Plenus Astrum: (constructing the next chapter!)

[[Kin_Tora]]

← ωε’яε αll ωατcнιηg [ The Scarred Vagabond ]

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Rain danced upon the windowsill, causing a strange beat of pitter-patter that could induce one to fall asleep. The beat was constant, allowing one to be wrapped within the grasp of the rain drops. No one could resist the grasp of the rains beat, the type of beat that could sooth any emotion. But the ones that were within a large, white, moving truck. A single, laminating spot within the gray shaded world, as its wheels rotated in a rhythm with the rain along with the steady pump of the window wipers, whipping the rain away, out of the wake of the trucks sight.

Two males were sitting in the front seat, one in a uniform while he steadily drove the trunk on the slick, liquidated road. His blue eyes narrowing slightly, to adjust his sights to peer through the strange mist that was gathering up through the rain storm. The driver swore lightly under his breath as he flicked on the radio, setting the beat of the wheels and rain off as the music perched through the silent world. The slumped over figure, sitting next to the driver, paid no mind to the music, somewhat welcoming the music that now pulsed through his mind.

Shifting slightly as repressed memories from his past came back to haunt the young man’s dreams. With a silent snort, the young man sat up slightly and looked around the truck, under the cover of his hooded vest and the warmth of his jacket. Dark eyes wondered across the interlaced center of the truck’s driver and passenger seat. For a moment, the figure closed his eyes once more, another image flashed in his head and his eyes were jerked opened by a sudden jolt. He sat up, hearing the rain, music, and looked upon the red octagon in front of the two. He blinked a few moment; feeling dried saliva that had hardened to his chin and the young man quickly chipped it off as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “We’re almost there…say, I never understood why you wanted to move from a small rural area…that’s a long way from here. Where were ya’ staying when ya’ began to move, anyway?” The driver asked as the man had fully sat up after he finished scrapping the dried spit from his chin Darks eyes looked upon the driver for a moment before he adjusted himself in his seat and took a loud yawn that filled his vacant lungs for a moment.

“Ohhh~I just planned on staying in a hotel” Was the young man said as he pulled down his hood, revealing the lengthy, chestnut hair that was locked beneath the hood, his soft eyes scanning the masked window as his legs masked the left side of his face. The driver chuckled somewhat and looked over at the darker skinned man, who was an easy later teen years younger than himself (The driver himself was, easily, in his early forties.)

“So, where ya' heading again? I mean, no one visits Inner City any'ore” The driver asked, looking over his shoulder at his companion who was starring out his passenger window, looking upon the forest that was masked by the mist as if trying to seek some sort of answer. As the passenger did not say anything, the driver sighed for a moment as he pushed back his hair from his lightly wrinkled features. Stretching his body once again, the passenger simply returned to stare out the window into the misty world. "Pleasant River." Was the passenger's banal response, causing the driver to sigh as he once again focused to focus upon the misty road. The silences once again encased the inside of the car, the music still causing the windows of the vehicle to vibrate. As the silences continued, the driver spoke up once again after a few more minutes. "Never quite got ya' name, friend. Name's Jason." The driver said, drawing the passengers attention once again, before he nodded with a petite nod. "Ah, you can call me Jack." The man introduced himself with a wide smile as the white truck once again came to a stop before a sign.

'Inner City: 10 miles'


The ruffling of an opened chip bag brought Austin back to reality, as he watched the sign disappear once again into the mist. The lights rolled over the sign, making it scarcely visible in the thick, gray scaled mist. What was with this strange mist? The head lights of the van only illuminated only so far ahead of the van, caressing the asphalt road that stretched out before them. Jason’s hand delved into the chip bag as the older man had begun to snack, and the man batted his eyes once as he lowered his head between the space of his shoulder and the window. The mist appeared to consume all that which was not inflamed, and Austin found his attention spreading out, breeding its horizon as he attempted to find even the fainted sight of life. The young man could not have helped but wonder, if he had left the van without some reason of light, would the mist just as easily delete him from the world, as it had the sign? If he jumped from the van, would he join her, the woman, in the after world?

The ruffling of the chip bag once again moving brought ”Jack’s” attention from the window as he gazed, unblinkingly, upon the driver. “Want some?” Jason asked with a smile, which had caused his features to wrinkle and change with the odd facial feature. One that ‘Jack’ had not had for some time, filling him with a strange feeling that had erupted from the depth of “Jack’s” sealed off emotions. Noiselessly, ‘Jack’ rose his hand, extending it towards the offered bag of chips. But the man stopped short, before he took the bag from Jason, and shook his head before ‘Jack’ spoke up, rubbing his facial hair covered chin. “Nah, I’m in the mood for something more…diclinous.” He stated simply, before he reached down the length of the seat, popping open a bottle of water, before downing half of it, and screwing the bottle shut once again. Jason blinked once again, before he shrugged and snacked upon the chips once again, speaking in a hushed tone as his opposite hand drummed upon the wheel as he drove. “So you on of ‘em diabetic?” Jason asked as he diligently balanced the bag of ships, and the young man simply grunted. Was that even an answer? Mutely, ‘Jack’ nuzzled himself against the door, and the cool, transparent surface of the glass that glowered out over the mist.

Steadily, the man allowed himself to drift away into yet another dream as he listened to the steady rumbling of the van, the drumming of Jason as he snacked upon chips, and even the noiseless mist that existed outside of the van. Jason simply smiled as the radio filled with the noxious sound of static, and the man leaned forward, and a single movement of his index finger had changed the station to a CD copy of some sort of classical music. As the music filled ‘Jack’s’ ears, his half sheepish mind could instantly classify it: Fantasy Impromptu directed and composed by Chopin. In music, it was an interesting choice. Perhaps Jason was a closet fan of Chopin and his work, ‘Jack’ on the other hand austerely enjoyed the song as it eased his trouble mind, helping the young man’s mind to ease into a steady rhythm of REM sleep.

How long had it been since the van can to a stop? ‘Jack’ was only part awake when the Van came to a halt, and the young man stirred as Jason turned off the vehicle, ushering the young man to speak once again. “We there, already?” Almost surprised, Jason gazed at the stirring ‘Jack’ as he pulled the keys from the ignition of the moving van. “Not exactly, had to make a pit stop. Got a flat. Be back in a jiff.” Jason said with a smile, and ‘Jack’ squirmed about in his seat, before he managed to worm his way into an erected position. Batting his eyes once again, and ‘Jack’ simply shook his head, grumbling to himself, watching as Jason had left the driver side door ajar, allowing the grey scaled mist to seed into the van, causing ‘Jack’ to feel, the all too human chill to once again creep up his spine. Was some hurt out there? The question rung within his mind, causing the young man to once again squirm in displeasure, as he wrenched his dark lids shut, wrinkling his features, before his hand lashed out.

Jason was kneeling next to the van, as he looked over the wheel; it had not only been slashed, but utterly destroyed. His fingers rummaged over his stubble and wrinkled covered chin, before he sighed and shook his head, before Jason was inarticulate to himself, as if it could come to a final answer. “What could have done this?” Sudden movement from within the mist, caused Jason to jump, and blink when he noticed it was simply ‘Jack’, taking a small walk. “Mr.Jason, how far is it?” He asked, a smile peeking at his lips, and Jason sighed once again as ‘Jack’ found himself infatuated with the flatten, desolated tire. Thinking for a moment, Jason calculated to himself before speaking up once again, a small smile upon his worn features. “About a mile, if not a little more. Why?”
“Just wondering~”

With that idea, Jason’s faltering beam grew wider as he nodded, searching his pockets, before tossing a flash light to ‘Jack’, who snatched it from the air with little effort. “Ooh~We got ourselves a jock here.” The driver teased, and Austin simply shook his head, before he stared upon the small metal object in his hand, and Austin flashed it upon Jason. “No~just a killer/” He corrected, before turning upon his heels, before he began strolling down the road, waving over his shoulder. ”A…a what?” Jas stammered before playing it off as a joke, turning back to the tire, the presence of cold steel pressured against the back of the older man’s scalp, and Jason chuckled, nervousness hinting at the older man’s voice and ‘Jack’ spoke up. “You know when I said I was crying something a little more…tasty then chips?” ‘Jack’ mused as the hammer of the pistol was cocked back, cool sweat beading at Jason’s brow “Are you going to cry old man? How inappropriate.” ‘Jack’ hissed between clenched teeth, a wide grin as thunder echoed through the diming mist, ‘Jack’ holding his large pistol in the air, discarding his hood as his smile grew. “By the way, I apologize. My names not Jack, no-no, its Vash. Vash Tepes.” And the large gun once again slipped into its scabbard as he licked the blood from his fingers, strutting forward.

‘Welcome to Inner City.’

[Cold Kisses]

Consao + Brody = Misery, Pain, Death, And Me, BRODA.

I am the daughter of Brody and Consoa.
You virtuous buffoons have taken from me
my father.
You have taken from me my childhood to
experience happiness.
So now I will return the favor and take from you
your very existence.

