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| Mira | Dec 21 2007, 03:31 PM Post #1 |
I don't know if life is greater than death but love was more than either
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Mira's eyes cast about the abandoned plains, her hair flying wildly about her face. The girl had fled here for safety, away from the demons that had been chasing her. No, not always figuratively, but litterally. She had caused some trouble in a bar a few months ago, before she met Aenarion, and had killed a prominent minister in their ranks. So, in all right and propriety, they sought vengence on her. Mira had to retaliate in the best way she knew how...flee and kill those who follow. It worked rather well, for someone who had little pleasure for killing now. Unfortunately, it was in her blood and she could never forget that part of her past. It was like her body remembered, and kicked it into high gear when teh appropriate time came. Now, here she was, in the middle of nowhere, finally alone, and void of her pursuers. The girl let her sword drop to her side, and she glanced at the dead body lying at her feet. It made her ill to see what she did now, and, without another sound, she turned and fled, deeper into the fields. The grass was waist high, blowing softly in the wind. She waded through it like wading through a river, slicing a path wherever she could. It was late afternoon, nearing the time when the sun should start to set, when she made it to the remains of a watchtower. The walls were gone, and all that was left was the first and second floors, but she didn't mind. Climbing through the dank stone creation, she stopped on the second floor, looking out at her surroundings. There were no walls up here, and no roof, in accordance. A few leaves were scattered around the fifty foot, circular area, creating a rough, scratching sound on the dry pavestones. It gave the entire place an eeire feeling, making her want to disappear form here forever. Still, she must stay for the night at least, befre leaving this dreadful place. So, she set about to make her bed up, got a fire lit, and headed off to find a stream to bathe in. It didn't take long, anf the girl soon was all washed up, her clothes already dry form her quick washing of them. She dressed, and made her way back toward her campsite, the feeling that eyes had been watchign her all along. |
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| Aenarion | Dec 21 2007, 10:55 PM Post #2 |
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Yes, this was Aeorameth's first quest, send him after the woman he had loved. He had a dagger in his hand, Rose, the dagger he had drawn when he first met her. He felt that this would mean most to Aeorameth, killing the woman with a weapon that resembled something to him. However, every single weapon he owned was strapped to his body. He looked down upon the broken tower and grinned as she returned to it, it would be so easy, he had watched her run in, he knew exactly where she was. He stepped into an unfriendly void, the Void swirled around him, discontented, this was not it's master. It would have turned on him and killed him at that moment if he hadn't stepped back out, appearing just three steps from her, silently, he drew a throwing knife, making a metallic sound, and then flicked it towards her leg. No, there would be no mistake, she would not get away from him.. Aenarion screamed, he could not be seen by anything, besides his body. He flailed against the chains of this creation. His magic did not work, he had no physical strength. His eyes simply followed what he knew the thing below him followed, Mira. "Oh beloved.. Forgive me.." He said, knowing what was to come. He would have wept if there were tears to weep. He felt the void swirling around him, welcoming, probably the best feeling he had had since this had happened. And then, the ecstacy was gone when the thing stepped back out, and next to Mira. He heard the blade come off it's small loop, and then heard it whistle towards her hamstring, threatening to cripple her movement. This was murder, he knew, his body did not plan on simply killing her, it planned on torturing her as well. Once more, he flailed pointlessly against his chains. |
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| Mira | Dec 27 2007, 11:08 AM Post #3 |
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Mira had heard the blade leave its sheath, and she reacted instantly in the only way she could. Her bo was strapped to her back, within easy reach of her fingers. With one fluid movement, it was pulled out, and slammed down behind her leg, where the sound came from. The wooden staff caught it in its thickness, and stopped the knife with a subtle thud. She turned on her toes, still in a crouched position, looking at the figure behind her. A part of her didn’t want to believe who it was, or that he was here, but something in her felt twisted and wrong at his presence. She had left to go find herself, and to find her eternal life in any way possible, and he had told her that he was more than willing to wait for her, but he had told her that he would stay put…and here he was. Yes, she was happy to see him, but still, something was wrong….terribly wrong. “I thought you said that you were going to wait for me, Aenarion…why did you change your plans?” She looked at him carefully, her left hand fingering the hilt of her sword with some trepidation. This wasn’t going to end well, she could already tell. Standing up, she flicked the end of her bo up, grabbing the dagger form her weapon, sheathing the dagger behind her back. She would need it later, it would seem. The bo would work for now, and she wouldn’t draw her blades unless it was absolutely necessary, but for now, she would just stay away form his immense height and strength….not an easy task. Equally harder the task was when she wanted to run into his arms every minute she saw him. |
