Bebo

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	The stars shown down brightly as if made of pure honey sweets. The kind which is refined and turned into pure white grains. The moonlight only enhances the mood of playfulness and joy of the moment. In the Crown City of the distant world known as Quadstar, the light is giving it a magical glow. On the dark street far below the royal palace, it is far from being enchanted. Here the games are more ruthless and far more deadly. When the night comes, there are those who like to play different kinds of games then those found on any child’s playground. Tonight is no exception. As the moonlight slowly passes over the ground and through the Community Plaza, a little of it lights falls upon a being standing alone, bidding his time as if waiting. He slowly turns his head around and the moonlight catches his face. Then there is flash from his dark eyes. The thick spiky pitch black hair which covered them could have easily kept out the light, or did it? Maybe the light came from within not from without? But either way, his eyes could light up the entire night. The faint light of the moon reveals the badly burned skin or was this all a part of the illusion too. "What a bright night, " he said to himself. "It is going to be tough on the thieving guilds...but it could be good for business." He shifted on anxious heels as he turned his face towards the moonlight again. His eyes flashed as if daring it to come any closer. The moonlight heeded the warning and slowly started to pass on by. J’ar pulled his blacked cloak up and around him even tighter as something catches his eye. He watched the darken street. The only light was coming from inside the drinking establishment he was waiting in front of. His attention was then drawn to the large painting on the side of the building. The paint of the picture was peeling and the image was starting to fade, but not without a fight. It was of a dragon. Contorted and deformed as if it was in pain or being mutated by some unseen force. It even looked crazed, but it looked alive and in much pain. He remembered this painting, it was what drew him to this bar. It was one of the factors which caused him to want to buy it in the first place. "Ah...a good coat a paint and you will be good as new, my pet," he sang softly to himself. He reached up with a burnt hand and petted the hard brick wall. Several large flakes of paint fell off exposing the fact it has been painted several time over. He smiled, this was his and nobody could take it way from him, or at least he would like to see someone try. A noise came from the street behind him and he quickly turned around. He looked up the street again and this time there was someone there. It was a person and they were making no effort in concealing their approach. J’ar decided to move away into the shadows, this may not be who he is waiting for. He pulled himself into a darken corner of the street and away from the light of his precious bar. For some reason he started to laugh. He was hiding in plain sight, not one of his better choices. Due to the circumstances, he believed he could get away with it. His dark clothes and hair, it would give him such an edge. He watched from the shadows as a handsome young man approached the doors and then hesitated. He was dressed all in finery and seemed to be shy about going in. His attention was drawn to the faded painting as if transfixed by it. It was time to teach this young warrior a lesson. J’ar knew from experience you do not turn your back on the street around here. It was a good way to lose more then your life. “Are you going in or are you going to stand here blocking the door,” he asked with a wicked cheery voice. The pampered young man turned around so fast his feet could not follow. He caught himself before he hit the ground. The fear in his eyes was all J’ar needed see. Maybe from now on, you will think twice about turning his back to the shadows, he thought to himself as he looked at the young man frozen in his own fear. Poor pup, you may never come here again. What a shame.
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