Darius L. Zuh [Kaitlyn's brother]
Darius was kind of shocked at her response but then he remembered he wasn't a normal girl like the ones at home. He used to be able to woe women easily, not that he really wanted to do that, he had more important things to do. When he went into the army women almost fainted but he was more interested in protecting his home than getting girls. He quickly gained back his wits and thought she might be like him also, but she might not even know what flirting was.
He moved in closer to her face, they were only an inch apart now, maybe less,"Do it." He whispered, it sounded more flirtatious than anything and he was suprised at how husky and partly, was it seductiveness he heard in his voice? His eyes widened for a moment but went back to normal, he hovered there in front of her.
She kept her stance, she moved slightly closer, breathing onto his lips for just a moment, then pulling back slowly, determined not to give him an inch after her current loss, gulping slightly as he came closer, eyes nearly crossing where he was so close "Do what? Murder you? I can actually arrange that myself, it wouldnt take much effort, everyone has to sleep eventually, and the earth is an easy grave after all...Now I gotta think about that...Hmm..." She mumbled, putting on her creepy little smile again as she waited for his fear ridden response, behind her back, she kept one hand in a little zippable bunny pouch she had looted from a sandpit several years ago, just incase he did decide to attack, thinking his offer was an offer to a fight.
Kieve didn't like the idea of being the only guy at this school and he silently prayed for another guy to show up soon. Things got complicated around females when there was only one male to go around, at least in the anime world it worked out that way sometimes. Lions and wolves seemed to make it work though. The brush of Kaitlyn's fingers against his brought him back to reality and he blushed at her reaction. He had noticed that she had blushed, but he had also noticed that she had pulled away. Maybe she didn't like werewolves, but then he didn't remember telling her he was a werewolf..He was just over thinking things, that's all. Kieve watched as Kaitlyn walked away to greet someone else, the small voice in the back of his head chiming in once again to inform him that she was cute. "Hello, Cyn, a pleasure to meet you." Kieve greeted the new girl Astin had let in, given her a warm smile, but his eyes kept flickering to the door that Kaitlyn had gone through. With his enhanced hearing he could hear the conversation going on outside, though it was still to distant for him to pick up all the words. "I am Kieve Wynn." He introduced himself, offering his hand to give the traditional handshakes strangers always gave each out when first meeting. With the greetings done Kieve shuffled closer to the door, his ears straining to pick up the full conversation, while at the same time his nose was working to disect all the smells the slight breeze brought in through the open door. He was very much unaware of what Astin and Cyn where doing. Besides the distractedly nice smell of Kaitlyn all else he could smell was dirt and darkness. For some reason the last two made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his inner wolf gave a slight stirring. A instinctual reaction to danger. Kieve glanced over to Astin, wanting to see how the older werewolf was reacting to the new scents, really though he couldn't tell anything about Astin. She still acted hyper and had a smile on her face, but he couldn't help but think there was something just slightly more wolfish about her.
Kieve shrugged and turned his attention towards outside just in time to catch some comments about his name. His ears turned a bright red color as he felt a surge of anger. Whoever this girl was, she was clearly mixing his name up on purpose. This person was thinking of Chicken Kiev...His name was KIEVE! A very common name to the welsh, which his family was descended from. His name was mythical and he took pride in it, it angered him that some ignorant idiot would insult it so, especially when she knew not a damn thing about him.
The inner wolf reared its head and surged through Kieve's thin control. Kieve sucked in a deep breath as his fingernails grew into claws. With a lot of will power he forced the inner wolf back down, though he still felt anger beating through him. Not so much the anger he felt at the insult to his name but the rage that always seemed to follow the inner wolf waking up. Taking a few deep breaths Kieve regained control and gave a silent thanks to the heavens that he hadn't turned completely. When he opened his eyes once again he noticed a slightly shaken looking Kaitlyn walking in. "Are you alr-" before he could finish what he was saying the girl fainted. Using the quick reflexes he had gained when turned into a werewolf, Kieve caught her before she hit the ground. "Hey, hey. Kaitlyn, wake up." he said, concern could clearly be heard in his voice, as he carefully lowered her to the ground. He laid her head in his lap and looked down at her. She really is cute...What the hell is wrong with you Kieve. The girl passes out and the first thing you think is that she is cute. At times Kieve could just slap himself."Kaitlyn.." he said knowing not what else to do.
