|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 11:51 am
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
[ Makai ]
Teamwork.
That's what they called it, with begrudging grimaces and exasperated sighs. Teaming up with the Cerberus Knights, those soft-hearted, pampered, vanilla-flavored... Most blackhearts thought this way of the knights. Afterall, they were always there, taking care of the 'messes' they couldn't, or refused to do.
Ruria had been given her mission objectives, and reluctantly went to Lumena to meet with her Cerberus Knight escort, the one who had been assigned to be her 'partner' for this mission. It was a rare case where they needed their cooperation...afterall, these types of witch eaters had formed a nest right under their nose, in the very heart of Lumena.
She almost wished it had been Spiritus -- Spiritus were the real challenges. A spiritus could very well kill her, and that excitement, to see such power and test her own, it was... exhilarating.
Ruria paid the driver of the carriage and got out, making her way casually towards the designated meeting place, in no hurry or rush. It should be an easy enough job...why else involve the knights? And Lumena was such a pretty town, one she did not often get to see --
All thoughts stopped as her eyes caught the glint of armor reflecting the sun, the locks of creamy pale hair blowing softly in the afternoon breeze, and familiar yet distant light amber eyes. She was startled for sure, that this was her escort, this was her partner.
"You..." she murmured. Her red eyes were opened wider than usual in her curiosity. They had only known each other briefly, such a long time ago, through some matter of schooling or training, she couldn't recall. Her hair was pink, then. Would he recognize her now, now that her element had caused it to change into ghostly white, and to change her eyes from warm rose to piercing crimson?
She hadn't anticipated this, and a wave of nostalgia and even girlish shyness crept over her, and she found herself twisting her fingers through the soft black feathers around her waist (that she had stolen from the Spiritus and her friend, Ezekiel, as he slept in dragon form.)
Ruria was quick to regain her composure, stopping just in front of Azra'iel. "I see you've become what you always wanted," she said, eyeing his knightly costume. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:07 pm
A terminal mission.
Such a political way to say deaths would be dealt. It also meant Azra'iel had been assigned a partner from the Blackheart organization. He did not hold a grudge against the Blackhearts, but it always irked him to be treated in a condescending manner for the duration of these rare cooperative efforts.
A small, underground group of witch eaters were causing ...unpleasantness in central Lumena and the Royal Family wanted the matter resolved as quietly and efficiently as possible. It was Azra'iel's private opinion that this is why the Blackhearts were brought in instantly. To his superiors, he simply said he would do what needed to be done.
And he would; he did not mind a battle, even to the death, as long as there actually was a battle, not a simple slaughter.
He was waiting patiently on his assigned partner, quietly enjoying the beauty of the day. He was aware he had arrived at the designated meeting point early, he had preparations to make before the Blackheart arrived. Those tasks complete, the sun out, and a rising breeze made for a pleasant moment. Even feather-light enchanted mythril was warm in the sun.
The sound of a carriage stopping closer than expected, followed by a slowly strengthening feminine voice, drew him from his contemplation of the day. Turning, Azra'iel almost had to take a step back from the petite woman before him. Blinking down into glowing crimson with slightly narrowed eyes, Azra'iel tried to place the vaguely familiar beauty.
Ah, schooling, he recalled going through some training with... "Ruria. It has been years." The corner of his mouth twitched into a hint of a smile as the Knight realized his long-ago classmate was his Blackheart partner for the mission. He thought he remembered softer eyes and pink hair, but magic was a strange force and could change one far beyond simple colors. Nodding, he spoke almost softly, "It appears as thought you have prospered in your life path as well."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:22 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
"Prospered?" Ruria parroted the world, shifting her eyes away from him. Knights were such different people than blackhearts. Perhaps it was the age old stereotype, but something about a knight, even Azra'iel, could emanate a sense of protection and warmth, something most Blackhearts kept to themselves...Especially Ruria. Those she was warm to were few and far between, unlike how she used to be.
