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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 5:26 pm
Abel frowned down at the woman's twitching fingers, thoughts of asking what was wrong crossed his mind, but never reached his lips. He glanced back up to meet her gaze only to find it was on his ear. "Dont worry about it" He said in undertones, "Dont sweat the small stuff. Could've been much worse, I got her arm pretty good." He resisted the smirk that almost crossed his face, "Stupid Human" He scoffed. The half-demon glanced up and down the alley. Empty for now. But who only knew how long 'for now' was.
He followed Kaori into the alley, trailing her by less than a step. Silver eyes were on the ground as he listened hard into the seemingly empty area, testing the air at an almost constant rate, but for atleast a few blocks there was almost nothing. As Abel entered the shadows he shifted to that of the off-white wolf, a small nick of flesh gone and slightly bloodied from his right ear. More comfortable, and more sensitive this way, he seemed to ease. "Dont." He started shortly, "She lived here, or close to it. I'm sure theyre at her old home know. Well atleast she is, I'm not sure she'd let him in. But I'm not worried, Danaiss can hold his own."
As he tried to ease the young woman's mind he thought he could sense the sisters' now familiar scents get closer. "And that woman is no problem. I've handled her once before. She's human, and easy to trick. I have got this all under control" He murmured, pressing his cold canine nose into her palm, trying to be reassuring. Shifting back, Abel realized they would be more noticeable with a seemingly tame wolf running around. He had doubled checked his earlier thoughts, and they were safe for whatever window he had given them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 6:27 pm
Rolling her head to the side, her joints moving like that of a well oiled puppet, she looked at him incredulously when he said she was welcome. I know exactly what you came for and I don’t need your kind of help thank you very… She’d rolled her eyes when saying she didn’t need his help, so she didn’t immediate see his face when he winced from the pain, but slowly opening her eyes, she saw him and her eye brows furrowed, she leaned closer her hand stretched out a bit. Are you okay? You look…… hurt…. Wait a minute. Pulling her hand back, she narrowed her eyes and looked at him sideways. Are you honestly hurt or is this some kind of sick trick? One of the reasons she hadn’t used her electricity on the original attacker on full force was because despite her background she didn’t like actually hurting people and tended to do her best to help those in need. However she didn’t trust Danaiss as far as she could throw him and, in her current state, that wasn’t very far. Orange haired matted in a few places by the mud she’d been rolling around in, hung in an unmanageable mess about her face, a mixture of concern and distrust across her gloomy face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 7:03 pm
"Would... I be dying ....you would not ...even ....trust me...." he said sadly laughing which hurt him even more. His laugh ended up in a squawk of pain. Trying to catch his breath, he stopped talking, a hand on his side. His neck was a little red from the pressure caused by the Inquisitor's foot.
With his hand he slowly opened his shirt, keeping the last button closed. Pulling the shirt open on the side, he tried to bend over a little to look at his side. It was already blue. sh*** this is really broken...I hope there is no internal damage he thought, closing his eyes to try to forget the pain.
Trying to change his mind, he opened his shirt wider so that Selyna could see the bruise spreading on his side. "That...does not... look like I am...lying...doesn't it?" he coughed painfully. He should not be talking but staying quiet was making him think about the pain and that was but all he wanted.
He looked at Selyna, feeling sorry for her, for her hate of men. "I am...sorry...for what happened...in the forest..." he was whispering, his vocal cords not vibrating at all, it was less painful that way... "the one you have to... fear... is not here now..."
He could not help but smile at the irony, in this jail, whatever had the Inquisitors done, that was where he was the more free. He was himself and nobody else. He knew that for the first time of his life since the incident, he would even be able to hold a woman in his arms without fearing to become a monster. He let the tears wetting his cheeks again. After all who cared...
