Zukati wandered slowly through the streets, his footfalls echoing with each step, keeping the silence from becoming overbearing and strong. It wasn't that he hated silence, he'd stop if he really wanted to and let the silence close in around him. After all, keeping silent was one of the best ways of moving around or making a kill if you had to. It was something he had done over the past few months, taking the lives of others. It was an easy prospect, and not one for the light of heart. However, there came a time when any person wandering the path of life that Zukati was now would have to take a life.

It was never really pleasant the first time you took a life, or have seen one taken before your eyes. Watching the once vibrant irises of a man or woman fall dormant and soulless as their life escaped their bodies. To one not used to it, it could leave them shocked or sick. But to one who had seen death many, many times, it was like an every day thing. Kill someone, watch the life leave their body and eyes, and let the body fall limp. Nothing new, nothing special, just the basic course of things. It was, after all, one of the many parts in life that men and women took upon them.

He let out a sigh then, reminiscing almost sadistically on his first kill. It had been a teenager, slightly younger then him, who he had taken the life of. He had been trying to still Zukati's coin purse, but had been caught in the process. Rather then fleeing, which he should have done, he had drawn a knife and threatened Zukati with it. He hadn't drawn his sword at the time to do so, but simply used his hands. After all, a Longsword against a knife? It would have been unfair.

However, it had been extremely swift. The teenager had underestimated Zukati, feeling that he was foolish for not using a weapon. However, he hadn't needed it anyway. When the teen attacked, Zukati dodged and grabbed the kids arm. Twisting it, he snapped it at the wrist, forcing the hand to release instinctively and drop the knife. When the kid had attacked again, he had dodged that attack and sent him sprawling. On the third, and final attack, the kid had attacked, hoping to finally land a blow. However, Zukati was far more agile then that. Ducking under the attack and coming up behind the kid, he wrapped his arms up around the kids arms and behind his neck.

It had happened almost instantly after that. Some, twisted desire almost, seemed to take a hold of him, yet he kept his consciousness and felt, in part, that the only way to keep this kid from attacking him continually was to kill him. So, with a simple push, he snapped the kids neck and felt the body fall limp and lifeless in his arms. Releasing him, he watched it drop to the ground and felt a slightly sadistic smile cross his lips. The feeling had been great, the snapping bone reacting against his hands. He had heard every second of it, and felt every pop as the neck had snapped.

He had stopped walking by that time. The sight, after he had come to his senses, had left him feeling a little numb. He supposed that the realized thought patterns he had just had somewhat nullified the shock of it, but they themselves had shocked him as well as the sight. However, other then feeling numb, it wasn't like it had phased him at all. Now though, it wouldn't have phased him, not after taking so many lives. Still, that kids was another thing. The feel of it and everything had been energizing in a very perverse way. Still, it was a feeling he well remembered, and now... well liked.