"For lack of better word, I suppose. This is just a duty for me, something I was born into. I imagine you have felt similar obligations before, am I correct?" There was a barrier between them, a hard exterior she put up herself. "Even now, speaking to me all formal." She poked her index finger against his forehead, breaking the bounds of politeness, though her voice always maintained lady-like eloquence. "I'm here as a sword, so please use me as one -- without restraint, Az." Her lips curved into a coy smile, knowing it'd rub him wrong, and she laughed softly at his discomfort.
It was moments like these, confronted with figments of the past, that she wavered, but every time she did, she remembered what had happened when she laid her absolute trust and hopes on a person -- betrayal, weakness. Oh, the weakness...
"Lead the way~" she purred.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 4:19 pm
Golden eyes glared down at the white-haired minx, briefly following the hand that had...assaulted his person before flickering back to her coy smirk. Feeling his shoulders tense along the back of his neck, Azra'iel took a slightly deeper than normal breath. He was well-practiced in playing it cool and for the sake of the mission going smoothly, he would do so. As he recalled, Ruria rather enjoyed prodding at one's temper.
"I supposed this role was somewhat expected of me, but I chose it without coercion. I will agree that it is a challenge at times, though." Azra'iel spoke thoughtfully, considering the bitter edge entering her voice. He was being too formal? Perhaps. But then again, he might do well to test the limits of Ruria's humor before descending below the city streets. Allowing his bangs to shield his eyes, the Knight caught a hold of the offending hand, bowing over it with the lightest brush of lips before straightening. "Ah, Milady, if formal is what you so desire, I shall have to work harder for you." Gallantly tucking Ruria's hand into the crook of his arm, he moved toward the mouth of an alley where a shop keeper had offered him basement access to the old drainage tunnels running below this section of the city. Opening the door with a sweeping gesture, Azra'iel's eyes glittered with humor and an unspoken challenge.
"After you, Miss Ruria. As you so eloquently note your ability as a 'sword,' I will assume you can handle anything that might decide to come out of the shadows."
While magic was a strange and strong agent of change; so was life. And it appeared Ruria was far more guarded than Azra'iel recalled her being. Well, considering she was not only a member of the Blackhearts but appeared to have inherited the duty...it was probably better for her to be guarded.
But for some reason, it bothered him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 4:37 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
His lips were touching the back of her hand. The realization hit her like being dunked in ice water, and a toe-to-head shock and shudder ran through her, her cheeks flushing red, her whole being practically petrifying.
"No-no! That's not what I meant--" she wailed as he practically dragged her, her arm securely tucked into his. Her face was riddled with rosy hue the entire way, glaring sometimes, chewing her lower lip in silent protest, and scheming ways to get back at him for such emotional treachery. She could pour a bottle of salt over his food when he looked away...or perhaps pour syrup in his shoes! Or perhaps, use her weapon as being a woman, and make him share in the embarrassment --
Her plots interrupted as he spoke again, and the door into the dark, underground passage opened. It smelled...wet, moldy. The walls were so riddled with slime and algae that the brick had changed into a putrid shade of green.
"Stinks," she grumbled, holding a hand up to her nose as she accepted his challenge, striding into the darkness without fear. "There's nothing down here scarier than I am," she retorted. "except this hideous stench!"
Where she must have blended in with the darkness and shadows around them, Azra'iel still stood out, as if he were a torch in that dismal light, and she were but one of the many shadows. It was simply...their difference. He was a creature of light, she of the dark. He protected life, and she delivered death. Perfect opposites.
"There's a suffocating feeling from that direction." she nodded towards it. "And blood in the air." She held his gaze for only a moment, before loping away in that direction, a twist of her hand summoning her weapon: Guillotine, a circular device with its very namesake on one curve. Perfect for decapitating Spiritus and fallen majin.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:19 pm
He actually had to work to keep a straight face as Ruria flounced past him to the door, but was impressed at the entire change to her demeanor once she got down to the business at hand. While her retort was a bit off the cuff... Azra'iel believed her. As soon as she entered the dark, her power noticeably swelled and seemed to draw the darkness to cloak her. He stood out miserably, but this was not precisely a stealth mission: the witch eaters had to know their time was limited.
Eye flicking to the direction of her nod, he returned the gesture and simply acknowledge, "Lead on."
