~&#xTh;e Ones Denied Of Fate%~ (Dirk = Gone >.<)

[Lykaios Theta]

Still she screamed, crying until her voice was hoarse for someone to kill her. Finally, when she had exhausted herself, and the voices had ceased, she lay silent, and heard no sound of metal boots, or of Draka or Drax' voice. Laying on her stomach, she looked around, her head resting on her left arm. Breathing heavily from all the yelling, she still found herself hurting, the pain less than it had been, but still only a fraction less than unbearable. Not a trace of the leader of the Empire was seen. "Did I dream it all...?" she thought. But she knew the answer. The pain was still there, the voice still echoing in her mind. What had been happening these past few years? It no longer mattered. If...Draka was back, war was sure to follow. The Wolf of the Alpha had her memory back, and so, was willing to return to her rightful place as a soldier if that was what was needed. Laying on the deck of the Beowulf, to exhausted to move, Willow fell into slumber, with nothing but the waves and the breeze to keep her company.

[Dirk Graves]

((I'm out for awhile, see ya in like six months or something lol))

[Ocea007]

*A figure within the realm of the shadows rips open a void into the physical dimension of time and space. The figure walks out and his feet hits the ground. The black suade boots reaching up to about mid ankle gives is only one of the many things he has on that accents this being's appearance. The black billowing pants that only reaches out from him a few inches of leg room. A belt made of silver lay strapped around his waist as his shirtless figure perceived him to be well toned and yet sleak at the same time. An unbuttoned trench coat lay upon him like a cloak as his black hair contoured his face. Fangs, slightly protruded from his mouth, as his brilliant blue eyes glimmered in the light. A smile upon this man's face as within his trenchcoat lay two types of physical weapons. Two katanas with elven runes engraved upon them and two Desert Eagles. They were concealed away within the confines of his Trench. He walked out from the rift which ended up closing as soon as he removed himself from it. He looked around, scanning seeing where his target would be. "Hmm... Dirk Graves... I'll be looking for you... when you get back..." He Moved himself with in the confines of a hotel and checked himself into it. He went up to his room of the modernized stairs and unlocked the door to his room. He closed it behind him locking it tightly and placing a dead bolt upon it so that no one could enter without his knowledge or without his permission.*

[Dirk Graves]

sweatdrop

[Dirk Graves]

+A rough start to say the least. Dirk glances around his barren deck, devoid of all life and sighs+

[Dirk Graves]

+Gazing out to the open ocean, Dirk smiles lightly+

[Dirk Graves]

BORED

[Timothy Glass]

OOC:: Pirate? Your a PIRATE!!! ARGHH matey!!! Swashbuckin' fun xd heart

[Dirk Graves]

((Ughhhhhhh goooooo awayyyyyyy stare . Yes, I'm a pirate. Wanna join? It'd be cool lol))

[Timothy Glass]

OOC:: Maybe later, I'm getting my a** handed to me by that unmanned guy xd . Out of all the masters I picked Timothy....I like his weapon! lol

[Dirk Graves]

((If I were you, I would of chose Zack, he was like the third strongest. But whatever, I don't like OOC conversations in my guild, have fun!

[Timothy Glass]

OOC: Yeah your probably right. Whatev, see ya, ill be on around 9 tonight!!! we can rp then ^_^

[Donald Tenebrae]

OOC: I would like to fight both Dirk, and Timmothy sometime.

[Lykaios Theta]

((Donald, you and every other fighter who wants to land flat on their face O.o
Nooow... continuing where I basically left off here at this place. Since there really was no progress made in my little storyline once this place shut down. That, and I kinda... don't remember what the hell I had been planning on doing anyways.
Oh yes, Dirk. You're an a**. -.-; But I love you anyways. ;P ))


The rolling waves hitting the sides of the ship, the feel of the breeze and the sting of the saltwater on her face. It only reminded her of how much she hated the ocean. The days spent on the Beowulf as before were nothing anymore. She was no longer used to the ocean's harsh caress, and so she had fallen back into her fearful respect the beast. Sitting on the rail on the edge of the deck was Willow, looking somewhat tired and more than likely, bored. Her amethyst eyes barely open, there were several moments when it looked like she would topple over the side of the ship and go peacefully into drowning in the shallows just from sheer exhaustion. But her hands were firmly gripping the rail, and nothing could move the Wolf demon from her current spot. Dressed in a pair rugged denim jeans and a black tank top, Willow's hair was put down, and wild in the wind. Perhaps it was mere chance, her meeting with Draka upon this ship not long ago. But that did not matter. As suddenly as he had come, he had vanished, and his plans forgotten. And here she was again aboard the Beowulf, just enjoying the hot, humid weather. The humidity was hell for her hair, as well as her magic, but the heat was perfect. In fact, one might say she looked content even with heat exhaustion looming not too far ahead.

[Lykaios Theta]

((and I'll have to pick up where I left off later. o.o There's a nice big storm heading this way, and I don't need this thing fried. I'll hopefully be on tomorrow. So uh... respond if you want!!

toodles! >>; ))