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 Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:22 pm
In a cove, surrounded by waterfalls, somewhere hidden where strangers eyes wouldn't see, a little nook leads in to a man-made house, larger than one would think on first glance. Within it lives a family of travelers, often not at home. Though the area directly around their nook is filled with lush greenery, the island that houses this treasure of beauty holds a few of it's own secrets from wandering eyes. Scars of unholy battles lie on the other side of the island, overgrown now with vegetation, but still barely visible. It is as much a mystery as the few who reside within it tend to be, and they would rather keep it that way. The island is unnamed, and not too far from mainland, but too small for the general populace to care enough to inhabit. The rumors that surround the small island contribute to it's lack of population, as well. Long dead volcanos smoke with life at night, in a haunting display that few have managed to witness and live to tell about. When the daybreak comes, those same mountains that bubbled with smoke and magna are once more overgrown with trees and plantlife, indicating that the volcanos have been dead for years. Despite such haunting persuasions, the coastline is a vision of beauty, and during the day travelers may often stop to rest on the rocky beaches, before continuing on.
Few are foolish enough to stay the night.
(This is a private roleplay thread. Please do not post in it unless otherwise agreed upon by me, Alania.)
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:33 pm
Name: Alania Love
Font Colour: Indigo
Age: 27
Race: Cabbit
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115
Eye Colour: Amber Yellow
Hair Colour: Purple
Skin Tone: Caucasion; Pale
Distinguishing Features:Long, wide purple cabbit ears, and a white tuft tail
Family: Nio
Special Abilities: Feral cabbit form, ship form
Personality: Alania used to be as carefree as her twin brother, but with the dissappearance of her husband and son years ago, she's become a cautious, and bitter woman. Her extensive background in ancient runes has offered her several options over the years, and helped her in many a tight squeeze. She is overly protective of all her children, and is always positive that she knows what is best for them. She is never without some kind of Runes spellbook and casting stones, carried in her backpack.
History: Alania was created in a laboratory owned by Hinata, a mad scientist, for companionship. When Alania grew, she sought out a life and love of her own, and in Hinata's rage she split Alania into two beings, in an attempt to keep some remnant of her. The experiment failed horribly, and Hinata returned to rectify what she had done wrong, reuniting Alania once more to be with her then husband. The residue of what was left behind was used to make Alania's twin brother, Nio.
Likes: Carrots, Runes, her children, pets and wards, and her friends.
Dislikes: Lack of control, loud things.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:40 pm
Name: Adghal
Font Colour: Red
Age: 19
Race: Tahnee Demon
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 130
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair Colour: Black with red streaks
Skin Tone: Pale
Distinguishing Features: Demon horns, leathery wings, taloned fingers
Significant Other: Tomoyo (wife)
Immediate Family: 1 son, Damien
Special Abilities: Can manipulate all aspects of fire, destruction, and chaos
Lust. Envy. Pride. Greed. Gluttony. Sloth. Wrath. These were the ingredients used to make the perfect little demon. But Satan accidentally added one ingredient to the concoction.
A heart.
Though at times with Adghal, it's impossible to tell.
The demonic Tahnee and his angelic counterpart became a part of the family in early November of 2004, and has since then been living on the island with Alania, and learning the customs of daily life. Respect and responsibility have never been Adghal's greatest qualities, and they remain at a distant reach from his grasp. However, if you think he's bad now.. you should have seen him when he first arrived. The scars dotting the other side of the island are constant reminders of his ever bubbling wrath. Only, things began to become rather confusing for him, as Alania allowed him to mingle with other tahnees at the orphanage in hopes he will learn a few lessons on life that she alone would never be able to teach him. Perhaps there are a few lessons even Alania had not expected..
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:43 pm
Name: Jada
Font Colour:Blue
Age: 19
Race: Tahnee Angel
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 111
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Blueblack with light tips
Skin Tone: Pale
Distinguishing Features: Large white wings, halo, always shoeless
Significant Other: Marcus.. *Blush~*
Special Abilities: Full manipulation of holy power, healing ability
Adghal's counterpart had mysteriously arrived at the Tahnee Orphanage at the same time he had. From the moment the two had been put into Reyn's care, she knew they would need a home, fast. To separate them would prove catastrophic, however, and so Alania took on the challenge.
Jada's personality can be summed up easily. She craves the simplicity of nature, and beauty in every regard. Polite and friendly, the angel brings a bubbly light to any situation she finds herself in.
Jada has henceforth been the yin to Adghal's yang, though the two bicker almost constantly. Whatever Adghal destroys, Jada will return and rectify - and in keeping with the balance of the universe, anything that Jada might attempt to create from nothing, Adghal feels obliged and urged to destroy. Thus the two manage to keep each other in check, equals in every respect. For this reason, Alania kept the two close, and continues to this day to plan out their lives for them. A life that, despite her good intentions, is far from what they intend to pursue..
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:57 pm
 Gabriel is the oldest tahnee of the group, though not by much. He and Calista share a special bond brought forth by living together, and they spend most of their time with one another, alone. Intelligent, and proud of his self-sufficiency, Gabriel is rarely seen unless needed, and usually found travelling to the world's most famous libraries in search of more information on the world.
 Calista is the quietest out of all of the tahnees living under this roof, though she speaks mainly with Gabriel if at all. Headstrong and independent, she carries with her an aura of strength, and is therefore respected by the family, save for Adghal. Even Gabriel respects Calista's authority, though she usually lets him make all of the decisions. When she has an opinion, however, it is heeded well. She is often found travelling with Gabriel, or exploring the lands on her own. She is rarely anywhere but Gabriel's side, however.