A beautiful tanned body dress in all white with barely traces of all black could be seen in the shadows. Her blond hair bright as a Kings crown, her eyes amethyst resembling that of a ripe eggplant, a curvy figure that held at the bottom beautiful long legs, and lips that force any guy to beg to be kissed! She was her mothers child in terms when it came to beauty but please don’t let that fool you. When it came to her father then it was as if Brody himself had raised this teen. Her attitude could be described as immoral, vile, revolting and pestering. If you weren’t a ally of hers then you would come to completely detest her! Well at least everyone she had come across had done. Right now she could feel the multiple presences gathering up which meant her mother had already sent the group out. Well, that means everything was about to be taking into accord. Finally, after she visited a special someone then she would go begin her assault on the murderers of her bloodline. Did they really think that the ones before them would just get away with doing such a thing? If they thought that then they were bigger fools then Broda gave them credit for.

Before she made it to her un-timed appointment she would have to feed and now. Now her being what she was, which was a amalgam or better known as a hybrid of the two main species then she could either have blood or meat. It just depended on whatever she was in the mood for and as of tonight, her tongue had a taste for, body fluid. Now who was going to be her next victim? Her plum eyelets gazed around almost franticly until she came in sight with a woman who seemed to be coming to age. She was beautiful, fit, and she seemed to resemble the age meter of about twenty-three if she had to guess. She would do just fine and this would be perfect because she had to practice her luring skills. That was the way she was planning to trap the ragnar male. What was his name again? That’s right, Casion. She was going to lure the boy in with her good looks, seduce him, and when he was weakened kill him. As far as Andrea, well it would be similar. Not to many young female lycans to play with and so she could form a best friend relationship with her and then once her guard was lowered, kill her. So it didn’t matter what order she did it in, as long as it got done.

Those purple hues turned and looked at the woman and she looked back stopping in her tracks almost as if a wall had forced her to do. Now what Broda found amusing is that this wasn’t even a discipline that she was using, she just happened to be that striking when it came down to beauty or maybe it was a discipline that she didn’t know she was using. Either way the woman seemed to be mesmerized and that was all that she need. She raised one of her cuticles and made the gesture saying, “come here?”When the gesture was made a smile that could like up the emptiest darkness in space was shown. The woman went so far as to drop her purse and just walk right over. Each time she took a step forward Broda took a quicker step backward. The poor woman couldn’t even tell that she was being lured into a darker alley. They alley was so dark that Broda’s complete body frame disappeared and all that was seen was those oculus of hers. When the woman entered she would never see day again. Broda was not nice when it came to killing. She didn’t drain them slow or lustfully like most vampires did. No, she was more like a Lycan, she would make it hurt as much as she could and enjoy every last single gurgle, and scream.

The woman had finally snapped back into reality and looked around but it was far too late. Her armed was grasped tightly, it could have been compared to a lustful rape grip. The ladies eyes widened in horror before she was yanked down to the ground slamming hard into the ground on her back. She screamed loudly until the figure came into the soft alley light. It was a Broda. Now for some reason she must have thought it was a rapist because Broda could hear her heart return to it’s normal beating. Broda leaned over and kissed the woman on the lips to calm her and the woman kissed back accepting Broda. The womens Body easily became aroused and that was exactly how she wanted her. She liked her food better hot. That thought made her chuckle after the kiss and instead of two pathetic fangs protruding from her mouth, all her teeth seemed to change at will to resemble that of a muzzle. The woman opened her eyes from the kissed and before she could let out a shriek of horror, those jaws of death slammed into her neck violently. She writhed around releasing deafening screaks and whines. The woman was crying because of how fast death was approaching and how much pain was directed threw her body. It didn’t take her much longer to die and thank god because if she hadn’t shut up, she was prepared to rip out the inner lining of her stomach. After she died then she felt like eating so loud crunching sounds of flesh being abused could be heard. She was a shipshape eater because when she stood there was no blood on her white clothes, or her golden hair.

Her tongue extended from her mouth licking over and around her tasty lips and she walked. Tomorrow on the news people would cry at just the sight of the woman. She would make sure to watch it. Now, she could get back too her normal idea. She was in no rush so she just decided to strut her sexiness along the way. Men gazing, women jealous, and all species wanting what they would never have. It was all just too humorous. Soon she came to a dark what appeared to be palace and she didn’t bother knocking. Why, well because she was rude like that. She made her way inside and there she was. The smartest woman on the planet and yet broad could not bring herself to even try and kill her. It was annoying really. She wanted to kill this woman because of her arrogance but she felt something telling her no each time the thought came and what was more annoying is that she knew what Broda was thinking….all the time! She could tell why everyone hated this woman. She was good at getting under peoples skin and just rubbing them the wrong way. Hell, who did they think she was getting her manipulative ways from? A beautiful, stoic, and yet cold face flowed smoothly from her now quenched lungs,” So Tsukiko, what information do you have for me?

Your deaths will not be quick.
Your deaths will not be painless.
I will make you suffer until your heart stops
beating.
I will then go about of making your heart
beat again and then I will kill you again.
You shall suffer despair over and over
and over again until i get bored of
watching your eyes stare at me
and then I will give you the ultimate
death of my fangs. You all will be buried beneath
my father because that's what your are,
his subjects. His legacy shall live on.

[Ryo Sho Sen]

ω н є и -- p є o p ℓ є -- к є є p -- т є ℓ ℓ i и ԍ -- y o υ -- т н a т -- y o υ -- c α и ' т -- ∂ o -- α -- т н i и ԍ
y o υ -- ω o я к -- є v є и -- h α я ∂ є я -- т o -- p я o v є -- т н є м -- ω я o и ԍ

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The sun had long since fallen from the sky and the moon had risen to take its place. Its pale ghostly light shone down upon the forest that surrounded the city. This had once been a place of exile and refuge for an unfortunate group of lycans. The famed Ragnar pack, the very same that had been struck down…only to rise from the ashes again and take back their rightful place in the city. However, the victory had come with a heavy price. Familiar piercing golden eyes stared out over the field…and ancient burial ground. This was the resting place of all the Ragnar that had passed away. It was a beautiful but solemn place. Wildflowers sprouted up from the ground in clusters all over the place, decorating the ground and the graves made of logs, sticks and twine. The entire field was littered with crosses, a testament to the Ragnars past struggle. However there was one grave that stood out amongst the others. In the center of the field, a small flowering sapling stood, a testament of growth and life. The small sprig of a tree was the grave marker of the past Ragnar leader…Caska DaCiana.

And standing before it looked like the ghost of the great alphaess herself. Had anyone strolled into the field, they might have frozen at the sight of her standing there. Hair as dark as ebony fell in soft ribbons and caressed the young girl’s soft cheeks. Her sun kissed skin had a healthy glow to it, and her eyes…her eyes were what really stood out. Like all DaCiana’s she had eyes like molten gold. Andrea DaCiana, was the spitting image of her mother…who laid buried at her feet. Yes Caska Nicoleta DaCiana had given birth before leaving the living world. Twins in fact, a little boy and girl. They were her legacy, her hopes and her dreams.

Or at least that was always what Papa had told her.


Her mother had been a beloved leader, and just an amazing individual. Andrea and her brother owed their comfortable lives to her. Her death had brought about an era without war…because she had taken the creature known as Brody with her to the grave. Andrea took pride in being the daughter of such a woman. However at the same time, there was a part of her that had wished that her mother had not made such a sacrifice. Standing at her mothers grave was unfortunately as close as she would ever come to meeting her. Suddenly a low whine pierced the silence, causing Andrea to tear her eyes away form the sprig of a tree and glance down. Her yellow eyes were met with a pair of cerulean blue one, belonging to her self appointed guardian of sorts. “Geez Artemis, would you chill out just this once” the young lycan rolled her eyes. And the white German shepherd just seemed to sulk afterwards. Andrea was always running off by herself. And to make it worse, Andrea never told people when she was leaving or where she was going. She liked to compare herself to the wind...she came and went as she pleased. No one controlled the wind! Andrea may have Caska’s looks, but she had defiantly not inherited her mothers calm and even tempered demeanor.

“Besides Miria never said I couldn’t go out….she just said I couldn’t go out alone, and I didn’t...I have you!” the spunky teen smirked as she looked down at her dog. Artemis did not look amused in the very least. However Andrea just continued to grin, thinking she was quite the clever one. She may as well enjoy the moment now, because when Miria finally tracked her down there would be lecturing. OH the agony of Miria’s lectures was enough to make the young lycan want to stick her head into the ground like an ostrich. Andrea just sighed as Atremis’ whining didn’t seem to stop. “Fine! We’ll head back to the city…but I’m not going back home yet” she didn’t feel like negotiating with the damn dog tonight. Besides she had duties to uphold. Whether Artemis liked it or not, Andrea was a Guardian of the pack and the humans that dwelled in the city. She and her brother made sure that their mother’s beliefs were upheld. Andrea then looked once more upon her mother’s grave and smiled. “I’ll come back later, and I’ll be sure to tell you all about the time Grea put a bunch of lizards in Miria’s bed” And with that the teenaged lycan turned on her heel and walked out of the clearing, leaving the dead to rest in peace. Artemis as always trailed faithfully behind the young DaCiana.

“I don’t know why you are always fussing, it’s not like I always get into trouble” Andrea mutter as they walked through the thicket of trees. Although that was a lie, when Andrea was out by herself trouble seemed to always find her…or she seemed to find it. Which probably didn’t do much good for her poor father’s heart. She just wasn’t the most cautious girl…she was young, and with youth…came lapses in judgment and blatant stupidity. The trees slowly seemed to be thinning, a sign that she was quickly approaching civilization. The smells of the city were already reaching her nose. She took a deep breath and took it all in…however something made her stop and take a second whiff. There was no mistaking it, there mingled with the scent of car exhaust and fast food ….was blood, human and a lot of it. If it was that strong then she knew it wasn’t a merciful feeding, but instead a murderous feast. A low growl stirred in her throat “ those damn parasites can’t follow any rules can they?” she muttered to herself. “Come on Artemis….we better go check this out” [/color]

All she got in response was a low and unhappy whine.











