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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 2:19 am
With a curl in the corner of his lip, Fenrir raised his right foot slightly, before then slamming the heel down into the floor boards. It would be impossible to see under the circumstances, but a seal appeared briefly around his foot, before yet more rumbling would invade Roan's general area. Suddenly, a stone wall six foot thick would emerge from the floor directly infront of her, cutting out the light from reaching her sensitive hide.
Meanwhile, Fenrir was able to ignore the searing of several layers to his own hide, around his knuckles to the point bone was clearly visible at the very center of his psyche knuckles. Effects on his blood however, was held back due to the Celestian guard around him, and the defense Roan offered.
Now however, Fenrir had to beat a few pints out of the kid, in order to give him the chance to fend for himself.
"TAKE the pain. You think it was always easy for either of us? WE have been through our trials, boy. Now its your turn. Or... Is Corbin just that. Much. Better?... GRAB on to that power, and that rage, and SEAL it. Then, reLEASE it."
Suddenly, Fenrir's aura intensified, the misty flames becoming more palpable around him as a tiny smirk appeared in his features. Suddenly, he didn't have to pretend anymore. He didn't have to falsify that scenario of dying as a result of this in his mind. He knew what had to be done, and the idea he would survive, was bleek.
Drawing his right foot back behind the left, holding the Gunblade out behind him, blade level and parallel with the floor, the Gael locked his eyes with Seraphim's, his eyes beaming with such rage and determination, nothing could pass them to effect his mind, they crashed through it all.
"Release it all, Seraphim. Open the flood gates and reach within yourself, reach for that very last breath, that very last flicker of life within you. Embrace the humanity of your heritage, and Sacrifice everything else. Throw yourself into the fires of trepidation!"
Fenrir was demanding, that the boy find the ability, and unleash his own Martyr. To unleash his every last ounce of power in a controlled, focused state, just as Fenrir had.
Fenrir would then, rush the boy once more. Time wasn't on his side, this ability wasn't one for any sort of marathon, it was a fleeting grace. So Fenrir would race in to Seraphim, and roared with kine vocal chords.
"BLITZE HITTER!"
As the last syllable echoed through the tavern however, Roan would undoubtably notice the jewels set in Ansuz blade pulse, and hum.
As Fenrir's blade started to sweep and effortlessly cut at Seraphim's flesh, like a hurricane of blades, that noble azure arua around the Blazeheart dispersed, and was immediately replaced with one of deep, violent indigo. And tha apparition of Narok, was replaced by one of the bound and sealed son. Corbin.
Fenrir's features altered in a flicker of the unholy Cainite power. Gaining pointed ears, a suit of elaborate, dark armour and a face plate of teeth alike the one the Corbin summon Roan and called on, the more demonic Fenrir whipped about a lengthy spaded tail as leathery wings spanned out from his temples, and those deep, rich eyes turned to a ruthless scarlet.
The Corbin above Fenrir, bound in straight jacket and chains, then was joined by his six other swords, before all of which started to whirl at Seraphim just the same as Fenrir's. Now, it was a truely inexapable dervish of blades.
Finally, Fenrir, possessed by the power and rage of his own summon, pulled the gunblade back, before screaming in a voice unified with Corbin's
"Blitze Dogma!"
And as Fenrir lunged forward, driving the blade t'ward Seraphim's gut to avoid the heart, all six of the other appareition blades would move to amputate arms, legs and thrust for the stomach just as Fenrir did, for maximum blood loss, concidering the rate at which the boy healed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 2:38 am
He's an antichrist you ******** idio......
*Ansuz. She felt the warmth. Suddenly, that massive wall was like paper. And nothing else mattered. Corbin. Her son. The Matriarch would see him again.*
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Do not talk down to me.
*For one who was still experiancing more power than he coudl handle, his voice was so calm, the child like expression still on his face, mismatching his words*
This is not my way. I am not him.