 Kailine is what Alania likes to call a firecracker. A mischievous little witch with a taste for the absurd, the young girl enjoys a good prank every once in a while. She looks up to, and has a slight crush on, Adghal. However, when one of her older siblings or Alania requests obedience of her, she is surprisingly docile. A sweetness rests underneath that mischief, one that makes her very attached to the rest of her family.
 The youngest, and newest, of the family, Lani is a stark mirror of her caretaker, Alania. Alania was amazed when she first saw the little one, who reminded her of herself as a child, minus a few obvious differences. (The girl had no floppy ears and tail to speak of, and hence looked as Alania would have, had she been human.) She was instantly brought into the family, and is well taken care of by the older members, though Adghal avoids her at all costs.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 6:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 4:39 pm
Other Family:
 
The Nimue are new members to the family, both mischievous fire Nimue who consider themselves like close sisters. They tend to stick together, though they will frequently gang up on a solitary family member and play pranks on them. Jezebel asserts a slight authority over Kalendra, seeing as she's the elder of the two. Kalendra has a sweeter side that at times shows herself, especially in the rare occasion she is separated from her older sister.
Click on Kittrel to learn more about her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 4:41 pm
Post Privileges You may only post here if you are: -Alania -Nio Love -Sukkubus -Eight -Reyn -Enoh Love -anemosagkelos -Chibi Dragonfly -Leaving a pet/family member a gift (We like gifts!)
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 4:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 4:47 pm
((Original RP thread, and all past posts up until this point, can be found here.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:28 pm
---Friday, August 12, 2005--- Nio Love This was, without question, a bad idea.
This was so bad an idea, in fact, that he had turned around and thought better of it twice already.
Here he was, standing in front of Alania's home, a home that Jada herself had brought him to. His hand was poised, ready to knock, but it refused.
Even his hand was smarter than he.
It had begun with such ironic humor, when Nio had found out from Asrafel that his sister worked in the same Center as the boy did. Once he had spoken with Orestae over the phone, the woman refused to take no for an answer. The feud between brother and sister was supposed to end, tonight, on their birthday.
That's right, it was their birthday. Orestae hadn't realized that they were twins, even though he had remained in a test tube at birth while Alania was allowed to grow. He supposed it was a good idea he hadn't told her about that little tidbit of information, lest she try to make this a double birthday party. But they had both agreed not to tell Alania that Asrafel was his boy.. at least, not until tonight.
The second thoughts about this endeavor bubbled forth from within him one last time, and he dropped his hand. If only Enoh were here..
Sadly, he knew he had to do this alone.
His fist raised up and he knocked at the door, immediately regretting it. He took a step back, but the door swung open before he could do much more.
His sister stood in the doorway, glaring out at him with a roller in one hand. A heavy silence fell between the siblings, that stretched out for a length of time.
Finally, Nio rose his hand up and pointed a finger to the sky, while his lips parted to speak. He was interrupted with a slamming door in his face.
So much for the diplomatic approach. Nio Love "Come ON Lani, just let me in!"
"NO. GO AWAY."
Nio sighed, rubbing his sore fist. He had been banging on the door for quite some time now, only to get the same negative response.
"I just want to talk to you!"
"I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY."
Alania was yelling, mainly because she had put the blender on to try and drown Nio's voice out. By her responses, he could tell it wasn't working. He whimpered to himself for a moment, before going silent.
A few minutes later, the blender went off. Nio was grateful that the door didn't have a peep hole, and he held his breath as he heard footsteps coming nearer, and nearer..
The door opened a crack, and a steely amber eye peeked through, only to try and shut the door again once she saw he was still standing there.
But he was ready.
His foot jammed in the small slit of open door, and he groaned as she tried to shove the door closed on it. He slid his fingers into the crack and started to push - a moment later the door swung open, and Alania backed up a few steps.
What could she say? She was nothing compared to the giant of a brother in terms of strength. Once he had a hold on the door, it was hopeless.
Nio gave his sister a frightfully cheerful smile, and chirped out as he slammed the door shut behind him with his foot. "Let's chat." Nio Love His sister refused to look at him. She refused to even remain in the same room. They had played this game for quite a few minutes now, with Alania running off into another room just for her brother to follow him. He almost got a foot in his stomach when he tried to follow her into the bathroom, though.
So now, locked up like a prisoner in her own bathroom, Alania slumped down against the door and tried not to cry.
On the other side, her brother rested his hands against the doorframe. His forehead banged softly against the door, resting there in the silence that he broke with his own whisper.
"Lani, why are you doing this?"
"Because I hate you." Came the shaky, unsteady voice.
"I don't believe that for a second."
"Well you should, it's true." She sounded like a child. In her brother's eyes she was acting like one too. Nio slid down to the floor, turning to rest against the door with his side. He knew his sister was just on the other side, right next to him. It was the closest he'd gotten to her in .. well, ever.
He reached out and touched the door where he thought her head lay. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to just hug her. Now that would be a real birthday present. Nio Love "I'm hungry, you got any food in here?"
Nio pushed himself up after having sat there in silence beside his sister for at least a half hour. He received no answer, and rightly assumed that of course there was food in here, an entire family lived in this house after all.
He headed over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, sticking his head in. This house was the only house in the world, other than his very own, that he knew he would find just what he was looking for.
His large, flopped left ear perked as he heard the soft creak of the bathroom door opening, but he otherwise ignored it. "Mmm.." He murmured as he pulled out the absolute perfection that was a Jada-made carrot cake. It had words written on the top in flawless calligraphy.
"Happy Birthday Mom"
"It's got to be nice, having an angel as a daughter. Of course, my daughters are angels in my eyes, but to have an -actual- angel.. especially one who bakes." He prodded the cake softly with a finger, and it jiggled. It looked as though he was talking to the cake itself, but he knew she was there, peeking around the edge of the wall, watching him with an angry gaze. If he looked up, she would just walk away again, so instead he chose to show her the birthday present her own daughter had made her.