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| Aenarion | Dec 27 2007, 11:27 AM Post #4 |
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He grunted when the knife was caught in the staff. "Good job, Mira." He said, lovingly, smiling. "I missed you so much I decided to come along, you shouldn't do this on your own." He said, moving towards her, a pleasant smile on his face. Once he was near her, he back handed her across the mouth, quickly. He felt her soft cheek hit her teeth, and make her start to bleed a bit from her mouth. Before she could wipe it off the corner of her mouth, he crouched, and licked it up, and then disappeared. He came back into reality just a few feet from her, looking down at her. He then licked the blood that had gotten on his gauntlet off, and smiled. "Plans.. Plans are never kept by harlots." He told her, a fierce look growing in his eyes. He took a step towards her and aimed a kick to her crotch area, to shatter her pubic bone and greatly wound her movement. Aeorameth asked for this, he asked for him to kill the wench, and, he planned on it, all the while his soul begged for him to stop. He drew yet another throwing knife, and threw it sharply at her shoulder blade. He had gone over each of his weapons before this, and planned what sequence to use them. He didn't even want to give her the priveledge of dieing by one of his swords. But, he brought each of them in case it was neccessary. They did not look at all strange on one of side of his waist. One side of his waist held three swords. A heavy mace was strapped to his back, along with his favorite sword, bow, and quiver. His eyes observed her movement, each movement. She seemed to be sure of herself, but confused at the same time. However, he had never seen her fight, he wondered how much she could do. Aenarion's soul simply looked at her, praying she would be able to kill him. |
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| Mira | Dec 27 2007, 11:36 AM Post #5 |
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With a sharp cry, Mira fell, her face back-fisted hard, hard enough for her to bleed. She looked up at Aenarion with anger in her eyes. She hated it when she was pushed around, especially by those who were far bigger than her. With a snarl, she rolled to the side, after he had licked the blood from the side of her mouth. An enraged, animalistic look came into her eyes, and she stood ready for his next blow. It came lower than normal, aiming for her crotch. She sidestepped it neatly, twirling round faster than she thought possible. Her staff was brought around too, the momentum adding to the strike to come. She brought it around with her body, aiming the thickest part of the bo for the back of his neck, right beneath his skull. No sooner had she come around, then he had tossed another knife at her, this time at her shoulder blade. It hissed as it came close, and with a flick of her wrists, the bo was twirled in front of her, knocking the blade away from her body. He was certainly a deadly opponent... |
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| Aenarion | Dec 27 2007, 12:00 PM Post #6 |
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He blocked the strike the staff would have dealt with his left hand, his bare hand. It left a red mark, which began to swell up, even crack and bleed in some places, too small for it to flow. However, he did feel it sting, and did wince a bit. He flexed his hand a couple times before smirking, and licking it off. He tore off the left sleeve of his robe, revealing plate armor, which he also tore off, and threw each piece, one by one, at her. It began to pulse dark energy, and he lifted it at her, and then released. The dark blast surged foreward, and then exploded, his eyes flickered excitement as he stepped foreward, still holding the cloth in his hand. He flicked it at her, trying to wrap it around her neck. He would then pull her into him, making the staff quite useless to his long arms. However, this didn't stop him from taking another step nearer, closing the gap fully. He aimed a punch with his bleeding left hand at her stomach. His body surged. He became twice as fast, and twice as strong, and then released the sleeve, and then flicked his right wrist, to hit her in the face again. This time, he would disorient her, stand over her, and kill her, slowly. He knew how to interrigate people. He would put a hook into her flesh and draw her entrails out inch by inch, her screams would be echoing in the night. However, he wasn't sure that would all go as planned, he hadn't counted on her being able to hit so hard, and her weapon being that tough. He pulled his left arm back quickly, after trying to deliver the punch, and drew the Shadow Stalker. The blood on his left hand began to flow now, after having collected, and ran down his fingers, then dried. He was ready now, his heart beating fully. |
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| Mira | Jan 26 2008, 02:53 PM Post #7 |