*No anger. Not one reactionary flicker at the idea of Corbin being his better. In many ways... Corbin was. Simple as that. WHy deny the truth? Seraphim was something other, and he felt no shame in it. In and of itself this calm mindset was an unusual thing to behold, what he did next even more so.
Before Fenrir could attack him, he leant down and spoke quietly, for Fenrir alone.*
I forgive you.
*The words were full of power, aimed at the rage that lived in the berserker. Seraphim forgave him his cruel words, and poured the calm within himself into Fenrir, like a line of heat that warmed and soothed, healed and nourished.
Sadly, at the same time, a tell tale hint of brilliant red was forming at the corners of his eyes. The red madness of one who could destroy all if he indeed di that which Fenrir was asking of him. Seraphim HAD no tether, especially here and no guardian he would choose to summon to himself.
As Fenrir came at him, Seraphim would simply move aside, a flicker of motion leaving behind only choking calm that tried to ram itself down Fenrir's throat and quench his fire. Any injury Fenrir inflicted healed almost instantly, but at least it meant the power was being used up.
And then Corbin appeared. Seraphim gazed up at his twin, and had enough sense in his head left to know this was not good. NOT good at all.
Two seconds later, he was proved right when the wall between Fenrir and Roan vanished and she came through the wreckage like a thing possessed.
Her body said 'fight'. Aggressive, demanding, all she always was in a battle of any kind but her FACE....
Her face was enrapt, tears threatening to stain her cheeks, lips a wordless 'o' as she looked up at the visage of her son, fighting not to raise her hand to him. She looked, in short, like a religious fanatic before her god.
Seraphim didnt have time to really think. He threw himself forwards, ignoring and and all damage, even ignoring loss of limbs as 6 sets of wings burst from his body, angelic, beautiful, light, with traces of blue running through them and hurled himself bodily upon Roan, sending her to the floor in a riot of feather, seared flesh, screaming and anger.
Healing the massive injuries almost as fast as the previous slices, he held her against the floor, all that excess power now poured into a purpose, the storm and flailing energy gone, controlled, USEABLE now there was something to truly use it ON*
You IDIOT. Get him out of here! She MUSTNT touch him!
*He gazed up at the Corbin image, Roan's power lashing against him so that though her held her immobile, jerking and spasming under him to break free, cuts still appeared all over his body without claws moving agaist him*
I am not hurting her on purpose brother. She does not need saving. Please... go. I swear to you I will not harm her more than necessary.
Get OFF! CORBIN! Let me see my son! CORBIN!
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 2:52 am
As the blades in the air stilled themselves, hovering around the bound ghostly avatar of Corbin, The avatar and Fenrir both turned in unisen, their movements one in mirror, besides the arms that Corbin obviously lacked. Slow and exhausted, Fenrir had been uneffected by the attempts to calm him, as he wasn't over come by the berserkergang. If anything, it had only served to prevent that actually occuring, and focus him.
The Gael however had little, to nothing left in order to reach that peak.
"That there..... Hold on, to that..."
Corbin's voice didn't speak in unisen with Fenrir's the way Narok's had. Instead, the Gael's voice was backed by a sort of deep, resonating, inaudible rumble. A force, and understanding. Something that injected itself into the very reality, and made itself understood.
Though with those few words said, the six swords vanished, and the ShotgunBlade fell to the floor along with the GunBlade as they're sealed katana forms, perhaps distracting the eyes for a moment, from the Gael, and the enormous amount of blood that fountained out from the scars in his face, chest, and the new ones caused by the Syn fight in his back.
The Blazeheart would crash to his knees, before then falling backwards and rolling to his side and finally, settling on his stomach and face, as the last fleeting breaths of life started to imediately slip away.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:00 am
NOOOO!!!!!
*Absolute RAGE. She knew he was gone, AGAIN. And they hadnt even let her SEE him. A god will kill you for a slight. A Goddess... she'll curse your every descendant for one. THAT was the sort fo power that screamed out of her, piercing into Serpahim, sending him flying off her in a shower of blood as his body split open form the force.
She was fuming, focused only on the men who had denied that which she cared for most, all that was best in her. How DARE they!