And then eat it.
He looked through the shelves, letting out a soft 'ah' as he found a knife and brought it back to the kitchen table. He made himself comfortable in a seat, and brought the knife up, holding it in a fashion that looked as though he was going to stab it to death.
"Stop!"
Nio's hand came down sharply, but the tip of the knife only grazed the h in Birthday before he pulled it up again. His eyes rolled up to finally get a look at her, and the first thing he noticed was how red her eyes were.
He flipped the knife in his hand, and pointed the hilt in her direction. "Care to do the honors?" Nio Love So there they sat, two cabbits at a kitchen table, devouring a birthday cake in relative silence.
Of course, it was a carrot cake, so neither of them could resist eating it, no matter how uncomfortable the situation might be. Alania had divided the cake in half, and each put half in front of them, cutting bits and pieces off and slowly consuming the cake-half.
Nio finally decided to break the silence. "Lani-"
"Eat your ******** cake."
"But-"
"Eat your <********> birthday cake."
"I WILL if you would just let me-"
Alania slammed her hand on the table, glaring down at her brother from the other side. "Tell you what? Why I hate you? Why I never want to see you again? Why I can't be around you without finding some reason to despise you?"
A pregnant pause fell between them, followed by a much meeker voiced Nio whispering out after shaking his head.
".. I was just gonna ask if I could have some milk."
Oops.
".. Fine." Alania grunted, flopping down into her seat and staring down at her cake forlornly. Now she didn't even want to touch it. She glared up at her brother, who wasn't getting up for the milk he'd just asked for. Instead, he was staring at her in wide eyed confusion.
"What the hell are you staring at?" She snapped out.
"You.. can't? Not won't.. can't?"
Alania's skin turned a pale, sickly color as the words sunk in. She hadn't meant to say can't, and she certainly hadn't meant to reveal that she forced herself to hate him.
But she had. And he had noticed.
Oh, ******** was a soft pop, and Nio's eyes narrowed as he almost jumped over the table - but all he grabbed was air. Alania had turned into a cabbit and scurried off to hide. Nio Love Nio had searched the entire damn house for that cabbit, but it was no use. It was impossible to find her when she hid like this, she could be anywhere. He flopped down on the couch, laying his head back on it and closing his eyes.
Why I can't be around you without finding some reason to despise you?!
He was left to hear those words over and over in his head, and let them sink in. He had never understood why his sister hated him, and just chalked it up to jealousy. Though, if anyone should be jealous it should have been him - Hinata created him as a slave, a replacement for the cabbit-girl she had made and lost. The one she had truly loved.
Nio had never been anything more than a toy to Hinata. So why would Alania be jealous of him?
Unless it wasn't jealousy that held the woman's cold heart.. Nio had always just assumed it was because there was no other logical reason.
Why I can't be around you without finding some reason to despise you?!
"Why are you forcing yourself to hate me.." He whispered out into the still air of the empty room. Two bright little amber eyes blinked open from underneat the loveseat on his left and watched him as he asked himself the question she had hoped he never would.
No, she corrected herself. That wasn't quite the question she feared.
"It's something Hinata did, isn't it.."
Oh, there it was.
Nio opened his eyes and turned around, calling out loudly in hopes that she could hear him, wherever he was.
"Alania, please come out and talk to me. Just tell me what it is, so we can make sure it never happens! You can't let Hinata win like this.. you're playing right into her hands!"
As much as she wanted to believe him, she just wasn't ready to be the reason for his death. Or her own. They both had families now.. people who loved them.
But, she reasoned with herself quietly as she climbed out from under the loveseat, he couldn't trigger the curse while she was a cabbit. It was ironic, and pathetic, that the only way she could be close to her brother was when transformed into a wriggly little puffball.
Nio caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned back into his seat, staring down at the cabbit. His lips were parted in slight surprise, not exactly expecting her to come out so quick.
"Well, that was easy." Nio mused, smirking softly as he bent down and scooped his sister up into his arms, letting her rest on his chest. She buried her face into his chest, making extra sure that he couldn't see her face - just in case. He took it as a sign of affection instead, and purred softly. His eyes stung with tears, threatening to fall. Cabbit or not.. he had never been allowed to hug his own sister.
"Happy birthday, sis." Nio Love Nio sat on the couch comfortably with his arms wrapped around his sister. Their purrs had intertwined at one point, sounding almost like one single loud purr. There was no more point in arguing with her, and it was obvious Nio had forgotten all about why he had come here in the first place.
Until now.
He nuzzled his chin into the fur of his sister's small head, before making sure he had a firm hold on her and standing up. The movement startled the cabbit in his arms, and she flailed slightly, looking up at him with a wide, bright eyed gaze. He looked down at her, giving her an apologetic smile.
"You know I love you, right?"
The cabbit nodded, though her glare only further darkened.
"Well then, when you're ready to try and figure things out with me, I'll be waiting. I'll always be waiting."
He left a pause between thoughts, and it made her heart sink in worry.
"But today, I'm taking you back to the Center."
There was a soft pop, a rush of air, and Nio wavered under the sudden weight in his arms. "NIO!" Alania screamed, beating at his chest. Her purr was gone, and in it's place was a very distinct growl.
"Sorry sis, but a brother's gotta do what a brother's gotta do." Nio lifted his sister up off her feet, eliciting a surprised scream, which only lengthened when he slung the woman over his shoulder like a knapsack and carried her out the door.
"BUT I DON'T WANT A BIRTHDAY PARTY!!"
