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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:15 am
*On finding the ring, Roan groaned*
I take it back.. maybe she DID mean you....
*She wrapped the ring back up and shoved it deep into the drawer,slamming it shut before leaping onto the bed as Fenrir screamed, straddling him and holding him down*
You were married. WHY is it ALWAYS wedding bands with you ******** lot? Narok, you, I am SO glad Corbin's 'marriage' went the way it did. WHo was she, and WHAT should we expect? I dont have time for this. I have my own agenda to follow... someone up there REALLY hates me, huh?
*She glared at the cieling*
Stop telling tales up there, Narok you git! A gentleman shouldnt kiss and tell!
Mother...
Hush Cerberus. A little insanity keeps me from going postal and you have NO idea how bad wedding rings are around Blazehearts in THIS realm. It may as well be a bloody armageddon device.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:23 am
It would take a few seconds for Fenrir's mind to clear, and recognise the fact he had been dreaming.. No, a nightmare, his worst. Though as his mind cleared, and he was able to see Roan sitting over him, as he gasped for breath, the Blazeheart still only stared, muttering incoherently for a few seconds.
That was before his pupils expanded, and his cheeks rose to narrow his eyes with a look of grief. About to cry?.. No, he wasn't about to let that happen. Quickly, he shook his head and cleared his throat.
"Wha-what are you on about oman, get off'a me. I was married, a long, long time ago. Several life times in fact. What of it...."
He then realized how she must have come across this discovery, and attempted to push her off, so as to sit up.
"You had no right, lassy. You had NO right to go through there. NO right to touch that!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:29 am
I have EVERY right to know what trouble is coming to MY territory and WILL affect my clan, you arrogant Irish wastrel!
*She slammed her hands back down on him, pinning his wrists*
Do. Not. Fight. Me. Because YOU are tired and I am not. Some woman showed up downstairs while we were talking, called Cerberus 'nephew' then YOU started glowing, half passed out and screamed 'Shannon' while the drawer was glowing like a new moon. THATS why I went looking and want to knwo who Shannon is, and what the hell she wants with you. You forget I KNEW Nar...Lucas. I KNOW what wedding bands are like around you Blazehearts and I would know NOW what is going to come of this BEFORE it bites us all in the a**. Too much weird s**t in one day Fenrir, now answer me before I DO decide going postal would be simpler.
Why do you have a tail? Why did Corbin manifest through you? Why are you recalling her now, and was that her downstairs? What happened to your marriage, Fenrir. Im not going to judge you on it, but dont you think I rather SHOULD know about it, now, before its too late?
*Cerberus just stood there with his mouth open, trying to work out why Roan was jumping to conclusions and skipping half the conversation. Of course, ROAN had had experiance in such areas before and if it was to be anything like the past, she'd rather run rough shod over Fenrir's feelings and keep everyone safe than respect his privacy and have all hell break loose*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:41 am
He snarled as best a human could at the woman, infuriated by her actions and the tale she told. As she pinned him down, anyone could see the first cog in the machine struggle into its first click of a rotation.
As Roan went on about the history, and Lucas, and wedding rings, the cog, and in turn the rest in the machine clicked several more times, as the Gael's eyes focused so hatfully on Roan. There was something else infront of it though. Pain. Grief alike Roan's own, where Corbin was concerned.
'Why do you have a tail?'... His fists balled.
'Why did Corbin manifest?'... His pupils dialated.
'Why are you recalling her now?'... His teeth gnashed together.
'What happened to your marriage?'... His tattoos started to very weakly pulse.
And he snapped.
His head sprang up, getting as close to Roan's face as he could while held down, and he screamed at the height of his lungs, rabid almost it seemed.
"SHE'S DEAD!"
The colour started to fade from his eyes, as that more beastial rumble started to surface in his throat, throttling up from the base of his diaphram.
"MURDERED! By a MONSTER like YOU, and your FOUL, ROTTING kind! A CAINITE, masquarading as a wolf, RIPPED her heart out right infront of me, before then taking my newly born son, and three year old daughter and eating them. HE ATE THEM AND MADE ME WATCH! I burnt, and buried them myself! They're DEAD!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:50 am
*There was a time she would have bitten his head off, but instead she held him so he could not strike her, then when his tirade was spoken, she slid her hands up his arms and lay at his side, hugging him softly*
I am sorry for your loss, Fenrir, and I truly know what you feel. Cainites are built to kill, and though I'll not seek to defend my species... not all of us are rotting callous corpses who live ONLY to eat and maim.