Ruria's gaze briefly locked with his and then she was off moving with near-silent speed and grace. He followed swiftly and feeling her energy swell again, saw the dark glint of a weapon shortly thereafter. Not wanting to ruin their rapidly (well, his not-so-rapidly) adjusting night vision, he drew his sword without drawing on his power or summoning the spirit of the sword. Better in the end, since the lack of light would mean he would burn through energy reserves far faster than he would above ground. He still had his sword and he was no slouch while using it.
The next arch they went under opened into a hub with at least four other paths. He lengthened his stride, moving up next to his deadly companion as the pace slowed minutely and spoke quickly in a low voice. "We think there are six in the den, but as you have likely surmised from your involvement, reports have proven unreliable... and the Royal Family is impatient." Giving Ruria a sidelong stare and shaking his head slightly, Azra'iel gave a quiet sigh. "In deference to the Blackhearts I've worked with in the past; please simply let me know if I get in your way. It is not my intent."
Glancing around the space quickly, Azra'iel shook off the strange lack of confidence and looked back to Ruria for indication of the next path.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:59 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Something about his words struck her as odd, and Ruria paused in her steps, slowly turning to level her gaze on him. "In my way?" She stood still, mouth in a thoughtful frown, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Have a little more pride in yourself as a warrior, Azzy." her lips twitched into a soft grin. "I'm sure you didn't get to your level by being 'in the way'."
She shook her head at herself, letting her eyes drift lazily away from his. He really did seem like a torch in all this darkness. It wasn't such a bad thing, though. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow can be against it.
Ruria took one step towards one of the passages, when the sound of metal scraping stone echoed loudly, all around them, one after the other -- the entrances had all been sealed shut -- they knew they were there, and worse, something was hissing from the ground, and a noxious vapor was rising like mist in the sealed chamber.
"Damn it --" she sputtered, coughing and holding her breath. It wasn't poison -- it was a sedative gas used to induce sleep. Of course, they wouldn't want to kill them immediately. They'd want to torture them for information first.
Ruria raised her hand towards a door, pupils constricting as she willed it to lift, to shatter, to move, anything. It began to rumble, resonating with her magic, slowly began to lift, but then fell hard back into its secure position as the gas began to take heavy effect on her, being more close to the source than Azra'iel. She staggered backwards, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and slumped to the ground.
Just as Az was also being effected by the gas, the doors could be heard sliding open again, and the murmur of voices, smug and victorious, were conversing.
"Blackie and a Knight, what a treat."
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 3:17 pm
Snorting quietly at her words, Azra'iel just shook his head at Ruria's insistence on shortening his name. That simply was not going to stand for long, the shortened name sounded ridiculous, even from the ...rather charming Ruria. But as he opened his mouth to respond, a metallic grind came from each of the passages and large doors dropped, sealing the tunnels. From somewhere in front of the pair, a slow, ominous hiss began; difficult to distinguish from the echoes of the doors. Dropping immediately into a battle stance back to back with Ruria, he scanned the area, but saw nothing charging them. Hearing Ruria's curse followed by coughing and subsequent gasp, Azra'iel carefully held his next breath as his eyes raced over the doors. He could tell Ruria was trying to affect one of them, but with the reverberative nature of the basin, he couldn't narrow it down to which.
"Ruria, which..." There was another slight shake in the ground as whatever door she had been lifting slammed against the floor. Knowing his command of light could not help with the tainted air or sealed doors, Azra'iel did not waste his energy flinging spells at nothingness. The gas was one used to subdue, one he had probably released before himself. Concentrating just enough energy to the tips of his fingers to beat back the shadows, his hand casually flicked out and five small balls of softly glowing light now illuminated the area. But there was no solution to be seen.