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The staff left a mark on his hand....good. She was fully aware that somethign was definately wrong...but it wouldn't take an insane person to see that. Her eyes flicked over at the energy - or whatever the hell it was - coming toward her. With one swift, powerful thrust of her legs, she jumped up and did a backflip, landing just as the blast erupted behind her. She made teh foolish mistake of turning to look at it, and when she did, the cloth he had flicked at her snaked it's way around her slender neck. She gasped, struggling to rip it away from her skin, but to no avail. He punched, and she dodged, slipping, and landed with her back against his chest. This wasn't good. Her staff was still in her hand, and she jammed the end of it toward the toe of his boot, hoping to at least gain some time with this manuever. Still, it left her vulnerably close to him....too close for her comfort, but what could she do? |
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| Aenarion | Jan 26 2008, 03:07 PM Post #8 |
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Aenarion's body let out a deep cackle as the staff struck the metal boot he wore over his foot. He shortened the length of the cloth, however, it gave way before he could collapse his wind-pipe, freeing her, he stepped out of the world known to her. He reappeared in front of her, perhaps twenty yards away. Then, he lifted his arm, and, his power seemed to hiccup, lashing out with a quick strand of void, which, on contact, would make her feel like he had set her nerves on fire. Not only that, it would make her feel like her skin was freezing, best of all for him, though, it would strike her, and cause her heart to pause, making her body pause. That is, only if it struck. He once again shook his hand, feeling a little bit of the power as well. The body was fine, the soul in the body was what was wrong, the void refused to be controlled by it. It was like a fire, if he didn't keep enough to check on it, he would kill himself. Silently, Aenarion prayed that it would turn out as such before it all went down hill. |
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| Mira | Jan 26 2008, 03:14 PM Post #9 |
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Her throat was freed, adn she fell to the ground, trying to catch her breath. What was going on?!?! She looked up to see Aen a little ways off, sending somethign else her way. With a sharp cry, the girl stood up, and tried to move out of it's way, but couldn't fully make it. Her fingertips caught the edge of the dark shadow, and her sking, from the fingertips to the toes felt like it was freezing to death, but her nerves blazed. She tried to cry out, ut no sound would come...all she could do was crumple back to the earth with a muffled sob, her weapins falling form her hands. |
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| Aenarion | Jan 26 2008, 05:52 PM Post #10 |
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Aenarion walked toward her, and picked her weapon off the ground on the way to her. He grinned and moved her hand away from the rest of her body, making it look as if she was reaching out. "Eye for an eye.." He said, lifting the staff as high as he could with one hand. "and a tooth, for a tooth." He told her, simply, bringing it down with all of his strength on her hand, breaking the weapon, and causing very much the same effect, tripled, on her hand. It immediatly began to bleed on the back of it, and on the palm, it welted up, and a bone protruded from the knuck of her middle finger. He had done this to her left hand, and, had broken both bones, and the weapon. Not only that, though, the breaking of it had made splinters form on his hand from the impact, callousing it. He tossed the piece he held off to the side and leaned in to see her facial expression. He kissed her, in the last moments of her shock, he kissed her, biting her lower lip and drawing blood. Then, he stepped back, no stance in his stand, the only facial expression being one of lust. Aenarion, seeing that look, seeing that kiss, quieted. He was passed being in agony, being sorry, he was angry. Not only that, but, it had revealed which soul had entered his body, had taken over. It was the same as long ago, except, this time, he was stronger and more outspoken than usuall. He heard the deep voice of the soul, Rage, rumble from his lungs. "So, woman, have at it, kill me, I will let you, kill me, and you also kill the man you once knew." He told her, chuckling, pain still dancing on his hand from the impact, from the magic, and from her attack. He was grinning, the blood from their kiss on his teeth, on his lips. Death itself danced on Aenarions' now burning soul. OOC: I figured it'd be a good incentive to have her steal one of his weapons as you had suggested. Plus, I figured it'd be a rememberable scar. O.o PS: If ye want me to change anything, that's coo, I just assumed I had permission due to our talk in the CBox a month ago about dah scars. |
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| Mira | Apr 28 2008, 05:10 AM Post #11 |
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With a scream, the girl cried out, her back doubling over in complete agony. She drew her hand into her chest, whimpering, and she rocked back and forth lightly, trying to keep from crying out to make herself look even weaker. Pain was weakness leaving the body, but did it have to hurt like hell? Tears streamed from those beautiful, violet eyes, and a spark in her heart died. She looked up at the man standing before her with a hurt and terrified expression on her beautiful face. When he leaned in toward her, Mira jumped slightly, the fear very apparent in her body language and reactions. She didn’t cry out, but she flinched when he leaned in closer. With a soft, then fierce touch, he forced a kiss upon her trembling lips. Instead of just a kiss, though, it turned into another wound. He sank his teeth into her bottom lip, drawing blood. She pulled away