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| A Familiar Face; P: Ashiban | |
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| Topic Started: May 19 2009, 10:12 AM (131 Views) | |
| Athrane Saffar | May 22 2009, 10:25 AM Post #16 |
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Letting out a monstrous growl that made the three humans scream in absolute terror. His own mouth was open, and revealed his jagged, yet pearl white teeth. He snarled, enraged at the events that were unfolding before his very eyes. The man was injured - but alive, thank Lord, - but to his horror, watched as the monster pinned the little girl under its claws. She screamed bloody murder, as did her mother. Enough was enough. Athrane had had it. There would be no more blood shed from any of the five innocents. The only blood that would be shed would be blood from Ashiban, and if need be, himself. He leapt from the ground, rocketing towards Ashiban’s arm with such a speed, that he was sure that he’d catch her off guard. She was busying herself with the little girl and her family, and hopefully, he’d be able to distract her long enough for the five of them to escape. While he cared about his own safety, Athrane was willing to do anything for these five strangers. As ironic as it sounded, with them thinking that he was going to kill them as well, he still felt the need to help them. If not the mother and father, then their children. His greatsword was out and in his hand in less than a second, and his claws dug into the side of the beast’s leg. He caught sight of the little girl, her eyes wide in both amazement and terror, watching Athrane attach himself to Ashiban’s leg. His claws sank into the beast’s flesh, which would hopefully draw her attention away from her victim, and swung the blade towards her leg with every ounce of his might. His muscles strained with such a force, that he thought he’d pop his shoulder. To his relief, however, the sword sank into its flesh, cutting through the muscle and even the bone of the leg. It traveled through the limb, until finally, it exited out the other side. He leapt off of it, but not before delivering a powerful kick that sent the foot off of the girl’s body. She was hurt, but alive. She had a couple of bruises here and there, but all-in-all, she was safe. She scrambled to her feet and ran back towards her parents. Her father scooped her up with his good arm, and, without looking back, ran off in the opposite direction with his wife and two boys. Athrane landed on the ground on both feet, and, greatsword still in hand, readied himself for any attack that his ex-lover brought on. He had the reflexes of a cat, and the instinctive of a puma. ~Stop… Ashiban… please…~ |
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| Ashiban | May 22 2009, 12:35 PM Post #17 |
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She felt the left side of her body fall as her balance seemed to falter. At first she had no idea what had made her so clumsy, she had perfect balance. It was not until the family started running away that she gave chase only to roll over and throw her face into the ground. A loud roar ripped out of her throat as flames streamed from between her teeth. She didn't feel it much, nothing more then a sting but she knew something had happened. Blood covered the front side of her chest forcing her to look down at her severed leg. With a deep hiss in her chest she glared back at Athrane, her tail swinging angrily. "Traitor." She cried out gazing at her severed claw. "Bastard." Leaping back up she tried to dash forward at him to attack only to stumble forward again. Her long mane covered in bloody mud, stained a deep black. Steam escaped her open maw as she looked to her claw in desperation. Finally mustering her strength she put her stub of a leg onto the ground standing upon exposed bone. No pain showed in her face but the sound of her endless snarls proved to show pain was present, she just knew how to hide it. Half crawling half walking she moved to where her claw was and growled, "Make me crawl on my belly like a serpent...punished...you should be punished." Setting her stump near her severed limb she growled as tendons lashed out and attached themselves to the limb slowly pulling her flesh back together. Skin and muscle was kick to heal but bone came back slower. In her moment of being defenseless she defended herself by opening her maw and shooting a stream of fire at Athrane. Do not disturb the wounded beast when licking her wounds less she turn on you ten fold. Once the muscles and flesh had mended she stood back up keeping weight off her now broken leg. Hobbling a little she threw her head back and let out a fierce roar in a blinded rage. The bone was to thick to heal at this rate. Rather then charge him with a broken leg she decided to trade in pure size and strength for her delicate frame. Her form slowly shrank as she hobbled onward baring her teeth. Her purple fur melted off of her turning into the black fabric of her clothes. Her mane turned to long black curls as her tail slowly vanished and claws turned to hands. it all seemed very quick but to her it went on so slowly. Holding her now broken wrist with her other hand she continued forward until she stood before him. With her good hand she pulled her palm back and sent it forward slapping him across the face with all her strength. Now that she had a real face in which to express emotion it was not hard to tell she was more then angry, she looked hurt and betrayed. Pointing a finger at him she bit her lip letting the wounded arm fall to her side. "How dare you, god damit who do you think you are. I loath the day I ever met you." She growled letting her rage run her mouth. |
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| Athrane Saffar | May 23 2009, 07:16 AM Post #18 |
