Alastor || Knight

The last body falls at Alastors feet, his throat slit open and his eyes equally as wide. He had proved once again why they called him Deaths Servant.

The sounds of the lute and the fiddle was rapidly repeating a crescendo as a crowd gathered around, clapping and cheering the enigmatic dancer in her vibrant skirts. The woman was said to hail from a far land in the midst of the deserts... perhaps that explains the attire that shimmers in the sun.. The dancer twirls and leaps, captivating the audience as well as the dark shadow walking through its market. Alastor was on patrol that day, it was mundane as usual. Nobody dared to do anything with him around anyway. The sound of the lute and fiddle reaches his ears and he glances towards the crowd. He see's a peep of the colourful fabric and gold accents. He marches over calmly and the crowd parts like the red sea. Dancing in public without express permission from the capitals embassador, was illegal and a punishable offence. Once he had made it to the front the music stopped and the sight in front of him made his heart stutter.. not only because the dancer extended a hand towards him as if she was asking to dance but because she was the most beautiful creature in the world.. But he kept a rigid posture, staring at her outstretched hand.