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 Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:46 am
Maj Mikeal  The world so cruel, with unexpected fates. The Night has begone is course, and its time for the snakes to slither and find a new home and prey. "Its funny how you tell the blind guy to lead the way, just thought of the irony, that's all." Said Maj chuckly a bit to himself. Maj wasn't completely hating on the inside, he had a heart. But a heart that was torn at a early age, something no child should go through. Its history though and Maj uses it to fuel his anger against all who hate and make humanly mistakes. To act human is a sin, even if its good intentions. Even monsters alike deserve to die, they will kill or sin at a point in time. Until you are judged by a god and passed the test, you are counted worthy. The fact is, punishment is just another word for mercy in the other world.
Maj then started leading the way as Zulu said, and came across another question of his. About Maj losing his temper and end up destroying everything, its not his fault he gets carried away. If your really think about it, its only normal to lash out at everyone. Giving the idea a reason and motive, you could actually understand that its not that bad losing your temper. Specially if they keep pressuring you and talk to you with disdain. Maj then gave a honest smile. " Well as long as they don't get me riled up, I guess I can keep myself level headed." Said Maj joking around a bit.
Maj and Zulu finally arrived at the east gate about to enter, but the guards of course as Maj predicted were quite absent from the stations. Maj wanted to make sure, he channeled his dengen through his senses, which elevated them by 10 fold. He may have his eyes covered and unable to see but, its more like smelling and the vibrations of the ground that tell Maj where people are, and where they have been walking for the past few minutes. He calculated it and the area was clear. Maj then tapped Zulu showing its time to go in.
It was like only yesterday Him and Zulu were kids pretending to infiltrate there own house trying not to be caught by their father and mother. And they were good at hiding, especially sneaking. they would occasionally steal the candies their parents made from the kitchen and try to get away with it. And they were only caught once, and boy did they get it when they were caught. They got no dinner that night, and boy did they cry when that happened. The parents felt bad so they gave them some dinner, but not enough to feed them until they were full. And knowing what full is, it didn't feel enough to feed a mouse to them.
Maj led Zulu into the city after dodging the first few guards and now they were officially in, though it wasn't like they thought this town would be. It stank to high heaven, and people look like they were about to keel over and die. the smell was so bad Maj had to get another cloth and cover his entire face with it. though he thought of doing that but it would attract attention, so he tried his best to ignore the smell. "Hey Zulu, this place stinks." Said Maj in disgust . . Swallowing the Wraith and being blinded by hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:25 pm
God's second hands of mercy, will bring you the true path of divinity.  "true I tell the blind man to lead because he is the older brother by only two minutes" Zulu chuckles as well at the irony of the situation but he knew that Maj wasn't completely blind at all he just got used to not using his eyes at an early age. The Desert God gave Zulu and his brother new eyes to see the world through until their days end, and new "fangs" so to speak that are sharpened and posed to strike. Maj was the one who had his body always ready for battle while Zulu was one to find a way around conflict.
Maj looked at Zulu with a smile followed by his statement of trying not to lose his temper and keep level headed his brother smiled as well following happily behind his brother toward the gates. Zulu waited for Maj to look and "see" if the way was clear once he got the signal they made their way into the walls safely. Zulu and Maj were always a tricky pair of kids when they were younger and they were good at finding different passages into the house. One time Zulu and his brother climbed on the roof with a rope, two plates, and dark clothes on just to take a midnight snack from the kitchen. The only reason they did this at night is so that way they don't get caught like last time.
Zulu and Maj were finally into the city and almost immediately after entering he almost felt like he was hit in the face with a horrid stench. "Tell me about it this place smells horrid" but shall thee refuse, death may come too soon...
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 11:15 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦ ((Enter)) Darkness consumed her, the image of her father slowly turning in her direction, faded in and out, as though it followed with her heart beat. Slow, and clam. But his face could not be seen, only the whispers of I'm sorry, played in her head. The cold touch of tears rolling off to the side of her face, made her flutter her eyelids open. At first it felt like one of those dreams, where you feel the wind blowing against your skin, falling, waiting to the the ground, but it never comes. Only the sinking feeling continues its course.
❦ When Charlotte came around, to realization that she was falling, panic took over, the sounds of the wind whirling in her ear drums, she looked down to see Chris trying to hold onto her. Rather he was awake or not, The woman held him close to her and closed her eyes. She tried to concentrate on moving her wings, but each time they twitched, pain took over her entire body. Small cries where made, as her panic was taking over, the ground coming up each second wasted.