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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
ω ε - - c o и т я o ℓ - - ƒ α т ε

[King Kiyen Kurata]

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Seems like destiny repeats itself.
Two twins, brother and sister,
Guardians of the Ragnar Pack.
Son and Daughter of Caska and Scion.
Andrea and Casion DiCiana!

This young one had been relaxing for quite some time in the dens of the Ragnar pack. He had visited his famous mother earlier. He wished he could remember her and hated when people said that he and his sister looked just like her. That did nothing for even his imagination. When he ever tried to think of her then his sister would come into his mind. He just huffed at the thought. In terms of looks, sure they were equally sexy an equally alike but in terms of attitude they were completely different. She was the all out spunky one, where he would be labeled as composed until provoked otherwise. He could feel someone breathing over him and he just sighed. It was without a doubt the blond known as Grea. When her and Andrea got together then pranks never seemed to stop.

“Casion, where is Andrea?”

Now why did they always decide to come to him like he knew her every move? Sure they were twins but he could only feel when she was in danger and that was because of there guardian traits. He let out a annoyed sigh and gave a simple response,” I don’t know.” Now of course it was obviously a response with please, just leave me alone but when talking to Grea, the conversation would not be done with until she got her way.

“ Well get up and go find her. She’s your sister!” Grea seemed to wonder about Casion sometimes. When it came to his calmness he was a splitting image of Caska but that attitude of his reminded her of Scion way too much but Miria and Grea knew how to deal with it. The red head vixen walked in and stood above Casion. Now this had to be the only person that Casion was afraid of. Why you say? Well because she wasn’t afraid to slap the younger lycans. She took on the role of being there motherly figure and a strict one. She was there aunt. Her voice projected threw the den violently.

“CASION!!!! DO I HAVE TO GO ANY FURTHUR WITH THIS SENTENCE…….”

Why did she always have to open her mouth and scream so damn loud. He immediately rose to his feet and his eyes opened showing golden pearls that improvised exactly what bloodline he came from. He didn’t even respond he let out a annoyed lament and made his way out of the den. Grea looked at Miria almost shocked. She never know how she had those two so …….well tamed. It was obviously for the respect that they had for her. Casion would make his way outside into the dark night and the instant he stepped out a fist was coming towards his face.

Casion didn’t bother to look he just raised his hand and caught it with effortless skill. His pyramid colored hues turned to see red eyes. They weren’t menacing just starring at him. A smirk rose to his face followed by a deep laugh.” You know dad, we go threw this everyday, can’t you try something new?” Scion chuckled for a moment. He was quite proud of his sons progress.

A deep voice admitted from Scion,” Much to my dismay, be careful out there, the both of you.”

Casion shook his head boastfully and he responded calmly.” You worry to much, we can take care of ourselves, were guardians” With that Casion was gone in a flash. The twigs of the forest floor crumbled under his feet being inferior to his weight and the wind blew his short black hair with his haste movements. As he grew closer to the city he stopped. His nose ruffled slightly as he perked his head up and he growled. What the hell was going on? Now usually it would just be a regular pool of blood that he could smell which was understandable due to the vigilant vampires but this was just cruel. It smelled like multiple deaths and a firmament of blood! Who in there right mind would hunt on his and his sisters turf?

This was all Andrea’s fault. It seemed that every time she went out she found trouble and like always he was dragged into it. Oh well, it was no use in complaining but better yet checking the situation out. He let his mortal form celerity carry him nearer and nearer to the city until the air became drenched in the smell of blood. He stepped out from the forest and the look on his face was of pure shock! There were so many dead and yet from what? No, this wasn’t just from one person. It was more like a group or better yet a pack! Before Casion could continue with his examination the sharp claws collided into his face like blind-sided football hit.
He wasn’t one to wince over injuries but the initial hit did send him flying into the middle of the street where he skidded about five feet and then came to a stop. He didn’t bother to look up. He could hear the horde of Lycans and vampires surrounding them but since when do they hunt together like this? It didn’t matter for doing what the did to these innocents then it was unforgivable and they were about to find out exactly why him and his sisters were guardians. It wasn’t going to be long before his sister arrived because threw his keen canine senses then her scent was easily visible as well as Artemis. Casion stood up but his head was still lowered when his spoke his righteous words,” So many deaths and for what, your entertainment, you lustful hunger, your urge to kill? These people hear did not deserve this, this town was peaceful You have no value for life itself after seeing that this assumption is clear, BUT WHEN YOU DISRESPECT WHAT MY MOTHER GAVE HER LIFE FOR,” his eyes golden eyes seemed to be illuminating a brighter gold with his teeth elongating to what appeared to be sharp blades,” THEN YOU CHOSE YOUR PATH, AND THAT’S DEATH!!!!”

The gaggle of vampie and Lycan were trained not to show fear so they didn’t back away but something about the boy was preventing them from attacking or maybe because they were waiting for the presence of the other that was coming there way. Casion knew once his sister arrived then this throng of unknown vampire and Lycan alike would be in for only one thing and that was a painful death. She would not approve of the death of humans so slightly nor her brother being surrounded but what amounted out to be a large number of fiends. Where the hell did they come from? It didn’t matter because his anger wouldn’t allow him to think about such a thing. First they had to be taken care of. They had even feasted upon the regular wolves as if they were just a snack. They were monsters, pathetic creatures that needed to be put to sleep. Well now they had pissed off a not your ordinary Lycan and soon to be another with in the next minute so if they thought any of them would leave her alive then they were wrong. Gaurdians run from no battle especially when the threat is great enough to potentially pose a problem for the Ragnar Pack. Claws and Fangs were about to fly but he would wait for his partner and sister to arrive first and then they all would die, ALL OF THEM!

Each one has to find his peace from within.
And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances which is why me and my sister will not fail
.Peace is it's own reward and our deceased mother has found that.
You will not sully her honorable name.

[[Kin_Tora]]

← ωε’яε αll ωατcнιηg [ The Scarred Vagabond ]

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The truck driver slumped against the side of the vehicle as blood rain around upon the two, the elder man grasping the stump of an arm as he no longer felt the pain of losing a limb, howling in fear at the visual simulation of the wound. Vash had spun about like top upon his heels, his soft footsteps disappearing amongst the silver mist as his digits were lavished in the crimson fluids as the vampire flaunted the severed arm in his clasp, as he sipped at it gently. “Oh dear, I apologize. I must still be a little woozy, Mr. Jason.” The creature teased as his smile grow, tossing the severed limb to away, no longer interested in its limited succulence, as he belted the large pistol too his waits once again. “I didn’t mean to sever your arm.” He admitted with a wicked facial expression as the truck driver attempted to scramble away, to disappear into the silver mist that surrounded them once again, consuming everything around them. But Vash swaggered after him with casual steps, his arms swaying by his side as the pale scars became visible upon his face, winkled and distorted by the smile that shaped his lips.

“You know, I am always captivated by how durable humans are—“ Vash started as he caught up with Jason, the vehicle driver attempted to hide beneath greenery, trailing behind the driver, a trail of crimson blood. “—always racing around like little mice when in trouble or wounded.” His hand clasped the shoulder of Jason through the shrubbery, hoisting the man up with little trouble as he smiled at the older man. “And yet, you always have so much spirit in each one of you.” He stated as Jason swung about his legs, belting them against the body of Vash who did not seem to react.

Without gazing over his shoulder, Vash threw Jason into the asphalt once again, his enjoyment of the situation growing as Jason tumbled into the pavement once again, his wound sputtering up blood as all the jerking about had caused the once cloaking, demi-limb had reopened once again. Jason howled as pain rippled through his body, and Vash spun about once again as Jason curled into a sphere, cradling his wound in a vain attempt to cease the pain. Rising his boot, Vash pressed it against the temple of Jason who ceased his groveling, and the smile of Vash grew once again, threatening to shatter his skull, allowing his skull to fall into two uneven pieces. His leg jerked forward as he kicked Jason over upon the old man’s back. “One, two, buckle my shoe—“ Vash mused as the crippled Jason’s gaze lifted from the ground to watched the scar wrinkle as the pale eyes watched the man lost his will to live, succumbing to the pain that pulsed through his large body. “Three, four, knock at the door—“ Vash continued as he picked up the man and threw him against the passenger door of the moving truck, causing the entire vehicle to shake as Jason appeared out of the opposite door.

“Five, six, pickup sticks—“ The being kept going as he followed Jason through the Moving truck, his hand drawing one of the two ranged weapons and he pressed the barrel against Jason’s fore head. “Seven, eight, lay them straight.” And the muffled sound of thunder echoed into the surroundings, disappearing into the mist as Vash stood up with a sigh, tucking away the pistol. “Oh dear, I still had another six too count.” He stated in a Banal tone, losing interest in the carcass that was once Jason, and he trotted about the truck, a hand wondering up to his scar as he traced it with his fingers. “—so this is Inner City, interesting.” Vash hissed between a grinning jowl as his hands sunk into his pockets. He could smell them, humans by the hundreds. And others like him selves; Vampires. Hopefully they were far more powerful than the ones he had fought before, dying as the fight had truly begun. But an alien scent filled Vash’s nostrils, and he sneezed, his lung compressed as his lips perched.