It would have ended badly for all concerned, had not the rest of the Blazeheart pack arrived at that moment, looking sore wounded already, but healing. Scars covered them, but none were actively bleeding... until moving as one unit they started protecting both their brother... and thei mother.
One at a time, they alternately fell into ROan;s path, taking the awful amounts of power she was throwing blindly at any in her way, then dropping outto heal, letting the next pack member take the next blow, their cyclical rotations preventing any one person dying, and protecting Seraphim entirely.
Oozing vitae, his cuts healing but not as fast as before, he crawled to Fenrir, collapsing beisde the man and laid one hand on his chest. Calling on the last of that massive well of power that was now his, he thrust it into Fenrir, demanding he live. Warmth like a summer day caressed both, healing Sera's wounds as well as Fenrir's, steadying hearts into a slow, purposeful beat, before Seraphim simply passed out and his wings vanished.
For Roan;s part, her anger lasted a violent ten minutes before the awful grief over came in and she fell into Cerberus's arms as he took his turn, body wracked with sobs for what she was AGAIN reminded was forever denied to her. Cerberus slowly sank to the ground with her and held her against his chest as those still standing caught their breath and surveyed the ruins of the tavern*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:08 am
It would take that ten minutes for Fenrir's body to register his beating heart, after it had stopped for but a few moments, before Seraphim got to him. So as Roan collapse into the arms of her other world childe, Fenrir's eye lids would snap open to reveal pure and utter white as he hauled in a deep breath, colour returning to his eyes as he got that air.
His back having arched with the awakening and first real breath, Fenrir sank back to the floor boards, savaged as they were and let his eyes start to slowly shut once more.
"What happened?.... Did, it wor..."
And the foolish, heart full man sank once more into an unconcious state, completely unaware of what had come over him in that moment of attack. Oblivious, to Corbin's camio.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:20 am
Never trust a berserker in battle... they think with all the things they die with.
They dont think at ALL.
It's worse than little head versus big head.
I resent that.
SHUT up. ALL of you.
*Cerberus glared at his pack, then nodded towards Seraphim*
Check he's alright.
He nearly killed us, Cerb....
Not on purpose. And he's out of juice now. You want someone to blame, blame Abaddon. Check our fallen. Thats an order.
What about her?
I dont know. Roan?
*He got no response from the Matriarch, save a tightening of her arms around his waist. Her body was shaking like a leaf in his arms, the waves of sorrow so thick it was almost choking*
I dont think the beast knew...
Hmm?
The one who looks like father. He didnt know what he called. He was trying to help.
Yeah well, looks like he helped Sera alright, but at what cost? What am I supposed to do?
Let me.
*Coming back from where Sera now lay, much more comfortable and clearly alive, Blood sank down next to Cerberus and Roan and cut his wrist. He held it before Roan and sure enough, her head turned and bit into him, causing him to wince as she began to drink. Slowly, the wracking sobs ceased and Blood reached across her back to draw Ansuz, gritting his teeth against the blades inevitable bite as he laid it on her lap, indicating Cerberus to lay her down. As he did it, he thought visciously at the blade*
.: You could have at LEAST given her something more than just her grief back, you arrogant b*****d... :.
*Then he moved back, cradling his wrist and watched the rest of the pack stand*
Lets get out of here. This isnt something we can handle, and Im not sure we should. Seraphim is ours. These two...
Saved our lives. And that of Seraphim. I'll stand watch until they wake. Take him home. Look after him.
Yes sir...
*The majority of the pack left and Cerberus foudn a cigarette. HGe starte dclearing some of the larger debris as he smoked, and simply waited for media and police to arrive, moving both Fenrir and Roan well out of sight for when that happened*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:40 am
It was of course some time after the incident had occured that Fenrir awoke, his body aching horribly from the over exertion. It may very well have even been well after the news and police had visited that the Gael woke, and found himself within his room along with Roan. Or rather, what remained of the tavern room.
