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 Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 6:51 am
Saylis gathered the book in her arms, "Come with me." she took off into her appartment, knowing that Moger wouldn't be back yet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 6:04 pm
The hearts in the background of gaia...they burn...* takes Demonic form*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 10:54 pm
Saylis Skye Saylis gathered the book in her arms, "Come with me." she took off into her appartment, knowing that Moger wouldn't be back yet. *Stands and grabs her overcoat, following Saylis into her apartment, wondering what's going to happen* "I do hope she was talking to me" *Luna chuckles softly*
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:50 pm
The_Grimest_Reaper The hearts in the background of gaia...they burn...* takes Demonic form* ((The_Grimest_Reaper, you haven't posted your profile. Read the rules in the sticky of this subforum))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 11:44 am
Illuminatus enters and walks to the bar asks for whiskey.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 11:49 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:24 pm
So this was the Demonic Hordes. It wasn't pleasant to not be able to view the rise and fall of the moon through windows, and there weren't any one-way skylights either, but still, it would do. Willow shut the door to the main room, and took in the sight, memorizing every detail for later, if she ever needed to escape quickly, or find a weapon of sorts to defend herself. Within a few moments, she had learned all she needed for now. Her vision was beginning to blur, and it would not do to be found unconcious right at the door. The wolfish demon took slow, uneven steps towards a comfortable looking couch, hoping not to aggravate the broken rib and several other wounds she had "earned" during a small skirmish with a persistant lycan. Wincing, she eased herself down onto the couch and sighed in relief at the load off her feet.
She unbuttoned the long, thick leather trenchcoat she was wearing to reveal a bloodsoaked, shredded black tanktop. Thankfully, the blood had dried, and her wounds were bandaged thanks to Finn, the lycan she had just recently met. Unfortunately, she had no change of clothing with her, so she'd have rest here in the tanktop, and her tattered dark jeans. It wouldn't have bothered her as much if she were in a place she knew with people she recognized. It was here, or out in the streets where she'd be more vulnerable than ever, and she knew it was safer here. At least she thought it was. Pulling the trenchcoat off of her completely, she layed it across herself like a blanket, and carefully laid down on the couch. Within a few moments she was asleep, floating in her dreamless subconcious.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:24 pm
Rhator paced in the apartment's main room. He needed something harder to kill. Killing humans was becoming to monotonous. He'd already killed almost fifty of the lowly humans in the span of a few days. The police were accrediting the killings to a homicidal maniac. They were close but had no true idea of the love for death as the demon Rhator. The souls from those fifty humans had made it very hard for Rhator to conceal his now expansive aura. He seemed to be always surrounded by a dark red light, despite all his efforts to keep the thing hidden. Going out while things were busy was not an option, he'd be noticed in seconds. Then he heard the beat of a heart near to his own...
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:37 pm
The dreamless sleep did not last all that long for Willow, however. She felt herself being pulled into another murderous dream. No, not a dream, but a nightmare. She rolled over in her sleep and whimpered, hearing again the voices that she so hated in her sleep. Always the same voice...a single voice, telling her how weak she was, that she should go and kill. Alpha. That was his name...she remembered again, when she had given into that voice...when that voice had belonged to someone who wasn't dead..
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:45 pm
Rhator walked over to the sleeping demoness and shook her awake. She appeared to be having some kind of nightmare.
"Wake up miss. You were having a nightmare."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:56 pm
As soon as Rhator's hand had touched Willow, she had shot awake, pulled out her enhanced colt 44, and had it pointed directly at his head. When she attempted to shoot however, she found the safety of the gun was still on. There was a crazy look in her eyes as she let out a shaky breath realizing it was not Alpha that she was near. Her hand shook wildly and she ended up dropping the gun, despite her relief. It landed with a clatter on the floor. In the blink of an eye, the madness that seemed to have overtaken her for a brief moment was gone, and all that looked up at Rhator was an emotionless mask. She could've kicked herself for losing hold of her rational thoughts because of a stupid dream about a dead man's voice. She was convinced that that wass all it had been, and all it would ever be.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:03 pm
Rhator was not afraid of the gun, the bullet would not have harmed him. He did not like being threatened, though.
"Be careful who you point those things at. Some people might not like it or take it as well as me. My name is Rhator, miss, I would like to know who you are and what you are doing in my race's hideout?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:13 pm
Before Willow even bothered to respond, she picked up the gun on the floor in one smoothe, if not pained, motion and put it back in its holster at her belt. Looking up at Rhator again, she studied him for a moment and then replied. "I am one who's race is your own. Though not entirely of the same blood," she paused to take a whiff of his scent, "Oni. My name is of no importance, but if you must know, it's Willow." She said softly. She pulled the trenchcoat up over her lower stomach, hiding her bandages, and also protecting the largest wound she had recieved from the lycan with the thick leather.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:23 pm
Rhator stood quietly, the scent of blood was strong on this woman. She was quite obviously injured.
"You may want to have that fixed before you go rampaging across the city anymore, a demon with a broken ribcage is bait for the hunters and their newfound technology. You may use my aprtment if you don't have one yourself."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:29 pm
Willow shook her head, rejecting his offer. "I don't plan on moving from this couch until my wounds are healed, or someone forces me." The fiery look in her amethyst eyes gave no doubt that there wasn't going to be many who could force her into anything, and it probably wasn't going to be someone younger than her. She yawned, bearing white fangs of a wolf, and closed on eye. She kept the other open however, and it gazed intently on Rhator with a calm, knowingness that would've unnerved a mortal.
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