“Hrm…guess there are Lycans here too.” He grumbled through a disappointed smile that stretched his features, the man still wondering forward, leaving behind the scene of carnage as his boots hit the asphalt with little regard of what was going on. His nostrils twitched once again, and the man sneezed aloud once again as he stopped, gazing over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. There was one closer than he had assumed before. And Vash stopped as he smiled, drawing the same pistol as he checked the ammunition once, his smile faltering once again. Eight shots, and ten in the other gun. Perhaps not enough to deal with a pack of Lycans or Vampires. But more than enough to deal with one or two if they were weak. “Oh deary me, it appears as if my little rampage drew some attention.” He hissed with a chuckle once again as he sheathed his pistol, standing in the middle of the road as his eyes narrowed. He sensed her, and he had a feeling that she sensed him in return. Already, Vash was having fun in this new setting.

So, this is what Inner city was like. Was it worth it?

[Naruna Ito]

A clone you say?
NO, I am now far
advanced then he
will ever be. I am the
perfect warrior and only time
will show it.

Tsukie had been called in by her mother and she made her debut entrance just as Broda had made her way there. She turned to look at the young teenager and gave a nonchalant look. Scion had changed but she did not. She was still as cold as she ever was and due to recent experiments, she was far colder. She still had a curiosity with in her. She listened to Tsukiko intently and then nodded when she heard her orders. She was to be sent to protect the ragnar twins under any cost. The only person allowed to kill them was Tsukiko herself. Tsukie’s cold eyes glared at Broda and then she took her leave. She didn’t have time to deal with her. Her orders were clear. First she had to find them. She had there scent from the first time that Tsukiko herself had met the male so she would find him first.

Some still had no idea who Tsukie was simply because she wasn’t out in the open too much or she was being experimented on by Tsukiko. She was what Scion was suppose to become. A cold warrior capable of taking down the strongest foe. Yes, Scion had failed because he was weak and because of that Caska woman. She corrupted his mind with that love nonsense and yet they were supposed to be the ultimate team. Well, that was his lost she could have taught him a lot about his so called power. She was far more advanced then he was now. While he was raising twin pups then she was getting stronger each day. In physical terms she was far stronger then he could ever have become. Simply because she had nothing holding her back from getting strong. Either way you look at it she was the stronger sibling. Before leaving she grabbed her giant claymore sword that was clearly taller than she stood which is why It had to be strapped on her back on a sort of angle position.

She made her way threw the forest and stopped sniffing the air. What was this that she was smelling? It was the blood of innocents and not that she cared. It was something more masked with in those scents. She would check it out. She let her gorgeous legs travel threw the forest and there she saw a crowd surrounding someone. She wasn’t going to interfere until she heard the young male’s voice. He was spitting out some nonsense of disrespecting his mother’s last wish? Well this was without a doubt her target and it seemed like he was outnumbered.

She sighed followed by a low growl and took a huge leap landing in the area where Casion was surrounded. The ground cracked beneath her and she stood up straight. She was taller then Scion. She moved closer to him almost expecting him. Her hands grabbed his cheeks roughly and turned his head back and fourth inspecting for scars or cuts but she saw nothing. She shoved his face away and then leaned in closer taking in his scent. It would have looked as she was giving him a passion mark if seen from a distance but in all reality, she was simply memorizing his scent. Once that was done she extended her hand in a smile and the instant he reached his out her human-like muzzle would tear into them. She was getting a blood sample.

She would disregard his screams of pain or his shocked look. Once down she let the blood from her shark-like jaws sink into a vial. She would seal it up and then glare at the others around him. Her eyes would turn red and overly loud growl would erupt from her mouth as if she was some kind of new being and in fact she wasn’t your normal Lycan. Nor was she here for any games. She was only here to protect the annoying brat who was without her knowing her nephew in a sense. It seemed that the unwelcome pack was getting restless and decided to charge in. A dive from a lycan had occurred and Tsukie’s eyes darted to the left and her now clawed hand extended and slammed into the Lycan with one swift stroke. When it hit then the mysterious lycan slammed hard into the ground and half of his face was gone. Her red eyes glared down at it as her haired flowed freely from each movement. This riled up the others and she looked up with a different face now. It seemed that her change was close to taking place. Fangs protruded from her mouth and her claws were much larger than before. She reached behind her back off mounting the monstrous sword on her back and if they thought just because it was huge and she was a woman that it couldn't be wielded like a feather then they should take note that the weapon was grasped with one hand..

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”

[Shiroi bara no hanabira]

LYRA

Lyra huffed, crossing her arms in displeasure. As expected the woman was no where to be found. She disappeared frequently though so Lyra wasn't worried. Lady Awa could hold her own. Lyra had some sort of unrelenting fate in the powerful woman. Grief only made her look harder, more untouchable and thus even more attractive to the young vampire girl. It was no secret she had disliked Loki with a fiery passion but now he was gone and with both him and master Novious passed away the Assamites had twice as much reason to claim vengeance. However at the present time non of them seemed very interested in that which struck Lyra as extremely foolish. She would never forget and more importantly she would never forgive. As years had passed she had learned just who was responsible of robbing her of master Novious and the education she could have had. Those same years though had also mellowed her a bit though. She wasn't one to act out rash but more so one to plot with thoughtfulness. With nothing better to do for the moment the raven's feet automatically carried her to Novious old room. She liked to be here sometimes. No one bothered her there. They probably would if she knew she was there but Lyra was always careful not to get caught. She didn't see how it was disrespectful to be in deceased persons room.

The room was left untouched. Her eyes easily adjusted to the darkness as she slipped through a crack of the door and closed it very gently behind her. She didn't just come here for the sake of long gone memories. This room was especially nice because of the beautifully sculpted window that gave sight of the city. She rested her forehead against the cool glass and stared at the ocean of lights below, opposed to the ones up in the sky who where veiled by clouds. There was something going on the city that never slept. A restless feeling of excitement that crept up her spine and made her stomach coil. It been a while since she had felt it. Inevitably it meant danger. The girl scrutinized her dark eyes as a familiar stench plagued her nostrils. A look of caution appeared on her face and it soon turned out it was not misplaced. Just as was about to turn away from the window, the sound of shattering glass reached her ears, immediately accompanied a sharp whistling sound and something sharp that graced her cheek. It was an arrow that now sticking out from the back of an old armchair. She reached for it and wrenched it out, bit's of stuffing falling on the glass covered floor. Elegantly cut. Long, sharp and deadly. There was no mistaking, this was a vampires work. But why though? Her brains worked at full speed. The assamites where assassins so there was always a possibility someone was out to revenge a loved one but the action on its self was so bold Lyra refused to believe that could be the reason. Then why? She got up from her crouch. Carefully touching the cut on her cheek. Che, where those bloody guardians if you needed them?

However when she looked out of the window the sight it granted made her gasp. Easily over a hundred vampires and lycan alike where closing in on the mansion fast. What the hell? Yes, there was a truce between vampires and lycan. Well something like that anyway but for the two species to team up was unusual at the very least. Lyra didn't waste her time with a second look. She didn't need it to know they where in some degree of trouble. Lady Awa was out, where ever she was and lot's of other members where on their own respective missions. Lovely. Within a matter of second she raced out the bedroom and down the stairs. Of course the herd had not gone unnoticed by the others. Most where already out fighting them off. She spotted a familiar face among them. Kyran was her oldest and most precious friend. One could always count on Kyran to be around when there was fighting to be done. He managed a grin in her direction as she was still in the door opening, reviewing the situation in front of her and the girl rolled her eyes as the action nearly cost him his head. However Kyran was skilled like her. He dove under the swing of the sword and used the opening to stick his own in the vampires gut before scrambling back and his feet. With a coordinated jumps he was at her side, shaking the blood of his weapon before giving her another grin. “ That was close.” He admitted before grin turned into a frown. “ You know what's going on?” He asked her, pulling her aside as a lycan's severed head landed on the place she had been standing. Lyra carefully shrugged his hands off and pulled a face. No matter how you looked at it Lycan smelled absolutely horrid. “ Your guess is as good as mine.” She answered, taking out a few of her famed wielding knifes from the holster on her hip. Her skirt lifted slightly and revealed a bit of her intensely pale skin before the fabric feel back into place. “ I intend to find out soon but first things first. Let's show Lady Awa we are capable of defending our home. We'll divide into groups and each lure a section of them away from the house.” Kyran regarded her with his own dark eyes. “ Is that wise?”

“ Not really but I can't think of anything else. Now let's hurry.” She urged him. “ If you all die I'll get scolded.” the remark earned her a swat on her arms which she only barely evaded. She knew she could count on Kyran to do the job right and to come back alive. Sticking out her tongue in his direction Lyra hopped off the porch and on the pavement beneath it. Immediately she earned the attention of several lycan and vampires, closing her eyes for a moment Lyra allowed them to get close before drawing her hand in a sword swinging movement across them all. Her pale skin glowed off soft purple and the painful poison set in motion seconds after she jumped back, standing still on top of a parked car to view the damage. At least four vampires and a lycan where on their knees, each with gashes on their bellies. The wound itself was not deadly, the poison however was and they would soon die but there was no time to gloat. Lyra used the height of the suv she was standing on to jump up and throw all of the wielding knives she carried at once. Each of them whizzed through the sky in a different direction. The closest one cut through the jugular vein of a transformed lycan. His changed form didn't help him much as a fountain of blood sprayed from the cut and left his body jerking on the concrete . In seconds he was bled dry and the jerking stopped. The other ones she was sure had hit target as well although she had not kept sight of them. She trusted this much to be enough to draw their attention and didn't waste any time to see if she had succeeded her little plan but started running as soon as her feet touched the ground again.

