dragonfire
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Post by dragonfire on Jun 11, 2006 20:15:35 GMT -5
Storm now heard his voice in her left ear, He told her to ease her way toward Keria and be careful. She prayed this man whose name she knew not would be careful as well even though she thought what he was about to do was totally insane and would probably get him killed. She needed to be prepared for the worst and be ready to fight for him if need be, and for herself.
She looked out off into the distance, into her fiery barrier and thought about what she was going to do. She heard other voices now enter into her mind, one human, at least understandable, and the other animal. Oh No not another one!!!, she thought frantically as she heard the piercing cry of the Fire Fox. She had to act quickly now, weather or not the man was successfully winning the dogs favor. She barley could see beyond the barrier so Storm decided she would need to act within her best interest. First to get Keria.
She kept one hand planted heavily on the soil and sat down. She placed her left foot over her right and sat Indian style on the dust. Quickly she pulled on her sandal strings and slipped her shoe off of her left foot and then repeated the same routine with the right foot. Keeping her left hand on the ground producing the wall of flames she concentrated on her feet. The jeweled rubies around her ankles took care of the barrier now as she stood, the wall rising higher as she rose up to walk over to the unconscious hostage known as Keria. As she walked the barrier followed her and now consumed the area around her and the girl. Storm looked down on her with pity, she almost felt sorry for her, unable to run away and save herself. She carefully swung Keria up over both of her shoulders, feet over one, arms over the other. She held on to her by her wrists and ankles, on account that it was easier to run with her like that. She looked forward and let her barrier drop to see what was going on with her companion and the three headed canine. Not Good.
She saw the man standing in front of the dog and the canine looked vicious and ready to pounce, he was no puppy and did not wish to be treated as such. He would now, most likely attack him and kill him for fun, she thought wildly as her eyes lit up with spark. If he was going to bite, she was going to bite first. Her face twisted with anger, the dog was only killing for the sport, not for food, now was her time to strike and for them to run, or at least try to anyway. She focused her strength into her right foot and stomped into the sand with a loud "thud". The combustible elements began to burn viciously toward the dog and shot in a line right at it, plowing into the flesh of the beast. Unaware of how much it would harm the large animal she screamed with all the air within her lungs.... "RUN!!!!!"
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Jun 12, 2006 18:13:01 GMT -5
Valyke stood there waiting for a response, he felt like a complete idiot just standing there while a raging monster was not too far from his figure. This was getting good. He could feel his heart racing, and his blood boiling, pumping through his adrenaline rushed body. He quit waiting after awhile, he was too excited. Valyke was not a man of patience, when there was action around he wanted to get right on in it…no matter how dangerous the foe seemed, and this foe was a pretty big danger. Clutching for his sword, the blonde swordsman with red wavy streaks allowed a smirk to cross his face. His left hand held the sheath of the sword still while his right grabbed the hilt.
Slowly unsheathing the blade of his friend, Valyke heated up his aura. His energy flow picked up the dust around him in a spiral. Heat waves pulsed out from his body; his hair began to stand on edge from the emitting temperature. Heels dug into the ground and his muscles intensified their spring. About the charge, Valyke slashed the sword out to his side, horizontally from his figure, shooting a flame across the lusting blade.
“This is going to be fun…”
Valyke’s spring for action was cut off by a piercing howl. His fiery amber eyes looked to the beast; it wasn’t the source of that howl…not this time. Valyke swung around to see his companion at the top of the dune. Valyke grunted at her actions, she was being completely and utterly stupid.
She is challenging that thing! What an idiot! What the hell is she thinking in that head of hers?!
Valyke cursed under his breath as he sprinted towards the fire fox. He quickly slid his sword back into its protective covering and bolted for Lunlie. His feet moved at a quick speed leaving puffs of dust back in the areas he had stepped. Valyke trudged back up the dune to where the confident fox stood. He spoke to himself under his breath in a frustrated voice,
“I want to slap that girl across her beautiful little face! She can’t do this! She is way too small.”
Valyke ran as fast as he could to her. He brought his right hand up to his mouth cupping it while the other reached out for her. Calling out to her he was out of breath from coughing and gagging on the fiery dust land.
“Lunlie…!”
He was unfortunately cut off in mid sentence when another howl of the monstrous beast from down below cut wind and escaped its jaws of death. Valyke quickly wheeled around to the battle that he was missing out on and saw the man on top of the three headed dog’s back. He was treating it like it was his pet! He couldn’t believe it. But at the same time Valyke’s eyes could not be drawn away, it was way too amazing… ludicrous, but amazing. Luckily he got off just in time as the beast rolled over causing clouds of dust to rise. If that man had not been there to draw the three headed dog’s attention, Lunlie would have been its next target. He looked back to the other girl and saw she was on the move. It was a sly movement that she was using, but it was the best bet.
“Okay then…”
Relief flowed into him as she grabbed the unconscious woman and landed her over her shoulders. A wave of heat hit him as he gazed to see a wall of fire launch at the beast. Valyke clenched his hand and smiled with excitement as she accomplished a head on attack.
Oh, she’s good!
Apparently they had the situation down there semi under control, so Valyke could continue on to what he was doing. His legs strained to not fall as the sand collapsed under his feet as he walked up the dune. He coughed at the dust that was kicked up as well. Valyke finally finished walking up the bank and looked down at the woman he had kissed. He snapped at her with dread and worry of what could have happened to her if he allowed her to pass into the battle.
“Change back! Change back right now…into that girl, the one I kissed!”
Valyke’s amber eyes stayed steadily on her until she listened to him.
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Post by lunlie on Jun 12, 2006 21:02:01 GMT -5
Lunlie, had been watching the fight go on below, but it was interrupted by Valyke running up to her. It was obvious that the beast wasn’t going to come for her, so she had lain down on her legs resting her chin on fairly large paws. As Valyke yelled to her she just calmly stayed there. She was perfectly safe up there, the beast had chosen its target; frankly, the man deserved what was coming to him for trying to ride the beast. A high pitched chuckled came from the throat of the fox. Being both human, and fox, it was entertaining to watch the interaction between man and beast. Neither being truly knew what it was like to be the other, neither knew the thoughts running though each other head, and neither knew the instincts that each others body would have. Being both beings it was a true chance to study the differences and be able to pull out them in herself. But Valyke interrupted her studying.
“Change back! Change back right now…into that girl, the one I kissed!”
Lunlie’s mind was torn from her studying making her thoughts rash and ill thought. His command for her to turn back quick didn’t go over well in her mind. All her life she had been ordered what to do by her father, and she didn’t like it. This command reminded her of her father. So she reacted, she reacted the way she would of reacted to her father if it had been him, not the man who made the butterflies rumble in her stomach. She jumped to her feet, raising her chops. When she stood her new height showed, her smaller form only would have reached his knees, but with the body given a new size her shoulders reached his mid thigh and her head reached his waist. She might have seemed small then, but not to much any more.
Lunlie was about to bite him when she realized what was going on. Instantly she stopped and relaxed her body looking up into his eyes. Looking into his eyes hers turn from their fox to her human eyes. Her eyes water at what was going on and how stupid she was. She didn’t want to do this, she didn’t need to do this, and she never wanted to do this. Her mind had tricked her yet again; she was going insane. Shaking her head, she turned back to her human form and sat there for a moment. Finally collecting her thoughts she stood up and looked him in the eye again. She knew he might be mad at her, but she leaned up kissed him lightly on the lips and spoke softly.
“I’m a trained murderer. Do you want me to help them?” a tear ran down her cheek, but she felt that he should know, and then maybe she’d explain later. Lunlie had secretly referred to the training her father had put her though. The man before her knew nothing about her, and still he cared. Maybe some time after this she would fully explain. Reaching under her cloak she grabbed her knives, and as she did so she showed him what it looked like under her cloak. He would see all the dangerous tools. She held up her knives. “Do you wish me to help? I want to do good for once.” She looked down at the group of people. Then back up in his eyes.
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chaoskeeper
Earth
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Scared? You should be!
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Post by chaoskeeper on Jun 14, 2006 14:41:07 GMT -5
In his usual alert position, the unnamed killer watched as the beast fell into a sort of death roll to squash what would have been his body in the dust. A quick sigh of relief escape his mouth as he watched the three-headed creature come back out of the intended attack. It was amazing how much brute strength lay hidden within such a seemingly mortal, magically powerless monster. There it was. The switch from analysis to full head-on assault. As Cerberus readied himself for a charge at Xander, a certain sensation almost clicked within the assassin’s mind. Finely sculpted muscles tightened as he lowered himself slightly closer to the dusty ground.
This is bad.
The man had kept his attention split between Storm’s bearings and Cane’s action until large bestial stirrings required all his observant consideration. However this option as well proved not to be the safest choice for immediately after Xander forgot Storm’s presence for the moment, the fire warrior shot an inferno of power directly for the opponent in front of him. His marked arm angled to some extent behind his slender form was the first to feel any rush of heat coming towards his body. Instantly with that note, Xander sprung out of the flaming attack’s path. The trained assassin escaped for the most part unfortunately the flaming torrent found its chance to lick his heel just as the tall man leaped from its path.