Sliding to the edge of the bed with a heavy groan the Blazeheart droped his brow into the palm of his right hand to try and dull the throbbing behind his skull.
Before long, Fenrir was up and found it neccasary to change his clothes, given those he had been wearing, were shredded.
It was only as he started to change pants, that he noticed it. The spaded tail, had remained.
"What the...."
Grabbing the new extremity, the Gael examined with concern. What did this mean? WHAT the hell had happened?... Attempting to recall, the Gael found he coudn't remember anything after demanding Seraphim find the Martyr ability, and attacked.
His eyes moved to Roan, unconcious on the bed and he found himself concerned like he had never been before.
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Meanwhile downstairs, a lone woman strolled in through what remained of the Tavern entrance, looking the destruction over with an impressed, effeminate whislte.
Dressed extremely well, the woman was, in a word, Gorgeous. Every bit as beautiful as a woman, as Corbin had been as an effeminate heart throbe of a male. In a pinstripe skirt suit, narrow reading glasses low on her nose before piercing saphire eyes, beneath tied up faded red hair, the woman would call out, clutching a note pad and pen to her chest tentativly.
"Hello?... Is anyone here?"
A journalist, it appeared.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:46 am
*The police had indeed been. Due to the glass EXplosion, then IMplosion, Cerberus had calmly appeared as Iden, and told the men it was a bomb, no doubt meant for her Ladyship, who as they knew was ailing in health and had been due to visit her old haunt, the Tavern, that day but hadhad to cancel at the last minute due to another lapse with her condition and had had her guests meet her at her mansion instead.
Thankfully no one had been hurt and the Foundation would cover the damages for the building. Her Ladyship did not wish to press charges or suffer an investiagtion in her ill health and would be being more cautious from now on.
The police had wisely left. Now, there was only Cerberus downstairs, calling in contractos and the like and keeping the press OUT.
When the woman walked it, it was him she woudl find*
Miss, you may want to stay out, we're not sure how stable the building is after the blast... I'm afraid there isnt anything else we can tell the press than the statement I made earlier...
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*Upstairs, Roan growned and stirred, opening her eyes slowly. She felt heavy and listless, but took solace in the few second of no memory before she sat up, saw Fenrir, and it all came crashing back. The grief washed back through her body, but she did not sob. Could not. SHe was all out of tears, once more, but the weight on her chest was physical and she just coudltn seem to stand up*
Are you ok?
*even her voice was subdued as she spoke to the Gael, knowing she had willingly tried to kill him earlier*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:55 am
"OH, forgive me, Iden, isn't it?... One of the sons to the well known family. I'm so sorry to intrude, but you see, I have firm reason to believe there was infact someone here, during the course of events. The bomb, you said. I just hoped to make sure my facts were reliable."
Something would irk Cerberus about this woman, if not just the thick Irish accent. Something about her was, ascue. Something just wasn't right. The more one would examine her however, from her physical appearance, right down to the gold wedding band, and gold harp pendant on her necklace, there was nothing to be seen, besides the fact she was almost more beautiful then moments ago.
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Fenrir would turn on Roan, having been looking himself over intently in a cracked mirror, tail whipping around in the turn, to knock into the dresser.
Wincing sharply at the unfamiliar pang, Fenrir would clutch at the spaded end idly rubbing it to sooth the pain.
"I'm not sure....What the hell happened? I remember attacking that kid, then, I wake up here with a f ucking TAIL...."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:06 am
Yes, Iden. Due to her Ladyship's health, I'll be supervising this site personally until it's made safe. Please step back to the doorway, or drop your glamour so I can see if it IS safe enough for you to come further...
*EVeryone on Gaia knew supernaturals existed. It was just fact. Cerberus ALSO knew something wasnt right about this woman, but he didnt feel the slightest bit attracted to her, for all she was pouring beauty all over him. His kind of woman was different to what most considered beautiful. He crossed his arms lightly over his chest, deliberately not answering abotu anyone being present*
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Tail...