So now she was running, quickly covering distance but the victorious smile that adorned her features quickly disappeared as she was forced to concentrate and be serious. Anything less would surely get her killed even if she was skilled. A group of twenty or so where hot on her tail and she was about to stop and face them when a whistling attracted her attention. It seemed some of the assamites out on mission had realized something was wrong by now and had been counting on the ones, remaining in the mansion to lead them away as Lyra was doing. She knew exactly what they planned as soon as the scent plagued her sharpened senses. Gasoline. Guessing what they expected off her Lyra stopped running and caught the matchbox the older woman tossed her. A devious grin appeared on Lyra face as she waited for her pursuers to get closer. They should have smelled the gasoline but didn't even stop which was either very brave or very stupid. Lyra picked stupid. Calmly, as if she had all the time in the world she opened the matchbox and took one out. Now she didn't fool around anymore and scraped it along the side of the box, the flame springing to life with a soft sizzling sound and then she threw forward. The little stick clattered on the concrete and threatened to go out.

BOOM! A scorching heat and meters of fire shut up in the air as the city literally rumbled on it's foundations. It was only thanks to her quick vampire reflexes that she survived and was even uninjured. If the match had fallen directly in the gasoline and not on the ground first the explosion would have killed her too. She was lucky. Very lucky. There was no doubt the flames could be seen from all across town but Lyra didn't have much time to admire them. The woman who had tossed her the matches tapped her shoulder; “There is a Lycan up ahead. It's that guardian, the twin boy. He's in trouble too. Should we help him?”

I'll give you another sweet dream the next night

[King Kiyen Kurata]

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Seems like destiny repeats itself.
Two twins, brother and sister,
Guardians of the Ragnar Pack.
Son and Daughter of Caska and Scion.
Andrea and Casion DiCiana!

As Casion was getting prepared to attack then he noticed another presence coming and fast. Almost like bat out of hell. Her speed was impressive and she landed right next to him growling at the murderers. He tilted his head slightly. He had never seen this woman before and yet she looked similar to his dad. His father had never told him about a sibling so he wouldn't dare jump to that conclusion. When she stood up then she stood taller than him and that giant weapon on her back made him weary of her getting too close. He could tell just by her scent that she was a Lycan. Her scent was similar to his fathers so did she know him? Either way her hand extended and she seemed to be inspecting his face. His eyes were still shocked. Why did she even care? He had never seen her a day in his life or if he had he certainly hadn't remembered. Maybe she knew Andrea but he was certain that she had never seen the woman before. He wouldn't lie when he said that he wasn't happy to see her. His sister was taking her time getting there and he was greatly outnumbered. It didn''t matter if it came to him dying here today it surly wouldn't be in vain because he wasn't leaving this plan until they all were gone, perished, deceased!

After her so called inspection she seemed to mush his face away. He felt sorry if she was someone's mother because she surly wasn't the delicate type. He still was confused nor did she even speak or say anything. He couldn't exactly find out out what her motive was in the whole situation. What happened next would almost make things impossible. She leaned in closer much to his dismay and she was copying his scent to her keen nose? Why? It was like she wanted to keep tabs on him. His eyes continued to dart back and forward around them. She was sure much calmer then he was despite being surrounded by so many killers. He almost chuckled at how it tickled him. At least this time her touch was soft. After she had his scent then he looked at her red glowing eyes and what appeared to be a smile formed on her face. Finally, some sort of gesture showing that she wasn't an enemy which is exactly why what happened next would make him disregard trusting anyone he saw for the first time. Her mouth opened and sharp blade like teeth sunk directly into his flesh.

He let out a pained whine which would be heard throughout the city easily. How could someone deceive with such mastery and at a time like this? He yanked his arm back and stared at with challenging eyes. He was far from a coward and he didn't care how strong the women was. If she was a enemy then he would fight. "Thanks a lot Andrea for arriving late. Now I'm stuck here with a split personality psycho b***h, literally." She had put his blood inside some kind of vial which gave him a creepy look. Was she looking at him as some kind of specimen? He would have to let the other Ragnars know about this! Before he could even ask the woman what in the hell was her problem then one Lycan dived in. His eyes locked on and they widened as she struck him down removing his jaw and killing him instantly. He stared at her and she wasn't even transformed yet! Now it made him think twice about attacking the woman. His eyes could not be unlocked from her as she gripped the master behemoth sword from her back. It was clearly taller then her and wider then her body so how in gods name was she wielding such a weapon?

He didn't have time to be dazzled in her unique power because they all came rushing in like starving animals. He was tackled a good distance backward. Seeing as how they had got the lower ground so it was more like a football tackle. Except it came from four fully gown and transformed Lycans so it did more then knock the oxygen from his body. They were strong enough to lift him at least seven feet into the air and about twelve feet away from the deranged woman who actually bit him. He was struggling to get free and then he landed hard into a ambulance truck and they all crashed through it. Growling and paining yet faint screams could be heard coming ambulance and then one by one they could be seen flying throughout all parts of the truck. One flew from the back doors that were shut, the second flew from the right side with his throat ripped completely out, disgusting! The third flew threw the window from the front of the vehicle slamming into the ground. When his face was shown it was smashed as if he got into a accident and technically he did. Then out came a dark figure erupting from the top of the ambulance truck holding the other in is claws by the throat.

They had without a doubt picked the wrong young lycan today. He took a high leap with a frim grasp on the lycans throat and slammed him directly into the ground crushing his throat but he didn't stop there. His claw that was free slammed about five times into the face of the Lycan breaking threw flesh and bone. Now a resemblance was starting to be seen. Those gold eyes were still gold but they held a bit of malice in them. He was his father's child after all. His shirt was completely gone and cuts and bite marks were all over his body. Black fur could be seen all over his body with intent glowing eyes. They had managed to piss him off. He had transformed into his first lycan form.He felt no need to get that serious yet. He looked over to the left and from a distance he took note to Lyrah and another assamite being there. He gave a wolfish smirk to her. It seemed that they were being attacked too. The girl was a gaurdian herself so she was perfectly fine of taking care of herself. A dark, and deep voice erupted from Casion's mouth," Kill....let's kill them all!"

His breathing was loud and being exerted. With each exhaling breath came a growl and then a loud challenging roar was given to all who dare shed blood in this city! Whoever sent them would also be keen to the roar or better yet the bellow that erupted from the transformed young lycan. If they wanted a fight to the death then they had just found one and he could promise that they were going to lose! Lyrah had taken out a decent amount them with her fire trick. This only made things that much better. If she was there and the foreign Lycan woman didn't seemed to please about there presence, then they would not leave her alive. None of them showed no thought of leaving. Lyrah nor Casion was fighting with anything near full power and a matter of fact Casion could not. Not with his sister not present but it didn't matter, his claws and fangs would be enough.

He still couldn't imagine the force or brains of someone being able to control to separate species and making them act as a team! They hadn't formed this team alone...no.Someone was controlling them and he would find out too after whoever it was minions were disposed of.

Each one has to find his peace from within.
And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances which is why me and my sister will not fail
.Peace is it's own reward and our deceased mother has found that.
You will not sully her honorable name.

[Ryo Sho Sen]

ω н є и -- p є o p ℓ є -- к є є p -- т є ℓ ℓ i и ԍ -- y o υ -- т н a т -- y o υ -- c α и ' т -- ∂ o -- α -- т н i и ԍ
y o υ -- ω o я к -- є v є и -- h α я ∂ є я -- т o -- p я o v є -- т н є м -- ω я o и ԍ

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Why was it that violence still seemed to reign supreme over the city? This was supposed to be an era of peace, a time where humans, lycans, and vampires alike could coexist without pain. The humans were no longer treated like the vampires cattle, instead, merely like dairy cows. Instead of being slaughtered for food, they were only to be fed upon and left alive for their blood to be replenished. It seemed fair for all sides. However it apparently wasn’t enough for some. Which was why Guardians were necessary. It was a guardian’s duty to exterminate those that go against the laws of the city by creating some unnecessary gruesome crime scene. It didn’t matter if the offenders with vampires, lycans, or even human. If you killed another on city turf, then you would have to answer to whatever guardian found you first. Andrea and her brother weren’t the only ones after all. There were others like themselves that policed the city…even if they didn’t make themselves known.

Keeping the peace was important to the young DaCiana female. And to ask her why would be an incredibly foolish question. The story had long since become infamous, even outside of the cities. The tale of the cursed war stretched far and wide. The terrible Brody rose up from the shadows and threatened all creatures’ way of life. No vampire, lycan or human was safe. The strongest fell to him, including those old enough to be considered Methuselah’s. His forces grew larger, and soon it seemed as though he would be unstoppable. That was…until the last living child of Stelian and Alina DaCiana stood against him in the final fight. In a last ditch effort….she sacrifice herself, offering up her blood to the monster. And it was there in the Assamite manor that Brody drained her body. Her fragile body was cast aside by the monster when he was finished, but before a sense of victory could wash over him…he began to choke. The woman had poisoned her blood before throwing herself to the beast. And she took the terrible Brody to the grave with her.