Xander grimaced at the searing pain as he landed in the dust. Black fabric melted its way around his foot holding onto his flesh mercilessly as his skin boiled in the heat and his usual skin tones turned from weathered tans to red and black. He cursed himself for being so stupid in letting a portion of his surroundings leave his attention for even a moment. How could he be so stupid as to let an ally hit him like that? The feit cursed his slowness to react despite the speed he did escape at. This is not a good day. Two burns... one day... one excursion... he will have to find a story later to explain everything.
This was supposed to be an easy job. That’s what I get for trusting him.
Again, the weapon-for-hire cursed himself under his breath. Quickly he turned to dash back to Storm’s side through the wasteland.
We need to get out of here now!
In mid stride, the killer gazed upward to find both the strange man and the fire fox on top a nearby dune. Surprisingly, he also caught a quick glimpse of the fox ‘returning’, he guessed, back to a humanoid form of hers. Whatever. They think they’re safe now; they won’t be safe there much longer. Bringing his attention back the remaining player whose name he knew, he saw Storm had listened and taken control of ‘Keria’s current unconscious figure. Good. Taking a deep breath, Xander readied new directions for his current partner.
Hold on tight! We can’t lose her! Now get ready!
Just as quickly as he had escaped Storm’s relentless assault, he hesitated at the woman’s position, took hold of her, and continued on his run into the night’s shelter.
Close your eyes and hold your breath. Cover Keria’s mouth too.
Silver eyes remained relentlessly fixed on the shadows before him.
Trust me or they will eat you both alive.
In mere seconds, Xander leaped into a portal of shadows and darkness with both women. It was a world of misery and death, not a place for truly any person of the living realm and yet the killer was safe here. Hopefully for the women, they had followed his directions to the point. The portal closed instantly behind the tiny group.
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Cerberus
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Post by Cerberus on Jun 16, 2006 8:19:49 GMT -5
Cane's coiled legs and ravid anger pulsed beneath his skin and in his heart as his sole attention remained focused completely on Xander - the man he was now intent on killing. There were too many similiarities between those silver eyes and the eyes of his old captor, that he could not merely let the man escape. Amazingly a part of his reaction was not only out of revenge, but part of it was actual fear--as though, if he waited too long, he would once again be enslaved like her had been so long ago--and unbelievably enough there was a tint of nobility within Cane's reasoning... but it was a little bit--only a smidgen--that Cane wanted this man dead to prevent him from further interfering with the lives of those around him.
Analytically, Cane should have noticed the willingness the lady of fire had showed in protecting this man, but her worst and most fatal attack was yet to come. Cane in his simple intelligence would have felt confused and bewildered that anyone could wish to help someone such as this silver-eyed demon who governed any lesser darker force and ruled without mercy. Shouldn't he be the one to blame for all the sin's he beckoned his forced followers to commit? Cane would have thought so... but he had yet to make that process of thought.
However, it did come to mind almost as soon as a sudden roar caught his attention a little too late. Muscles tensed and all three heads snapped in the direction of the female of fire. Unfortunately, his eyes met only a curtain of fire, roaring towards him across the black soil of the wasteland. Without much time to react, Cane jumped forward... but his body was not built for quick reactions or speed, and the blast slammed forefully into his hindquarters and lower midsection.
Pain revelled within his mind as all three of the jaw-filled mouths yelped in sudden pain. The pure force of the impact was enough to knock almost all the air out of the creature's lungs... so the cry came out as little more than a strangled gasp. His body was throw sideways in a doughnut shaped revolution before he fell upon his side. The Left struggled in vain against the heavy fall and snarled visciously towards the female--none of them could believe she would fight to protect such a notorious monster. Was Cane the only one who made this dangerous correlation?
All of his minds were filled with dull throbbing pain as the skin upon his side melted away showing nothing but black chared flesh, dark red welts, and a few spaces of white and grey, where the bone had been revealed but not completely burned. The searing pain made the dog growl in discomfort, but speding years under such hellish condition beneath ground made the dog almost completely immune to the hinderance that pain brought. As long as nothing was broken and all his organs remained to function as they should he would continue to fight--through almost any pain that could be pressed upon him. Everyone could thank the silver-eyed demon for that--not Xander, but those who came before him.
The Right suddenly caught site of the female and Xander's escape and quickly alerted the others. Strength fought against the sever burns and wounded flesh as he attempted to rise. The left surging and foaming and doing a majority of the taunting. The Left wanted --with all its power--to charge after the Xander, and kill or even massacre those who had harmed it to such an extent that the painful burns could not be completely place in the back of even its on hateful, ferocious, and furious mind. But the Center held it back, and with a sudden thud and cloud of dust Cane allowed himself to fall back into the dirt. Breath came in steady strains and many would probably assume from the appearance that Cane now possessed--boiling flesh that covered most of his side--that he as either dead, or dying. They were far from right. He had just lost a will to fight when his purpose suddenly dissapeared into the shadows of the night. The cerberus had completely forgotten about the vixen or the other man... he wasn't trying to find them... he was almost content to lay here and watch as a grinning skull sidled closer to him. Several times he had told it off, and mentioned that death was not for him, but the skull just moved in closer, laughing broadly through gumless jaws--for you see Death is envious of life... and forever lingers in it's shadow hoping to obtain and take what life once held dear...
...the soul.
ooc: no, Cane is not dying. He's merely resting... I just made the referance to the skull because I saw that same referance within a book and thought it was really cool. ;D
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dragonfire
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Post by dragonfire on Jun 16, 2006 12:58:24 GMT -5
Storm watched her attack carefully gripping the girl "Keria" tightly while the lady's weight pressed down hard on her shoulders. The three headed dog turned savagely to face her as the blazing inferno headed directly at him and, now as she took notice, the man she was trying to help. The agile male leap out of the way just as she thought he would get wrapped in the fire along with her target. He should know better, it is almost as he forgot I was even here!! Her thought turned over in her mind when the noise of the Canine filled her ears. Yelping and growling. She had hit him. The dripping flesh she could see turning boiled and frayed. Storm was aware of what it was like to get burned, and harbored a real dislike for burning animals, but this sparked fear in her. She liked what she had done to the poor creature, it was almost as bad as the Cerberus wanting to kill for sheer enjoyment and she did not know why she enjoyed watching such a seen, was it for the excitement or her undying want to be a soldier...she did not know.
Just as she focused on searching for the man not yet known as Xander she saw him advancing upon her quickly...his dialog was obvious and she wanted to hit him over top the head.
"We need to get out of here now!"
Storm responded cold and sarcastic.
"You think?? What do you think I have been trying to help us do? You seem to have forgotten that I was with you!!??"
She focused on the back of his heal and saw the burned boot and flesh that went with it.
"Serves you right."
Storm grumbled under her breath. She focused back on his face and found him looking up to the dune where the former Fire Fox and spunky male had placed themselves.
"Let them go, If they wish to stay here and be attacked so be it."
Her tone was unchanged from the few times before and her eyes reflected a touch of annoyance. The next words out of his mouth surprised her... "Get ready for what??!!" She protested loudly but in mid sentence she was gripped tightly by him and run off into the pitch black of night. She was a little wary on why he was telling her to close her eyes and hold her breath. What was the reason? She decided not to question him now and she did as she was told. Cupping "Keria's" mouth tightly with her one hand and concentrating on holding her own breath, Storm shut her eyes.
All was black.
His last words confused her and her puzzled expression was consumed by the portal they now entered. She felt a weird sensation, not knowing entirely where they where going or where they would end up. All was silent.
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
Fire
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I'm like a wildfire...When I start, no one can stop me.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Jun 22, 2006 9:11:19 GMT -5
Valyke took a step back when Lunlie bore her teeth at him; he did not feel like getting bit at that exact moment. All he wanted to do was knock some sense into her about his current feelings. When Lunlie had listened to his request to change back into her humanoid form, Valyke swiftly raised his hand to her, before she could react. His hand started coming down on to her face, but he was cut off from making contact with her skin. His heart stopped, and all his thoughts paused for a moment or two from her light kiss.
She spoke to him with such fragility, and with the truth of who she really was. But the one thing that bugged Valyke was the thought of how she went on not even thinking about what he had thought. It probably did not even cross her mind of how he felt when she risked her life by challenging that beastly being. His fiery amber eyes looked straight back into hers when she thoughtlessly asked if he wanted her to help them.
She…she doesn’t even realize what she made me feel!
Valyke’s hand was still raised. After her words were fully spoken, he followed through with what he was originally doing before she kissed him. Valyke swiftly brought his hand down across her face slapping her with all emotion swelling up inside him. His hand shook; for he had never hit a girl before, but he couldn’t help it, he didn’t need to lose someone again just because he couldn’t speak up. Without realizing it, Valyke’s lips moved on their own spitting out remarks to her question.
“No! How can you be so rash?! You didn’t even think before you acted…you didn’t even think of me…my feelings! That beast could have taken your challenge; I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing for you! In my mind, when you bare a challenge and it is accepted, you must pull through it without help! I don’t care if you are a trained murderer, you should not declare a challenge unless you know for a fact you could win, but you just called out, without knowing your freaking opponent!”
