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 Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:53 am
Iden remained stoically silent. The scent of her blood was enticing, and he couldn't resist but to partake when it was offered. It was tempting to just sink in, to try to take more than was offered. His fingers twitched against his side at the thought, as he held himself in check.
Her reaction to his blood was unsurprising. His expression never once faltered as he maintained his stone-faced stare.
My job.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:57 am
*Wordlessly, she reached up and pressed his head back towards the wound in her neck*
Drink. You need it.
*She held his head in place with one hand, potence laden if he resisted, then stood, scooping the rest of him to her with her other arm. He may be taller than her, but she didnt seem to struggle, and as her wings snapped to full width, it was clear she could manage his weight.
She flapped hard several times, which'd likely be enough to drive his fangs DEEP into her, and then she started towards the mansion, shadows consuming Corbin's bike below*
Ive got more than enough blood to spare, I just ate Greed. Drink deep. I'll stop you when its enough.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:59 am
Now was when Iden began struggling. He felt it was unnecessary, to say the least. More importantly, he had no desire to return to the mansion at all. But she had two potence-powered limbs to his one, which made the struggle almost assured to be moot. Even as he was force-fed, he was trying to get her to let go, knowing full well that he could take the fall.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 8:07 am
*She sighed and wrapped her tail around him, forcing him still, before he kicked something important and knocked BOTH of them out of the air. Added to this, shadows coiled round his body as she gained height, restricting just how much he could move at all, while she FORCED her blood to pump, almost spurting out her neck, as if she'd fully severed her artery.*
Stop being a spoiled teenager. Otherwise I'll lock you in your bedroom and you wont get tohunt anyone else.
*The mansion wasnt far, sitting almost over Durem, and her wing span made it a short flight. SHe was headed for a certain place, for a reason - her rooms, his sword. With a few solid flaps, she alighted on the balcony, then grabbed his one arm with one of hers, and his side with her other hand, pushing him into her room*
Now. You going to let me sort you out, or do I need to lock you up?
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 9:27 pm
Hollow eyes subtly sliding to Roan as she turned to regard him, something in him immediately screamed, demanding he now direct his focus and rage on her... But he was not so far gone as the Berserkers that had a hand in his training. He could resist, though as she did so smirk at him, in thast horrific form he for a moment saw someone else. Someone, he thought long since dead. He saw her.
Creases forming over the bridge of his nose as his brows angled and his teeth grinded, he saw this dillusionary visage for but a moment, yet it brought him far more pain, and infuriation than the injury he had taken in this fight.
Roan managed quite the opposite to attraction for Fenrir, repulsion. Such an abhorent memory, one that stained the very fondest of his memories, and his outlook on life. Something that marred his past, and future.
As the signs of Berzerkergang faded, and Roan left so hastily, the Gael could only collect his bike and indeed, return to the Tavern.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 11:01 am
So the Young gangrel headed for the First location on the list, which was the abandoned bolt hole, on his bike. He was forgoing stealth in Hopes of catching some attention. Really it would make things easier for him if someone showed up from the first location that was connected to this guy. Parking, He moved toward this place's entrance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 11:42 am
*The bolt hole was a slum. Or in a slum. A grate hung brokenly off a massive overflow pipe, leading into the water and sewer systems of Durem, leading directly to a safe house which had clearly been raided. There was debris everywhere and on one wall... someone had drawn a hyena in blood*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 11:49 am
So the gangrel headed in. Particularly curious to How the pack lived or why they'd run out. His mind picking up on such details as the blood hyena. Moving further in he looked through the debris. Usually abandoned placed didn't Stay abandoned. Something should be hear. A Rat, cat, Something. He tapped into his animalism and Called for Rats, Not verbally, mentally. They'd pick up on the power emanating and come. They would remember something, he was sure. Anything would be a help to be honest. Roan hadn't given him much to work with. So the one eyed cainite picked a spot and sat, waiting on a rat to show up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:00 pm
*Only ONE answered his call. One, where there should have been hundreds. One, that was large, fat, twice the size a rat SHOULD be, but missing a front leg and battered about the skull, long ranking scars all dwn its back.
Twitching its nose, it looked at Reign, revealing one eye to be blind*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:06 pm
One working eye was enough. He scooped up the rat and looked it in the eye so that his words would Flow into the rats mind from his.
Reveal unto me What you know and you Won't be harmed. I'm looking for a pack of beings like myself. Well more to the point One man in particular.
He pulled out the photo with is free hand and held it up to let the rat look at it for a while. After a time he turned the rat so he looked him in the eye again.
Have you seen this man, or ones like him, or any other type of animal here? If so, What Type of animals, how long ago and my final question is whether or not you Saw what happened here?
Reign knew it was a lot of information for the rat to give out. But Rats were resourceful little creatures and this one, being the only one that came, must have been particularly resourceful to be it's size and age. Or maybe just too stupid to realize the Danger that Had been here some time ago.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:23 pm
*It twitched its nose, and wrapped its tail around Reign's wrist as it took his questions. It even seemed to pause, thinking about whetehr it wanted to answer him or not. Then it started telling him, in its own way.
Big predators. Things that'd eat him. Had eaten ALL his brethren, his clan. Until he was all that was left, scavenging alone, without his clan around him.
He'd goten too close. One had barelled out of the big space, reeking liek predator and man at the same time. Flashing fangs had scored down his back, splittig him open. A claw had flicked over his eye, but he;d known the bolt hole, only JUST big rnough to fit in. And he'd healed. Healed slowly form the big toothed thing in the dark.
He;d watched them pass him, back and forth, 3 different female things, 2 males, neither of which he was after. Long fangs and claws that werent canine had been what hurt him, but they had been in man form whenever he'd seen them since, holding silver noise boxes to their ears and shouting. SO loud.
Until he'd crept away, slept, and heard Reign call*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:31 pm
Reign listened and waited and reconstructed the rats words into something more coherent. One more question for the rat then he'd leave it be.
How many nights did you sleep?
A Simple question. But one that he thought was important, especially if his target was moving. He'd like to know how long ago he'd started. three Females, Two males. The rat hadn't said if he'd seen the particular one he'd been looking for or not. Ok no big deal if he found the pack. He was grinning inside. Five on One poor seemingly weak gangrel. The thought amused him for some reason.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:33 pm
*Time was a confusing concept to a rat who had lived his entire life in the dark of the sewers. He gave the best answer he could. It may have been as little as 4 nights, or as many as 8.
Squeaking once more, it bit at Reign's wrist and fled*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:43 pm
The rat would only find it's teeth in the tough leather he had wrapped around his hands and wrists. Four the eight nights. Ok. Atleast that was Something, and he knew of at least five in this pack. He left the haven, and bolthole while pulling out the list of locations. Where next? He had thoughts of pulling out his phone and calling the numbers, to see if he'd get an answer or not. He'd hold off on that, wait til he was closer to one location on the list or not.
He picked the first one that had a phone number and straddled his bike, starting the loud monster up. He twisted the throttle and headed off for that general location. he'd park some ways away and head the rest of the way on foot Until he was closer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:54 pm
*The location was a backlot to a seedy pawnshop. A set of rickety stairs led up to a second floor 'apartment', broken windows and all. No movement showed, for now at least.
If Reign tried the phone, he;d get no answer, but there WOULD suddenly be movement in the apartment - the kind that came with peering eyes, scenting noses and guns at the lip of windows*
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