Astin twirling the sucker around in her mouth as Kieve introduced himself to Cyn. When Kieve was done with his greeting he kind of wondered off to the sideline, which was fine with Astin she supposed. "So, Cyn, are you excited about being here? I sure am, never really been to school before..well except that one time but it didn't go very well." Astin said, barely stopping to catch her breath. She had been to a human school when she was a hundred or so years younger. It hadn't gone to well, she ended up getting out of class late, and then she had been attack by some thud. like any werewolf, or shape shifter for that matter, her instincts took over when in danger. She had changed right there in the middle of the road and attacked the guys. She had always felt bad about it, she didn't mind fighting so much, but only if it was in good fun. Remembering that night also made her remember Dax. She was worried about him, they had hardly been apart for more than three days in her whole life, and her he was gone for months now. What if something happen to him? Astin sighed and licked at the Root beer flavored sucker. "I hope I make lots of friends here. I wasn't really raised around other people so I only really had Dax as a friend, and whatever drifter happen to stumble into out territory." She said kind of absentmindedly. Her attention was split between Kieve, Cyn, Kaitlyn, and a new presence she could smell. She had smelled it before Kaitlyn had even 'felt' it. It was the scent of what she called diggers, or moles, those who lived underground. The next smell associated with this new person was darkness, a darkness she could both feel and smell. The only type of creature that she had encounter in her many centuries of life that gave off such a feel were demons. Not the best lot even when at their best. That still didn't tell her what type of demon though, and she just wasn't all that knowledgeable on demon species. Astin keep on smilling and walking about the room in a hyper manner even though she was pulling some of her werewolf energy in case she needs. Always be prepared, that was one of Dax's many lessons. A few minutes later Kaitlyn came in and collapsed. "Is she alright?" Astin asked worried as she came over, not really realizing she was sniffing at Kaitlyn. For a second Astin debated going after the person who had harmed her new friend, but she thought better of it. Still, her eyes looked over towards her trunk, which inside was her faithful plasma sword. She was sure if she was allowed to have it but she had brought it all the same. It had been a gift from one of the few friends she had.
Wilhelm looked around the small weapons training room. His left hand already began to tingle and he hadn't even taken the glove off his hand yet. Maybe it was a sign of things to come? His position was the self defense instructor which meant training student in art of using their abilities to protect themselves, as well as how to use weapons, and hand to hand combat. The hand to hand combat part was the one he didn't like. To much of a chance that some might touch him. "Nun, warten keine Verwendung."Well, no use waiting.. He sighed and pulled the simple, but fancy looking glove off his right hand and stuffed it into his back pocket. He did the same with his right hand and glove, then he turned to stare at the weapon he need to become acquainted with. It was better to do it now than wait till the middle of class. Touching a old weapon for the first time was always overwhelming for the twenty-three old human. "Bitte, kein Problem."...Please, no trouble...It was something along the lines of a pray. Some energies that clung to weapons could be very..unsettling, unnerving, deadly..all were the right words he supposed.
Wilhelm wrapped his left hand, his dominate, hand around the hilt of the claymore. He focused on keeping his breathing even but not even a second after first contact he let out a loud gasp that echoed out the empty room and down the empty hallways. A string of words, that sounded like just random words, excited his mouth. First in his native German tongue, then in his second language of English with a heavy German accent, followed by a Scottish voice that was not his own. The left over energy from the first owner of the sword had entered him and now it was up to him to conquer it so that he could conquer the sword.
The English horses with their knightly masters were charging down the hill towards the clearly outnumbered Scotsmen. Fear, it beat through him faster than the horses that were coming towards him. He was afraid, he knew, they all knew, that they would shake hands with the Reaper this day. Nearby a better educated Scotsman was saying a pray in Latin. He culdn't understand what his countryman was saying. He had grown up in a poor family that had more children than they ever knew what to do with. Had. There had been so many children to his family. Now he and his sister were the only ones. Even his own son was dead. By the looks of things he would see his son soon. Damn the Irish. They were late, always late they were. Some one barked out an order and the first two lines charged forward to meet the horses. Oh, those poor souls. They didn't stand a chance. How brave they were to sacrifice themselves for a freedom they would surly never see.
