'this world is so strange, so alien, so scary..' Lancier thinks to himself for the seventeenth time that day, even he doesn't feel at ease here.. which is why he needs to capture her soon, he needs to understand the way humans think. She will teach him if she wants to or not, she will teach him what he needs to know.. what he needs to know in order to stay alive in this place.<br/><br/>He watches her now, barely feeling the cold on his skin. In his world the weather is even more extreme, ranging from ice cold to boiling hot. As far as Lancier is concerned this is a pleasant breeze, and the weather is almost delightful. He fights off his home sickness and thoughts, he cannot become clouded now. He watches her- almost in admiration- as she climbs down from the roof and lands on the dumpster that has nothing edible within it.. he checked. He starts to silently move so he can get a better view of her and follow her without hindrance. 'humans are delicate and pretty creatures, I must be careful..' he thinks to himself as he continues to watch her.<br/><br/><br/>He notices her glare at the building as she walks, he tilts his head a little as he gazes at it. He wonders why she glares at it, why she seems to hate it. He has seen his twin brother glare the same way at some things, himself included.. but Lancier has never understood why, because he has never really hated anything.. disliked yes, but never hated. He watches her put those strange little shields into her ears, and with his demonic hearing can hear the words being spoken.<br/><br/><br/>Lancier is confused about the humans, and this is the most confusing thing of all. Lancier comes from a world where death and murder are as common as breathing, age and gender are of no concern and nor is the way of death bothersome. Demons live to kill, they live to take the lives of others in the most horrible ways possible. Yet these humans seem repulsed at something so natural, which Lancier does not- cannot understand. He continues to follow the girl he has his sights on, hoping she'll have the answers.<br/><br/>The click makes him stop in his tracks, thinking he'd being heard by her. He goes totally still and only breathes if needed, taking tiny breathes that are that soft that if anyone wanted to hear them.. they'd have to strain their ears. He notices the look on her face, the disgust and feels disappointed. 'she's just like her kind, but I will teach her something of my own..' he thinks to himself, narrowing his eyes.<br/><br/><br/>He knows she's armed and has a little self taught combat experience, or else she would be hiding like the rest of her kind.. content to be ignorant in fear. He also knows that she's starting to feel his presence somehow, which means he needs to act soon. He needs to act tonight or it may be to late, much to late. He's debated about how he's going to do this, he knows he could do it the demonic way but doesn't want to show what he is so soon..<br/><br/>He notices that she's going to the graveyard and curses mentally, he cannot let her get there. She will pass into holy ground and out of his reach forever, he knows that he can overpower her as long as she has nothing holy on her person. He decides to make his move, moving faster then the human eye can follow he quickly darts into some more shadows. This time just out of her view point, he folds his arms and walks out of the darkness.. causally striding towards her with a smile, his flint blue eyes are bright and alert. He stops directly in front of her and smiles a little so he doesn't show his pointed teeth right away. “hello, Isra Catori..” he says softly.<br/><br/>(your post is awesome :] )