what pride had wrought | open, intro

[CAIN]

What a dark blot of an aura on that one. Cain was typically rather quick to respond to unfamiliar flickers of auras on the docks, if only because he had everyone's so well memorized that he could detect a stranger fairly easily, even in a crowd. This one was... intriguing. Dark. Shadowed. The potential for something chaotic was there, and he was drawn to it readily enough, prowling across the market with intention as he tracked that darkness with ease. His sharp, analytic stare brushed over others, registering their presence, before he finally found the source of his curiosity and came to a stop a pace away, taking in this water-logged stranger slowly, intently, though the flicker of curiosity was also apparent.

"What brings you to the Market?" he drawled, voice smooth and even, as he regarded the boy. Something in him itched to poke and prod, dredge up all of that darkness and twist it into something wild and chaotic, but he tempered the roaring of his instincts and instead held still. A coiled spring, but coiled all the same.

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