In need of air, Azra'iel sipped in a slow, cautious breath and felt the slow spin in his head rapidly progress to disorientation from the gas now permeating the space and a built up lack of ready oxygen. Hearing Ruria stumble behind him, he turned to try to at least break her fall. Unfortunately, the gas was fast acting and his perception of space was off. Catching an elbow in the gut from the falling Blackheart, knocked out his wind and as a malicious voice approached from quickly-blurring figures, Azra'iel slid to a knee, both hands on his sword desperately trying to stay upright even as his vision faded to grey.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 4:11 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, or where they were. The musty odor of the underground passage was still thick, but there was also the scent of blood in the air, and rot. Suddenly, it all came back to her what had happened, and Ruria jolted upwards, only to be violently pulled back by shackles around her wrists and ankles. Her head whirled and she groaned as the after effects of the gas were wearing off. Across the room she could see Az, in a similar situation, and in a dark corner....
Chills ran up her spine. That's where the scent of rot came from. A literal pile of people... young, old, in between, were stacked -- dead, some with their eyes still open, gazing listlessly and hollowly into the beyond.
"Az..." she whispered towards him. "Wake up. Wake up." It was then that she felt an unfamilar draft around her chest, and, looking down, realized their captives had apparently gotten an eyefull of her bosom --the midpiece being unbuckled.
A horrific growling emanated from her as she realized this, unable even to hide this view from azra'iel. Heads..were going..to roll. ALL OF THEM.
The door to whatever dismal chamber they were in opened, and several male witch eaters stepped in -- four of them.
"Oh, looks like the little birdies are waking up. I guess you're wondering why you're still alive?"
Ruria glanced at Az, then back at the man who spoke. "Not really." she replied, bored-like. "It's obvious you intend torture for information." She felt concern then, for her male companion. She knew he was valiant and strong, but torture...? Her branch of blackhearts were trained to endure it from a young age, but a knight...?
"Please start with me," she hoped silently. "Not him, not him."
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 8:51 pm
Time had gotten hazy as the "hunted" dragged the pair of now-incapacitated "hunters" though the sewers. Azra'iel, when he could feel, felt as though he was being held just beneath water, desperately trying to surface to consciousness. When he did come to, his senses cleared slowly, and he found he was shackled, hands and feet, to the wall. Hearing the voices of presumably the witch eaters returning, he sagged back against the wall, allowing his face to go slack and breathing to deepen as the shuffling sounds became distinct footsteps.
"One of you check to see if you can crack open the tin can, I'll go check on Blackie."
Rough hands searched him, clumsily; presumably looking for hidden weapons, orders... or releases in his platemail? The Majin did not need to remove armor to cause damage so Azra'iel was not entirely sure what they were after.
"This s**t's impossible to get into. You can do it." A dark chuckle echoed through the space from across the room. "Pathetic. See, it only took one buckle for me to get to this lovely porcelain skin. We have their weapons, that and the shackles should be enough. Let's go meet the others, make sure they weren't followed."
Restraining an eyeroll or any other reaction, Azra'iel sluggishly tried to process the situation. Being held captive meant, most likely, torture... not how he would prefer to spend his day. Especially since it would most likely lead up to his heart being eaten and eventual death. 'I...probably should not be even partially amused by that...' he grimaced at his own dark humor.
Cracking his eyes open once the sound of movement had faded away, he saw that Ruria was similarly shackled directly across the room from him. An absolutely unbearable scent originated from the darkest corner of the room, where a pile of heartless corpses was slowly disintegrating into each other. Cringing at the overwhelming scent, he was focusing on simply breathing when he heard Ruria's almost panicked whisper.
Golden eyes cracked back open as four witch eaters entered the room, swaggering with their success. Ruria antagonized them in a bored tone of voice, he assumed to draw their attention to her. Did she have a plan or was she ...possibly concerned for him? He was certainly not happy with the situation; she was his partner for the extent of the mission and in his territory, thus under his protection. Spine stiffening, Azra'iel straightened as silently as he could, mentally summoning the light spirit he had bound to his sword. Shad'ya was bound to the weapon, but not sealed within it. He had never really explored working with her without his sword, but it could give them some sort of edge.
Feeling the spirit's presence hiding in a nearby torch, Azra'iel faked a slightly exaggerated yawn and adopted similar, unemotional tone of voice. "What is this now? You say torture is next on the schedule? Well, that makes the day more interesting, does it not?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 9:42 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
One of the witch eaters delivered a harsh kick towards Azra'iel's ribcage. "Cheeky, aren't you? Don't you know it's ladies first? Unless you're actually a lady under there..you do have a pretty face, don't ye?"