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 7:53 pm
Eye brows furrowing at his joke, she gasped and sat back, looking away embarrassed as he opened his shirt, unconsciously moving closer to the wall. Looking back through her peripheral, she saw the deep blue discoloration on his side and bit her bottom lip. He was honestly in pain and needed attention, though after the way the Inquisitors had treated them on the way in, she doubted they’d send a medic. Looking around the dirty room she found nothing to aide him, his ribs needed to be bound. Selyna didn’t know if she had any internal bleeding, but she did know binding his ribs would help ease the pain and help set it again. Hearing him say the one she needed to fear wasn’t here, she assumed he meant the Inquisitor, but she slowly made her way over to him, careful to allow herself roam to retreat if he attacked. I fear all men, always will. Seeing the tears actually made her feel a bit better, who would attack while crying after all? Stopping a few feet away, she reached down to the bottom of her skirt and, biting it with her unusually dull teeth, began tearing it around the bottom to make a long bandage. Moving closer, it took all her will power not to turn and run; he was hurt and needed attention, plain and simple. I n-need you to sit up a bit if y-you c-can. I’m going to b-bind you. The fear in her heart was evident in her voice as she stuttered every few words. Taking the edge of the cloth, she placed it on his chest, just to the side of his bruise, she wasn’t sure how far the pain spread, but she knew she had to wrap it as tightly as possible to stop any further damage. Breathing shallowly, she’d never voluntarily been this close to any male before, and it showed, she was awkward and a bit clumsy, but she made sure to have the black cloth fit. Her breathing increased as she ad to lean into him and wrap her arms around, she also flinched at the sense of his breath touching her and she bumped his rib with her elbow; with hastily mumbled apologies and finished wrapping then tying the bandage in place. As if hit by some invisible force, as soon as she’d finished tying the cloth, she slid back to her corner and held herself again; looking him over wild eyed, she was breathing as though she’d just finished a triathlon. T-that should hold you in p-place from any, any uh, further damage. It was obvious she fought herself in order to aid him, but she couldn’t let him suffer through that, even if he did have a third leg.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:09 pm
Danaiss did not move as she came closer, understanding that any movement would be perceived as a threat or worse an attack. He hoped that one day she will be able to come closer without fear.
He tried to sit a little straighter while she binded him. Feeling the clothe pressing his side was unbearable but necessary, he bite his lips not to scream.
Feeling her so close to him without turning into a monster was strange to him. Her breathing was heavy and he could smell her hair so close to his face. In normal time, that would have been more than sufficient to wake "Him" up. He blinked a couple of time, fearing that the next second he would jump on her, but no. Nothing happened. Through his pain, he had a feeling of happiness and restricted his impulse of holding her tight.
He wished she had stayed closer.
"Thank you Selyna..." he murmured.
He was cold. He slowly closed his shirt back, trying to stay warm, but shivering anyway which was hurting him even more.
He let his eyes skim the room. It was empty and they were chained. No way they could escape.
Then a dark thought came to his mind, he knew that the torture would become worse. But he started wondering if the Inquisitors would keep them in or bring them in another room. If it were the case, then he would too become a threat for Selyna. Looking at her, he stayed quiet. So I have no choice...I should not encourage her to trust me...or that'd be even worse... He wanted to laugh at the irony, to cry at the same time, to scream! But only those tears came again...
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 2:29 pm
Nodding as she folded her arms to try and bring some warmth to herself, Selyna knew it could only be so cold; it would have to warm up in the morning as it wasn’t too close to the winter months yet. She didn’t know why he cried, maybe he’d grown accustomed to the group as well and felt abandoned, but she knew if he began to sob along with the shivering he was doing, her bandage would be for naught. Keeping her legs closed and laying flat to one side, as her skirt was a bit shorter now, she glanced out the window then back at Danaiss, before mumbling some advice. Try to think of something warm, the sunlight will bring heat in the morning you’ll see. Though she couldn’t tell which way the tower faced, she knew for certain that even if they didn’t have direct sunlight, it would be warmer than this, plus it couldn’t rain forever. The way he kept looking at her was really started to creep her out, then with the tears it was really uncomfortable; she didn’t know what to do when she cried, let alone when someone else did. Hoping to avoid eye contact, she stared out the window, listening to the rain and the shivers of her companion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 5:25 pm
"Yes...you...are right..." he commented painfully at her remarks.
He closed his eyes, conscious that he was scaring her even more by staring at her. He let himself slide on the floor, on his side, trying to find the less painful position, but this was difficult.
He tried to fall asleep, to clear his mind. But he lapsed into a half sleep full of nightmares.
He was Danaiss in the forest, holding Selyna in his hands.
Trying to save her... but not himself anymore.
Becoming a monster himself.