after he did, and she spat some of the free-flowing blood into the dirt at her feet. He was looking down at her with lust in his eyes, and it scared her. She tried to give him a defiant look, but it didn’t work well, and more tears slowly slid down her cheeks. ”Why are you doing this, Aenarion? Why? What has happened to you?” She was shaking, and, with a groan, she turned and vomited to the side, pain still surging through her body. Struggling to look up at him, she listened to his words, before closing her eyes once more, trying to wake up from this dream, but unfortunately it was all real…the pain, the man before her, the impending death, all of it was real. “Why are you making me chose? Why can’t you be back to the way you were?” Slowly standing up, Mira ripped a small bandage from the punch at her side, and she bit her already bleeding lip and set the bone, then wrapped the bandage around it. Pain seared trough her entire arm, and Mira threw up again after getting the hand wrapped. With a defeated look in her eyes, Mira stepped toward him, her lithe and graceful form coming dangerously close to the demented one. She placed her one good hand out to touch his chest, and she gently let her fingertips touch the elf. Her breaths were ragged and sharp, and her chest hurt but she knew what she was doing. Reaching up, she pulled his face down towards hers, and kissed his lips once more, not drawing blood but in a lover’s kiss. While she was trying to keep him thus distracted, she slowly slid her hand down to where she knew he kept the Shadow Stalker. It was a large weapon, but it was the only thing she could think of using….her own katana would be of little use with her hand in such a state. Grabbing the sword’s handle with her good right hand, she drew it and pushed Aenarion away from herself with as much force as she could muster. Despite her small size, she was stronger than she looked and could do much, much more than most expected. She leapt back and landed on the balls of her feet about ten feet away from the elf, her violet eyes narrowed dangerously. She was ready if he decided to do anything against her, but she refused to attack, just defend herself. It wasn’t worth killing him….she loved him too much…but she hated to see him evil…if he stayed that way it would be more than the girl could bear. |
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| Aenarion | Apr 28 2008, 05:38 AM Post #12 |
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She kissed him, Aenarion thought, she kissed this.. This demon in his body, did she not ever learn? Wait, what was her hand reaching to get? His sword? Run him through, he pleaded, run him through with all due haste. She pushed Aenarion backwards, and he stumbled a bit. Despite a demon controlling his body, the strength that should have been there wasn't. Afterall, his body still responded to her touch the same way he would have, his brain was still there, afterall. He watched his body give way over the sudden pressure, and tumble backwards several steps onto his back. Aenarion grinned, maybe she could kill him and end this torment. -------------------------------------------------------------- "He was weak, clearly, he didn't care very much about you, he hardly put up a fight. It was as if he was willing to sucumb to my will, knowing you would die in the process. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted fast enough." The demon said, indicating what that was with an inspection of his body. Deep inside, he felt the soul he supressed struggle once more, anger filled him and he fought it down. None of what the beast said was true, not a word, his words were merely bile. "Ah, so you just couldn't resist?" He said as she kissed him, bending down to match her height. Suddenly, she pushed him, in his awkward position, he did not have time to grab balance from the sudden pressure. He fell backwards several feet, landing onto his back, he got up the moment his motion stopped. He drew himself to bare once more, stepping back, shadows engulfed his figure. When they disappeared, he was ten or twenty feet further back from when she pushed him. He called in his magic, and, awkwardly, the void wrapped around his skin, as if trying to crush his soul with it's weight. He, however, knew better than to let this force linger too long on his body. He cast hand out facing her, and fired three blasts of energy at her. Each were a dark red color, each burned at the air around them. Each had the potential to break bones. However, as if the void was unwilling to strike this person, one struck the ground directly in front of her. It's energy splash, cracking the ground. The other two, each aimed for her chest, seemed as if they would strike. Then, one diverted over her shoulder, striking the ground to the same effect. However, the last one stayed true. He grinned, shadow engulfed him again, this time he was in front of her. Would she dare strike him with a sword? Would she dare attempt to kill him? He didn't care, it was a chance he could take with no repurcussions to him. He drew his fist back and aimed to punch her in the mouth, he felt the breeze go by his arm, wind whipping his robe as his fist soared. As he punched, he felt the tingling on his other hand still, his inactive hand. He did not feel pain there any more, but he was sure the inner part of him did. It seemed to be broken, the only thing he could feel there was the awkward pressure of bone riding where it wasn't supposed to. |
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| Mira | Apr 28 2008, 07:26 AM Post #13 |