Another order, it was his turn now. He heaved the huge sword up, the muscles in his arms bulging under the weight. It was a fine sword, a sword that had proven itself in many battles already, it was the last sword his brother had made. Someone called his name and quickly made his way over to where instructions were being given. Good, they were not to take on the horsemen. No, they would handle the foot soldiers heading their way.
Despite his slight appearance Wilhelm hefted the sword up with ease and began to perform what had often been described as a Dance of the Spirits. It was not Wilhelm who fought long dead enemies but the original owner of the sword. If one were to look close enough, and with something other than their eyes, they would see not a brown hair, brown eyed german but a Red head Scot where his family's design in his kilt, his face would of been painted for war, and his blue eyes would held the gleam of battle rage. The sword's point buried itself in the ground just inched from a wooden dummy, Wilhelm was hunched over the hilt, and his mouth open so that he could emit a loud growl that couldn't possibly of come from someone of his frame. The growl/scream was one of pain, grief, and most of all rage.
The English fell before him. Off went that man's head, blood gushing out the stump of a neck, it's redness added a fearsome edge to the deadly Claymore. The world around him was painted in red as his family's famous battle rage consumed him. A soldier dressed in the King's colors back stepped and tried to escape him. He let him go since to more soldiers confronted him. He fell the two rather easily and turned to seek out the escaping first, but the man was shot in eye with an arrow. Looking up at the hill He spotted his distant cousin/childhood friend smiling down at the field. His longbow was notch but not for long. He let the arrow fly into another solider. Suddenly a rain of arrows fell among the Scots. He dropped to his knee and roared in pain was an arrow tore into his arm. He looked up and his eyes locked on the hill were his beloved friend had been. Except not his friend was at the bottom of the hill, arrows piercing everywhere. Grief out did the Rage, for a few short seconds, then he was back on his feet and charging. A beast like roar tore from his throat and revenge was set in his heart. Somewhere, distantly, he was aware that the Irish had arrived. But he didn't care anymore. They did not matter, were not needed. He would slaughter the English himself. The Claymore came down and an arm went flying.
The arm of the wooden dummy went twirling through the air as the old Claymore cute cleaning through. The sound of shattering glass brought Wilhelm crashing back to reality, back to himself. The Claymore dropped to the ground as his arms could no longer left something so heavy. His chest heaved as he sucked in the forest air that came through the window. It could not be that cold but his body was steaming and sweat dripped off of him. He quickly removed his hands from the sword, reaching into his back pocket, and pulling on his gloves; his safe guards. "Great! Noch eine andere verdammt Fenster!"...Great! Yet another damn window!...He had broken a window in a different room earlier that week when he touched the stair railing. Usually he wore his gloves, and he had been that day, but that day he had a hole in his right glove that he was clueless about. Nothing like being a little girl falling down the stairs to wake you up in the morning. With his gloves securely on Wilhelm exited the room, walked quickly down the hallways, and out into the courtyard that the dummy arm had flown into. "Oh, entschuldigen Sie mich" he said as he noticed two people in the already occupied the space. One was a young man, somewhere around Wilhelm's age, though the guy had about 2 inches on the 6'1 Wilhelm. The other was a very young looking girl, thirteen perhaps, though Wilhelm gather she could be older due to the look in her eyes. Maybe she was just an old soul. "I said, Excuse me. I am sorry, I often forget that English is the native tongue here." Wilhelm translated what he had said earlier. "I did not mean to intrude, I have lost my arm. Have you seen it?" He knew the dummy arm had to be around here somewhere. There was only room in the weapons training room and it lead to his courtyard. Wilhelm glanced at the young female then turned most of his attention on the man. He was older appearing, as well as dressed in a military uniform, there for Wilhelm felt he was the one he should be addressing. As he waited for his reply he wonder what exactly he had interrupted. Surely this man was not flirting with a young girl, if she was a young girl. At this school you just could never tell.
