Umbra Venator

[Daerune]

Causa

He sat at a bar sitting there as he would at Toledo's lounge in the most isolated corner watching every one that came in and out, listening to his Media player watching how they walked how they moved hoe they carried there selves around the room. He liked watching and studying there movements, there was always a certain way some agents would walk how civilians would walk, if some one liked some one and although he didn't like Mundanes (humans) he found them useful in more ways then one, easy to talk to easy to 'befriend' easy to mislead, that's all he had been doing misleading the people around him, but there was one thing he could never achieve he couldn't manipulate them into this. Love, love was the one thing he was missing, although his sister loved him it was not the same as boyfriend and girlfriend, wife and husband. He envied his sister that she had found a man no less a mundane but this partially had earned his respect.

*The angel said I should have a cause, well I do I guess to protect my sister hat is a good one my soul purpose maybe I should have a secondary one maybe this thing called wolves, sheep and sheep dogs, Wolves hunt the sheep civilians I guess sheep try to keep everything in order and the Wolves I guess are killers, I am a killer maybe it would be good to hunt another wolf, a wolf taking out other wolves. Pirates they are like wolves but there are many forms Cardamine smugglers Slave…. Human organs there wolves' maybe I should be a terrorize of the wolves, A wolf that is a friend to the sheep dogs the lawful they keep…. Some keep people safe some are just other wolves the people of greed and power is just another form of a wolf and they will need to be made to pay the Civilian transports there is a difference form some one who trades to live and the others that live to trade for money and power.*

He smile to his self as he watched a business man walk into the room watching the way he wore it the way he walked this guy wasn't a wolf he was uncomfortable in it stiff worked to live not for power, just wanting to look presentable to pick up a date and try his hand at the thing called love.

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