Valyke stopped when he realized everything was silent, everything except for his voice at Lunlie. He could not hear any fighting, or screeching howls out of the three-headed dog. His eyes relaxed as he looked into Lunlie’s eyes. He said all of those annotations without even thinking of how she would feel; some gentleman he is. Valyke turned away from her and released a sigh of sorrow and disappointment. He truly regretted saying all of those things, but for some reason he could help but say it. If he didn’t, Valyke would just have to carry the weight of his words on his heart.
Valyke’s back was completely turned to all the action happening down below. His attention was officially all on Lunlie, until he had ended his little outburst. He turned around to see everything still. He missed everything because his attention was drawn by his comrade. The man, talented woman with fire, and the unconscious girl were all gone, as if they disappeared into thin air. Valyke scuffed, he really wanted to meet that man and woman; they were interesting to him. That is Valyke realized, only three of them left, but there was a total of six beings including Lunlie and himself…who was he…the beast! Valyke’s fiery amber eyes shot a look down to see the three-headed creature down and out. Its flesh was charred and burnt to all hell.
Boy, I missed a lot…wait a second, the beast is down. Opportunity much?
Valyke looked back at Lunlie to see her face to what he had said. He spoke in a low shy voice towards her, he had spoken enough harsh things at her, he did not want to offend her anymore.
“Come on, we’re getting out here…well at least I am. You’re welcome to come with me, I’ll understand if you don’t though.”
OOC: Sorry for the wait…and the post, not much muse, I’ll do better next time. ^^
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Post by lunlie on Jun 25, 2006 19:56:47 GMT -5
“No! How can you be so rash?! You didn’t even think before you acted…you didn’t even think of me…my feelings! That beast could have taken your challenge; I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing for you! In my mind, when you bare a challenge and it is accepted, you must pull through it without help! I don’t care if you are a trained murderer, you should not declare a challenge unless you know for a fact you could win, but you just called out, without knowing your freaking opponent!”
The slap to Lunlie’s face was not a pleasant feeling for her. Since her new found freedom, this was one of few times she had been hit and hurt. Sadly there was nothing she could really do about it. Valyke was right in this situation. She had not thought about his feelings. She should have. If she had maybe she wouldn’t be stuck in this awkward situation, she would have met those other beings, and possibly even been out of here already. Lunlie sighed. What had she been thinking? What ever it had been she was already over it and trying to make up for it.
“Sorry, you’re right. I should have thought about your feelings. I’m not used to having to deal with others feeling besides my own. Please forgive me? I was wrong.”
Lunlie looked down at the beast that wasn’t moving any more. She had missed what had happened now and couldn’t help but be in a fog as to what had happened here. Unhappy with herself now she looked down at her feet trying to think of something to say now to him. She didn’t know what to say, how could she? She had just tossed his feeling to the side. Before she knew it he was speaking again and her head perked up to listen to him.
“Come on, we’re getting out here…well at least I am. You’re welcome to come with me, I’ll understand if you don’t though.”
Lunlie couldn’t believe he felt bad for hitting her. No man had ever felt bad for harming her, at lest none she had met; none until Valyke. He was truly nice to her and only wished that she hadn’t put herself in harms way. She felt really lousy now for what she did. She needed to make it up to him another time. She didn’t know how, but she would.
“Yes, I’d like to go with you. You’re the nicest man I’ve met in this world so far and I would like to travel with you.”
Despite the red mark and swelling on her cheek, she looked up into his eyes with a smile on and hopeful happiness in her eyes. Slowly she closed her eyes and started to walk off in the direction he had been facing.
o.o.c.- ack... shortness is killing me... must get out of shot funk... lol... sorry
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Cerberus
Fire
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Post by Cerberus on Jun 28, 2006 11:32:18 GMT -5
They should have stayed quiet; they shouldn't have broken the silence. Yet with all their words and a small act of violence they had drawn the attention of the wounded beast--who had completely forgotten about their existence. Though in present appearance he was either dead or asleep, he was neither, but fully awake and still full of rage.
True, the fiery passion he had for fighting was dying down, but as his right head gazed up wards just in time to see the male land a blow upon the female--the fire was churned and new fuel added to the flames. Violence always sparked a negative effect within the conditioned animal. He just could never resist a fight. Though this short brawl between the two didn't seem like much, he still correlated most of the people that were in the past scene to be allied with that devilish man. Why shouldn't he? They all seemed to be out to help him escape. They would soon realize that they were just pawns to that silver eyed criminal, like Cane had been. A low growl rubbled inside all of his three condemned throats as he gathered in the scents. The Left was humming with adrenaline, and the center was trying to make a decision: ignore the pair, or attack the pair. To him, his natural aggression did not easily permit him to passively allow anyone near him. He was a solitary being, and his viciousness made it difficult for anyone to get close enough to establish that they meant him no harm. All his life, the world was against him, and he had yet to realize that this was because of his own brutish behavior. However, the right picked up on something that made up Cane's mind. A familiar scent.
Since the duo's arrival, they had been on the bottom of Cane's priority list, thus it should have been easy for him to let them go--with his current condition and all. However, the right remembered something rather irritating. The fox. The challenging being that had tried to avert his attention--to distract him from his original quarry. Forgetting and not caring whether she was in league with the unknown Xander, Cane could not relinquish a challenge.
However, though the scent was the same, his eyes saw something much different as he pulled his large weight back up upon all four of his strong, sturdy legs. Fluid dripped from his side, as blood mingled with sweat creating a stinging sensation. Cane merely put it to the back of his mind as he did everything else -- the pain was forgotten. Because of his callous nature toward pain and his relentless drive to keep on going, Cane would not be hindered by his current wound unless his body wasn't functioning correctly--meaning, the pain itself would not stop his rampage. His eyes wandered over the pair, as he did little more than stare. The Left snarled, with lips curled back over the teath... but overall Cane took this moment to analyze his new quarry. He was beginning to learn that blind attacks landed him with dangerous wounds. True there was the element of surprise, but if Cane didn't kill within that moment, he was beginning to learn that the situation often times turned against him and he was either forced to flee, or his foe fled from him. So now, he would try a new strategy.
His ocular vision took in the appearance of two humanoids: one older male, and a younger female. There was no fox within his eyesight, however, scents and smells do not lie. The man still had no real significance to the large canine, but the female had the same scent as that challenging vixen. A sharp ravaged bark--deep and resonant, echoed across the chasm of space between him and the duo. This was his acceptance... he would attack shortly, once he devised a plan.
Yes, Cane was stratagizing...
... try not to faint.
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nightrain
Fire
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Post by nightrain on Jun 28, 2006 15:20:38 GMT -5
The barren land cracked underneath Amaya’s gentle footsteps as she walked upon the dehydrated earth that begged for any type of moisture. Her amethyst eyes turned to the black sky watching the clouds roll across the what sky could be seen. She winced feeling the dry earth and sand be picked up and tossed in the humid and harsh wind. It batter against her face and lightly scratched across her creamy flesh. She growled lightly at her misfortune for wandering in to this harsh wasteland.
“Damn it all, this is what I get for having no sense of direction. I was wandering ever so carefully, and boom, here I am getting battered with dirt and sand, must be on the Sandman’s bad side for this kind of treatment. Good side of this, I know I’m in fire country....”
She grumbled slightly as she blew her bangs up and out of the way of her vision. She then combed through her red bangs with her gloved hand so that they would stay out of her way. She watched as she stepped upon the breaking ground. It shifted beneath her weight from being so drained of liquid that it would easily break and cause her to fall. She walked up to the edge of the dune she was walking on, stopping before going off the edge and plummeting down a good twelve feet.
Her eyes wandered to where a scene was set. The large three headed dog seemed to watch the pair of humans, Amaya guessed, you never knew who you’d bump into in this world. The hounds’ dim gray fur was lightened by what light made it’s way through the dismal clouds. Amaya smiled slightly to herself at the sight of the dog.
“A hell hound, never knew they were real thought they were just beasts in fairy tales, but I guess you can never tell with this world. My visions of such a creature made it seem a bit bigger than, but I don’t doubt that it would put up a vicious fight.”
Amaya’s violet orbs turned to the couple standing a distance from the hound bourne from a fire’s ashes. There was a male and a female, seeming to have a quarrel judging by the red mark across the woman’s face, however the man looked sympathetic. Amaya sighed as she sat down upon the dry earth. She hung her legs over the edge of the dune, crossing them lightly. Amaya reached behind her and pulled out her two staffs from the halter on her back and sat them by her side.
“My instincts tell me to go down, but with the determined looking hell hound down there, I won’t risk. Sure, I’m a fighter more than a lover, but I enjoy watching a good fight sometimes. They shouldn’t notice me, unless the wind changes direction’s towards the hound, but I’m no threat to it, so it shouldn’t bother me. As for the other two, unless one of them has the nose of the ashy hound, they shouldn’t notice me.”
Amaya leaned back upon her hands, her eyes wandered to the side of her legs and to the earth, it wasn’t cracking for once. It was apparently strong earth luckily where she chose to sit and she could relax. Her eyes wandered to where the pair and the hell hound were, she watched intently to see if there was a fight that was going to break out or if the pair would run and cower.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Jun 28, 2006 20:31:18 GMT -5
Valyke took a step back from the girl’s apology, and as she looked him in the eyes. He hated when people, especially women, did that to him. Their eyes made him go soft and sympathetic. Valyke’s footsteps began trailing him down the dune, opposite of where the canine was. He walked slowly and cautiously, keeping his trap shut. Valyke was two feet away from her essence until he was stopped short from her voice. Her words echoed in his head. He narrowed his amber eyes and heaved a sigh looking to the cracked land. His past flew by his eyes and he clenched his teeth at the flashes of his haunted past. Thoughts raced through his head.