That woman had been her and Casion’s mother. It was the sacrifice of her mother along with many others that had instilled these peaceful times. It had been Caska DaCiana’s dreams…she had fought for this. And so, her children would continue the fight. If someone threatened what her mother had died for, then they would be eradicated.

Finally the forest ended. Andrea walked out of the line of trees and continued forward, followed by her faithful white dog. The young girls nose wrinkled as the grass turned to pavement beneath her bare feet. The metallic scent that assaulted her senses was so strong that she could taste it in her mouth. It was enough to make her want to gag. Something had gone bat s**t crazy in her territory and went on some sort of murderous spree, because tonight the city smelled as if it had been marinated in blood. “Come on Artemis” Andrea spoke quietly as she continued deeper into the urban area. The dog had stopped to sniff the air, but quickly snapped back to attention and padded back to move alongside the spry lycan. Buildings began to spring up all around them as they injected themselves into the inner city. The smell of life giving liquid only intensified the closer they moved to the heart of the city.

Andrea’s brows knit together and worry lines creased her forehead. She could sense her brother nearby. Casion had probably been sent out to retrieve her as per usual. Usually she got her twin messed up in whatever trouble she had managed to find. However tonight Andrea worried that he had found trouble before she had. He was somewhere up ahead, his scent intermingling with the smell of blood. Unfortunately, she also sense another being, and this one was standing between where she was, and where Casion was. Golden eyes narrowed, and she slowed her gait…

The cautious approach wasn’t normally her style. However with the amount of blood in the air tonight, she felt it was best to be extra careful.

Suddenly up ahead Andrea could make out the silhouette of a man in the dimly lit streetlights. He was standing directly in the middle of the road, and just seemed to be waiting for something. Andrea’s hands instinctively went to her side, lets her hands brush against cold steel. Her weapons were fastened to her side, where she could quickly grab them if the situation called for violence. Artemis quickly moved from her side and trotted out in front of her. The white shepherds lips drew back to reveal a row of pointed fangs and a malicious growl rumbled in her throat. Artemis was usually a good judge of character, so if she was already showing aggression…then this figure was no friend.

Andrea quickly let her eyes scan the street. And it was then that they settled on the blood stains. There were puddles and red smears all over the street. Andrea’s jaw clenched…and slowly her teeth began to grind together. “You there!…are you the b*****d responsible for this...Huh? You better ******** answer me!” she nearly shouted. The girl definitely wasn’t famous for her manners.









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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
ω ε - - c o и т я o ℓ - - ƒ α т ε

[Ryo Sho Sen]

t a k e -- m y -- h a n d, -- w i p e -- t h e -- t e a r s -- c l e a n

I ' l l -- s h o w -- y o u -- s o m e t h i n g -- n e v e r -- m e a n t -- t o -- b e -- s e e n


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The cathedral was empty, utterly desolate and abandoned. It had once a formal temple of immortal love. However, now it had no purpose, no comfort. An impossibly tall woman stood in the doorway, just looking inside the barren building. She, was a lonely siren. A woman capable of constantly playing on your desires, your thoughts, your feelings, your very soul. However nowadays she left men well enough alone, much to their dismay. She was after all an exceptionally beautiful woman, a goddess in the eyes of many. No Man immortal or otherwise could resist her. And to be ignored by such a woman was enough to drive any man wild. Her hair was black like a raven’s wing and fell is waves past her shoulders. Skin, the color of moonlight, was seemingly soft and her lips were a perfect and plump red. And her eyes, oh her eyes were the most vivid shade of sharp emerald green, and they just held you there entranced. Capturing you, and piercing your very soul.

Lady Awa was indeed the epitome to elegance and beauty.

She was not the sort of woman who left to go anywhere without looking her finest. Her wardrobe was full of the finest silk gowns from centuries past. Even Helen of Troy would envy the Barbarian queen. A gold and emerald collar adorned her neck, and shimmered with every move that she made. Lady Awa was always highly decorated.

Tonight was cool…and crisp, sending shivers across her porcelain skin. The moon was high in the sky and shed a pale light over the city. It was nights like this that made the idea of immortality agonizing. Why? Because seventeen years ago…Awa had lost her lover. Loki, the man that had given her this eternal life was gone. And it felt like a half of her soul had suddenly been ripped away. For so long Awa had thought her love to be dead, only for him to reappear and reignite the love that they had shared. However their rekindled relationship had been short lived. The same cursed creature that had stolen Caska DaCiana had also stolen the love of her life.

Green eyes scoured the now empty cathedral. When she closed her eyes she could still imagine how it had once looked. The altar had been where their bed had been, covered with red crushed velvet and furs. This place had been their throne, their kingdom, their beloved castle. Inside this cathedral Awa had been royalty, Loki’s queen. Awa’s eyes flutter back open, and the beautiful vision disappeared. Since Loki’s death, Awa had been unable to live in the beautiful palace that they had once shared. It had been too much for her to bear. So Awa had taken everything, and moved back into the Assamite manor. It was a disheartening move, but one that had been necessary for the sake of her sanity. Besides, the Novious gone as well, someone had to be present to watch over Lyra. The girl was young and capable of holding her own. However her training had been cut short with the loss of Novious. And Awa had stepped in as the young girls mentor.

Most of her time nowadays was spent leading the Assamite and training Lyra. Lady Awa tried to keep herself as busy as possible. The less free time she had, then the less time she spent agonizing over her aching heart. Unfortunatly, today she had a moment to spare. And she had stupidly taken that time to go for a walk, and where did she end up? At the door of the Cathedral.

It was hard to be immortal and realize you were doomed to spend the rest of eternity with a broken heart.

The smell of blood suddenly wafted into Awa’s nose. She took a deep breath, relishing the smell. It was appetizing and her eyes suddenly seemed to spark with a predatory fire. It had been a long time since she had been on the hunt. It just didn’t give her the same joy that it used to. She couldn’t strike fear into the heart of her prey and then take their life into her hands and extinguish their life force. No, these times were peaceful and their was a code that was supposed to be followed. Humans were not supposed to be killed, not anymore. There were times that Awa regretted ever agreeing to such terms with those flea bitten dogs. Yet then she had to remember, that if it weren’t for that leader of theirs…everyone would have probably been killed by Brody’s hand. Caska had kept up the end of their deal, she had helped the assamites fight Brody….even going as far as to be the one who killed him.

And Awa was a woman of her word, so she would hold up her end of the bargain and keep her truce with the Ragnar dogs.







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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
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What an unexpected beginning to her new day. Yawning and scratching her eyes she could already smell blood. It wasn’t something she didn’t enjoy, but she didn’t like it when it grew old. Looking down at the corpse underneath her she smacked her lips a couple of times. The corpse was of an elderly man, maybe later eighties. Who knew what he was doing the other night, but he was dead now. His body was shriveled up, every last morsel of his blood drained dry. Running a finger over her lips she could almost taste last night’s meal. It wasn’t enough and she could already feel the lust burning in her veins. Lifting herself up, her arms reached for the sky and her head tilted towards the beautiful moon. Letting out a loud yawn she moaned and kept stretching, letting her joints and muscles limber up.

Shaking out her sleepiness she opened her eyes and looked around. The fire escape didn’t seem to be the perfect place to sleep, but it was outside and off the ground…it was well suited for her. Lifting her body up, she stretched out some more. Then she shook out her legs and ran a hand through her hair, untangling some of her hair. Leaning over the fire escape she could see the body of the dead old man, half of his body hanging off of the landing. Someone would find him later; the smell of his rotting corpse would start to kick in within the next few hours. Looking around she could identify some homeless people, picking through their nightly trash, but they were all travelling in pairs. It was wiser to hunt for someone who worked alone, rather bringing two people down. Some would think this foolish, but she knew better.

Stretching her body across the fire escape she quietly began to proceed down the stairs. Skipping every other step her small body made it down and then she jumped to the ground. No one could hear her, which was exactly what she wanted. Her nose twitched and she looked back up towards the man’s corpse. She could identify the smell of blood…but it wasn’t coming from him. Her lips curled up into a little cat-ish grin and her tongue came out, licking her lips, imaging her next meal. She wasn’t done here though, she had left a trail of some sorts to her makeshift sanctuary, but tonight would be the last time she came here. Lifting a finger up she flicked her nose and took out a yellow hat. It was old and had some tears in the back of it, but it was still a hat.

Her appearance couldn’t be seen without some light to illuminate her, but she could remember every detail of herself. She was wearing some jeans she had found at a giveaway, they were already worn out and had many holes and cuts in them, the bottoms were even dirty and dried mud stuck to them. They were useful and she didn’t need to look for a new pair of pants until these ones were destroyed. She was also wearing a red and white t-shirt, having a paw print logo on it. That was also worn out, but there were only tears on the sides, showing a little bit of skin. The yellow hat she placed on top of her silver hair, covering up two black cat ears that were attached to her head. Those ears weren’t a Halloween treat and the tail that wrapped around her waist wasn’t a fake, they were real. The cat ears and tail were grown from her own flesh and bone, they were a part of her just like a hand or foot would be.

Stretching a couple of times more she gave one last look down the alley way and then began to proceed out. The hat covered some of her face, casting a dark shadow to hide her features. People could make out that she looked about her teenage years, young and pretty at the same time. Even though she had a rugged look going on with her torn up clothes and her short hair, there was nothing different about her. The hat and fake belt disguise was enough to keep her going until someone was stupid enough to ask.

