name, not wanting the other to treat him like everyone else does when they learn who he is. "Might I know your name?" The Zercan could feel the warmth of the rum, knowing he would feel nothing more than that from the drink.

He leaned toward the other unconciously. 'Shit. What is this feeling.' He wondered.

[serkal]

He yanked the knife out of his mouth, "Name's Cravek Varlen."

setting the utensil down he readjusted the wrappings, Um how do I put this..." He looked at Yoru, "I just landed planet side yesterday, and I've been kinda lost." he stopped dead, 'Why did I say that, I have an excellent sense of direction.'

[Anelir]

Yoru tilted his head. "Oh? Is there somewhere you need to be? Or is it a tour you need? I could be of assistance to you either way if you wish."He offered, mentally smacking himself.
'Oh very good, offer to walk around outside and be surrounded by people. Yes, very good Yoru.' He thought before looking back to the other, eyes trailing across the small amount of skin visable. Well, I suppose it won't be so bad...if it's with him.

[serkal]

The Jeskaran pulled his wrappings tight, "A tour would be nice... there is so many people and so little darkness." he mumbled, freezing instantly he kicked himself. 'Now he'll think I'm a total freak!' Cravek could hear his inner Deamone laughing in the back of his mind.

[Anelir]

"Yes, I know the feeling." He stopped himself before going further. 'Well, he seems to be a good company. Maybe giving a tour wouldn't be so bad.' Holding back a growl, he never told anyone about him, he just didn't.
"Hmm, I can't say about finding darkness during the day, but I could always show you around the sea. There are not very many people around there and plenty of trees. There are spots that the sun does not reach." Yoru thought of the spots he would hide away at when people just bothered him too much.

[serkal]

"Um, excuse me for asking, but what's a sea?" he asked, Jeskara had no such features. On Zerca there was no hunting for a meal, no fighting to live another day, and no eternal night.

'Someone wants my company, after seeing me eat...' He felt something he hadn't felt since his youth, giddiness, true giddiness.

[Anelir]

Yoru quirked a black brow, a small smile at the innocent question. The other looked much like a child asking a question about something truly unknown.
'Ah, so I am right. He really must be from Jeskara.'
"The sea is a very large body of water." He spoke, making sure his tone was not mocking. "They say that Zerca has the most beautiful, deep blue water there is. Even I have to admit that it's quite impressive."

The Zercan shifted in his seat a bit, taking a sip of his drink to keep his hands occupied. He so very much wanted to touch the other and the impulse was very foreign to him.