Out of Cream: Oh god, I made it too long again T.T..so sorry
Darius felt her sweet breath against his lips. His breath had quickened for just a second and remembered, she is making death threats against me, what is wrong with me? Just as she pulled away he turned his head, his shaggy blonde hair flew into his angular face. "I haven't slept since I left the war zone. There are some things that keep even a grown man awake at night because the threat of a nightmare..."Darius winced as he realized his claws had come out and dug into his knee. He lifted his head and looked into Saph's eyes seriously, he had to leave. To see his sister. "I should go to my sister,it is going to be a surprise..."Darius was still back in his memories though, his mind filling with them, blood splattering his self concious as he remembered the night of his turning: "A TIGER! THERE IS A TIGER IN THE CAMP, ZUH WAKE UP!" Rodriguez swooped into his tent and slapped him in the face, shaking him awake. His eyes widened with reality, tigers were illegal to kill here, if he killed it in self defense the general would have his head. He whisked out of the tent in a rush, his pack swung over his shoulder just in time for the tiger to swipe at his back. His pack ripped open, his first aid kit spilled out onto the ground as he run for his life. He was deeper in the forest, somewhere away from the clearing they hid in, somewhere where the tiger could come from any direction.
AHHHHHHHHHHH! A man's scream echoed through the trees, Rodriguez! Darius's mind was quick to take to action, he had to help him. He ran for the scream, Rodriguez had been his best friend since middle school, he wasn't letting that go to waste. Only when he got back to the camp site Rodriguez was dead, his clothes soaked in his own blood and his eyes blank. Darius risked a tear that fell onto his friend's cheek and trailed down his lifeless body, sparkling in the moonlight.
Where was the tiger? Thoughts raced through his mind, paranoia. His knife was out and ready, but it was on the wrong side. The tiger pounced on him, pinning his arm under his back, dislocating Darius's shoulder. The tiger looked into his eyes, cruel and knowing. His blood soaked claws dug into Darius's skin and his mouth dripped with Rodriguez. This was the moment. Live or die, the tiger decides.
"Uhm, sir are you all right? Your arm is right- Oh." Darius remembered that when he was thinking of the past he saw something fly through the window near him. "I will show you to where it landed. You must be great with the weapon you yield to create such a powerful blow."
Darius looked back at Saph, he didn't feel exactly great about just leaving her there but that moment had been rather awkward so he should leave. He didn't want the teacher to think he was flirting with a young girl anyways.
She was roused from her faint mind by a soft voice and a nice smell of just the right amount of cologne mixed with Kieve. Kieve. Kaitlyn whispered his name, still mostly sleeping and wrapped his small arms around whatever was closest to her rolling in his lap. She was woken up yet again by another whisper from Kieve. She opened her groggy eyes, remembering what happened. Her blue eyes opened as big as saucers. Where was she?! Oh yes, the academy lobby in Kieve's lap. She looked at her surroundings, her arms were wrapped around Kieve's waist and she was snuggled up against his stomach. She immediately blushed and un-wrapped herself. She pulled off of Kieve, almost falling back down while sitting on the ground because of light-headedness.
She lay back down on the ground, her head aching, full of new information and scared thoughts. She couldn't get up. If she did her migraine would get worse. This was just another one of those side-affects of being an un-taught psychic. Kaitlyn looked up into Kieve's eyes, full of worry. "I-I'm fine. My mind just got a little bit too bewildered."Bewildered?! Was she trying to make herself look like a nerd in front of Kieve?! Then she laughed a little, she was already feeling better. She was thinking about embarrassing herself already.
[[ OOC: I tried posting on the wii but it kind of deleted my progress when I tried previewing it. This is WAYYYYY longer and better than that though. I hope the longness will make up for the lateness you guys. <3 ]]
Saph grunted, trying to get away? And to go see the interesting girl? Not on her watch!...If she had one that was. She quickly hopped from her current position onto his back, clambering up until she wrapped her legs around his neck, A forcible piggyback? I do think so. She rested her chin atop his head, he was surprisingly comfortable...For a buffoon "Like hell i'm gonna let an interesting subject such as yourself get away from myself. I won't murder you yet, there is hope I suppose for one such as yourself." She mumbled, loosening her legs are she got a bit more comfortable with her new change of scenary and seat...ery. .
"Besides, if you are going to meet the smitten one, I may aswell come along. " She added to her previous exclamation. In all honesty she was somewhat curious about this boy...And half paranoid that he had done something to her when he came within an inch or so of her mouth, she had been feeling...Wierd, since that moment.