One of the males who seemed more in a position of leadership loosened Ruria's chains only slightly, enough to hoist her smaller frame practically into his lap, facing Azra'iel. He spun a small knife around in between his fingers, before letting the silver of the blade press to her collarbone. "Now, be a good boy, and tell us the name of the informant who let you in on our little hideout, or I'll start cutting her until her innards come toppling out, like this." He let the blade press into her flesh, drawing a line of scarlet down her collarbone.
Rage was swirling in her red eyes, but Ruria didn't give him the pleasure of a reaction, void of all expression and emotion as she stared at the floor. Inside, her thoughts tumbled, hoping with all their might that Az could somehow free himself. She didn't want to show him what kind of a monster she had become, how nearly all drops of sweetness in her from when he had known her before had disappeared, how stained with blood and carnage were her fingertips, now wrapped in shadow and bereftment her heart, so she withstood the cuts their enemy made on her flesh, the lewd touches, the burns he began carving against her belly, but finally, she could take it no more -- she snapped.
Ruria gave a piercing scream, mostly of rage, lunging hard against her shackles, then back -- slamming the back of her head hard into the witch eater's nose. Blood gushed down his face and he cried out in agony, then anger, gripping fistfuls of her hair, yanking it back harshly enough to reveal her throat.
"Hey, don't kill her just yet, we still need to get blackie information!" another cried, but the leader threw him off, empowered by his rage.
"No, she busted my face, I'm going to rip out the b***h's heart, that'll make the hero talk!" he roared.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 10:27 pm
He seethed. The cowards would slice up a woman to get information. Of course they would, they were sewer slime. But he had not expected such quick action after so little gloating. He barely even felt the kick, absently tightening his core the moment he perceived movement toward him. No, Azra'iel was beyond thinking and plotting. He was only able to react.
Ever-narrowing golden eyes followed every movement of the little silver blade. He could see Ruria was tense, but it did not appear to be from pain. If he had been briefly trained to deal with torture, he had to suspect Ruria was far more versed in it. But hearing a woman's scream caused his normally-tight control over his temper to snap.
His bangs fell over his eyes as Ruria's head was yanked back. The torches in the room flickered and burned low as he drew on their energy. Channeling the light into tight barriers underneath his shackles, he rapidly expanded the barriers, allowing them to explode, shattering the four steel cuffs simultaneously. Standing abruptly free, his head rose, focused entirely on the leader of the witch eaters, eyes glowing, swirling with rage and power.
"Shad'ya." His right arm rose sharply, slashing up in a backhand diagonal that appeared to cut through the witch eater's throat and the chains that attached to cuffs around the wrists of the captive Blackheart from across the room.
Before the leader's raised arm had even completed the arc drawing the knife back for a killing blow, he was dead; sliced through at the wrist, eyes, and throat by a streak of golden light that had followed the directive of the irate Knight's hand. Azra'iel's voice was calm, flat... almost monotone. He straightened and turned his head marginally to focus on the other witch eaters, Shad'ya poised delicately at his feet, still spattered in the leader's blood. The room was dark, the torches nearly out, but the Knight practically glowed with raging energies.
Reaching down toward his familiar, she glowed brighter and became somewhat transparent, merging with the energies now spiraling around his hand. After the bright flash cleared, Azra'iel stood armed with still-glowing sword and a blank face, eyes still eerily yellow.
"This woman is under my protection. Touch her again and you forfeit your life. Run like the cowards you are and you forfeit your life." Taking a slow, even breath and looking the remaining men individually in the eye, Azra'iel smiled.
"Who is next?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 8:44 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Under his protection....?
Ruria's gaze snapped towards Az, her eyes narrowing in anger, though she said nothing. He had shown a fair bit of commendable strength, but there was no way she was going to be outdone by a knight....
The torches in the chamber flickered like a wind breathed through, some of them going out and bathing the room in a grim, sickly light. The chains around her rattled, cracks manifesting on the wall behind her, and with a sharp breaking sound, the shackles around her wrist cracked and broke apart, and she stood to her feet, a terrible look to her face.