The door slammed shut on her screaming face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:49 pm
Jada It seemed like such a quiet day. The house had been quiet, just as it was here, an eerie quiet that didn't necessarily seem natural, but was welcome all the same. Still, Jada had left the house that morning to pay a visit to the Orphanage, and see what she may. There were little to no children there at the time, in a lull as the Orphanage often had. Most of the herd of little ones had all been adopted, and the sprinkling of canines were either off on their own time, or adopted as well. She was left to wander alone in the gardens, hearing the gentle tinkling of childish laughter a few yards away as the last of the smaller children played in the garden and awaited something other than the abandoned life they'd found. She began picking out wildflowers that caught her fancy, forming a little bouquet in her hands. It was a simple way to pass the time spent alone. Marcus Marcus was feeling rather foul, and for good reason. Donner had been avoiding the house continuously, and Marcus still had to kick the other's a**. He had searched all Donner's regular haunts, to no avail at finding the other, and so Marcus had turned to his last possible guess. The Orphanage itself. If Donner thought he would find sanctuary there, he was sadly mistaken. Marcus cracked his knuckles as he walked towards the orphanage, sighing a bit and frowning as he neared the front doors. As an after thought he skirted around the side of the building, deciding to see if the reindeer Tahnee was possibly outside. If he was he wouldn't have to drag him there, and it would save Marcus half the work. Marcus Though it was obvious by the look on his face that Jada was not the Tahnee Marcus sought after this day, she was glad to turn upon hearing someone walking about outside, and see him from afar. She gathered the flowers carefully in one hand, and used her other to tug on a side of her skirt, pulling it up enough to carefully shy away from the dirt and grass at her feet. She let the bouquet rest against her thigh as she stepped cautiously forward. He looked so upset, that she thought it best she didn't call out to him or catch his attention. She would let him notice her if he felt so inclined - and if he didn't, well.. she didn't know what she would do if he didn't wish to see her. She would probably be crushed, but never press her presence upon him. It was his own wishes that mattered, not the selfish wishes of her own heart. siladithil: Marcus washed his gaze over all of the garden, before halting as they rested on Jada's beautiful form. His face visibly brightened, a grin splitting across his features. He hadn't seen his angel in so long... "Jada!" he called, his sauntering walk becoming a jog as he raced towards her, scooping her up and into his arms, "I haven't seen you in so long..." He pulled her into his arms, though he tried not to crush the bouquet she had collected. Jada wasn't quite the Tahnee he'd been searching for, but that didn't matter to him. She was far better than the reindeer lowlife. Jada She exhaled an awaiting breath when his face lit up upon noticing her. For a split second she had actually worried that he wouldn't want to see her. It was a childish worry, with no reason behind it.. but still she worried. When his arms reached out for her, she instinctively pulled her bouquet to her breast, so that when his arms wrapped around her, the flowers were lifted just under their chin, leaving their soft scent to reach them both. She smiled brightly, a secret smile that only his eyes were allowed to see, and opened her mouth to speak. Her mouth had shaped into an o, but remained as such even as she started to realize something was wrong. Her bright, wide eyes only widened further, and she trembled softly in his arms, before using what little force she had to pull away from him. Her hands pressed against his chest to do so, but she had no balance to keep her up once she was free, and fell tumbling to the ground before him, landing like a child who'd fallen off her swing. The flowers in her hands were withering and dying before her very eyes, and everywhere Marcus' skin had touched her there were burns, black and grey, as if he was too hot for her to touch. Each and every one of them hurt at once, but the shock of such an event had taken all of her attention. She looked up at Marcus with a pained pout, her eyes brimmed with confusion. It was a pathetic sight to behold as she sat there, her porcelain skin dotted with darkness and the bouquet of wildflowers dead in her still tight grasp. Marcus Marcus couldn't help but frown as she pulled away from them. This quickly became a gape of horror as he realized that somehow, he'd burned her. Marcus took a step backwards, reeling at the sight before him, his heart pounding in his chest. "Jada-.." he voiced, swallowing hard as he stared at her. He took another step back, confussion heavy in his own eyes as well. "Ja... da...?" Jada "No no, don't worry," She quickly murmured in a flustered voice, once she'd gotten a hold of herself. Already she'd begun to press two fingers against each of the burns, trying to get the ones that pained her first. The problem was that as she healed each burn, two began throbbing even more painfully. She wished she could simply heal them all at once, but patience was a virtue after all. "Don't worry.. I'll be fine.." She mumbled to herself, even though the words seemed as though they should have been meant for Marcus. She dropped the wildflowers carelessly out of her hands and let them tumble haphazardly to the ground. They were dead beyond recognition, and depressing to behold. She refused to look up at Marcus, even as she stood and gave herself a once over. The only places the small burns had appeared were those touched by Marcus' skin - even the area that the flowers had protected remained pristine and untouched. It was almost unbearable to think about, though she truly had no answer as to why. Marcus "I'm so sorry," Marcus stammered, still gazing at where the burns had been. He had to sit down. He suddenly felt dizzy, and extremely nautious. With a soft moan he collapsed onto the ground, putting a hand to his forehead, and struggling to breath. He knew somehow, that it was completely his fault. After all, there was no other way to explain it. She had only become burned once his flesh touched hers, and therefore... It had to be his fault. "Sorry..." he murmered again, lifting his gaze to meet hers, "I. I don't understand.." Jada His apologies were the only thing that gave her enough strength to look up at him. Her eyes softened with an anxious worry, and she moved closer, sitting near him while taking care not to touch him physically. Whatever had just happened.. she was pretty sure it wasn't a one time occurrance. "No, don't apologize. I don't understand either. I think.. I just think something's wrong. That's never happened before, but.." She frowned at the only answer her straightforward mind gave her, and shook her head. No, a betrayel was out of the question. "It's just a matter of finding out what's wrong. Maybe.. have you been sick? I can't imagine why that would affect me, but my body is intolerable to toxins.. if there were any on your body still.." But she knew that couldn't possibly be it. She had touched sick children before, and the only effect was that the sickness never carried over to her. Her body killed toxins, which meant they wouldn't burn her on touch. ..maybe she was allergic to the soap he used? Again, a