One thing she couldn’t hide though was her eyes. Even though the hat could hide her face, sometimes the occasional person would come up to her and see those glowing orbs. They were nowhere near human, a bright cyan color and having a dark essence around them. Those eyes were not for someone of her appearance, for they held knowledge and unfathomable things in them, almost scarier than the worst horror movie. They were kept hidden for the time though and that was enough for her.

She didn’t need to concentrate on her appearance though, because something else was in mind. She could smell the blood; it was close enough for her to almost taste. Waking up from a very long nap made her hungry and there was no excuse this time. She could have gone up to a person, broken their neck and gone on that way, but her predator instincts told her otherwise. She liked the thrill of the hunt and this was the perfect opportunity to get an adrenaline rush. As her senses flared and she began to smell of a combination of scents she began to slow down, taking her steps one at a time. Lifting her hat a little bit, her cyan colored eyes looked out into the night and she could see a silhouette of a person, but that wasn’t it. The night provided many unfortunate folk to come across not only one person, but another one as well. The person she could see for now though spoke, not a friendly introduction, but a warning. She knew though, this was not her fight, but rather an opportunity to find something fun to enjoy.

Her belt slowly came undone until the black tail began to swish back and forth behind her. It was taunting, but the person in front of her was also another thing to consider. The smell of Lycan was in the air, but so was vampire. What a fun scene she would see now. Looking around a little bit more she could see two perfect views for her to take, so for now she took the closest one. Her agility was great and she was soon off her feet, heading into the sky and finding herself standing upon a building. She could have climbed or taken the stairs, but jumping was one of her favorite traits.

Walking to the edge of the building she sat down, letting her legs dangle over the side of the building. Leaning forwards she placed her elbows on her knees and then her chin in her palms. The cat-ish smile was still on her face as she looked at the perfect little arena. If it was a conversation that was going to happen next she could just leave, but she sensed something different in the air. Well not different, but more familiar than she actually knew. A battle would start soon and she got front row seats to the perfect show. Blinking a couple of times she giggled to herself. ”What a perfect night for blood to be spilt. Wonder who the victor will be.” Tapping the side of her head, she thought about it. She giggled again though and kept smiling, looking out into the night arena.

Her tail moved back and forth behind her, but her ears were twitching under her hat. There were many sounds going on this night, not just the voices in front of her, but also others. Familiar blood would be spilt, raging wars would start and a loss or two could be seen. She had experienced these things many times before, almost like a close friend coming to say hello. As she looked at one star she could almost see the future of what would be next. That is why she left, became a neutral person in this world, an enigma to everything that she knew. That didn’t seem the case, but she enjoyed it otherwise. Her legs began to kick back and forth, excitement beginning to well up inside. She felt like a school girl, heading off to her first dance. But soon enough everything would begin.

[[Kin_Tora]]

← ωε’яε αll ωατcнιηg [ The Scarred Vagabond ]

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His nostrils flared gently as he smelt the women far before she called out too him in an irked tone, swearing as she demanded information from him, and Vash spun upon his heels, his hands pushed into his pockets as he smile grew, his bangs no longer obscuring his features as the scar was illuminated in the dim street lights. What a lovely evening it was, he concluded, his dark gaze flickering to the life giving liquid that was smeared about and he sighed as his smile faltered for only a moment.

“Dear me; seems I had a little too much fun.” Vash murmured too himself, the murderous intent that radiated from him was that was a veteran murderer. He had seen far too much death to be intimated by a small girl and her pup. His smile grew once again as Vash’s head tossed back, his grin untamed as he found some unusual mirth in the situation. His mind feverishly working as he was accused of murdering Jason. True, he had killed the truck driver, and the women caught on quick (for Vash left evidence everywhere), as his hands were pulled from his veneers pockets, extending his arms forward in a greeting gesture. “Why hello~” He cooed in a gentle tone, his nerves steeled at the sight of the young girl. Her midnight black hair, the golden orbs that were located in her skull. Her scent. It was undeniable. She was a Lycan, an enemy of his. But perhaps he could use this too his advantage. “A little Lycan…” He mused to himself, before his attention turned towards the women once again.

From a visual aspect, Vash did not appear much older than the women before him, but he could see it. The vast age difference between them. His pockmark eye twitched gently as his smile grew long across his features. She swore at him, looked down upon him as if he was nothing more than a common killer. But she knew little of his past. She knew little that she was stared down the once infamous ‘Jack the Ripper’. “Okay, you got me! Don’t attack--” He announced, as he unstrapped his belts, dropping the plethora of belts and twin scabbards that held the costume, bladed, pistols, falling to the ground with a metallic thud as they vanished beneath the freshly formed mist. “--I’m unarmed.” He mused, a bluff, but it did not portray itself in his emotion. Only that he had committed the crime, and (perhaps) was ready for the punishment that this Guardian seemed to be eager to deliver. Perhaps he could not sense if, but Vash knew his abilities far better than she did. And he was far from unarmed.

Without losing his innocent disposition, Vash stood up straight as his hand grasped his hips through his coat, his smile growing dull for a moment. “Now, I apologize for the short acquaintances, but I hopping that you’d give a little more information about this…’Inner City’, Little girl.” Vash stated as he moved closer, his arms still extended to show he was still unarmed. “And as repayment, I’ll entertain you, little girl.” He mused with a wider grin, eagerly awaiting her answer as he swung one hand down into the shadows of his jacket, peeling out a jet black top hat that Vash pushed over his scalp to show it was real. “I worked in an amusement park, so I must be able to entertain my audience!” Vash announced as he threw his cranium back once again, throwing the hat into one hand as he rolled it down the length of his arms, holding it up as he prepared to pull out an object, but he stopped, awaiting her response.

[Sorry about my post. I'm still sick. sweatdrop ]

[Tarsh_1]

You may not agree with how I treat my Kin
but you will learn to except it. Let's face it, what can you really
do about it? Engaging in combat wont be very wise for you
I am the the oldest Lycan and the most intelligent.
Don't let the looks fool you, If you know
who I am then you know that I am the Devil's Mistress.
Tsukiko.

Tsukiko smirked at the sight of Tsukie. She was such a lovely and obedient child. It was about time that she had made her presence known. She simply nodded and would carry out the order that was assigned to her. She would come back with the blood sample for the younger twin in which Tsukiko could continue her experiment. Still she had a visitor. She could smell the girl better yet her meal that she had just gotten finish with and she smirked. When she walked through disrespectfully Tsukiko just chuckled sinisterly.” Well, you already know why I’m not easily killed so why Is it that every time you step into my vicinity then that thought goes across your mind? Maybe if you were to try an do so right now then you would succeed but you already know I would be planned for what? Besides certainly you would come to your feeble minded senses and realize that I am training that mind of yours. So all you can do is benefit from me.”

Tsukiko didn’t bother to give the young girl a greeting either but more so along the lines of a warning. She continued looking at the blood sample and then decided to answer her question.” Well, I assume you want to know the exact where abouts of the Ragnar pack right? Well surly you should know, that information doesn’t come for free? What is this some kind of welfare event for children who have no real home or a father figure in there lives?” OK, she should have known that Tsukiko would be this way. She was a b***h by choice and nature and besides she had warned the girl that her grand children would not be killed by anyone but her. If it was actually that easy they would have been dispatched of. It was more then just there blood that ran threw there bloodline, something else was protecting them.

“I will give you the where abouts when you bring me a sample of your mothers blood.” Now why exactly she was collecting multiple blood samples was for her own bidding but she was collecting from all the powerful warriors. Casion, Andrea, Lady Awa, Consoa, Vester, Lain, and Broda herself. Not that the others weren’t powerful in there own right they just weren’t as unique to say. All these served a major purpose in her goal which was also kept hidden. As she walked around her lab then she sat down crossing her legs. Her eyes seemed to go distant as if she was watching and then she smirked.”Well, It seems that your mother has finally gone on the move. How interesting! She has really gotten strong after mating with your father. Well whoever said lust could do nothing for the body?” It seemed that Tsukiko was provoking the girl before her own purpose.

Surly Broda wouldn’t let Tsukiko get to her in such a way now would she? She was just simply having a friendly conversation. She also knew the outcome of the warriors that Consoa sent.”Well, there all going to die but she will receive a strong ally soon known as Vash. His power and history are impressive. If she wants more destructive power then she should seek him out but a warning, he is not to be trusted besides If he doesn’t have back up soon he’s not going to like what he comes across. Two pissed off siblings with a lot of bloodline mutts to protect them. You should tell your mother to use that brain of hers like your father did. Does she think just because the Ragnar twins are gaurdians that they will be the only ones involved in battle? Mazouku is off training his daughter but If they were to come into danger then there father, and the whole Ragnar will go to war so tell her to make her army stronger?”

No one could ever figure her out. Why was she giving Broda out of all people information? Well so another war could happen of course besides she missed Vester in a cynical way and she knew another war would bring him out. She had plans for him, she hadn’t forgotten that he was the one who killed Novious.” Better yet, your mothers blood Is too easy. Go visit Lady Awa and if you can come back alive then I will have your information. I require a blood sample from someone as mighty as her. Be sure not to get yourself killed. Oh by the way if you come across a vampire named stray, tell her, a lovely person named Tsukiko is waiting for her. I certainly have plans for that young one. None of which are your concern, just relay the message.” It was simple. She was sending Broda on a test to handle the Barbarian Queen. The woman had grown strong after her pathetic whimpering and continuing sadness of her lost love named Loki. Well, Awa should have came to her to figure out a way so that he wouldn’t have to die. Too bad, he was just another being that rested under the dirt. She would not give Broda a good bye she just simply waited for her to take her leave.