"Their lives were forfeit the day they were born," she said darkly, quickly lashing her hand at the witch eater nearest her with her gauntleted fingers. They tore through the softness of his throat, blood spurting across her cheek from his severed arteries, and he gurgled in pain and fear as he drowned in his own blood.
Darkness was swirling behind her eyes, clouding her mind and rational thoughts. All she wanted to do was destroy them, every last bit, regardless this was the very thing she hadn't wanted azra'iel to see, and as she pursued this task, she...laughed. Guillotine swung around as if she danced with it, the room growing ever darker as the sound of dismembered limbs hitting the walls and floors, of men screaming in horror was they were killed in a most brutal fashion.
And then, guillotine swung towards him -- Towards Azra'iel, but stopped harshly near his face, Ruria staring into his eyes, hers wide and surprised, her mouth open slightly. It had almost taken her again, she had almost killed him...! For a moment she simply stared at him like this, before dropping the ring blade and recoiling quickly. He had simply protected her, and in her rage, she had almost taken off his head, had shown him the very horror she wished so much to hide from him.
"....I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice barely audible, cracked. Before he could respond to her, she fled the room.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:57 pm
Before anyone even reacted to his statement, Ruria had made her move, laughing darkly as she dispatched the remaining witch eaters. Effortlessly.
Adrenaline still high, Azra'iel instinctively parried the strike coming at his head, not even really realizing it was Ruria's weapon. She had already stopped the ring blade by the time his sword met it, but the clash was still jarring.
Champagne eyes widened as they took in the blades, narrowing as they met the shocked crimson behind them. Ruria's mouth moved silently, face a mask of surprise, before she pulled away from him murmuring a shaky apology as she fled into the shadows.
Releasing his hold on maintaining his sword, Azra'iel tried to follow her, but stumbled into the door frame as his powers redistributed themselves in his body. He had not quite gotten the hang of building a sword out of light yet, it was a newer skill he was still perfecting. Growling to himself, he shoved off the wall only to realize he had no idea where Ruria might have gone.
"Ruria!" His shout echoed endlessly in the abandoned tunnels. Shaking his head, he spoke only to himself the second time; expecting that his companion was long gone. "...Ruria."
Two steps into what appeared to have been the main living area of the witch eaters--who now lay most dismembered on the floor behind him--the light witch stopped to look around. Multiple door ways led into deeper shadows, all of which would easily hide the petite woman he sought. Seeing his normal weapon leaning against the wall in it's sheath he strode over to retrieve it. Taking a final quick look around the room, Azra'iel moved toward the hall he hoped led to an exit. He would have a lot of paperwork for this mission.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 7:02 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
She hadn't gotten very far before stopping, leaning her arm against the slimy wall, breath ragged. She had almost taken his head off! Here she had thought she finally had such a grasp on her magic, and it had nearly consumed her again. All she could feel was bloodlust, she didn't see people, but monsters, shadows of monsters, and she had nearly killed Az, who had only tried to protect her.
Her stomach churned, she felt sick, and she buckled to her knees, lips trembling in a dry, soundless sob. "What...is happening to me," she whimpered softly, mostly to herself. When her head stopped whirling, she stood up again, looking around the dingy dark of the tunnels. She shouldn't leave him in there -- she should find him and apologize.
She backtraced her steps until finding the corpse-filled room they had been in, but he wasn't there anymore. Finally, she caught up to him, watching from behind he door frame as he tried to pick out which way to go for an exit.
"...A..Az.." she murmured, still refusing to acknowledge his distaste for the nickname. Her voice was small and shaky, not at all like her previous demeanor. She only vaguely peeked halfway at him from behind the entryway, a look to her face like that of a child who had just broken the most valuable piece of china and knew it. "I-I'm sorry..d..did I..." she couldn't find her words. She could always find her words, but in this moment, there were none. She only felt sick at the thought of what might have happened -- that his head might have rolled along with that of her enemy. "I'm sorry," she cried, sliding down the wall and back to her knees. "It was an accident, I couldn't tell what I was doing, or what ... I-I'm so sorry."
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