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For a moment, Athrane felt a twinge of guilt for having crippled his ex-lover the way he had. She wasn’t in pain, but instead, was filled with such anger that he’d never seen in another being before. To know those emotions were directed towards him made him slightly anxious. He was ready for some sort of retaliation from her, but he didn’t expect for her to cast a stream of fire towards him. He narrowly avoided it, but at the cost of having several flames singe the fur of his right bicep. He put it out, but at the cost of burning his hand. He swore under his breath, keeping a wary eye on Ashiban all the while. She changed forms, and in no time at all, had walked over to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as she smacked him across the face. She shouted angry words at him, words that he knew she meant, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t yell at her, he didn’t try to defend his actions, he didn’t say anything. He stood there, taking everything she said for granted. Her physical slap in the face stung – and sent his head to the side -, but hearing her say that she loathed ever having met him wounded him more. He didn’t show his emotions in his expression, nor did he give them away in his voice when he replied to her series of ugly statements. “You may mean that, Ashiban,” he said calmly, keeping his sword at his side. It was streaked with Ashiban’s demonic form’s blood. “But I do not care. You have much to learn. You are nothing but a cold-blooded killer. I see now that sharing that intimacy with you so long ago was one of the worst mistakes I’ve ever made. If I had known then that you sleep with dozens upon dozens of men, kill for the hell of it, and kill small defenseless children, then I never would have even given you a second glance. I can only hope that you can come to forgive me. Despite my current distaste with you, I would still like to see you become a better woman.” He paused, dragging the flat side of his sword against his chest to cleanse the blade of the blood. “We will cross paths again, Ashiban. I am sure of it.” With that, he turned around, and, sword still in hand, leapt from the ground with such strength, that in no time at all, he had vanished into the shadows of the night. The guilt that he’d felt for having injured his ex-lover was no longer there. Instead, there was the feeling of accomplishment. He’d saved the family of five from Ashiban, the woman who he once held true feelings for. No longer was she the Ashiban who he’d known five years prior. She was a demon. A monster. He closed his eyes as he soared from one tree branch from the next, letting his senses guide him back to the Enchanted Forest. One like him didn’t need sight to survive. He simply needed wits. Edited by Athrane Saffar, May 23 2009, 07:22 AM.
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| Ashiban | May 23 2009, 04:17 PM Post #19 |
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Ashiban stood there taking his comments with a stone cold expression. Her eyes remained on his unblinking as he continued saying he hoped to see her become a better woman. She was a better woman, she was not a slave to her lust, what did men want from her? If it were not for that blasted god having to change her heart she could still be her normal self and not trying to fight what she truly was. She watched silently as he turned away from her and took off. In her current state she was not about to follow him even if her wrist was nothing more then twisted by now. Rather she stood there alone staring off into the darkness, letting her body fall to the ground. When she hit the ground her head instantly moved forward forcing her to lean over. Not in shame, she was never shameful but in deep secret thought. She wished she could mull over emotions that she didn't have but that didn't even seem to come to her mind. Growling her herself she whispered, "Woman...I can never be a woman. You think you see a monster now before you well you haven't seen it yet. I'll shake this world to its foundations because your betrayal bade me to. I'll shed blood and make the glory days look like child’s play. I'll paint this world red and when all is said, I'll hold you to blame for all I've done." Her words cut through the air like vengeful daggers, her tongue flickering between her teeth with a venomous ting. She'd make them pay, all of them pay for their happiness and cheerful expressions. Every time someone found love, every time someone laughed she would be there to destroy it until nothing was left in the world. Slamming her fist into the ground she cried out, "DAMN." Her wrist burned as it settled in place and finished the healing process. Healing wounds did not take the bitterness out of her words. Carefully her head fell again, ebony curls framing her like a curtain of darkness. Closing her eyes her body fell limp and lifeless as if she had been murdered upon this campsite and joined the silenced souls. "Damn them, curse them...where did I go wrong I just don't see their logic mortal minds. Oh how I loath your simplicity, what charm must I use to get you to understand, that secretly I'm not what you see, deep in my mind I was worthy of a...better life." Her fists curled tightly making her back become ridged. All these thoughts stung like a two sided sword cutting deep into her flesh. "I drove them all away, oh god...It was my fault...I'm a monster." She fell silent for a moment as something warm rolled down her check. Putting her hand to her face she felt wetness…what a tear…sorrow and regret? Yes she could feel it; it felt good, no it felt horrible. She didn’t want it now, it was…weak and pathetic. This…emotion…they could take it back, whoever they were. As the moment passed by however they did not take it back and the tears just became more and more. It hurt her…this thing she felt…where was her emptiness? |
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