Me…nice?! After what I did, she still wants to—“
Valyke wheeled around to her to see Lunlie’s smile. It yanked his heart, and he hated it. After his first love died, he promised to her spirit never to fall in love again. Valyke regrettably walked back up to the top of the dune and placed his hand on her shoulders. He leaned down a bit so their gazes were casting at an even level. He parted his lips and spoke in a harsh tone. Yet with all the harshness within it, there were signs of pain, all from the remembrance of his first love. His fiery amber eyes looked straight into her green eyes without blinking to any of his words.
“You’re so naïve! I am no where near the nice person that you think I am. Lunlie, you have no idea what I did! You’re so—“
Valyke’s voice was cut short as the hell hound’s raged bark resonated through the vast atmosphere. He released Lunlie’s shoulders and shot a look to the beast. Amber eyes widened in shock. A gasp was freed as Valyke gazed upon the three-headed dog that was now firmly standing on all fours. After a short feeling of overwhelming shock, calm rolled over Valyke’s system. His eyes relaxed and he gawked contently at the accepting creature. Valyke raised his chin a bit. Hiding a smirk from Lunlie’s eyesight. The dusty winds rustled his blonde hair with crimson streaks. His lips slowly parted again. He drooped his head low and cut the silenced air with a soft, cunning voice.
“Looks like the hell hound has accepted your challenge.”
Valyke moved slowly behind Lunlie’s body. He leisurely leaned in placing his hands on her shoulders, making sure to turn her in the direction of the three-headed creature. Leaning in and staring at the beast, something alluring, yet evil took over him, it was a certain desire. It was a strong wanting for wrath. Valyke whispered in Lunlie’s ear in a taunting voice, most likely able to send a good chill up the spine from his tone.
“Now remember Lunlie, you have to pull through…without my help.”
Valyke gave Lunlie a slight push towards the beast. He continued to speak, but upped his volume a bit since the distance of their bodies grew.
“Not so nice now am I, Kit? This is my code, and I stand by it…firmly. I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.”
Valyke crossed his arms and watched the fire fox demon. He was interested in what she would do, fight, or perhaps flee. Surely if she decided to flee, in Valyke’s eyes, she would not be his type and he would want nothing to do with her. However, if the kit were to fight, it all would depend on the outcome.
Will she be caught in the hands of death, or would an angel bless her and keep her alive? This is Kit’s chance to show me what a trained murderer is capable of.
Valyke gave a slight smile of reassurance and bestowed a motion of encouraging her to go. Though, behind this mask of reassurance was the smirk of hopeful blood. Valyke endured to be in fights, and to watch quarrels. It made him change; it made him more intense, and more willing to spill blood. He loved the adrenaline rush, Valyke lived for it.
“Good luck.”
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Post by lunlie on Jun 30, 2006 16:37:29 GMT -5
Lunlie need not Valyke’s push. She wasn’t afraid of facing the hound. Yes she knew she would probably die, but her father’s training had prepared her. She would show fear when she knew she would need the utmost concentration. As she walked slightly a few steps toward the hound, she stretched her muscles so they would be ready for use right away. She knew the hound was looking at her; studying her to get to know her a bit better. She was doing the exact same thing. The difference between them though was that she had already seen what the hound was like in its rage. Thanks to the trio that disappeared earlier. She hadn’t seen much, but she had noted a few things. One that was of importance; the hound wouldn’t be easily swayed from her now that she was its target. If she wanted to live through this there were only two chances she had. One kill the hound, which as it was looking would be difficult; Lunlie wasn’t going to put false eyes on and say she could. Two was to get it mad at something or some one else. That didn’t seem like a possibility either. The third possibly of living was out of her mind so she wouldn’t even think of it; she never ran from something she started.
He’s large, so strength will be of no use probably; I’ll need to use my speed. The wounds inflicted on his skin seem to affect him, but not bother him to much. That means I’ll have to shoot not for pain to make him fall, but physical inability to fight. Take out his legs some how, make him unable to move toward me or even be rendered useless. In this case I might not have to shoot for killing it, for if it is rendered useless I’ll not have to worry myself with fear of it trying to kill me any more.
The ideas that ran through her head were going at top speed. Her father had made it so she was on top of her toes and was never a step behind in thought. Head comes before action, which means head has to work at top speed to make attack as quick and effective as possible. She knew also that this was her fight; she couldn’t rely on Valyke to help her in this at all. She didn’t want to even if she could; one she fought her own battles and two she didn’t had lost all the interest and wanton for him with a fight on the brink of starting. Should she win this fight, she would leave him here and run off out of here; he was too much of confusion to her and she didn’t want it any more. Now was not the time to think of that, now was the time to think of the hound in front of her. She might not be ready yet, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t want the hound to have the upper hand and figure out her strengths before the fight began.
If the hound wanted a fight, he was getting one. Lunlie from the top of the hill charged down at lightening speed. Her swift foot steps barely hit the ground before her placed the next down and launched her down toward the hound. Arms under her cloak grabbing at the two long swords she had been carrying with her. Each was now pulled and extended behind her as to not make her slow in speed. With all intent of running straight at the hound then at last minute taking her momentum to launch herself up over the beast to its behind. She would take a swipe at its hind legs, but not get to close for she knew the hound might react in away that could harm her. As she ran down the hill she had been thinking this, she would execute it soon, but the hound didn’t know that. Lunlie could only hope that she would make good use of the first attack, for she knew close combat would be hard for her due to the hound’s apparent strength.
Lifting one of her swords so that is cut across her back but not into her skin, she cut off her cloak so she would lose it being in her way. She needed as little weight and material in her way as possible. This fight was going to be bloody and she was going to probably not leave without a wound, if she did at all.
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Post by redcap on Jul 12, 2006 12:25:16 GMT -5
The sun was finally starting to makes its way down from the sky which meant it was time to play for Vincent. As much as he wanted to get up and cause some chaos he found a seen going on above him. Silently he watched from his place never getting up. The sand masked his presence and protected his skin from the sun. As he laid there cloaked by the earth’s sands, he watched the huge beast try to attack the shadow man. All while the he lay there something about the beast reminded him of something he missed; home. Hell, he hadn’t been there in a long time. Oh how he missed the heat and the suffering of the humans there. Thoughts of his home came to mind as he watched the living beings.
He was about to get up and investigate the seen below when the raging step of some being charging down the dune reached his ears. At the pace they were going he knew they planned to attack the beast. That wasn’t acceptable to Vincent. He intended on stopping them before they got close. Preparing himself to lift quickly from his hidden position he readied his knife for his assault. The second her foot touched just above his head his arm sprung out and deep down into her ankle. From the momentum of her running forward and the placement of the dagger, everything possible in her ankle went wrong. The bones strained and bulged out of place, tendons ripped, and the flesh tore in a matter that her ankle would never be the same.
With her tendons ripped she would go far, the next step of her was on her other foot. He again with his other arm jutted out his other knife and imbedded it deep in her ankle again. Vincent doubted that the pain even registered in her head before her body crumbled down into a heap as her feet couldn’t hold her up. It was amazing to him to see her body fall and crumble; the blood just pouring out of her feet. It amazed her that such a part of the body so far away from the source of where the blood was made, held so much. Deciding to show himself he rose.
The sand he had covered himself in to protect himself from the sun started to pour from his body as he used his muscles to stand. In any sense it must have looked amazing to see one rise from the ground as he did. Also like the dead rising up on the living. Ironic that it was exactly what was happening. He walked quickly over to the girl before she could realize him from her pain. He grabbed onto her calf and lifted her upside down into the air. He squeezed hard making blood pour out faster and faster. First down into his mouth quenching his thirst for blood, and then to his cape to mark her blood on his cape. She now was among the hundreds who have shed blood due to him.
Dropping her, she fell to her face in a heap once again. Now he turned to the beast, it must sense… it must sense it. That they both rose from hell.
o.o.c.- sorry it is short... others will be longer...
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Post by Cerberus on Jul 12, 2006 14:33:07 GMT -5
The burnt cerberus was partially surprised when it suddenly saw the small human running full tilt down the hill towards him. It took his by surprise no doubt, and he quickly tried to control the sudden lust that burst through his body--mostly due the Left's immediate reflex to resort to a charge out to meet the descending Lunlie. However, the center vainly tried to place it's instinct back in check, and in this sudden struggle the viscious Cane became a touch disoriented, and was in a slightly vulnerable situation. Unable to think for several moments, in the time it took to clear his thoughts and gain control of Cane savage nature, Lunlie should have already been upon him with her feeble blades, yet when he against began to focus on the scene before him, he took note a form rising from the sand and body crumbling to the earth -- Lunlies.