*she stroked his chest softly... and let her own pain loose once more. Grief like a hammer filled the room, pain liek crawling over 100 miles of broken glass burst from her form, and tears again stained her cheeks*
We are guilty of much, Gael, and I myself included. Did I not take your brother away from you? But we DO feel, Fenrir. And we can grieve. Humanity kills itself off daily, and I stand by the fact Cainites are no different. No different save we cnanot be absolved of our sins and will live to feel EVERY scrap of guilt for all of it.
I did not ask because I wished to see you in pain and revel in your grief. I asked because I do not understand what is going on and I have a sense for when the s**t is about to hit the fan. If it will help you to beat the s**t out of me, absolve some of your anger on one of the creatures that harmed you so brutally, be my guest. But if you are able to help me think all this through so we can be PREPARED...
*She shrugged*
Something is coming. Some event, some CHAIN of events. Surely you must feel that too. That you recall all this today, when so much else has gone astray... the fates would make us their pawns again.
I do not doubt your recollection, or your story. I certainly do not doubt your pain, and I mean no insult but... ae you CERTAIN your wife was dead? That her attacker did not feed her of his own blood?
When she spoke to me, the woman said 'our kind'. I believe what I saw downstairs WAS a cainite, but I dont know who she was.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:07 am
The claimed to know, bt apparently, the entire concept of Berserkergang, was still foreign. Fenrir slowly sat up, shrugging Roan off his frame and stood from the bed. Then, eyes whited, he turned on the bed and before her offer could be retracted, the Berserker's hand was clutched as tightly as he could manage around the end of Roan's tail, and he was turning again to hurl the Cainite with all his might over his shoulder, and into the floor at his feet.
Shoulders bulked and rolled forward, head hung as he breathed so heavily, the rage started to gradually subside, though not entirely. The closest his eyes came to their pure, rich azure again was a very pale baby blue, as he turned his eyes on Cerberus, glaring over his shoulder at the boy.
"My Shannon, died a pure, gracfull, loving and compassionate saint of a woman. She, could NEVER be tainted this way. If it was a Cainite, then it was the monster that murdered her. A deciever. A shape shifter. The very monster i've been hunting since that night, turning all that I found remind me of him, to ashes."
His eyes would then turn on Roan again, provided she or Cerberus didn't give him reason to unleash more physical retribution.
"He TRIED to make her drink, but she spat it back in his face. She could have bitten off her own tongue, and ended it herself, but instead, she chose to believe in me, and trust in that I could save her. It was her end. She died looking to me with faith, as our children cried."
Fenrir would then start for the door, rage still boiling in, and around him.
"If he was here, then he can't be far. This is MY fight, Roan. I dont care about anything else, except this revenge."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:19 am
I told you I did not ask to insult Fenrir. Had you told me that the killer coudl assume HUMAN shapes in the FIRST place instead of just yelling at us, I'd not have asked.
*Three of her ribs were broken, she could feel it, but she didnt heal them, she simply got slowly up noting her tail as also broken where he;d held it, despite the metal in it. She'd known how strong Fenrir was when he;d made the offer though, hence her lack of retaliation*
This is not just your fight. The sooner you accept that, the better. Cant you SMELL the depth of this? That said... the first shot IS yours. At this point, no harm has been made against us or on our turf. I do NOT trust it to remain that way and I will tell you NOW... should you fail in what you will try to do, or should harm come to my turf, I WILL get involved, and bring to bear whatever forces I feel I must. If even after that the kill can be made yours, so be it. I'd not deny a man his retribution, just as I gladly offer my body as a punching bag if it will help you, when you have helped us. But I will not sit idly by and let harm come to those under my charge. I have lost too much already. Understand that, Fenrir, and also that there are MANY shifters on my turf, and I'll not stand for wholesale slaughter of all of them by you in the vague hope you'll get the one you desire.
*She crossed her arms and watched him in the doorway*
May your hunt bring you the reward you seek, Berserker, and with it... may you find peace.
.: I dont trust this at ALL... :.
.: Me either. If the Cainite was strong enough, the fact blood even entered her mouth... We will hold our mind open and let him have the strength of being sure. That was, we cover both bases. Warn the pack, Cerberus. This reeks of trouble, and not just for our conflicted Gael. The world is in a place even I do not understand anymore. That makes me edgy :.
.: You're hurt... :.
.: Yes, and for now... better he see that. I'll heal after he's gone. :.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:32 am
Taking the material and ring in bag as he left the room, Fenrir egressed from the tavern still half berserker.
"USELESS FU CKING CONTRAPTION!"
Was the last thing to be heard from the Berserker, as he threw what was left of his bike after the storm through an already broken window of the Tavern and started his raging path towards Durem city. Lord held any git that so much as looked at him wrong in this, the most enraged he had been since the last time he had seen that horrible night in his dreams.