❦ Finally, Charlotte shouted in pain, as she forced her wings to start flapping with great velocity, the feeling of the accelerated fall began to slow down, she tried to break from of this position, only to find her self falling into the city, breaking away from Chris, as she landed on a material roof over a vender, bouncing off and landing on the harsh ground made up of dirt. sliding across the ground, Charlotte groaned, her limbs numb from the pain. Slowly, Charlotte forced herself to sit up, looking up she noticed to male figures, before laying back down. "Chri" she whispered before just allowing herself to fade back to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 9:02 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  (Enter) From the darkness that consumed them both, Chris could have compared and contrasted it to his own warping capability. However, the wanderer could see right from the start that their emerging position was... problematic. As the two of them fell from the sky, it was difficult for him to say if the height was a fall he could survive normally, but he doubt Charlotte's unconscious form would. And then... she woke up. Feeling her arms suddenly hold him close to her, he glanced up at her and noticed how her wings twitched as she made small cries of pain. Was she trying to fly, when she had just regained them?
Needless to say, she had managed to do so, at least for a moment. Their descent was slowed, but her handling was off. And by that, she had broke away from him... Plummeting to the city, the first thing he felt contact with was a rooftop... and another one... and then the long ragdoll-like skid across the ground. For a moment, it was like he had died, his body motionless there. Suddenly, though, he picked himself up almost casually, his look not worse for the wear. Gripping his head as he stretched his neck, though, he looked around at where he was, unfamiliar with this particular location they had ended up in. No... that wasn't important right now. Looking in the direction where Charlotte had gone down, he began to make his way onward...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 2:41 pm
Maj Mikeal The world so cruel, with unexpected fates. Maj and Zulu continued to walk down the smelly streets that gave ghastly odors and looks, like death came in with an ugly stick. The village was very discrete and you could tell instantly, that there would be no warm welcomes to travelers. But something put Maj on edge, maybe the thought that these people were tortured which delighted him. Yet you can't judge until the ruler is judged. Thou who has not sinned may cast the first stone. But apparently these villagers must not understand that, no one deserves to be king, or act of false royalty. If Maj could he would of course judge these higher ups, then deal with the underlings for fair trial. For punishment of the desert will have its jury and judge.
Maj didn't want to see the faces of these people nor the higher ups scoffing at their riches and bountiful lands. all the faces would look the same anyway. Helpless, hungry, in pain, scared, pathetic, miserable, and of course lust and hidden desires of hate. You can not escape it, hate is a powerful motive. And If you can control hate its self, power is at your disposal.
As he sensed his brothers reaction to the smell, he smiled a bit. "Reminds me of that time we accidentally broke our neighbors Herb patch. And god did that stuff stink. That stuff got all over us, and we stunk of it for 2 days." Said Maj, laughing a bit to himself. These memories were precious to him, for it was the time that he wasn't consumed by hate and revenge. Such times you have to remember to keep yourself a being of the world.
As the mood lit up with that small memory road. A break of dengen was being released in the sky, something had distorted the atmosphere. Maj could feel it like the wind in his hair. But of course we would never take his cloth of his eyes. Then the disturbance stopped, like nothing ever happened until a women who fell off a couple of buildings landed right in front of him and his brother. Where she came from, he did not know. who she was, he did not know. Though what he did know, was that she was in pain. Maj grabbed his brothers shoulder "Zulu what is this." Said Maj trying to understand this outcome. Maj squatted by this being and touched this persons neck, seeing if it was alive. Then he heard the word Chri. So he assumed it was saying its name, which happened to be Chri.