He snarled visciously and pinned back his short ears. That was his quarry! How dare someone take that from him. Rage bubbled underneath as he watched the strange monster rise from the dirt. His skin was grey and had the appearance of being burned. Cane glanced at his own charred flesh just to make sure he was correct in his assumption. Satisfied he related the newbie to be called the "burnt one" just until Cane could further bring a name to the sand demon's face. Honestly, Cane couldn't believe that this 'zombish' creature was actually alive. In perspective Cane got the initial thought that the body looked... well... dead. With a snort, he shook his head at his own stupidity. OBviously, the Burnt One was not dead.
It was only now that all three heads noted the blood that flowed down from the ankles of his challanger. Unriled, the three headed dog watched the monster breifly feast on her blood before dropping her back to earth. The Right noted that her ankles were a mesh of broken skin and bone. Not a pretty sight for a weak stomach. Yet, even as the wave of blood scent filled his nostrils, Cane was not made sick--nor was he disgusted by the Burnt One's acts. Cane was a monster himself, a beast of the shadows; why should it bother him?
He didn't stop his growling, though it was little more than a rumble as the Burnt One turned to fixed sickly red and yellow tinged eyes. Curious, Cane cocked his center head slightly, while the right merely logged in the man's memory, and the Left continued to snarl and growl-- constantly ravaged by the need to fight and kill. Sometimes it was hard to have three peices of you locked inside the mind of three different apendages. It made cooperating difficult at times.
Cane didn't move, neither did the new stranger. For several moments, they just stared at one another. Until finally, Cane sat down--seeing that there was no fight left to be had, with his quarry currently incapacitated. Amber eyes partially demanded an explanation as much as they merely stared. Something about this new arrival did not rile the cerberus, did not make him wish to fight... did not make him... angry. But then again, a part of him was also reminded of his old master, which put an extra beat in the rhythm of his heart. Cane would never be controlled ever again. And anyone who attempted to control the large three headed mongrel would be placed in an early grave. Death was always near Cane--waiting for new souls to drag off to a cold afterlife. But Cane also sense that death was not only lingering around him now, but was also waiting like a servant dog behind this new arrival. Call it a hunch, but Cane was not completely ignorant of certain things. He felt a savageness lurking around the aura of this demon--an animalistic responce that was similiar to Cane's.
These were the feelings that left Cane interested, staring unafraid before the monster that had showed how willing he was to cause hurt--and drinking a victim's blood was not exactly normal either.
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Post by nightrain on Jul 14, 2006 13:05:25 GMT -5
Amaya ran her slender fingers through her crimson hair shifting sand from the tender strands. She was quite content at the moment watching the pair talking and the beast that had laid down afar, but her contentment quickly turned to excitement. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder so that it was out of her vision as she watched the girl speed down towards the beast. Her amethyst eyes glowed with the sight of a fight and the possibility of bloodshed, but her dreams were dashed once she saw a third person join the group below her. Her thoughts were on a roller coaster ride as she was suddenly disappointed with the third person’s appearance to pure excitement when he tore apart her ankles.
Amaya placed her gloved hands in front of her between her legs and leaned upon them, craning her neck to see closer. She watched intently as the being grabbed the girl and watched as the blood trickled down her legs.
“It seems the beings of myth have come to play in the land of fire....”
Amaya gave a slight laugh as she watched the girl’s limp and emotionless body be thrown aside. The hell hound raised to it’s feet and Amaya’s attention shifted as she watched the three heads seemingly quarrel with each other. She then looked at the boy that was part of the pair and got to her feet. She bent down and picked up her staffs then placed them back in the halter upon her shoulder blades. She then gracefully walked over to the side of the bluff she was sitting on and looked down. Off to the side of the dune she was on was the boy that use to be accompanied with the girl. However, she looked down at the shifting sand that was on the side of the bluff she stood on.
Slowly she turned her body sideways and began her descendent. Cautiously, she scaled down the sifting sands, her body turned sideways and her feet stepping over each other. She placed her black gloved hands on the sand incase she lost her footing, but it wouldn’t do her much good to grab on to the shifting earth.
Amaya released a heavy sigh as her black boots touched level ground, but the sands were still shifting under feet. She looked over the man’s back as he stood, facing away from her for the moment. As she walked, her feet shifted in the sands, but she was careful not to make much of a noise.
Her eyes wandered over the man’s muscular figure and she slyly walked up to him. Why had he not made a move towards his comrade? Was she just an acquaintance or did he already know that she was dead? Amaya’s thoughts boggled her mind so much that she forgot she was walking in sand. She hit a spot where the sands were extremely loose and her foot slipped. She fell on her buttocks, hitting the sand. She knew she made too much noise and quickly spoke up to the man.
“Sorry, but I was wondering if you knew exactly what was going on. I was a little curious of the soon to be battlefield...”
Amaya spoke softly, she reached back behind her and grasped tightly to one of her staffs. She was careful that if this man turned and attacked her, she was ready. Her long, slender fingers wrapped around one of the staffs and gently tugged on it, so that it was easier to pull out in a millisecond. Her eyes sat upon this man and his actions and her ears waited for any words.
It was now one or the other: her curiosity was going to be filled or her bloodlust desire for a fight.
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Post by Redcapswordstakenwrong on Jul 14, 2006 23:34:15 GMT -5
o.o.c.- nightrain- you said
"She watched intently as the being grabbed the girl and placed his mouth on her neck. Her violet eyes aglow as she saw blood trickle lightly down the girl’s neck. "
I said-
He walked quickly over to the girl before she could realize him from her pain. He grabbed onto her calf and lifted her upside down into the air. He squeezed hard making blood pour out faster and faster. First down into his mouth quenching his thirst for blood, and then to his cape to mark her blood on his cape. She now was among the hundreds who have shed blood due to him.
He never bit into her neck. He lifted her by her leg into the air and let the blood already pouring from her ankle pour into his mouth and onto his cape. Never was there anything inflicked on her neck.
PLEASE (can't stress that enough) don't take this as an angry complaint. I merely wanted what I really did out there so it doesn't effect anything further in the plot. nightrain I mean no ill will toward you, please don't take it in a bad way.
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Jul 18, 2006 13:18:10 GMT -5
A sly grin played across the blonde man’s lips as he eagerly watched the woman he kissed bolt down the sand dune. At the rate she was speeding, Lunlie was bound to trip up and tumble; truly that would have been a sight to see, but he would not embarrassment upon her, which would be just too cruel. Valyke gazed intently with his fiery amber eyes. Trails of dusty sand were shifted by the winds of the desolate area as Lunlie stepped into a so to be brutal battle. As the sands shifted beneath his feet, his eyes never left the sight of the charging woman. A thought of despair crossed his mind; it was the utter thought of him sending a fellow comrade to her death. Valyke was quickly brought back to reality though as Lunlie’s cloak landed in front of his steady feet.
He grimaced at it thinking of what he had just done, and then shot a look back up to the fire fox demon. Realizing what he was thinking, Valyke brought his hands up to his head and rubbed the temples gently.
Dammit, no! Don’t think about her…it’s her fight, not yours. No matter how badly you want to fight, it’s not yours!
Thoughts interrupted, Valyke glanced up quickly to the fighting arena to see crimson blood shed. Amber eyes filled with confusion, Lunlie was too far away from the hell hound to be struck by it. How red blood already of could poisoned the ground. Valyke gasped deeply to see a rising being. The sand poured from the figure as the sun set and the shadowed figure rose from the depths of the ground. He narrowed his eyes to get a better imaging. In a low disgusted voice, Valyke scoffed at the new being who entered this battle.
“An intruder, great just when it was getting good.”
Surely a brutal being it was indeed. Valyke bore his teeth and grimaced as the intruder played with Lunlie’s limp body, drinking her blood as it poured from her strained and torn ankles.
What a sicko.
Apparently, Valyke was not the only one who was pissed. The growls of the beast drifted into his range of hearing. The battle was supposed to be the hound verses Lunlie, but now the tables were turned, unless the kit was to get up…unlikely. Stress built up on Valyke’s heart watching a fellow comrade crumble to the ground like a rag doll, but all he could do now was encourage her. He no longer cared if he was ignored or noticed by both the unknown Cane and the freak. His voice cut through the still air as he yelled at the fallen Lunlie. His hands dropped from his temples down to a crossing.
“Get up Lunlie! What do you think you are doing, surely that is not all you’ve got! Get up on your feet!”
The blonde boy yelled on top of the dune with great stress. Unknown to Lunlie, he did not care if she died, but he would not just stand there letting her give up without a pure fight. All he had to offer was his voice, which he definitely gave. Valyke was so into the fight scene below, watching intently, he did not notice who was coming up behind him until that certain person made a big mistake.
Loud sounds of shifting sands echoed behind him, giving Valyke’s utter attention to the source of the sound. Not turning right away, the man grabbed for his sword. He had to be on his toes, this was a jumpy situation and area to be in right now. Due to all the unknown beings around, most likely all brutal enemies, Valyke unsheathed his sword with great speed and shifted his footing to slide to turn around. The stranger’s words did not reach his ears until after his slashing sword came towards the being’s neck. Sharp eyes of Valyke saw a familiar woman and a gasped escaped his lips.
Pulling back a bit on his strike, but not fully for he had too much momentum, Valyke whispered her name as a flash of his first love appeared before his eyes. In a barely audible voice, most likely only audible to him, the young man parted his lips in shock.
“Mayamay.”