God save any. Cainite, OR kine, even a sly mouthed mortal would cop a beating unlike any before.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:42 am
*slowly letting her bones reset, wincing as her ribs sliced her, she sighed and touched Ansuz*
Why did you appear to him, Corbin? Why change him? What do you know we dont? I wish you wee here...
Why ask him? He's an arrogant a*****e and did it for the pain it caused.
Watch your tongue, dog, or I'll cut it out!
Yeah yeah, I know, no one gets t disrespect the Lord DeSeer in your presence, and half the time not even say his name, but you;re bliding yourself, mother. Dangerously so.
There is NOTHING to blind myself to, Cerberus! He is my SON. One who gave EVERYTHING for us!
Yeah right. Who let Abaddon free in the first place, all those years ago with you? Who brought him back, then left him a body to inhabit? And who is now trapped in EXACTLY the same...
Be VERY cautious of your next words Blazeheart...
Why, because you WONT hear the truth? He IS Abaddon! He will become the very one he himself freed - how can he NOT?
Because he is MINE!
WAS! Open your damn eyes and lock that sodding blade away before you end ALL of us with your obsession!
*The blow was savage, snappig Cerberus's neck clean in two as blood poured from his chest and genitals. Scowling, Roan merely held a hand towards him to do such, not even having touched him. The blue haired pakc member gurgled disturbingly, but he;d heal.
Without saying a further word, Roan took Ansuz, gently, reverantly, and turned to leave*
If I ever hear you say such again, I will use your blood to feed the very blade you fear so much.
*It was half an hour after she left Cerberus was able to stand and talk again, his neck whole*
She's as blind as the berserker... we're ALL doomed.
*He too, left the building*
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:19 pm
Shadows pooled rapidly near the Tavern's bar. With a quick shot upwards the Tzimisce stepped up out of them and placed himself silently at the bar leaving the shades to their devices as he placed his clawed fingers on the counter. Garbed mostly in black save for the edge of pruple around the black hood coverring his head and the same color etched around the gauntlet-like gloves he wore. Where his duster hung loosely at his throat the same purple hue bordered his neck.
Tapping his boots on the chairs rung until comfortable he pulled down the face mask on his hood and made sure on of the bartender's brought him a bottle of Bailey's and an iced glass. After pouring himself a drink, he simply sat there, tracing patterns with his fingers onto the perspiring glass and generally just looking pensive as he took the ocassional sip.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:21 pm
Time would pass. Leer was very much alone as a patron in a dusty old bar. Yet something was watching him. He could sense it, certainly. It was not the old soul that served him his drink; it was far more penetrating than that. Yet the source of this feeling defied the senses and denied the knowledge of whom would take such an interest in a young childe of Syn.
All that could be heard was a faint humming, like the wings of an insect, in the moments of silence that periodically fell over the bar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:33 pm
He'd known shortly after entering the bar that SOMETHING was watching him but couldn't quite pin down just what it was. That irritated him a little but for a while though he simply took the attitude that if it wasn't a foe that was going to attack him he wouldn't pay it much heed. Afterall, if it intended merely to watch then it could watch Leer sit there all day. He wasn't doing much outside of mechanically raising his glass to his lips from time to time on the surface of it.
After a while though, long enough that everytime the silences fell he was absoulutely certain there was a slight humming sound and that oncet he silence retreated he was sure it must be stuck in his head, he made a differet motion, turning 180 degrees on his barstool to look out across the tavern.
"Why don't you come on out and play already, hmm?"
He spoke quietly, but if something was really watching him it would catch it so long as it was observant. And Leer figured it was and furthermore, that if it wasn't completely avoiding detection that it just might have more purpose than hiding all day. Whatever the case he might as well try and find out...it was natural for him to want to dissect...and it had been so long since his last cut...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:38 pm
"Perceptive, Childe of Syn."
The voice whispered in Leer's ear, neither male nor female, as if the lips hung just shy of his flesh. Yet there was no one there. Only the soft humming indicated any presence beforehand; now there was words. He was being watched, and whatever was watching had taken interest.
"If you would have ears to hear, then pay heed. I bear tidings and propositions, Lord Anon, that may be of interest."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:43 pm
"So I've been told..."
He shrugged, turning back to pour himself another glass of Bailey's. If it was only a voice that would be his companion then he saw no need to continue starring out into the tavern's depths.
"...You've got my attention..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:48 pm
"Your Sire's death has been made known to me. I offer condolences, yet his legacy still lives."
The whisper spoke softly, murmuring honeyed words into the young mind of the childe Anon.
"His kind have faded from the world, leaving few able to inherit their place. A world without Syn cannot be; the void must be filled. I ask, would you take what is rightly yours, and don the mantle you were crafted to bear?"
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