"Zulu, im not one on helping people. But Ill try to be nice for once, but if I dont' like it. Im going to kill the next people we judge." Said Maj sort of joking, yet serious. He maybe blinded by hate, but killing someone thats already wounded and unconscious is not fruitful. But knowing Maj, he actually has a kind heart towards the weak. The rumor made him the real monster he is today, known as a sadist, masochist, killer. But its not his fault really, he just snaps when he sees blood, or pain, even hatred. This being becomes a killing beast, with no regard. He is known as punishment, never forgives, and never forgets. He will savor every last scream that roils his blood inside his body. the warm liquid that streams from peoples veins. And yet he won't look at his victims after or before hes done torturing them. He won't uncover his eyes for people to see what he truly is. He won't let people get close to him, a mysterious being with the motives of pain and hate. Looking for people that have caused other people pain, and deliver punishment with slow death. The snake thinks nothing of its prey, and will devour it whole, intoxicating it with its slow potent venom. Watching its prey destroy its self, then udder silence.....Finally SCREAMING for its last breath, last hope. But there is no redemption, you will be tried by the desert. And your flesh will be ripped off until bare bone. The resolve you built up will crumble, and break. It will be hell on earth for that one single victim. . Swallowing the Wraith and being blinded by hate.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:28 pm
~ Markov Sebastian ~  Markov's gaze flitted from the pages before him to the bathroom from which he heard the shower running. Is she serious? After he complete disrespect she has the nerve to shower in my home? He blatantly ignored her presence, determined not to give her the satisfaction of his attention. This tactic only lasted a moment or two. He looked up again, glancing at the trail of white clothing leading to the shower. The trail was small, but deliberate. She wasn't wearing much to begin with, was she? Betraying him, his imagination drifted back to her tone muscles, her bare skin. He shook his head to remove the images. They stuck. After a good three minutes of fidgeting, he stood. Grabbing a book mark, he marked his place in the hardcover and let the Shadow take it back to its shelf. After a deep breath, he began walking to the bathroom. Either I remove her from my Suite... or I let her take advantage of my baser instincts. Either way, ignoring her will solve nothing.He strode into the bathroom, now filled with steam and the sound of running water. In a few steps, he was across the room, standing before the curtain. He raised his hand to the fabric barrier between them. He hesitated. Instantly, his old master's voice stabbed through his thoughts. Coward.Angered at himself, he grabbed at the curtain, throwing it aside. He stared for a moment, watching the water run down her body, before speaking. "You know you can't stay here."{Exit to Private}
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:18 am
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Falling unconscious once more, Charlotte slipped into a rather deep slumber, close to a coma, but not as far gone. The first memory was the smile her mother would always give when she had done something silly as a child. Seeing such a golden smile as her's made her know that she did something right to earn such affection. Fading out, then back to when she was a child, tears in her eyes, but why? Charlotte tried to remember why she was crying...The image of her father came into view, she could never see his full face, never! Why cant she see him!?
❦ He started to walk away, again with this scene! She goes to chase after him, but as she continues to try...this time it's different, Charlotte begins to forget why she was chasing...Who's smile she saw....Why she even cried in the first place. Fear started to strike, as she began to panic. Why are her memories vanishing like this? The important ones, the ones that make her keep living, the ones that keep her alive! Why have they all vanished? The only memories stuck in her head was when the slavers came, hurting her kin, killing off most, and raping the rest. Charlotte was one of the victims, even captured like the rest of the women and forced into slavery, where she was used to please her customers.....And she remembered escaping.....Anything before this moment was lost to her....even the memory after it.....
❦ Hearing the sounds of voices talking about, at first it was distorted, then clear enough to get the gist of what was going on. With a soft moan, Charlotte raised her head from the dirt below her. Her body ached, and she couldn't remember why. At this point, her favorite hat was lost to her, now revealing the short red mess of hair, but most importantly her beautiful hazel eyes once she opened them to weakly glance up towards the men who hovered in front of her. Sharply inhaling to the pain towards the right side of her head, her hand instantly grasped it, feeling wet, the Spire moved her hand into view to see little blood, but not enough to be worried about.
❦ The young Spire forced herself to sift to a sitting position before innocently looking up to the small group. Perhaps they could help her up, yet her guard remained up. After all, It was men who violated her....."W-Where am I?" She started off in her soothing voice before trying to stand, only to fall to her knees. Again she looked back up to the group with her hazel eyes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:11 am
Maj Mikeal The world so cruel, with unexpected fates. The one being who falls out of the sky to land in such a pitiful state. And to land before punishment and mercy, the coincidence is quite charming to fate and its game. Or it could be a trial for Maj, to accept mercy without much punishment. But that matter was not important, this being was not of human origin and it intrigued Maj, because hes never sensed anything like this before. All he had was dirty rotten humans with nothing on there mind but lust, pain, and hate. If this was a sign, then it better be a good one.