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Mira’s eyes snapped at the demon’s words, but she refused to believe them, for the sole reason that she still believed that what was going on was fixable and curable. She would believe that to her dying day, which seemed was drawing even faster than she had planned. At the rate things were going she would soon be finished off, but that was the last thing she wanted him to know. Still crouched down, Mira watched him carefully with the poise and grace of a cat, but with the air of a predator. He let the darkness shroud his large body once more, three blasts of energy were shot at her, and he watched her while they flew. Without even flinching, Mira watched them come toward her. One flew over her shoulder, the other landed at her feet, sending ripples of energy through the earth beneath her, but the last stayed on course right for her chest. She twisted her hips slightly, and threw her left shoulder back, letting the ball of energy soar right past her body. When she looked back to where Aenarion had been, he was now closer, and well within striking distance of each other. With a cry, Mira lifted the blade in her hand and shoved it toward Aen, afraid of killing him, but also afraid of losing her life. It wasn’t worth the pain anymore….she was mortal and she could die, but what about this one? He wasn’t quite what she had grown to know and love…but what was he now?? *sorry…no inspiration* |
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| Aenarion | Apr 28 2008, 07:44 AM Post #14 |
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OOC: What can I do to get ye fired up, then? IC: He wrenched forth, letting the blade impale his body, he felt the cool steel enter his body in one side, and exit the other. Blood pooled from his mouth as he carried through with his swing, his fist slamming into her face with such force that it knocked her backwards, stunning her. Her grip, however, was true, and it pulled the blade free of his body. Aenarion wrenched, the body wrenched, however, the soul within' pressed on. He could not talk, however, the iron filled blood dripping from his chin. She had missed his kidneys, and bladder, which was a good thing. Slowly, magically, the tissue began to pull back into place, he entwined the matter that made up his body to hitch the tatters of skin together. Blood stopped flowing, however, the pain did not end. Nor was the wound healed. It would slowly set itself, however, and the beast, when satisfied, looked back to her, swallowing the bodies blood once more. "You worthless bitch." He cursed her, drawing his own sword and taking a step further to match her shocked retreat. He drew Magus, and held it high into the air and aimed to strike down at her head, hoping to cleave her skull in two. ------------------ Aenarion felt the fire of pain soar into his soul, he wrenched and screamed without sound. He had smiled as she had rammed the blade into his body, but now he regreted it. Not only was the wound not mortal, but he was in such intense agony at that moment. His body was under firm control, and while trembling, did not convulse as he would have. He would have fallen to his knees, and tried to fight on, even though the blade would have bit him into exhaustion. He felt his soul team towards destruction, the beast has definetly learned a few things, but had it too learned to evade death? However, there was hope, the beast within' had proven unable to counter even some of the smallest attacks, it was destructive. It was stupid. "I love you." He managed through his pain, knowing she couldn't hear it, but finding satisfaction in saying it. ------------------- The beast put all of it's power and weight into the swing, the body surging into power. He wondered if this weak body could take much more punishment. A broken hand a stab wound, it was almost out of energy, on the verge of collapse. Alls that maintained it was a firm grip, and the discipline of a thing intent on it's purpose. With its broken hand, it fired two more blasts at her, both smashing into the ground away from her. The facial expression on Aenarions body was a grimace as it brought Magus down towards her. |
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| Mira | Apr 28 2008, 07:58 AM Post #15 |
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A blazing sheet of pain fell over her face, and Mira cried out as she was struck down, her body flung back from the force of the blow. She still kept ahold of the sword, and it came with her, withdrawing from Aen’s body, covered in it’s master’s blood. Her eyes stung, and she tenderly felt of her cheek, blood dripping from a large slice across her pretty face. A deep bruise had begun to set in and her jaw felt like he had popped it out and back in with that single blow. His sword was raised, poised to come down on her head. With a sharp cry, the girl rolled to the side, twisting over and feeling the hiss of the sword as the blade narrowly missed her body. She raised her foot, and shoved her heel into his groin, before rolling again and getting out from his striking distance. Mira rolled to her feet, and pressed the back of her right hand to her cheek, still in terrible pain. What to do now….she couldn’t run very well and she certainly didn’t want to really kill him, but what on earth could she do?? With a sigh, she stepped forwards again and twisted her body sharply once she came close, lifting her right leg and driving her heel into Aen’s knee with a powerful sidekick. She was hoping to break his knee and make him stay down…would it work? **not sure….I just don’t really know how to react…should she end up killing the body or what??** |
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