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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 8:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:40 am
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XSinistre ........... "Flare" ........... VeninX✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ After catching no scent of her targets, Flare dropped to the ground, still hissing in rage. She closed her one good eye and put her ear to the ground, listening for footsteps, tremors in the earth. One sense had failed her, but this one would not. They had run off a good ways, but now... Now there was a fourth. Someone had joined them? No, that wasn't right... It was someone chasing them, someone fast. 'Fantastic. You've earned yourself an ally. Nice failure there. Great job.' The sardonic words echoed in Flare's mind, and she came up on her knees, cursing half in hisses. She never failed like this. How could she have let this happen? 'This will be punished,' she thought. She knew it would come swiftly and hard, if she did not try again. As she was about to stand to pursue the hybrids, there was a hiss of steel behind her. A cold blade at her throat. It would have been just like that morning, when she had let down her guard in training, only this blade bit deeply and did not let go. Her rival, the one she had fought three years ago, the one she had killed, was there, and she knew revenge was the only thing that could possibly be in his mind. Blood dripped down over her, running down her face, as he bent over her, his mouth running with blood. The thick stuff trickled from between his teeth, pulsing from the place where she had ripped out his fangs. Her hand flew to where they still rested, cold against her chest inside her shirt. "You are so disappointing," he hissed. "You should know better than to let anyone defeat you. But it's impossible for you to beat me, you know it. You cannot kill me. I'll always be with you." The words were horrible, a rasping whisper that ran down her spine like a chill, making her shiver. At her movement, the blade only bit deeper. "Don't be doing that. Now, come, you waste of a blade, and die for your mistakes!" The blade ripped across her throat, and she crumpled forward. Her fingers found her neck, fumbling, thinking that a torrent of blood would wash over them, and then darkness would was across her mind, and yet... it was only trickling. Confused and shaking, her hands searched the wound, and recognized it as the one her trainer had given her that morning. Then she knew that it had not been real, that it had all been in her head. Once again, he had come back to haunt her. Still, the pain was there, lingering after the...incident, and it hurt her to swallow. Knowing her quarry must be gone far enough by now, she spat venom on the ground in her anger. Ignoring the pain of the only wound which remained open, the long, thin cut across her throat, she listened once more for the telltale footsteps. The prey had stopped moving, she presumed, since she did not hear them blundering about, no doubt wounded by their second attacker. Perhaps they had been captured. If so, she knew she was in trouble; she had been beaten. If not, then she would just have to move quickly and find them first. Flare stood rapidly, ran a few paces and took to the air, her long wings sweeping down nearly to the point of meeting as she pushed herself upwards. Scanning the forest with her one eye, she felt herself moving more slowly as the day cooled and evening approached. Cursing her cold blood in a hiss, she spied a warm-blooded boy, probably a bit older than she was, below and ahead of her. In the cool air, he appeared as a reddish-orange spot amongst the trees. He was alone, and was moving too quickly for one of the targets, whom she presumed would be injured or impaired. Swooping down towards him, she pulled one throwing knife from its sheath on her right arm and drew back, holding it by the blade. She flew almost silently, coming behind him, then hissed out a greeting of sorts, her voice discernable as english but still rasped after her lapse into insanity. "If you move one more inch, you shall beg for death before I am finished with you... Who are you, and what is your purpose here? Speak quickly or lose your tongue, and your sanity."((My apologies for my extremely long absence. School overwhelmed me. Now that it's summer, I'm on an ancient computer (since my good one is still locked out), but I will begin to write once more. I hope we may revive this thread after I effectively killed it by disappearing. Sorry once again!)) ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
"Swing through sadness, tears of joy. Curse the sunlight. Arsenic for the girls and boys."
"Drink the madness, smoke so coy. Smile injected. Serum of a will destroyed."
"Serum of a will. Serum of a will destroyed."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:50 pm
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XSinistre ........... "Flare" ........... VeninX✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ Flare raised one eyebrow slighly, then swooped down in front of Caine. Her one eye studied his, which were narrowed slightly. The eyes held a threat behind them, they held authority, and also a slight smoldering anger. She supposed he had failed at his task, as well. Thoughts pounded on her mind like the heavy drops of a summer storm. 'Do you believe him? Do you trust him? Do you kill him? Do you poison him and leave him to die? Do you threaten him and force him to turn back, so you can be victorious and he will not surpass you? Do you work with him? Do you let him help you capture them, then kill him and reap the rewards? ... ... Perhaps. No. Not yet. No. No. Perhaps. And, if the last turns to yes, then...yes, probably.' She answered the questions as she caught them in rapid succession. Letting a breath she had not realized she was holding hiss through her teeth, her eye flicked to the tranquilizer gun at his side, then back to his face. After studying him for a moment longer, she sheathed the throwing knife to show she meant no harm to him, though she could pull it back out within a fraction of a second if necessary. "Flare. Same," she said simply. She did not extend a hand in greeting, for she did not enjoy having to compete or the idea of working with him. However, failure was a worse concept, and thus... Her tongue flicked between her teeth quickly before she spoke once more. "And what do you intend to do now, Monsieur Caine?"✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
"Swing through sadness, tears of joy. Curse the sunlight. Arsenic for the girls and boys."
"Drink the madness, smoke so coy. Smile injected. Serum of a will destroyed."
"Serum of a will. Serum of a will destroyed."
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