((good girl Tsukie xD!))

[Cold Kisses]

Consao + Brody = Misery, Pain, Death, And Me, BRODA.

I am the daughter of Brody and Consoa.
You virtuous buffoons have taken from me
my father.
You have taken from me my childhood to
experience happiness.
So now I will return the favor and take from you
your very existence.

Broda looked and just stared at Tsukie when she left. That girl was just mentally messed up far worst then anyone she had ever seen before. Another question to herself was how in the hell this woman knew everything before she even made a move. It made her just want to kill the woman. She couldn't do that because this b***h knew that Broda needed her for the time being but her time would come. So for now she would listen to the women's nonsense and bullshit! She just looked at her with dark purple orbs looking the woman over. She didn't look strong with that body of hers but she wouldn't let looks be deceiving then again what did she have to fear? If anything everyone should fear her.

Finally the women had got down to talking about the information that she wanted. The whereabouts of where the Ragnar den was. She knew where the twins were but had no idea exactly where there hideout was. She wanted to kill ones dear to them first and then make them feel the same pain that she had to feel then she would kill them. Then after her thoughts more insults from this crafty b***h in front of her. She just sighed shaking her head. This woman was really trying her patience." Just spit out what the hell you want done so I can have my information so I can get the hell away from you!Then she spoke about having a sample of her mother's blood? What the hell did she need that for? Broda had a confused look on her face.

Well, that wasn't going to happen like that. She wasn't willing to get her mother's blood for any information. She looked at Tsukiko and after her comment about her mother her eyes turned a burning red. She grasped the womans throat." Tsukiko, You are really pushing your luck. Stop taking my patience for kindness. Either we get to the point or I crush your damn throat!" Broda released the woman when she spoke of another person which was more to her liking. It was the methusala from the assamite, Lady Awa. Why the hell was she granted to have such a title like that? Maybe she was the strongest woman in the world and if so then Broda was going to love going up against her." You speak her name before me as If I'm suppose to tremble like the others. I know exactly who she is so all you want Is a blood sample? Well maybe I will take her head right along with It. I'm going!" She looked back to Tsukiko with a smirk." What the ******** do I look like a errand girl? If I see the girl stray, maybe I'll bring back her blood sample too."

Well it was obvious it was time to make her presence known and why not introduce herself to The barbarian queen. She was a very important person in this upcoming war and a perfect person to test her fathers genes out on. All of them fell to Brody seventeen years ago and It wouldn't be any different. Her celerity was quick and it would take about ten minutes for her to arrive. She could see her mother's sacrifices around the area and she smiled. She could almost smell the woman's presence. She was strong, extremely strong for a vampire that's why this visit was going to be worth It. Her legs carried her up the steps and she raised her hand slamming it directly into the entrance of the manner where she walked forward stepping into the grand hall. There the woman was with a giant axe behind her sitting in a chair just like a queen. Oh she was a big woman but she was a very attractive one. She was impressed! The woman certainly lived up to her reputation. Dark purple hues stared at her and a smirk played on her face." Well, it seems the rumors were true about Lady Awa's beauty. I'm not sorry for the intrusion so don't expect such bullshit slander to come out of my mouth. We both know why I'm here. You were apart of something that had something to do with a relative of mine. So I have come back for some payment is all. If you would be so kind to get up and come down here so I can have your head as a trophy, then I would be much obliged."

It may seem that Boda wasn't being serious but the instant Lady Awa came with in her view then a sharp rage cut threw her smile. A look of anger was being fueled by something. Her body couldn't even stop from shaking with rage building up. Her blond hair fell from her ponytail and she reached behind her back grabbing a small circle like weapon. When she slammed It into the ground It grew to a massive size weapon. She grasped it with one hand and one of her mother's Lycans walked in daring to enter her soon to be battle. Before the Lycan could take another step towards Lady Awa then her clawed hand extended and slammed into him with blinding speeds tearing off half of his face and sending the other half of it's body out of the manor. The Lycan never stood a chance. Her whole voice had changed as if she were possessed. " Get up......." She hated the assamites and more importantly she hated the Ragnar pack! It was something about this woman that pissed her the hell off. Was It because she was one of them who dare fight her father? No, It was the whole point of her being a Assamite and more importantly being the mistress of LOKI!

Maybe the woman needed to be pissed off so threw demonic sounding crackles in her voice then she yelled out,"Come and fight so you can end up like your dead lover....LOKI! I'm sure his soul and decrypt bones are as lonely as you are so I will put you both in the same resting place....beneath my father." Her dark lavender eyes never moved from Lady Awa.

Your deaths will not be quick.
Your deaths will not be painless.
I will make you suffer until your heart stops
beating.
I will then go about of making your heart
beat again and then I will kill you again.
You shall suffer despair over and over
and over again until i get bored of
watching your eyes stare at me
and then I will give you the ultimate
death of my fangs. You all will be buried beneath
my father because that's what your are,
his subjects. His legacy shall live on.

[Ryo Sho Sen]

ω н є и -- p є o p ℓ є -- к є є p -- т є ℓ ℓ i и ԍ -- y o υ -- т н a т -- y o υ -- c α и ' т -- ∂ o -- α -- т н i и ԍ
y o υ -- ω o я к -- є v є и -- h α я ∂ є я -- т o -- p я o v є -- т н є м -- ω я o и ԍ

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“I’m talking to you buddy!” Andrea shouted again. It was then that the figure spun around to face her. The dim streetlights shed light on his features, and even from the distance at which she stood Andrea could see the scars that were etched into his face. One even going through his eye, ouch, that must have hurt. However that wasn’t what unnerve her; it was the smile that spread across his face that gave her that unpleasant sense of unease. “What the hell are you smiling about!” Andrea practically sneered. It was chilling, and didn’t sit right with the young Ragnar wolf. And Artemis seemed to share in her discomfort. Although the white shepherd was a little more vocal about her displeasure. The old dog hadn’t stopped snarling since they sensed the man’s presence. Andrea only watched as his dark eyes flicked from the red painted pavement, then back to meet her golden eyes once more. Was he admiring his handy work? Andrea had to stifle a snarl as she watched him. He even had the gall to mutter about how he had obviously had a little too much fun. The comment probably hadn’t been meant for her ears, however being a lycan gave one more sensitive hearing then other beings.

Fun? This was his idea of fun? Torturing a living individual and decorating the street with blood? The idea was sickening. Normally Andrea just death with those that were a little too vicious with their feedings. Very rarely did she actually come across an individual that killed just for the sheer pleasure of having power over another organism. The man was clearly twisted. It was individuals like this that created problem upon problem, they cherished chaos and sung praised to disorder. Andrea’s lips curled back, mimicking Artemis as she revealed her sharpened teeth. However the man didn’t seem unnerved at all at her presence. In fact he didn’t seem at all perturbed to be caught in the act of slaughter. That much was obvious as a Cheshire cat like grin spread across his face once more, stretching from ear to ear. He was obviously amused by something to be wearing such a wide smile. When he removed his hands from his pockets, Andrea could see that they were also tinted red. Evidence of his obvious crime.

“Why hello~”

Suddenly the creature spoke, greeting her in a tone that was almost sickeningly gentle. His arms were outstretched, almost like he was expecting some sort of welcoming embrace. Well she hated to burst his bubble but the only way she was going to be touching him was if her fist was slamming his face into the pavement. His nostrils flared as he seemed to draw in her honeyed scent. The DaCiana’s scent was somewhat different, being one of the oldest of pure Lycan bloodlines. They smelled sweeter then most.


“Okay, you got me! Don’t attack, I’m unarmed.”

The man suddenly announced, dropping his weapon belts and grinning at her. Andrea’s brows furrowed at the mans strange actions. What kind of game was he playing? Suddenly he began to move closer. Andrea eyes narrowed with each step he took, her body not relaxing in the slightest bit. Artemis began to bark viciously as the man moved closer, still standing between the young lycan and the stranger. “Now, I apologize for the short acquaintances, but I was hoping that you’d give a little more information about this…’Inner City’, Little girl, And as repayment, I’ll entertain you, little girl.” What was with all this little girl crap! Andrea couldn’t help but fume, the idea of being seen as little really pissed her off. Did she look like a kid?! Andrea didn’t think so! His grin widened considerably, if that was even possible. Andrea had to wonder if his face ever started hurting from all that smiling. Suddenly he reached into his jacket, and Andrea’s hand instantly went to the blades at her side. However what he pulled out wasn’t a weapon but a black top hat. He slipped it over his head and smirked in her general direction “I worked in an amusement park, so I must be able to entertain my audience!”

“Did you entertain that man before you butchered him? Huh!?” Andrea’s tone was harsh. She was in no mood to be playing games with some sicko that came waltzing into her city. “You want information on this city do ya?…Well fine. You see, here…we have strict rules for feeding, and you just broke the cardinal rule, you murdered an innocent mortal” Andrea’s voice had lowered an octave as she spoke. However the rage that burned in her eyes was plain as the moon in the sky. “…and I’m not..little…” she practically seethed.









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