The mere watching of these beings made Fable sick. Not only did no one seem to meet her high expectations, but she could tell at a glance most were cowards. There was a human that had showed some potential, however, she quickly dismissed him from her ranks. She only saw death in him, not a fighting chance in the world. Her hand clenched finding the struggle to find someone to be somewhat of a task. She began to believe that the island town of Icarus would have nothing to offer her. She shook her head, upset with her dismal results. A breeze rolled in from the harbor, and the smell of salt water came with. Her hair slightly gave way at the push of the wind, and Fable looked up feeling something in the breeze.<br/><br/>"A beautiful day miss," Chimed in a voice, "Is it not?"<br/>Fable looked over to see a human sitting down beside her, looking over at her as he did so. Fable averted her gaze back to her search.<br/>"Beautiful than most I suppose." She huffed back.<br/>She saw him smile out of the corner of her eye, "You have a familiarity about you," he replied, "have we met?"<br/>Fable got up not wanting to be near this man anymore, finding that he was making her uncomfortable, "If we have I doubt it was anything memorable. Goodbye." She began to walk off, but he had placed his hand around her wrist. Her 'bad' wrist to be exact.<br/>"Such darkness you have, I can almost feel it radiate off you. I feel it even more in your flesh." He mused back pulling up her sleeve with his thumb exposing the beginning of her darkened veins.<br/>She yanked her arm from his grasp glaring at him. "I don't know who you think you are, but if you want to live I suggest you leave me alone."<br/>"As you wish I guess," he chortled back as he folded his arms, "The devil will get his due eventually."<br/><br/>She turned to walk from him not wanting to hear anymore. She pulled her sleeve back down, as she walked away.<br/>'What was that guy?' she thought to herself. Well he wasn't human, that much she could tell now. However, he did not see to be much of anything else either. She looked back perplexed by this man, but found he had disappeared altogether. Fable began to believe she was going mad, thinking she had completely imagined this man.<br/>She weaved in and out of crowds, hoping her feet would lead her to what she was looking for. All she knew now is that she could not stay still, believing if she did that her true nature might come out.