Valyke closed his fiery amber eyes tightly hoping the woman he thought to be his first love could dodge of block his slicing sword. ooc: Ok...I know you are new redcap, and I guess I'm the only one who noticed, but I am going to say something. Lunlie does have the right ot dodge your charcater's attack because you powerplayed against her character Lunlie, which is against the rules. So I was just setting something straight, because if I did not...then it would just drive me crazy...hehe ^^. Ok well, I'm not angry so do not take it that way, I was just stating the fact.
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Post by LazyLun on Jul 26, 2006 22:14:12 GMT -5
o.o.c.- hey... umm... I'm sorry for making you guys wait, but I'm really short on muse at the moment and I can't think at all as to what I really want to do... so I want to let you guys go on with the forum until my next turn where I'll do something then... ok... sorry about the hole ordeal...
(Lunlie just collects herself and tends to her wounds at the moment seeing as Cane stopped attacking for the moment)
SORRY!
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Post by Dan on Aug 3, 2006 16:55:43 GMT -5
This is Dan's(Dan is Redcap) cousin... he is having serious medical issues right now that deal with things he said I'm not aloowed to speak about... he doesn't want any of you to wait on him so he said two things... you can go on posting and he'll catch up later... or you can act as if he never entered the thread.... he says sorry and feels bad about starting and then not being able to respond....
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Post by Cerberus on Aug 9, 2006 13:11:14 GMT -5
Out of Character Well, seems like I really don't have anything left to say here or reply to, since Redcap interupted Cane and Lunlie's fight, then when Cane turns to Redcap he leaves, so... since Cane has already made it clear he's not interested in Valyke and Amaya, I think I'm going to depart, sorry yall... This post isn't going to be much, really don't have a muse for it.
Back in Character Cane blinked as Redcapt looked at him, before fleeing back into the darkness. The large three-headed brute didn't really understand exactly what had just tranpsired, but he looked to Lunlie nonetheless, since that had been his target and his current battle. However, she seemed indisposed at the moment, and Cerberus had no real motivation to follow the intrusive scent of the two humans astride the crest of the summit, so the large Canine growled confused, and watched the female for any sign that she would rise. Blood seeped into the ground around her feet, and she apparently wasn't moving much. Whatever battle had been about to ocurr was now over, and Cane was slightly irritated that his event, his fun, had been so rudely interrupted. Therefore, the beast looked upwards, pinned back his stout ears at the pair, curled back his lips--revealing rows of long dull insiscors... courtesy to a slow and painful death. With this menacing display of fairwell, the large mongreal picked his weight up off his hind quarters, snarling and whining as new pain lanced up his spinal chord, directed from his flank and side. He then meandered back into the shadows of the dark.
He was hungry now.
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on Aug 9, 2006 13:50:52 GMT -5
Amaya’s words never reached the man as she sat upon the moving sands. Her amethyst eyes could only catch the blade moving towards her jugular. Reflex took control of her body as her fingers slipped upon the grip of her staffs that were sitting on her shoulder blades. She looked to the man’s face, seeing him whisper something, but it was inaudible to her ears. In slow motion she saw her hand reach out slightly catching the blade. The blade sank into her palm causing it to become warm as the blood ran to the surface and out of the gash. Amaya’s face twisted slightly as she winced from the sharp pain in her hand.
“I’m not as slow as you think...”
Her voice had a hiss to it as she spoke through her teeth to keep back her sense of pain. Knocking the blade away, Amaya bent backwards her hands coming in contact with the sand behind her. With force, she sent her body straight into the air, a hand stand. Then her body began to tilt backwards as she landed on her feet completing her back flip. This allowed her to get some distance away from the man in front of her.
She reached back to grab her staffs, her legs spread as she took a fighting stance, but she eased up. This man didn’t have a will to fight her, not now, he looked as if he had seen a ghost of his past. Her chest heaved slightly as she panted as her near death experience as her hands came back over from her back to her front. Taking her left hand she ran her fingers over her neck, she felt the unscathed flesh, but then looked at her right hand. Blood had run from her fingertips down to the shifting sands near her feet. The sting still linger in her palm as she closed her fingers into the gash.
She looked up at the man that almost killed her, but her once bloodlust gaze she had when she went to attack him had faded. Her gaze went behind the unknown man and widen at the sight of a deserted plain.
“They’re all gone....”
Her mutter was strained slightly as she swallowed against her rough throat. For days she had been wandering around these barren lands with no one in sight. She had finally found someone, but her body was weak in its state right now. She hadn’t eaten for days or had a slip of water either. Her heavy breathing had ceased but she was still in taking air through her lips.
The female warrior gazed at the man in front of her, eyes faded. Dehydration was settling in, as her mind began to see double. She shook her head, focusing her vision so that there was only one man in front of her not two blurry ones.
“Who the hell are you?”
She had forced tone in her voice as she spoke to keep it from sounding harsh. She stood with an eased stance waiting for the man to answer her question.
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Post by Valyke on Aug 18, 2006 10:10:01 GMT -5
The man of fire felt an impact, signaling his sword hit. Valyke winced a bit before noticing the woman had caught the deadly blade. She definitely proved to have good reflexes and great fighting capabilities, but he did not contemplate that. The sudden flash of Mayamay, Valyke’s first beloved, completely broke the fragile man in this situation.
Fiery amber eyes, the onyx pupils, shrank as the man released the hilt of his blade from the sudden imagery bestowed in his mind. His eyes remained blind as the unknown Amaya moved down, using her flexibility, leaving a mirage of Mayamay for Valyke’s eyes to see. Heart beats in the man’s chest sped up, and breathing changed, from regular to shallow. Valyke’s eyes shifted rapidly, shaking at the image that was not really there.
Crimson blood seeped through the beautiful woman’s kimono marked of the phoenix tribe. It poisoned the cloth, and ruined her flawless face as some spurted up on to it from the initial hit of the past. Facial expressions were mournful, not a trace of a smile. Valyke knew why this was, but he couldn’t do it, not yet at least.
Contagious shaking and quivering spread through the lean and masculine body of Valyke. Breaths were quickly taken through clenched teeth as the man struggled horridly to regain control. Shaking movements caused his hands to stutter to clasp his head. Valyke’s knees bent inward as his stature shrank from leaning over. Wide eyes and drops of sweat fell to the ground. Valyke fought with his mind. Holding his head firmly with his large hands, his fingers ruffled his blonde hair. Thoughts of war raged on.
No! Why now?! Who is this woman… it couldn’t be her! She’s dead! I-I… I’m the one who- No!
Finally regaining some control, the struggling man blinked, focusing his visions and thoughts. He slowly tilted his chin to see the actual woman who just saw him almost break down and lose sanity. His hands dropped limp to his sides. Whispering, Valyke spoke in a hoarse tone to the woman’s obvious perceptions. His head slowly lowered back down to the ground as he spoke.
“That doesn’t matter right now… but why?”
The dark complicated man with fiery amber eyes shot up, standing straight, tall, with his chin slightly tilted upwards. As he did this, a confused and angry voice slipped from the dry lips. He eyed the stranger, yet familiar face, directly in the eyes.
“But why?! Why do you look like her?! She’s dead!”
The man lowered his tone and relaxed every muscle that tensed up from Valyke’s sudden outburst. His eyes still read with confusion, but no longer, anger, sadness replaced the horrible felling. Valyke leisurely shook his head in disbelief. His eyes closed as his face dropped back down to the sandy, vast floor. Valyke parted his lips and asked softly. His voice somewhat came out as a whimper of pain.
“Why do you look like Mayamay?”
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on Aug 19, 2006 14:20:01 GMT -5
Amaya scowled at the man’s rudeness by telling her that his name didn’t matter. Her amethyst eyes narrowed at him, but then filled with confusion.
“Look I--”
She was cut short by the man yelling at her. Her looks, something reminded him of another girl. She looked down at herself, her attire, was someone else wearing what she wore. She fiddled a little with the skin tight dress she wore that was tight on her feminine figure and showed how rather voluptuous she was especially how the dress grabbed in all the right spots. She gazed back up at the man, her red hair tossed about by her head movement and the dry desert winds.
This man then raised his voice once more at her. To him, she looked like someone that should be dead. She blinked her face crunched into a confused form, as far as she knew she wasn’t dead. She looked at her arms and the heathy-looking skin that covered the muscles and bones beneath. She didn’t look dead, this whole thing made Amaya’s mind boggle. This is what she got for being nosey. She simply wanted to know about the fight, but now the fight had long vanished and she was now being interrogated.
She looked up at the guy as he asked her once again as he spoke to her, now she was really confused and somewhat angered. Who was this Mia-may person he was speaking of? She tensed up slightly as she strolled up to the man. With a quick movement, the back of her hand made contact with his cheek, hoping to create a stinging sensation not just skim his flesh. Her soft amethyst eyes were narrowed into a rather annoyed glare.
“Look I don’t know who this Mia-may or what ever the hell her name is. I don’t know how or why I look at her, but I’m not her! Quit asking me why I look like her! I don’t know why! Quit asking me all these stupid questions!”