Her eyes were full of fear and hate.
Those eyes... he knew them...
NO! not again... running, escaping...
He was Danaiss running in the forest, hearing screams.
He was Danaiss discovering the girl.
The blood everywhere.
Naked. Beautiful. Tainted. Alive. Dead. Her throat...
He opened his mouth.
He wanted to save her.
But he was so young, so novice.
The blue light. The energy. Quick.
Too late... A kiss... A blast... The pain. ........Nooooo!!!
Danaiss was shaking in his sleep. Incoherent words passing his lips. "Noooooo! .... tr... arghhhh.... she....." His arms seemed animated, chasing away invisible things. The fever was taking him but he was unconscious, fighting his own demons.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:18 am
Demetrius gazed at the woman and his hunters eyes flashed darkly as he watched the woman standing there. Her cheeks began to flash red as blood seemed to come into her pale face once more. The slouch the woman had developed while in the room was gone and the armor hung once more I like liquid silver in her body. The dark skinned man hesitated for a moment as he studied the woman’s form.
“You look tired Templar,” Demetrius said at last, pulling away the cloaking hood and gazing at her, his eyes blank and unassuming. “Rest for now. Take a bed in one of the rooms here please.” Then the dark skinned man pulled the hood over his head again and then added slowly “I shall return for you in a soon.” And then the man turned and began the long ascent up the spiraling staircase, leaving the Templar to find her way.
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Jasper was once more using the many rags to clean the dripping rain from the polished floor. His eyes spotted every drop that splattered in and soon as the water hit the marble, it found itself deep in the fold of a towel. The old man was calmly humming as the rag swept around and around, like a dancer upon the center floor. His humming was slowly and steady as he worked. But then his face fell into horror and the tune into a stream of cruses as a pair of unseen boots splashed mudd and muck all over the floor and cover the white tile in rain. Jasper rose to his full height and growled at Reno as he removed his hood.
“You ever learn about wiping your feet?” Said Jasper sarcastically.
“Spare me your lectures Jasper,” Reno said, deliberately shacking the folds of his cloak and flinging droplets of water far into the hall. “The anathema are chained.”
Jaspers entire mood suddenly changed. Tye old man’s scowl flipped as he flashed yellow teeth in glee. His eyes narrowed and with a small cackle the little man brought his hands together and began to rub them. “Excellet, most excellent. I’ll go and-“
“Not yet.” Reno intjected, his hand raising. “Let them wrestle with their own fears before we give them something manifested to see. After all, tis it no so, that the mind torments the body more than any knife could ever do?”
Reno began to walk down the hall, his boots still splattering mud but Jasper no longer cared. He only stared up at the tower, a smile still on his face as his hands twisted and he imagined a tormented scream.
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“Sergeant Wentron, take your men around and seal the rear gate,t eh front has already been sealed. Alert the watch captain of the gate of the situation and order the guard doubled at once. The warrior priest have already been order to scour the city day and night.”
Yes, Captaian Brakus.” Brakus watched the Templar move out with his fellows, their white armour flashing in the running rain. The old veteran looked back toward the city and cursed as he watched tropps move through the streets, ordering people inside. Brakus had been one many warfronts, but he ha dnever expected in all his years that one would one day be a chruch’s city.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 2:14 pm
Azimeana could feel that the Inquisitor was watching her and she was not at ease not being able to see him. The silence lasted a little too long for her not to wonder if anything was wrong. When he pulled his hood addressing to her, she crossed his eyes one second, quickly looking down. She did not answer at his comment. I bet I must be... she admitted in herself, her eyes stopping a second on the blood drops that were falling from her arm. She was welcoming the opportunity to wash herself and rest a little. "As you wish Sir..." she answered with a lower bow than she had previously made in front of Reno. This man at least was respecting her...and to her surprise he had said 'please', she owed him.
As he disappeared again, she stood back up.
She could hear the catwoman calling for help. She smirked at her pitiful attempts. In a quick move she opened the top of her armor, looking at herself with a shaking of the head. "I look pitiful myself..." she whispered.