silly thought. She couldn't be allergic to anything. Besides..if that was the case, there wouldnt be much they could do for it. She would never be able to touch him again. Still, the most likely of reasons was one she was unwilling to accept. Marcus A foul taste rose up into his mouth, and he scampered away from her, unable to keep from wretching behind a bush. He grimaced, and wiped off his mouth, though he did not turn to face her again. "Jada..." he murmered, unable to look at her, "I was sick a few days ago, yes- but..." He couldn't speak. He couldn't look at her. He couldn't even stand... He sunk to his knees once more, his back towards her, a shallow breath escaping his lips. "It wasn't my fault..." he whispered hoarsly. But it was, wasn't it? It was all his fault... Jada So he was sick? As ridiculous as it was to believe in an excuse she knew her own worst fears had simply made up, it was so easy to do so. To believe in the impossible, because the possible was unbearable. "Oh.. I wish someone had told me, I would have come to visit you.." She had no way of finding out these things on her own, and she had started to feel like a burden coming to Dragonfly's house every time she wanted to see Marcus. It didn't seem right - some ancient part of her felt like she was taking the place of a male courting his mistress. Was it wrong of her to be old fashioned? Probably, but she was nonetheless. Her head lifted when she heard him once more, and she smiled weakly. It was a strained smile, but a smile nonetheless. "But of course it wasn't your fault, Marcus. Who can control these things? No one. I would never hold you responsible for such a thing. Besides, it's only temporary, I'd suppose. Whatever it is that taints your skin against me can't possibly live there forever. It's just a matter of time.." Her firm resolve forced her to believe this. So what if they had to wait it out? At least she could still be near him, hear him, see him. It was more than she could ask for. Marcus "It's.. It's not just... When I was sick... Donner..." he choked unable to say more. All he could do was shake his head. He let out a hollow sigh, his fingers entwining with the grass, as if he wanted to rip it up. "I'll kill him, I swear," he hissed softly, his anger boiling, before he chanced to glance back at Jada. His anger ebbed away, and he sighed. Killing Donner wouldn't do anything. It'd make him feel better, but in the end.... "Has he tainted me forever?" he wondered, unable to bear the thought. It was wonderful to be in Jada's prescence, but being unable to touch her, to feel her smooth skin against his own- it was an unbearable thought, and a future most cruel. Jada At the mention of Donner, all the blood on Jada's face left. She was truly porcelain, a white sheet thick enough to hide a breaking heart. She waited, and waited still, but nothing but the boys name gave her any clue as to exactly what Marcus was talking about. Her stomach churned as if to warn her that perhaps she didn't want to know, but she couldn't just ignore it. Upon hearing the threat of homicide that left Marcus' lips, the color returned to her face in a flush. It hit her like a brick - perhaps things weren't as bad as they seemed. "Marcus.." She whispered out tentatively, her wide eyes attempting to meet his. "What happened? What did Donner do that would make you want to kill him..?" The fragile little thread of hope had not been cut yet. Marcus "I told him no... I wouldn't.... He took advantage of me Jada. While I was sick he snuck into my room and tried- well. I'm sure you can guess.." he winced, not wanting to have to hear the words escaping his lips, it was so difficult for him to confess this to her, "When I woke up, and found his hands in all the wrong places, I kicked him out of my bed faster than you can say shot. I haven't seen him since, because he knows I'm going to beat him within a thread of an inch of his life," Jada So it wasn't as she'd feared. It was something entirely different, and entirely worse. You would never guess how worse by the reaction the angel gave him. There was a moment of relief, followed by a moment of regret at being so relieved. These moments were too brief compared to what came next, after the silence had left her thinking about just what Marcus had said. And just what Donner had done. And just how angry it made her. "Within a thread of an inch of his life? You said you wished to kill him earlier.." She murmured, in a voice huskier than one might think an angel could muster. Her eyes had darkened and fallen to the ground, covered partially by the falling cascades of hair against her. "I do not think you'll burn me anymore, Marcus." She whispered, quite certain of this. So certain in fact, that she reached out and rested her palm flat against his arm to prove it. Should she manage to keep it there long enough, one would notice the obvious lack of reaction. Marcus "I'd kill him if I didn't think I'd be locked up away from you for the rest of my life," he whispered. He still had his back to her, and when she pressed the flat of her palm against his arm, he jumped, startled by the sudden contact. He stared at her slender fingers, before sighing, and turning himself around to lock eyes with Jada. "Jada.." he whispered, unsure of what else to say, or do. Jada Sadly, Jada wasn't really listening. She had proved to him that he no longer could taint her, and that was the extent of her services. She moved to stand even as he said her name, and her eyes remained partially hidden behind locks of hair. She turned toward the garden fields, her back facing him, and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Where is Donner now? Or, where have you searched for him that you have not found him?" She said this in a cool, calming voice, one that would not betray her. She simply sounded far away, and inquisitive at best, and her stature was as always angelic in nature. The wind whisked against her dress and hair playfully, childishly, as if beckoning her to remember them. Marcus Marcus was helplessly frightened by the cold creature that stood before him. Though she still was angelic, Marcus felt... She was so different in this moment... It worried Marcus. "I just started searching here. I'm not- sure if he's here.. I've checked all his usual haunts... Aekea, Morian's home, the clock tower in Durem, the bridge between Aekea and Barton, the Isle du Gambino... Durem reclemation center.. I don't... Know where else he would be.." Jada It was probably a mistake naming everyplace the Tahnee might show up in the future. Nonetheless.. "I think you should continue looking for him here. He should atone for what he's done to you, but he can't do that if he's hiding under rocks like a snake." They were sharp words - words she had never before said, and they kind of felt good to say. In fact, she'd never hated someone before. She had once been proud of that. She let her eyes wander carelessly around the garden, as if he could be hiding under any bush. "I'd like a word with him too, if you did find him. I wish I could help you, but I wouldn't know where to look either. Unless you told me somewhere else..? Either way.." She finally turned, dropping to her knees quite suddenly. Her eyes lifted, and she settled her dark blue gaze on the boy. There was nothing in that gaze but affection. "Promise me you will not kill him. I cannot make you promise not to hurt him, because he has wronged you, and I could never force you against your free will. But promise me.. promise me he will not die by your hands. You said yourself you wouldn't do it, so it should not be a promise hard to hold." Marcus "I plan to," he wihspered, "And I agree that he is a snake," He scowled slightly, before shaking his head. He was ashamed in a way, that he had brought Jada to becoming this way. To hate like this. It made him feel awful, to say the least. "When I find him, I will not kill him. I have promised this. He will not die by my hands. Fate shall provide his end," he promised, reaching out to take her hands, "I.. I'm so sorry Jada.." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing, but he felt that he needed to. Jada Fate. Fate. It was painfully ironic, the choice of words that Marcus had used. Fate was destined to provide Donner's end, was it? He could not have been more right. "Don't apologize, not anymore Marcus. You have nothing to be sorry for, and you never will, as long as you hold to that promise." She leaned down so that her weight was on her knees, and closed in on him without hesitation. Her lips pressed against his, once more laying their claim on a land that had been so viciously terrorized. She kissed him possessively, and rested her hand against his cheek as if her touch could salve his emotional wounds. Behind her, though neither of them could see nor would they notice, two single feathers broke off of the tip of each wing, and fell languidly to be hidden within the high grass covered ground.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 11:42 pm
Donner The sun hung low in the sky, the molten orb burning the last of the days light. He rubbed a pebel beneath his thumb, staring at the calm waters of the Durem Reclemation Facility. Gushing pipes brought forth torrents of water, which disturbed the otherwise calm surface, but that was across from him, and he was paying little attention to it. A gloating smirk was still plastered across his features. In his mind, he had won. He had gotten off with Marcus (though he highly doubted the other had, which only made him more satisfied, as he had left the other in quite the state) but the other was also in such a rage about it that it had forced Donner out of the house. Now, most wouldn't have thought this to be a victory, but Donner was a very, very twisted little Reindeer. With a sharp flick of his wrist the pebble skipped along the water's surface, before being swallowed by it, and attacked by the tumult of undercurrent the Reclemation Center had. Donner liked this gluttonous feeling. This... Gloating. Oh yes, he was enjoying himself, even while on the run from Marcus. Not that the other would ever be able to catch him. Jada A shadow followed the pebble as it skimmed along the surface of the dirty water. It was a shadow just as fast as the rock, but it overlooked the eventual sink of the pebble. Instead, it turned back towards Donner, casting a bird shaped shadow against the ripples of the false lake. It passed over Donner like an invisible hand, brushing him away like so much dust. The angel stopped several feet above him, positioning herself between him and the sun. She felt the welcome burn of the sun against her bright feathers, filtering through their pristine white to make a vision almost unbearable to look at. She beat her wings to keep her descent slow, and deliberate. No vision could look more enchanting, or more threatening. Choosing to remain in the air, she watched him carefully. Her head tilted to one side, and the movement sent her blueblack curls spiralling downward against her left shoulder. She idly wondered if he knew which angel watched over him at this very moment. Was it an angel of mercy, or..? "Donner, isn't it?" She spoke quietly, but her hushed voice reached his ear as if she was standing beside him, whispering in it. "I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure.." Donner At first, Donner took no heed of the shadow that moved along with the rock, and he let out a soft sigh, his eyes gazing to his left, towards the forest that bordered the reclemation center. His attention was snapped back, however, when the angel made her appearance. He lifted a hand to sheild his eyes from the glare of her approaching form. A sense of dread settled in his stomach, but then... Why would he have to fear an angel...? The hair on his neck stood on end as her voice met his ears, and he swallowed hard, though his throat had suddenly become very parched. "Yes, I am Donner," he managed, his gaze wanting to look anywhere but at her forbidding form. Jada She regarded him cooly, taking in his features before finally settling down to her feet. The graceful landing left her just a few feet away from him, and her bare feet pressed softly against the grass with each step. She tilted her head up sharply, and smiled. "Do you know who I am, Donner?" She asked, in a voice quite innocent and free of malice. Her wings, a mass of white behind her, seemed as if they were their own entity - not separate limbs, but one great shield of white protecting her, protecting them. Though, in truth, she had no wish to protect at this moment. Donner Donner pulled himself to his feet, finding himself swallowing hard again as he watched her land. "Ah... I..." he pondered the question presented to him, before his eyes narrowed, and he smirked, "Oh you're that priss going out with my Marcus, aren't you? Slut," It stung him to call her such a thing, but he was trying to frighten her, or at least seem like he wasn't as frightened as he was.. Jada Scare her? He looked scared enough for the both of them. His response made her laugh, but her laugh sounded less than cheerful. In fact, it was so bright, so frightfully pure in sound, that the birds in the surrounding trees suddenly took wing and flew away. The laughter didn't last long, but one last chuckle burst from her before she rested her cool gaze on the reindeer again. "You.. call me a slut?" One last, tiny giggle, and she grinned at him cheerfully. "Oh, dear thing, you could have thought of so many insults, and you choose the only one that could not possibly apply? The one that, perhaps, someone may attempt to apply to you, should your days last long enough for such insults to occur?" Though the threat within her words was implicit, it was hidden in the mirth and innocence of her voice. She took another step forward, and gave him a serene, almost apologetic smile. The smile fell in an intake of breath, and her eyes narrowed. "You hurt him." She muttered under her breath. "You, Donner, hurt my Marcus." This did not sound good. Donner Donner only barely resisted raising his hands to cover his ears as her laughter met them. He sneered at her, his eyes full of malice, and dislike, though he instinctively took a step back, and away from her. He was visibly unnerved by her harsh gaze upon him, though other than a step to the side, and back, he found himself firm footing as watched her. "What would you prefer?" he hissed, his eyes refusing to lock with her burning gaze. His eyes were narrowed into a glare in her direction, however, they would quickly flick away if they chanced a moment of meeting. His sneer widened at her accusations of his own actions, and he couldn't help but laugh at her final phrases. "He seemed to enjoy it while it lasted," he grinned wickedly, "and, for your information, he is not yours. He never has been, nor shall he ever be. You are dillusional in your dreams, Jada the wicked," Jada She only seemed to be getting angrier. She stepped forward with every step he took back, and her eyes just barely flickered back to the edge of the basin behind him, before returning to him. "Jada the wicked, am