~The sound of this persons tone, is innocent and gentle. And very feminine. Perhaps it is a girl, who had fallen before him. Though its not human, the dengen inside her is different.~ Maj thought to himself, as he analyzed her through her connection of dengen. But does Maj dare to speak to such a thing. Even though its not human, doesn't mean it can't have bad intentions. He wonders if she has the same type of emotions of a human, and pursues that mind of revenge, lust, and pain. He has no choice but to talk to her, but as soon as he was about to open his mouth to speak. The women opened hers and sat up quite quickly. He aimed his face in her direction, showing that he is going to listen. All she said was , which was quite innocent in behavior, assuming she is lost. But her dengen was tensing, and building. She was stressed out, and uncomfortable about something. "I would answer that If I knew that myself, but to be honest its a horrid place filled bad smells. Its Rha'kashi." Said Maj, saying it quite blunt of course. There is nothing special about this place, he barely knew this place himself. Like he and his brother just got here.
Maj then faced another direction, which was towards her injury. Maj then smiled, it came out quite grim. But its the best he could do, he wasn't typically a happy person, or one to make others happy. Maj got up from his knees and offered her a hand, but after wrapping his hand in cloth.
He had no bad intentions of disgracing a women specially since she wasn't human. Not that he would want to anyway, its a complicated thing that had peaked its head to. While being in a desert they kind didn't understand much about girls/females they were in the desert for 20 years, and 13 years of being stranded in it. There were no interactions except with his brother and male bandits they slaughtered and tortured. Swallowing the Wraith and being blinded by hate.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 11:12 am
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Charlotte short pointed ears twitched the to the sounds of the males voice who now stood before her. At first she had thought that she was still in the slavers territory and they came to get her back as first assumption. However, it appears she had made it out and ended up in a new location....but how? With hesitation, she reached her right hand out to him, gently touching the palm of his hand with the tip of her figures. She could tell they were calloused, as men hands usually are. She slipping the rest of her hand into grasp, she slowly lifted herself up. Weak in the knees, she stumbled a few steps before standing upright in front of the man, with him.
❦ Charlotte had placed her right hand back to the side of her head, feeling the ache worsen. "Rha'kashi?..." She repeated after him with a confused look. Though he was right, the putrid smell flared in her nostrils, causing her to react quickly by covering her mouth and nose. She moved in closer to the man as if scared, but really, her head was in a daze from the injury as well as the intense smell. She knew well what she was and that her hearing and sense of smell is top of the line....but why not her memory. Squinting her eyes some to look off into the road behind to see where she may have came fro, no sign of her tracks....
❦ Charlotte disregarded this factor and turned back to the small group, her nose now adjusting to the smell, as her hand lowered back to her sides. "I-I don't think I caught your names......But....I wish to thank you properly for saving me.....if that is what you did...." She started. If she didn't get out of slavers territory herself, then perhaps it was these kind gentlemen who saved her life from such a horrid thing. But then again, it didn't sound like that at all, perhaps they just stumbled on her unconscious body, and when she awoke she was here. Again, the thought continued to taunt her mind with the question on how she got here and why of all places...here?
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 11:26 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer The walk Chris took wasn't necessarily a long one, but truly it wasn't simply straight. The spot were he had ended up at didn't have one road that continued straight on, instead being weaving and colliding with other roads. Eventually as he made his way through the dirty streets of the lower city, however, he soon found a road that would lead him to his intended destination...
Upon stepping to the point where he was see her, he noticed that two unfamiliar figures were standing by Charlotte. What's more, she seemed to have lost her hat, making her chances for detection even higher... Were these two bounty hunters, coming to claim a reward? An uncertainty...
Approaching the three at his usual casual pace, he uttered a single word. "Charlotte."
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 3:16 pm
Maj Mikeal The world so cruel, with unexpected fates. .This girl was in pain, injured, and seemingly confused. But why, maybe the fall gave her amnesia. Such a pity it is, memories are important to a person. And the way she swayed her weak body into his told him she is in fear of something, on guard. Maj knows the feeling, but it doesn't render him weak, more of a reason to motivate himself. And protect his brother. But he never could protect his family, he wasn't strong enough and when he mustered enough strength to protect them they died in front of him. It felt like it was just yesterday, running from the desert. Until you had to embrace it, engulf the rage, pain, and lust for power.
The Girl replied to him confused like she already was. Though its just to familiar in a way. She then asked for there names and said something about saving. Maj thought he would give her what she wanted to hear. It wouldn't be a lie either way. "My name is Maj, and this is my brother Zulu. And I guess you can say we saved you. . . In a way." Said Maj, his voice was gentle. But almost snake like, yet no bad intentions upon it. He then gave a faint smile, it meant nothing of the sort. Mostly to keep her calm, he could tell that the way her dengen and heart beats were pacing a bit faster than normal.
