I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

Halo Lykoi · 02-04-2010, 04:37 AM

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Word Count: 500+ Halo to the rescue pewpew!

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The rodents had distracted her, though she had finally started off after her wolfish aunt. Her heart felt lighter despite the confrontation with the ones that had wronged her, each in a different way, and now the girl was taking on a new perspective of life. She knew herself well enough by now to know that she could not drastically change into a different position, but that it was very possible to manipulate herself to walk brighter paths by pulling her own strings. Rikka de le Poer and Halo Lykoi had not become immediate friends in any way, but Halo accepted the fact that she had treated the blonde woman wrongly. Despite personality and beliefs Rikka was a member of Inferni and it was required that the Hydra treated her better than she had done. The clan was her family, and this woman was family both by blood and faction.

The screams had merely caused her ears to flicker gently at first as the girl automatically shrugged it off as a prey being devoured by a predator. Their food often screamed before the moment of death, so it was not unusual to hear such sounds. However, as Halo was directly tracing her aunt’s scent and footprints and the screams only increased in strength, the girl realized that this was not a pray’s cry as it sought life. She recognized the twisted version of her aunt’s voice and felt an unreal and until now not experienced coldness seep into her muscles and locking her down. The war was a fact, but Halo had not yet seen its true, ugly face. She had shot her own half-sister in cold blood and it had been difficult enough.

Suddenly the young Lykoi hybrid was running and she did not even realize at first that she was moving swiftly towards the screams of an agonized canine. Her sword was already drawn and followed in her secure hand. Then she saw her aunt and she saw the beast. There was no time for thinking straight thoughts. The sword fell from her hand and dived into the snow blade first and her hands shot to the side where she – thank god- for once had her gun. Her usually lithe fingers felt overly clumsy as she struggled with taking the firearm out of its holster. Her breathing was shallow and the adrenaline was properly kicking in as she finally managed to get the weapon out. Her brain moved slowly, but her hands and fingers knew the weapon well and pushed back the external safety.

She had hit moving targets with ease in the past, but unable to think or force her trembling hands still, she fires three shots from distance at the large beast on top of her father’s sister. Her flattened ears exploded with the loud blasts and she was left with a ringing sound in her ears together with her sped up heartbeat. Her fingers continued to press the trigger, but those three bullets were all she had brought.

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