She yelled her voice was harsh as she glared. She turned around, her red hair cracked softly like a whip due to the speed in which she spun around. She stomped to where she was standing before she went up to Valyke and back handed him. She stopped, exhaling deeply and grumbled. Her mind told her to apologize to her outburst, but her attitude and pride told her to ignore him. Her head was slightly turned and her light purple iris was at the corner of her eye catching a small glimpse of the man that was behind her.
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Post by lunlie on Aug 19, 2006 21:06:29 GMT -5
The sudden attack took Lunlie by surprise; she had been no where near ready to face the attack. Now crumpled up on the ground pain surging through her legs, the pain wasn’t anything compared to what her father had put her through when she had been his captive. The attacker had indeed ripped into her ankles, but not into her tendons and bones. She was able to get up and leave with the pain of walking on her feet, but still able to get up. Since she had been trained to take the pain Lunlie carefully started to get up steadying herself for another attack. When another didn’t come Lunlie looked around. The hound had left and the attacker seemed to lose interest quick and also leave. Now there were only the two other people, Valyke and some mystery woman. Both how ever seemed engaged in their own business.
What ever. Let him stay here. He really confessed me and caused me trouble. If he wants to take the trouble to find me again then it is up to him. I’m out of here.
Quickly bandaging her wounds to brace the pain that would race through her as she started to move she took off into the mystery waste land. She hadn’t a thought about where she would turn up but she knew she had to think about things other than her ankles. If one didn’t accept or let their brain process the injury it would sense the pain. Picking up foot after foot Lunlie raced off into the black clouds of dust that surrounded her.
Where shall I go? Who can I go to? I don’t know. Wait.
A memory of a group of people came to her mind. This group of people were thieves that Lunlie had known since she was little. She knew they wouldn’t help her, but they would give her a place where she could stay away from everything until she was ready to face the world again. That is where she was heading. To bad she didn’t know where to find these people, but she knew there was a place she was sure to find a member.
A city bar!
o.o.c.- sorry I'm leaving... seems like I'm not really in this thread any more... not involved and being skipped... so I'm leaving... hope to meet up with you Valyke again...
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“This is one fucked up way to die…” cough, “out of all the things father taught me, it is to be able to deal with pain. But that doesn’t help me now. I could with stand the pain, but I didn’t know how to take care of my wounds.” Sigh! “Thanks dad. I get a wound I can handle and an infection is going to take the last of my life from me. What a waste of a life, to die not living life the way I wanted. Almost my hole life I had lived in slavery of my father and now when I’m free I die from not knowing how to take care of my wounds. Hahaha…”
Her soft chuckles trailed off as the fleeting energy finally was gone. Lunlie had woken up this way; unable to move from loss of energy and pain in her legs. The infection that had festered in her body worked its way through her body at amazing speed. Lunlie didn’t believe sickness could kill her like it was, but now the full effect of the wound finally registered. She was going to die soon. It wouldn’t be as soon as she passed out, but it would only be moments after her last deep sleep set in that it would become permanent.
“God how I wish I could…” her voice started to fade away into the wind.
Her body finally asleep and useless her body crumpled to the side; lifeless. Her chest still slowly rose with labor. Beast all around sensed the soon to be death and gathered to started to fight over the dead corpse. The amount of meat Lunlie’s body would provide was a treat to the beast out in the waste. Silence hit the air making static electricity run through the air sending the vibes of death. Sloely the beast gather and start a fight for her corpse.
Pyran… look after her soul…
o.o.c.- R.I.P. Lunlie
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Sept 10, 2006 15:34:33 GMT -5
Valyke was about to ask the woman who she was again, his mind still blinded and clouded from images of the past. Unfortunately when his mouth formed to ask the question, the man was suddenly and hurtfully snapped out of his angered and haunted mode. A stinging sensation fell upon his cheek as the woman slapped him. She didn’t even hesitate! Amber eyes went wide in shock from the sudden hand contact. The stunned suntanned man stood there in front of the woman as she yelled at him. She walked away from him as he blinked quickly soaking in all that had happened and all that was said.
His eyes relaxed noticing that he was harsh on her just because she looked like his lost love one. It definitely wasn’t her, Mayamay was much more gentler than this strong woman. Valyke turned away and shifted his eyes back and forth. He was about to apologize for how his memories took him over. His lips parted slowly stuttering a bit to apologizing, he was horrible at doing this.
Valyke began to say his apology until it clicked that she hurt him. His head shook back and forth quickly releasing and throwing away the thought of apology. The man’s finger shot out in front of him pointing at the woman in astonishment and surprise because he had just remembered she had slapped him. His voice stuttered in unbelief. His eyes were not angered or filled with annoyance, it was just pure surprise. He had never been struck by a woman before. His finger shook as the word “you” came out of his mouth in a high pitched, yet masculine voice towards the woman who had returned to her previous spot.
“You-you—You slapped me!”
His eyebrows arched back as a whimpering puppy would do. His finger was still out pointing, but it was slowly curving and dropping back down to his side. His eyes remained on her figure staring her in the eyes as she looked at him from the corners of her alluring and powerful eyes. She definitely with no doubt had an attitude.
“That hurt!”
His head turned away from her figure as he mumbled to himself. Valyke took a small step to move forward, but was cut off when his foot stepped on his faithful blade. His eyes maneuvered down to the unsheathed sword. His thoughts remained on the thought that she hit him. He grumbled under his breath as he made the effort to bend down and grip the hilt. Valyke curled his fingers around the clothed hilt and stood up from his bending position. Carefully, he slid the blade back into its proper sheathing. Softly, his eyes moved ti the woman. His lips moved slowly with a defiant voice, however it was soft-spoken. His lips pouted a bit as the worded was uttered to the air.
“Jerk.”
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on Sept 20, 2006 16:28:38 GMT -5
A small chuckle escaped the fiery woman’s lips at the feeble retaliation towards her. She turned to him, her right hand resting in the curve of her waist. Her scarlet hair laid over her shoulder as she glanced at the stunned man. She parted her lips as she spoke with a sarcastic tone.
“Well duh, I wouldn’t have hit you if it wasn’t suppose to hurt...”
The sniveling man whimpered like a whipped puppy and a cruel smirk crossed her face. She enjoyed this. The thought of having power over a man. A sex thought to have power over women, but Amaya’s ego wouldn’t allow that. She would never be walked over by anyone, let alone a man. Her spirit wouldn’t allow her to be a doormat.
Valyke, the name unknown to the female fire demon, muttered something to the air. Amaya’s amethyst hued eyes read his lips to the word ‘jerk’ and this only made her laugh out loud. She pulled her gloved left hand to her lips to hide the large smile upon her lips and the dying giggles escaping from her mouth. This man, he whimpered like a puppy and he couldn’t come back with a decent comeback either? Staying in her company this man would be wrapped around her finger within a day as long as he didn’t find out her weakness. She put her hand from in front of her mouth to the other side of her hip as she parted her lips to talk once more.
“Jerk? That’s all you could come up with? I’m use to being called a bitch, but a jerk? That all seems childish to me...”
Placing on foot in front of another she took long strides back towards the man. As she stood infront of the man, she grumbled in the back of her head at her misfortune. She wasn’t much of a threat since she just came up to the man’s collarbone that was just above his chest. Standing on the ends of her boots she increased her height. Her violet hued eyes met his amber orbs with a stern glare.
“But let’s get one thing straight, I’m not Maiamay or whatever the hell her name is, my name’s Amaya. If you want my attention call me by the right name.”
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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I'm like a wildfire...When I start, no one can stop me.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Oct 10, 2006 18:49:11 GMT -5
Valyke rubbed the skin of his cheek. He could still feel the burn. The flesh was warm as redness outlined the shape of her hand. A slight groan escaped his clenched teeth, the corner of his lip expressing a grimace. Her sarcastic caught his attention. His amber eyes looked at her with his hand still placed on his cheekbone. Her tone of voice went right under his skin. It pissed his off but the man of fire kept his cool as she rambled on in her annoying voice.
His fiery amber eyes narrowed to her smirk. Valyke crossed his arms and lifted his chin. Blond eyebrows raised his eyes still narrow. Valyke gave a suave but stubborn look as his eyes watched the lips of her mouth. She continued to think she was dominating over him; the fact was, she wasn’t. The young man stood his ground taking her comments like they weren’t affecting him. His eyes gazed down her body as she admitted she was used to being called names, but never jerk.
Her outfit was the most formfitting wardrobe he had ever seen. It outlined her every detail in her curves. She was definitely confident in the department of her body. It was hard to admit, but Valyke said in the back of his mind how she intrigued him, in a weird sense, but seducing. His eyes moved back to her eyes. Violet orbs of cockiness. His eyes became lighter, but there wasn’t much of a change. Amber eyes followed the woman’s movements closer to him.
His eyes dropped in height as she neared him. Valyke struggled to hold his laugh at the fire lady’s height. She barely reached his collarbone and she was having a grand old time thinking she was the dominant of the two by shooting out comments. The thought tickled him silly, she was so short compared to him. The blond hair man began to laugh even more, his shoulder beginning to shake. All of a sudden, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The suave look vanished as his mouth opened to a laugh.
Valyke’s arms grasped his sides he was laughing so hard. This was hilarious to him. He was a little hunched over from his laughing. His eyes looked straight into hers from eye level, with tears almost falling. Through his laughs Valyke struggled to talk.
“Your—your so sh-short!”