*Roan breathed the word, then darted off the bed and to Fenrir's side faster than sight, laying her cheek against his tail*
Its not his. How did you do it, Fenrir? How did you call that which is most precious to me? So few can truly hurt me... so few can threaten my life... I cannot bring him to me, and I ache fo rthe want of it. How did you bring my son before me? Why did you hide me away from him? What did I do to hurt you so?
*Fanatical. It was all that could be said. The wound on her pysche was DEEP, and affecting her in ways it shouldnt have. Her arm wrapped around Fenrir's leg as she looked up at him beseechingly, her obsession clear on her face. When she was not needed directly any longer, when the clan was string again, no matter WHAT the cost... she would seek and FIND Corbin. And do everything in her power between now and then to see him, even for a moment*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:22 am
The woman would offer Cerberus a devilish smirk, knowing she should have tried more to supress the natural effect that radiated off of her. Though it didn't seem to matter much to her. No, instead, she almost seemed, relieved?....
With a deepening sigh, the woman's body relaxed, though the aura of lust and attraction didn't fade, rather, intensified. It was a natural effect, so even though she didn't intend to snatch the Blazeheart up in it, it would go on. Dropping the note pad into her coat pocket, the rather small and petite woman would disregard the Cainite's request, and instead stalk in further, coming to the bar counter where she started to idly toy with a broken shard from a wine glass, eyes no longer set on Cerberus.
"Cerberus......"
A moment, thats all she took, to allow the fact she knew who he really was to sink in, before continueing.
"I'm not sure why you would protect him, though its interesting that you would. he swore a long time ago, to slay ALL of our kind that crossed his path after all. And regardless of the reasons for his not doing so with you yet, he will eventually, you know. He will turn on you, all of you. Including, your Matriarch."
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Fenrir would fumble away from Roan as hastily as she had jetted to his side, uncomfortable with the feeling of his new tail being touched in such a way. Even the concious awareness that 'felt', the way normal body parts did, like fingers and toes, was alien and discomforting to him with regards to the tail.
"What are you on about?! Corbin?! I can't summon Corbin, he isn't dead, like Lucas. I-I dont even know HOW I summon lucas for that matter! Is something that just, HAPPENS, in the Martyr state. So you're telling me, I summoned him?.. Corbin?......... That, must have something to do with the tail..."
Fenrir would state his speculations, still holding the tail in both hands carfully against his chest, eyes staring into nothingness on the floor infront of him.
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The woman's eyes would drift from the glass, to the cieling, as Fenrir's voice rang out with his slight tantrum, and that fiendish smirk would grow only slightly, alowing a glimmer of white to be seen behind those full cherry lips.
"Ah... So he is here..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:31 am
He is blood of our blood, and until such time as he DOES try to kill one of us... I will protect him for what he HAS done for us - which has been nothing but aid.
*Cerberus eyed the woman coldly, subtly putting himself between the door to the stairs and her*
I dont know who you are, or how you know me, but now is seriously not the time to start s**t.
*He said it while thinking of the fact ROAN wa sup there too. And he KNEW she was still MORE than able to fight. The Tavern wouldnt stand up to much more*
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You called him here... or prehaps he came and used YOU... I dont know. Only that I wasnt able to see him. My beloved childe...
*A single tear leaked out of her eye and she irritably brushed it away before sitting back on the bed*
That isnt Corbin's tail. His has an uneven spaded tip.
*Disappointment choked her voice. Fenrir coudl not call him at will either. The hole where her heart should be ached with desire to see Corbin alive, well and functioning again, but her head knew it could not be so. SHOULD never be so. Some days, she hated her humanity. Today looked like one of them*
Why would you have gained a tail from a simple summon? Tell me, are your powers changed at all?
*Her thoughts were simple - devil style tail, probably meant darker style abilities. Heaven forbid.... the thought blossomed across her face like a massacre of children. Did Corbin still qualify as the current hellbane angel, locked away as he was? If not, why hadnt it fallen to Seraphim? Were there other parts of him that could have been inherited elsewhere. In short... despite the tail not being identical... had Fenrir caught Corbin-itus? She forced herself not to even START considering the Bane virus itself.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:51 am
"Lambs......... He might not seem like much, probably even completely incapable of the task, but he IS the wolf, to your clans flock. He took that name for a reason, after all, rather than using it as a title strictly in the presence of the Aesir. He dosn't go by his true name anymore... Not like in those days."