Without a look to the door of the cell she left, taking the same way as she took earlier although she stopped only five minutes later. She had never known that the torture rooms were so close from some of the sleeping quarters. Following Demetrius's order, she took a room in the closest dependence. She was used to sleep in her quarters on the other side of the palace, but she wanted to make a good impression on the Inquisitor. She ordered the officer to move her belongings from her quarters to her room and to bring hot water for a bath.
Once in her room she hesitated a little. She had to report to the Captain Brakus, but that would mean disobeying an order, plus she needed rest. With a sharp move, she took off her bustier and shoulder protection. She waited as someone purred hot water in the bathtub in the bathroom. Then with a wince of pain, she took off her gloves. Her arm and hand were full of her own blood although the wound was small. Without thinking about it, she licked it with a sigh of pleasure. She stopped herself, looking horrified at her arm. What am I doing!? She walked quickly to the little room next to her bedroom where a bath had been prepared. Throwing her clothes on the floor, she immersed herself totally in the water, washing off the mud and blood from her skin. This was so silent and peaceful. She emerged softly her head, closing her eyes and relaxing in the bath for a while.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 6:51 am
As Danaiss became lost in his nightmares, Selyna tried not to stare at him out of respect, but found it difficult not to. What kind of torment could his mind be putting him through, she wondered. She too was tired, but feared her guard would be down if she slept, so she sought something to occupy her time. Settling on picking the mud and leafs from her hair, she brought her knees up to her chest to try and salvage some of her warmth. Working slowly, she didn’t want to finish her beauty treatment too soon; as it was obvious it was going to be a long night. Staring out the window again as the rain was at least beginning to die down; she wondered where the others were. Biting her lip, even though it was obvious they didn’t care about her well being, or Danaiss’ for that matter, she hoped they’d made it out okay.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 10:19 am
Danaiss's nightmares were getting bloodier and worse. He was not only talking but starting being agitated. His hands were trying to chase something or maybe grab something. His breathing was heavy and quick.
The shadow was there... he was not alone.
The girl was melted, spilling out blood on the floor.
The forest was red.
The air...he could not breath.
The shadow...
Only the eyes of the girl remain in a pool of blood.
They were looking at him. Accusing him.
No he did not do it.
The vampire. The monster did it.
He backed up but the eyes followed.
The shadow was watching...
A laugh. Evil. Close.
He wanted to run. To escape.
Running.
In a jump Danaiass stood up and started running straight into Selyna's direction. A couple of steps only until the chain around his neck stopped him. He felt on the floor. Coughing and spitting blood. Not knowing where he was. He looked up and crossed Selyna's eyes. Only then did he remembered where they were and he started crying.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 1:45 pm
Still struggling to not stare at Danaiss, Selyna nearly jumped three feet straight into the air when he jumped up and came running at her. An ear splitting scream escaped from her lips and pierced the air as she tried to press herself flat against the wall. Chest heaving as her gasping for breath was audible and her eyes wide enough to make her appear as if she had no eye lids; she could do nothing but gawk at Danaiss when he lay on the ground coughing up blood from being choked by the chain around his neck and began crying again. What the hell is going on with this psycho?? Looking around for some way to escape or someone to save her from this situation she found nothing, and she turned back to him, her breathing still heavy and erratic. She didn’t know what to say to him, or even if she should, for fear that he’d attempt to attack her again. She was beginning to wonder if the Inquistors hadn’t given him any drugs to alter his mind, maybe this was the torture they meant, but if that had been the case they wouldn’t have chained them; no they had something far worst in mind for her and Danaiss, she just wished she could find a way out of this situation. She wanted to be far away from everyone, her mother, the crew, Danaiss, and especially the Inquistors; they seemed to be lacking in common sense when it came to her kind. How could the gods have created something flawed; if they didn’t want them here, wouldn’t they have just not bothered introducing her kind to the world? This was her belief, but she was sure it wasn’t something she should try and discuss with her tormentors.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:41 am
The room hung in utter darkness, the stench of wet mildew emanating from the floor. Water dripped from the ceiling slowly, steadily, and unwaveringly. The room should have been empty but it was not. A lone, shadowed figure stood there, his face flexing and mixing in exertion as a small stone in his hand began to flash and rise from his hand. It hung suspended in the air, its green glow casting wavering shadows on the wall all around as a hissing noise rose in volume until it was nearly deafening and then a voice spoke. The voice did not belong to the lone figure but came from the stone.