Fully standing up, Valyke wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and took a deep breath in. The grin on his face never vanished. He hadn’t laughed like that for a long time. He patted her on the shoulder in a thanking manner and wiped the grin from his lips as he looked at her. He shrugged his shoulders and parted his lips in reply to her cocky sputtering.
“Besides, I could have called you something else, like whore…or perhaps even slut. Only because of this…”
Valyke quickly moved his hands to under her arms and traced down her body with his two index fingers, moving down along her curving body. He rested his hands on his hips and patted them only to emphasize his point. The grin widened in cockiness, the exact same cockiness she gave to him.
“See what I mean?”
He rested his hands back on his own hips and shook his finger in front of her nose just like how a mother would scold her children.
“So…How many men have you slept with?”
Valyke threw back his head in laughter. Man, he was having a grand old time. He had a feeling this would be a beautiful friendship. He snapped to attention when he had a flashback of how Amaya messed his first love’s name of Mayamay. His tone became serious but gentle as he grabbed Amaya’s nose between his index and middle finger. His eyes were narrow and he spoke correcting her mistake and leaning in close to her face.
“Oh, and it’s enounced Mayamay, not Maiamay. Learn it slut…oops sorry…I thought that was your name. Learn it Amaya.”
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nightrain
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Post by nightrain on Oct 10, 2006 20:39:54 GMT -5
Amaya’s buttons slowly began to be clicked into place as Valyke laughed at her and began to make comments about her unfortunate height. The upper point of her right eyebrow arched and began to twitch with a hidden anger. Fists began to tighten to much that had she not been wearing her leather gloves her nails would have caused her to bleed from them digging into the flesh of her palm. She felt heat rise into her face from pure anger of this man provoking her. She released a small sigh.
“Don’t let him get to you Amaya, show him that you have control...”
Unfortantly Amaya’s ego took a brutal hit at the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’. Her body began to tremble at pure anger. This man had the gull to actually call her that and even worse. He watched as his fingers traced her hourglass figure only to settle on her well curved hip. Amaya’s head turned slightly, flipping her vibrant scarlet hair slightly. This man had just snapped her last nerve at his mention of her apparent ‘promiscuous’ activities. Amaya’s mind was on one thing: revenge, Valyke would not get away with this.
So blinded by anger Amaya’s ears did not pick up his last sentence correcting her on his lost love’s true name and his last name calling attempt. An evil smirk spread across her lips as she considered their distance. There would be no escaping from an retaliation from her. Amaya’s feet shifted back, just slightly, the right distance would be needed for her plan to work. The next move was quick and painful, not painless. Her hard, sharp-pointed boot came up and in to Valyke’s groin full force with full intent of crippling the man.
Amaya looked at the man quickly before turning back away. Footsteps were muffled by the sands of the fire region. Slender, gloved hands sat on her hips as she began to walk away.
“Find your own way out of this damn desert!”
She yelled at Valyke hoarsely as she continued walking to leave him in the desert sands. Amaya would be displeased if he got up and followed her, but she smiled to herself. She had gotten her point across that she was not one to be bossed about. She figured if he followed, she could handle it, but as for now her goal was to get something to fill her stomach and moisten her mouth. Something would have to be nearby, but her pace slowed. Amethyst eyes glanced back, was he following her?
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~..Valyke Makolo..~
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I'm like a wildfire...When I start, no one can stop me.
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Post by ~..Valyke Makolo..~ on Oct 30, 2006 12:26:14 GMT -5
Valyke released Amaya's nose and a chuckle from his lips emitted. This woman, Amaya, was quite amusing to him. He hadn't laughed like that for the longest time. The chuckles evolved into laughter as he looked back on the conversation they just had. He brought a hand up to his eyes drying the tears that were beginning to form in the corners if his eyes from all his laughing. A sigh exhaled when Valyke finished his amber eyes. The man of fire gazed at the woman in front of him and her expression; obviously he got under her skin.
She had it coming...
Valyke's expression went from obnoxiously content to questioning. His eyes narrowed in confusion when he saw Amaya shift. There was no time for reaction. He wouldn't be quick enough to save him the pain that he was about to experience. Amber eyes went into surprise. His mouth gaped open as he saw her pointed boot coming up closer to his most obvious weakness. The young man tried to block, but by the time his hands touched her leg his dignity vanished from his inner core. A crippling feeling shock shot through his body, the origin from his groin. Pain, nothing but pain consumed him. To anyone else this would be a comic scene, but from Valyke's point of view, this is so much different for him. His breath caught holding in a scream of pain. His pride was officially gone for the time being. Valyke bit his bottom lip as his fiery amber eyes dimmed to tightly closed eyelids.
I guess...
The crippled man felt the feeling in his legs leave him. The pain was so much to bare. Valyke fell to his knees, collapsing to the sandy floor. The poor guy was doubled over as Amaya walked in the opposite direction of her victim. His hands automatically laid over his groin. Muffled curses and whimpers of torture escaped his bitten lips; tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. The man of dimming fire looked up at the striding woman through one eye.
...I had it coming too.
Pain was still there as Valyke slowly stood up, his hand still gently rubbing. The young man called out to her with one hand stretched out trying to catch her attention. The voice that cut through the air was whimpering yet had noticable hints of laughter. For some reason, a grin wiped across his lips. He regained his balance and jogged cautiosly. He was still waiting for the pain to ease.
"Wait...wait up!"
Valyke's jog slowed as he noticed that her own pace had slowed. He stopped fully and just gazed at her for a moment. Valyke saw a flash of Mayamay exactly where Amaya stood. Realizing he was accidentally staring the blond man shook his head and took a step forward. Muffled laughs came out as he closed the distance between them. He gave the fiesty woman a smile of apology as he tried to make up. He walked in front of her and politely placed his hands on her feminine shoulders. He kept the bottom half of his body at a bit more distance from hers, just in case, leaning down a bit.
"I'm sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. My name is Valyke Makolo. And you are?"
He offered a hand to her with a friendlly smile on. He was willing to have an ally, especially one such as Amaya. Valyke stood up straight with his hand still being offered. Amber eyes gazed into amthyst eyes as he waited for a returning response, not to mention waiting for the apin Amaya struck into his groin to fade away. valyke held the smile.
Damn! It's still throbbing!
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mina
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I wear white, but it doesn't mean I'm nice
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Post by mina on Nov 12, 2006 18:08:37 GMT -5
Always the sleaze jobs! I’m always the one to get the bad jobs!
Mina ran fast through the dust bowl of ash, her feet touching the ground only long enough to push off to the next. She had been assigned a very unpleasant job by a high commanding officer. At the gates of the city there was a scope that from the high height on the mountain could look down upon the land of ash. Rarely would you make anything out in the barren land, but an officer who had been monitoring the scope must have seen something and over reacted when he told the commanding officer about a flame erupting from the clouds of ash. He was probably seeing things Mina thought, but since he had insisted her commander wanted her to go check it out. A flame, normally nothing to be worried about since they were in the land of fire, such as this one shot right up as the soldier said was a sign of being lost in the ash fields from new trainees in a their program. Mina remembered when she had almost not found her way out and feared her vampire self dying in the sunlight that would soon rise. Lucky enough she had found a native from the land that had taught her how to travel the land and be in and out in a night. Remembering her sense of lost; it helped her tolerate the mission. It didn’t help much that the heat season was now long gone and snow was going to start to fall; Mina expected a storm soon in this area. Being father enough away from the mountain where the heart of fire and Pyran’s temple is the heat radiating from there didn’t protect here. It only made her want to get out of here quicker, she disliked the cold. A thought of Gyiupee came to mind of how she must feel being frozen under water. Mina wouldn’t see here until the season of earth, the season of growth was back. Lost in thought it hit her hard when the sent of blood reached her noise.
"Well I’ll be damned, the scope watch was right."
Coming over a dune, Mina had just the sad privilege of watching a very beautiful woman crack a young man in his pride. As much as it must hurt him and how wrong it was to do that to a man, he must have deserved it to receive it. The sand muffling her fast steps and the sun lowered they wouldn’t notice her until she wasn’t far away. Getting about ten yards off Mina called out to them to alert them of her presence to not startle them or make them have ill will towards her for sneaking up on them.
“Hello over there!”
Her foot steps finally slowing, Mina closed the rest of the distance at a walking pace. The man stood there with his hand on her shoulder. From the way it looked he was trying to earn peace between him and the woman. Catching her breath from the long run from the city Mina allowed them a moment for what ever needed to be finished between the two. Looking out to the surrounding area she noted how they were not going to get any where any time soon for they were heading straight into the middle of the ash land. If they kept going as they were they’d be lost to the land. Job in mind Mina was farced to proceed even if they hadn’t finished up what ever they were doing. She’d have to have an explanation for the scent of blood in the air not far from here; meaning they were most likely involved.
“Excuse me sir and madam, but a shot of fire erupted into the sky not too long ago. I was sent out to find out what it was and find any one who’d happen to be lost. If you are the lost ones I can lead you back to the city.”
Keeping enough distance from the two and having her hand resting on throwing knives in her belt should they strike out at her for some reason she awaited a response. She showed no means of hostility to them or evidence of being foe. Once she knew if they were to be hostile toward her or not would she ask about the sent of blood.
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