The woman stood from her lean on the counter and folded her hands over her rump, head tilting sidways only slightly.
"Now? Oh heavens no. I dont intend on starting another fight, not now. All I wanted, all I needed, was to get close enough..."
She then, in a moment that seemed to slow time down in the tavern all together, took a single step forward, as if it was the most dramatic action in the most epic of plays, treating the world, as her theatre. The weight of the action however, was yet to be truely felt.
"... Nephew."
A hellish glow like the deepest, most disastrous corner of the devil's own mind manifested in the woman's eyes before her figure suddenly blinked out of existance, leaving only a faint, girlish chortle to fade away gradually.
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"I dont think so..... I mean, I'm so exhausted I can barely reach my powers, I'm not sure I could even manifest my most basic techniques."
Falling to lean back against the wall, wary of the tail of course in the action, Fenrir sighed.
"Something.. Dark, does seem to be at the source though. I, dont feel normal. I dont think i've ever gone so long, unable to even fake a smile.... Perhaps, I-"
At the very same moment the woman had taken that all important step closer downstairs, something jerked inside the Blazeheart. His eyes shot wide open as he felt an enormous pang of agony in his chest, his heart palpatating rapidly in a single moment, beating too many times for a single second, before the pain spread through his tattoos, racing down the lines to his fingers and toes, indigo flashing in the line work before he choked on his own oxygen, his own lungs rejecting him, the very same way his heart did. In the dresser he had been so close to, something seemed to glow bright enough to seep light out through the crack in the drawer. Something wrapped in a handkerchief soaked in OLD, old, old blood.
As the woman vanished however, the condition faded from the Gael, as his back slid down the wall, a** hitting the floor and head lulling back as a dazed state was conveyed through his eyes, though not quite the same as the Berserker state.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:57 am
*Cerberus said nothing, even as the woman stepped forwards he was already turning, already running for the stairs. As she vanished, he was halfway up, and at the room as Fenrir slid to the floor. He looked wildly for Roan, whose own eyes showed confusion as she herself went to Fenrir's side, sliding an arm behidn him to protect his head as he felt*
You feel it?
Yes. Strong, but unfamiliar.
She said 'nephew' and she didnt mean me.
Of course not. You're not the one hurting, and I dont have any siblings... not that live at least.
*She picked Fenrir up and placed him on eth bed, then went to investigate the drawer, having noted the glow. She wasnt foolish enough not to cover her hands first though, pulling things out of the drawer one by one after wrapping her hands in shredded pieces of her own clothing. With a new crisis at hand, her own longing and sorrow were suddenly gone, pushed down and away. Mentally ill she may be, but she still held her priorities in order, ESPECIALLY when there was likely to be a battle*
Fenrir... can you hear me?
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:10 am
How wrong they were. Both of the Cainites.
Roan would find the bandana in the drawer rather easily, as it was only settled in a small messenger bag, and upon touching it, would feel no ill effect. Unwrapping the ancient material, she would find a piece of what must have once been a scarf, still more of that blood dried into the material. Finally, that which had glowed so vigorously. A gold wedding band, something engraved in the inner rim of the band in old Gaelic, though so rare as it was for anyone to speak the language, it was even more impossible to translate, given the wear on the engraving.
Meanwhile however, Fenrir lay restlesstly in the bed, eyes still open as he demonstrated the effects of rem in his eye movements.
He was dreaming it seemed though, that wasn't to last, as the colour suddenly returned to his eyes, and his right hand shot straight up from the bed for the cieling. Saphire fire exploded from the tattoos in his arm, as a invisible force belted a crater into the cieling, the Gael screaming at the top of his lungs in desperation.
"SHANNON NO!!"
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