“Why have you contacted me?” The voice hissed, anger tainting the otherwise pleasant voice.
“Because,” Said the figure, his eyes staring unwavering at the floating orb before him. “I have information that might please you.” The other voice was a long time in answering.
“I see,” The voice uttered, the harshness giving way to guanine curiosity. “And what might that be?”
“That before this week is over, a arch priestess will be dead and her entire city engulfed in flames.”
“Well now, that is news that i can appreciate. How is this possible?”
“I won't say,” The figure said, “But rest assured it shall be done. When next we met perhapses I shall explain how this came to pass but I promise it will be done.”
“Most excellent.” Said the voice. “I look forward to hearing from you soon. Until then.” The orb's glow faded and sunk into the figures hand. The figure smiled darkly in the shadows.
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Jasper rubbed his hands together darkly and moved slowly up the stairs of the tower. His face was covered in a calm expression as a bag jostled and jangled. In the bag were the tools of his trade. Everyone was sharp, painful and fresh. Te elderly man had never used the same tool twice, enjoying the sensation of knew tools far to much to bring himself to use another tool. The man ascended more steps, his footfalls silent and still as he went. The wrinkled man considered himself and artist and often times his cuts formed splendid works that any would love to have adorne the walls of their home, had they not been painted in blood upon a canvass of flesh. Jasper rose higher and higher, the stairs spinning and spiraling. But at last he came to the door, the black, metal door and here he stopped. for a long moment he stood there, his stare sinister as he slowly used his free hand to turn the nob and let the door swing slowly inward upon its hinges. For a long time he stood there and then he placed the bag down in the door way. He looked at his two victims and gave a deep bow.
“Good evening.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 2:47 pm
Danaiss was half conscious when the door opened. He slowly turned his head to see an old man entering and greeting them with a bow.
Thinking he was dreaming, he blinked a couple of time, but the man was still there immobile staring at them.
The noise of the bag hitting the floor woke him up totally. He realized what could be in this bag and a cold shiver traveled along his spine. the monsters... he thought.
He caught a glimpse at Selyna. She already hated him and feared him but now she would become crazy. At least, thought the witch, the positive point is that as we don't have our powers here, I am no threat to her... He knew that if they had been in a 'normal' room the Inquisitors could have used him against her. But they could not know and as they were both in this 'anti' non-human room, she was 'safe'.
In a reflex Danaiss slowly stood up. And with a raucous voice he answered "Good evening". His throat was hurting from Reno's feet and being stopped by the chains. He slowly walked, every step hurting his side. He could not reach the man, neither Selyna. But in a vain hope he stopped himself between them. At least they will have to deal with me first... He knew he was a fool. No one would come and earning time was pointless. But as long as he were conscious, they would not touch her.
"What business do you have here?" he asked the man. Not really wanting to have an answer, but asking anyway.
Azimeana was enjoying her bath. It had been so long since the last time she had had a real time in warm water. The soap smelt nice, not that she really cared for, but at least it was removing this smell of blood that she had been dragging with her since her arm had been cut. "This wolf..." she said to herself..."I'll kill it with my bear hands if need be!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:06 am
Startled by the door opening, Selyna allowed herself to believe just for a moment that it was the group coming to their rescue; she was deeply disappointed though to just see an old man standing in the doorway bowing and greeting them. Confused, she furrowed her eye brows and cocked her head to the side. Thinking the torture would be whipping or strenuous work, it didn’t register in her mind what was happening when he dropped the bag and the sound of metal clinking against each other resounded through the room. As Danaiss stood, she jumped a bit and regarded him with a wary eye. As he walked slowly towards her, even though she knew the chains wouldn’t allow him to reach her, she unconsciously grabbed the collar of her shirt and held it tight. Perplexed even more by the way her companion regarded the old man when Danaiss came to a stop in between her and him, she craned her neck to see around him to the old man, curious what exactly was going on right there. Given the situation they were in she couldn’t believe the way Danaiss spoke to the old man; then a thought formed in her head about the bag, perhaps the old man had brought tools to undo their chains, maybe he was here to help. Are you here to…. To let us out? Her mind refused to accept the fact that there was no hope and that she was going to die here, so it continued to come up with scenarios where she’d be saved.
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