She huffed the thought away as they continued walking "You have an odd choice in women, may I say? Especially with those that threaten you with death. Aren't you an interesting little creature? I never did understand these human's, they are very fascinating. Especially their mating rituals, Our kind used to simply select a host and leave. Offspring is offspring after all." She explained, removing her mask for a moment, dumping the dirty contents out onto the ground as they walked, placing it back upon the side of her head, it was only worn fully during the appropriate occasions.
"Do tell me more about pitiful humans, they intrigue me, especially you and your sister, you two are especially emotional, though she is more curious than you I believe, you are a little more...Up-front." She explained to him, looking at his uniform as he continued walking "Seems you are a militarised man? Our society was a very strong one, or from what I can work out from the ruins and bodies. But you need not know that, so feel free to forget it given the appropriate time-frame." She continued to go on and on, she was definately as annoying as a child, even if she wasnt one. "Anyway, on a final note before we reach your sibling, how do you human's say it...Uhh...You have an interest in me? You intrigue me too if that is the case." She blushed slightly, stupid boy, probably poisoned him when she wasnt looking, this...Thing, this feeling, kept coming up. Her race wasnt used to emotions such as love, kindness, anything involving happy emotions aside from Gluttony, curiosity, and power. It was probably best they were all gone..
Darius should advise her not to speak a lot about that, his tiger form was getting antsy, but whatever. If she chose to unleash the beast so be it. He thought that Saph could probably try to snap his neck right then, sitting on his shoulders so why didnt she if she wanted to murder him? He thought it might also be a little difficult for her since he has a very musclar neck but she could just try to catch him by surprise.
"Smitten one."Darius smiled, she is making friends already. Though then he thought, if he hurts her his pretty face would be smashed in. To many people had hurt Kaitlyn already, she had even tried to kill herself because of it!
"'Choice in women'?" Darius chuckled. "Choice in friends."He corrected, even though he wasn't sure it was even right
"I could tell."Darius smiled, for a reason unkown to him. A thought occured to him, in what way did she mean interest in him? And then he remembered, Wilhelm was right there.
He blushed and looked over to him, he would probably think he was some kind of ***** now.
"Yes, you are indeed an interesting subject.." She mumbled, sticking a finger in his mouth and pulling his cheek back a bit in a semi-playful/experimental nature. She stopped, looking up slowly to this new figure, a creepy little grin spread across her face as she hatched a new way to get revenge on this man for what he had done to him prior...
"K-Kitty-san...I-It still hurts a bit..." She mumbled in a childish voice, faking some very believable crocodile tears as she pretended she was 'uncomfortable' in her current position, in her mind she was laughing from every viable source, hopefully this would make his skin crawl a little bit. Hey, never said she played fair now did we? Besides, he earnt the privilege of becoming Saph's new plaything for the mean-time, so she was obviously going to make the most of what she could muster whilst she was still weak.
She soon leaned down to the opposite side of Wilhelm, whispering in his ear "Explain what poison you stuck into me earlier and I will end this charade...Deal?.."
"What charade, and what poison?"Darius was confused,"And what hurts? Did you fall off that stone?" Darius stopped and looked at her ankles, checking if she sprained them when she jumped off. Darius was saying it all too loud though, he didn't realize she was trying to mark him off as a ***** to Wilhelm.
Then it clicked, earliar she said she had an 'interest' in him. It hadn't been informative then. She didnt realize what she was feeling. She must not have been from a species that used love a lot. This wasn't love though, it was just s silly crush. Yet was it really so silly? Darius sort of felt the same way even th99ough he had just met the girl a while ago. It was silly, just silly in a good way.
"Oh...You're good...now you have no recollection of the aforementioned events. When I die, give the Smitten One my shovel. She appears to be the only interesting one not trying to kill me." She mumbled to him, blushing against as she sat up straight in piggyback position and crossed her arms, pouting her fuller bottom lip slightly as she sat. She tightened her legs around his neck, hoping to at least annoy him that way.
She became bored, sticking her tongue out at the new boy she had encountered, he didnt speak enough for her liking. She soon grabbed onto Darius' hair and began to try and steer him away, taking him into an empty corridor, jumping down and pulling herself up to his height with her power's, pushing him, feebly...Aganst the wall, staring at him "Tell me...What you did...To me." She ordered, staring him down like a hungry dog. Licking her lips slightly, suspecting that blood may be spilled soon enough..As is the normal reaction to such events.