"You can take it easy, you will get use to the smell" Said Maj, joking a bit with a little sarcasm. Because there isn't a way in hell you can get use to this smell.
All of a sudden a shock went down Maj's nerves, someone with high dengen was near, a Man who said Charlotte for some reason while he walked so casually towards them. But when he said Charlotte Maj turned his head towards the girl. "Do you know this guy" Asked Maj, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. These two had interesting types of dengen, he could feel it. Though Maj is always over protective, specially around his brother and girls. Well actually its more he treats girl humans a lot better than what he does to human men. But there was just something about men he just didn't like, except his brother. There mind set, the way they just lived disgusted him. Just beasts lurking for victims, they would stab you in the back if they gained profit of it. Yet Maj used to get along with people back in his kid years, always playing with his brother and a couple of others. The fun was never ending. Swallowing the Wraith and being blinded by hate.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 8:57 pm
God's second hands of mercy, will bring you the true path of divinity. Zulu while wandering the terrible smelling streets of Ra'Kashi him and his brother come across a quite awkward situation like a pair of beings falling from the sky one appeared to be a female with wings while the other was a male Maj grabbed Zulu by the shoulder than asked about what it was that fell before us. "I don't know but it's hurt and deserves mercy." He heard the woman utter something under it's breath couldn't really tell what she said but it didn't matter at the moment.
Maj showed the creature mercy and didn't kill it while it was already hurt. Zulu knew Maj was a kind soul underneath all that hate but it rarely showed. He smiled to this sight but he saw that she was coming out of her unconscious state of mind he didn't speak at first after she asked that question. Maj handled that question while Zulu stood silent at his side wondering what she would ask next he always thought of a woman's voice to be a soothing thing as long as the voice is not violent and yelling. Than it is just flat out annoying
The woman stumbled before balancing out, the smell of the streets was putrid, she seemed lost like a child that doesn't know where her family is but that relation kind of hurt Zulu inside. She than stood before him and his brother asking for our names Maj handled the situation yet again but Zulu spoke once his name was said "how do you do miss?" hinting for her to give her name to them but before he could get her name another question sprung from his brother's mouth asking if the man knew the woman.
(sorry for late post) but shall thee refuse, death may come too soon...
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 12:50 am
IvonKeir ◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Charlotte smiled to hear their unique names, she was quite interested in what their nationality might be, or if they were a different species like herself, in which case she could not tell. However, a name was called out in their direction. Curious, Charlotte turned to see who it was, and low and behold, another stranger. Yet, she felt drawn to him, it almost frightened her....
❦ Why did she get he feeling like as if she had forgotten something important. "I-I'm sorry....who are you?" She asked furrowing her brows as if trying really hard to remember who he was. The tone in the strangers voice was so familiar, yet nothing came to mind. It almost scared her of not knowing why she couldn't remember...Not by this man, but by her own mistake of forgetting. Her hand still in the others, she gripped upon it before moving in closer towards the two, as in hopes to find sanctuary.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 10:50 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer Pausing only when he heard Charlotte's response, Chris stood there in silence for a few moments. She had just said 'who are you'... Many possibilities came to mind about what this could mean, but his focus narrowed on one. Looking back and up toward the sky, at the spot they had dropped from, he had a feeling that her memories had been lost, if that was the case, from the fall... Problematic, yet... not really. Turning back to the three, he casually walked closer, pausing a second time only when he was within arm's reach. Staring directly at Charlotte in silence, his mind began to process on something to say.
"...Whether you can remember or not is not important. What is, is that your quest, the one you set upon yourself, is complete. And with that, our term, contract, is finished." Pausing as he closed his eyes for a moment, he thought about his words for a moment. Because she had found what she had been looking for, his honor had been held to the end. Now, there wasn't a logical reason to keep by her side... No, it was time to become the wanderer once again... Reopening them, his hand shifted up to unclip and remove his cloak from his body, folding it up before handing it over to her. "When you remember to... find me, and return this cloak," he stated as softly as he could possibly muster.
Despite whether or not she took it, he glanced up at the two males for a moment, eying each one respectively, before walking yet again, this time around and past the trio. Where would he go from here? It was hard to say, really...
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