I?" She whispered, amused by the nickname. It sounded comical, theatrical. The boy was grasping at straws. "I would not say that. I was not the one who forced herself onto another. I was not the one who tainted a soul by her sheer existence. You, Donner. You are the wicked one. And I shall prove it." Her wings spanned out behind her, finally adjusting far enough for a glimpse at why the feathered appendages had seemed like such a wall of white before. Three, not simply two, white wings spread their reach, lifting the ends of their feathers upward to the heavens in prayer. Jada was still speaking, but Donner very likely didn't speak latin. In fact, though her words still sounded like words, a barely audible voice was singing behind them, like an echo. The singing edged forward, and soon it seemed like she was the one whose voice was raised in song to the heavens - and the spoken words were the echo, far from reach. She was praying to her God for retribution, and from the vast approaching clouds above that darkened the skies like an oil slick, it seemed he heard her prayer. Donner "Uh oh," Donner thought as she stepped towards him. It seemed almost as if he shrank before her, her voice seeming to either cause him pain, or scare him down to his very bones. He knew that he had no chance of frightening her, and it was very clear that she was the frightening one of the two. Surely Donner stood no chance against whatever wrath was about to befall him. As he watched, his eyes widened in horror as a third wing made it's appearance, and as the latin speach met his ears, Donner couldn't help but cry out, "What kind of a FREAK are you?! ******** b***h!" But as the clouds rolled in, Donner followed his most basic of instincts. He turned tail, and he ran. Jada Jada did not falter, even as he insulted her and ran. She had long established that the boy's only weapon lay in his inane defense of foul language and immorality. These weapons would be easily left asunder, once he was at the Lord's mercy. Her song continued, and the clouds continued to roll steadily behind her. A thunderstorm approached, though it hadn't broken yet. No tears from heaven fell for the final few moments of her song. As suddenly as her voice had stilled, she rose into the air, though her wings gave no force. She was propelled by forces unseen through the naked eye. Her eyes opened, and settled on the fleeing form. "Do you believe in God, Donner?" She whispered into the wind, though she knew he wouldn't hear her. A small smile settled on her pristine face. "Now is as good a time as any to start." Donner Donner thought that he would find cover in the woods. He flew into the trees, and dashed as fast as his legs would carry him across the earth. Twigs snapped beneath his feet, and only once did he chance a glance back towards Jada. He didn't see her directly in his line of vision, but this did not comfort the fleeing reindeer. His pace only quickened, branches pulling at his clothes as his flight took him deeper into the forest. A branch whipped over his cheek, tearing it open. Droplets of blood spilt from the fresh wound, but Donner ignored it, pressing onward into the thicket. He was scared, more scared than he had ever been in his life. Scratch that, he was down right terrified. Jada She lost sight of him as he slipped into the woods, but she knew his general direction. She needn't be specific. She didn't want to kill him on the first try, after all. What fun would that be? She dropped her hands from their praying position, and instead took on a position quite foreign to her. She held up one hand with the other, and made an odd looking little gun shape pointed at the forest that protected Donner. She bit her tongue quite childishly, and gave a little giggle before letting out a soft.. "Bang."A bolt of lightning sizzled through the air almost instantly, tearing the darkened sky with it's blinding light. It ripped through a tree and sliced it in half, bringing it down to it's core. Donner Donner's lungs were straining for air now, but he wouldn't stop. His legs burned, and his eyes watered as wind rushed past him. He pushed his way through a thicket of brambles, parts of his clothes, and skin being left behind upon the thorns. He collapsed a little, his pace faltering as he lay, for a moment, on the ground, though he did not remain this way for long. As electricity ripped through the air, Donner could only swerve his head towards where it had come from in panic. He scrambled back onto his feet, and resumed running. Though he was fairly far away from where the tree had been cleaved in two, he had been close enough to see the results, and it had only spurred him into running once more. "Wholly s**t you ******** insane b***h!" he whispered, panic wide in his eyes. Jada Insane? Perhaps. But she felt righteous in her insanity. He had driven her to this, but she felt that torturing him any further would be inhumane. His retribution must come quickly, so that he can be judged accordingly. Well, perhaps she could afford one more shot. She rose her hand slightly, knowing that his continued efforts to run would have him farther inward. She judged distance as best as she could, and her hands suddenly parted as if she would give up. Instead, she brought one palm to her lips, kissed it, and laid it flat in front of her. "It would do you much more good to use your breathe exalted in prayer to God, rather than foul, immoral words, Donner." Oh, she heard him. She could hear every word, every ragged breathe, every stumble. She knew he would soon falter. She blew him a kiss, and another sizzle of lightning struck through the air, burning it with energy. It landed much closer this time, though still not on target - and instead of slicing a tree on fire, it merely burst it into flames. She imagined this was what his body would do when the final bolt hit home. Donner Donner let out a cry of anguish as a tree nearby burst into flames, and he turned to his left, fleeing away from the burning carnage, while still running diagonally away from her. Sooner or later though, he knew he was going to run out of cover... Every fibre of Donner's being was screaming at him to run faster, run harder, but the reindeer could only run for so long. He took a flying leap over a downed log, and his legs buckled under his weight. He landed hard on the earth, though he struggled to raise himself to stand, and run again, he could not. So instead, he crawled, desperate to flee the angel's vengeful wrath. His nails dug into the earth, his body becoming dirtier, and more foul as he crawled. Jada Jada dropped both her hands to her sides, and her wings came to life behind her. She flew onward towards the woods, watching for him. There was the tree of her first assault, and the fiery torch signalled her other. As she passed the burning tree, the shadow of her wings held a power that suffocated the flames, and nothing remained of them but a smoldering pile of ash by the time she had passed. Her eyes came to rest on a crawling, pathetic figure, and she shook her head in disdain. So this was how she found him, crawling on the dirt like a bug. Could she really have been surprised? "Ah, Donner.. I will not allow you to suffer any longer. Your place is with your God now, in eternal repentance." She landed near him silently.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 11:50 am
Donner continued to scramble to the dirt, frightened for his life. The angel behind him was a frightning prescence, and he rolled onto his back to stare at her, wide eyed, and panting hard.