When they came to the arm Darius pointed at it and smiled back at Wilhelm as Saph pulled him away."What are your symptoms? I am pretty sure I didn't poison you. You might just have gotten a sickness unfarmiliar to your immune system."Darius now got serious, there were some bad diseases underground and in forests.
Darius slowly put his hand on her forehead, holding it there a little longer than usuall and dragging it across her cheek a small bit. He took his hand off and blushed though. She didn't feel feverish, that was a good thing.
"My cheeks keep feeling wierd, increased heart rate, slight pain every so often, dizziness, and it started after you bloody came so close to me, SO IT'S YOUR FAULT!" She shouted, pushing him back again, staring him down, she was most certainly not amused, she wanted to know what sort of infection or poison she had been given, this feeling was not familiar to her, and it scared her immensely, which resulted in her hostility towards Darius. She began panting slightly after pushing him.
"T-TELL ME!" She shouted again, tears holding up somehow, biting her bottom lip as she bought herself closer, desperate to stop feeling this way, or at least to nullify the effects, it genuinely hurt her as this was such an unfamiliar emotion to her.
"Ahh." Darius chuckled. "I can see you don't find this funny but I can't help but laugh. You aren't sick. You've got a crush on me." He had a spark in his eye and a grin on his face. Not a sickness, not a poison. Darius wiped a tear from Saph's eye, he wasnt acting like usuall when he realized girls crushed on him, then he just kept on in his studies. Saph was different though, she was interesting, fun, a mystery.
Saph stopped, motionless, arms by her side, the tears continued to stream. "T...T.T-Take that back...TAKE IT BACK!" She exclaimed loudly, throwing a strop, how could she have fallen prey to human emotions, this wasn't in her quota at all, and quite distressing as by the time she was finished stropping, she was on the floor, kicking her legs and punching out with her arms in a full blown tantrum.
Eventually beginning to calm down...She began to think logically..."This is worse than deeeaaatthh...Crushing on...some...Pathetic excuse for a human boy...Euuuggh...HOW THE **** COULD I POSSIBLY FALL FOR YOU!?" She asked...In a little more than aggressive tone. Going back to him, eyeing him over, she blushed, gulping as she came to his height, placing her hands on his shoulders, leaning in, lip's nearly pressed against his, trying to mimic what he did earlier, but... Then she pulled away "This is wrong...Wrong wrong WRONG..."She mumbled, rubbing her arms as she kept her gaze away from him...Trying to work out what to do. She had to avoid this emotion at all costs, but it wasnt going to prove easy. Yes, she found him interesting as a subject, but...as a mate? Mate's didnt exist outside of royal boundaries in her society, otherwise the other being was simply a host...saying that, with the 'tragedy' that befell her kind, she supposed being the only one left, to her knowledge, would make the possible mate suitable...but it still didnt make it right...
Cynthia waved to the pair as Kaitlyn wandered outside to speak with someone else. It seemed everyone was arriving at the same time. She was asked a question, and Cynthia began to answer, but it seemed it wasn't her turn. She let Astin finish speaking before doing so herself. "I don't think I can really give you a straight answer. I'm excited to be away from home for the first time in my life, but at the same time, it's a little scary, because I have never literally been without someone I grew up with before." Cynthia shifted a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to put her things away and scout of the area, but it would be rude to simply wander off, right? Her feet hurt. Cynthia wasn't used to heels, and her skin itched from being so dry. She wanted to swim. Cynthia knew she was probably just magnifying tiny uncomforts, but once she'd noticed them, they were hard to ignore. Astin's voice brought her back into the real world. She was saying something about making friends, but Cynthia wasn't really paying attention, and simply gave an agreeing grunt in response. Things were quiet for a moment, except for Kieve's growling, and the silence was only broken by Kaitlyn's return, immediately followed by her passing out. Cynthia let out a sigh, lazily wandering over to the scene and looking down at the girl. Kieve seemed to be taking care of her quite alright, so Cynthia took the opportunity to try and find her room so that she could put her things down. As she strode off, she could hear Kaitlyn waking up once again and felt better knowing she was alright.