Oh god, he was so terrified.
"N-n-no! You can't- You can't seriously- You- No! Please!"
He had been reduced to begging for his own life, and it was fitting for him, the pathetic creature who had done so much evil, was to be thwarted by good, just as Grendel was struck down by Beowulf.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:10 pm
It was almost enough to see him begging for his life in just such a way. She followed with slow, soft footsteps as he scrambled back, pleading desperately. She smiled, just a soft smile that graced her lips much as it might have if she had any friendly intentions.
Her intentions were not friendly.
"Give my regards to hell." She rose a hand, gracefully pointing a single finger outstretched at Donner. It was clear this was the end.
"JADA, STOP!"
A booming voice laced with a frighteningly forceful power filled the air around them. It was unclear where it came from, but she recognized it. Her small smile fell in place of a determined frown, almost sneering as all of her power surged through her and focused on her outstretched finger. She was not going to let him stop her, she would do this for justice.. for her Marcus.
A surge of energy crackled from her fingertips, and lightning poured forth, aimed straight for Donner. There was no escaping a hit this direct, this close, and it met it's target instantly. The ground around Donner surged with power as it burned in the wake of her attack, and she was certain he burned with it. Clouds of ash covered her view and kept her from certainty, but there was no way that he could have escaped. She felt triumphant in her victory. Unfortunately, her triumph would not last very long.
When the smoke cleared, Donny was still in the same position he had been when she shot at him; but surrounding him was a sturdy white light. It was only the protection of an archangel that could have saved him, and Jada let out a scream of anger as she saw it. How dare Michael interfere with her plans!
The clouds above them swirled unnaturally, opening to reveal the exalted Archangel clad in gold armor. In his hand he held the sword he had used to slay the enemies of God, a sword he fully intended on using if Jada continued this charade. However prepared Michael was for this day, he would not be prepared for the truth.
Donner now forgotten, Jada soared up into the air to meet Michael, her wings flapping angrily behind her as she floated a distance across from him. "You have no right doing this! His crimes against God are rightly punishable, and you know it! Incest, coveting, sexual assault, need I continue onward with the list or will you fade back into nonexistance and let me do my job?"
"This is NOT your duty, little angel. I will not have you sullying your hands with the blood of a mortal because you feel you are suddenly the angel of Justice! This battle is one of personal matters, which makes your potential act the only punishable sin here!"
Jada hovered closer, and her head fell back in laughter. It was so unnatural, hearing her laugh like that; Michael wondered if Jada was truly herself anymore. When she rose to look at him again, her eyes shone gold.
"Oh, how little you know, poor Michael."
Her pure white robes shimmered unnaturally, tinging to a gold luster. Their soft fluttering movements began to slow as they hardened into armor.
"Did you truly think the Archangel most loved by God could toss himself asunder so easily, without a price?"
Her blueblack curls rose up close to her head, and were suddenly covered by a solid gold war helmet. In her left hand materialized a trident, while in her right a shield formed.
"Did you think God would simply let your transgressions PASS?"
Michael backed away a step as he watched her change. He had come this day to attempt to save the angel from damnnation, or the fate he had once imposed upon her. Once the third wing emerged from behind her back, he realized with a pained heartache that he was far too late.
Someone had gotten to her far before all of this.
"Now, Michael. Witness your fall. The heavens have chosen a new champion, for you, their first, have abandoned them. You tell me it is not my duty to smite the wicked, but you are WRONG. Come at me if you dare, but I warn you; the choir of angels have turned upon you this day. Your reign has ended, holy one. Behold, for my duty to the Lord is to bring Justice, and so be it if it shall start with YOU!"
She rose her trident over her shoulder, pointing it's jagged tips at the Archangel. From behind her, he saw the light of those angels who had spurned her to take up his position, antagonized her to seek revenge on Donner the only way she could; by becoming the one whose duty it was to smite the wicked.
She had taken Michael's position in the heavens, after having him shunned out. And she could only have done this if he had given those who wished for his fall reason to do so; that being his split to mortality to live a life on earth. Despite how he knew that many of those who stood behind her and urged her on had done the same thing, he should have known better than to think he could have gotten away with it.
But they were simply using her, he realized sadly. She was too young, too mortal, too earthly and innocent to take up the bearings of his duty. As soon as she had gotten rid of him, they would get rid of her and fight amongst themselves for the position. What could he do? How could he convince her of this inevitable path, when she had been so brainwashed already?
Did he even have a chance?
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