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- Corona Lykoi - 09-09-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Like the city that they had all utilized before, Corona knew the things that she would no doubt find. Every city, at least a city of this particular size, had a hospital. Hospitals were notorious for having the things that she needed because she just happened to be the sort that dealt with the healing instead of the death sentence dealing (although she could have been in that business too). Despite the dust that lingered in the bland, nearly colourless walls and the patterned tile floors, it hadn't been ransacked as horribly as she would have imagined it to be. _____It was in these kind of places that her knowledge of man's language came into great play; her comprehension of their tongue made it remarkably easy to read what the signs said and get a general feel of where to go and what to be looking for. What sun shined in the windows through the clouds helped to better light the place, though not in the areas that Corona wanted it, necessarily. Stepping into a darkened exam room, she started to rummage through the cabinets, barely giving her eyes enough time to adjust to the sudden departure of the sun in the other room as she picked over the contents. Placing a few things in her pouch that she had brought along, she soon left that room and returned to wandering down the empty walls to find more deserted rooms of interest. - Deuce Rhiannon - 09-09-2008 [html]
Obvoiusly it's up to you if she hits or not. LOL 335 words
- Corona Lykoi - 09-09-2008 Same to you, in this case. XD; [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Though she only spent a meagre amount of time in the care of her mother, Corona had learnt things from Kaena that had ultimately kept her alive. She was no great fighter, but she was very aware of her surroundings nine times out of ten. So it was long before she heard the feral scream of rage behind her that she knew someone else was around. Her breathing stilled the closer the sound of nails on the tail became, her body tensed as the tension between the two creatures reached a breaking point and when it broke, the steps came much faster. _____She was wide-eyed when she finally turned to meet the quickly approaching attacker and assessed things without entirely processing what to do; she narrowly missed the swing of the paperweight as it sailed past her arm, barely grazing the hair there. Now if that wasn't a snap to just how serious this woman wanted to bludgeon her, Corona didn't know what would get that point across… but it was also foolish on the attacker's part to come to a fight injured. And it was towards that injured set of ribs Corona aimed to connect a return blow. - Deuce Rhiannon - 09-10-2008 [html]
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I'm not gonna say what Corona does while Deuce passes out. So if she chooses to move Deuce and tie her up, it's all good. In other words, feel free to pp with Deuce while she's out. - Corona Lykoi - 09-10-2008 *salutes... also got carried away!* [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____She hadn't drove her punch in very hard, but it was enough to drive the attacked into a dazed state, though she more or less put her own lights out when her head met the floor. It took Corona a couple of moments to grapple with the fact that everything had been so sudden. There was no doubt in her mind that she was being attacked because she was from Inferni, but she didn't know that she was getting it from both sides of the family name and cross she bore. Letting out a breath, she took advantage of the time to look over the white-haired woman, taking note of the wound at her side and the various scars that were noticeable on her body as she crouched down beside her. _____She'd been in a fight recently, there was a little to deny that based on the wound at her side and Corona momentarily remembered the way Samael and Hybrid had gone after the wolf that had run away from her not all that along ago. Then she had realised what their purpose had been for Inferni and just how much of an opposite hers was. But aside from knocking herself out, she seemed okay, her breathing was regulated, she wasn't overly warm to the touch, and a check of her pulse panned out to tell Corona that she wasn't going to go into shock. If internal bleeding was mostly ruled out, the next thing to do would be to restrain her. _____Rising up and looking around, Corona decided to check in the room nearest to where they were to find something that would have done the trick. Past the closed door and behind a curtain, she found the restraints, though they were attached to a gurney. But that would certainly do the the trick, and she once she figured out how to get it to move, she pushed it out into the hallway. Lugging the wolf over and onto it wasn't too hard to do either, mostly because her smaller size compared to Corona (even if it was only a few inches or pounds in either way) made the job easier and a couple of minutes later, she had her fastened right on that gurney. _____Once that was taken care of, she decided that was the most appropriate place to break out the goodies to clean the wound, at which point she started on. It had gotten infected, but that was nothing that a little peroxide and fresh bandages couldn't fix. She could even tell that the wolf had done some of the work herself—she too, could have possibly be a healer of some sort, Corona imagined—but the gold-haired Lykoi chose to stitch up the worse of the wounds, working quietly and quickly. There was a definite part of her that was angry at being attacked in such a place, but that was why she had restrained her, it was why she didn't intend to leave her alone once the job had been done. _____When the woman had been patched up, Corona rolled the gurney right back into the room where she had found it and closed the door, letting the darkness engulf them entirely save for the low lighting that seeped in around the door frame itself. She'd wait now, fully ready to either undo what she had already done to help if things didn't pan out in the right way. The wolf may have been sorry to ever cross paths with Ahren, but there were no doubt things that Corona was capable of to make her regret ever dealing with one of several who stood at the crux of two kinds of crazy. - Deuce Rhiannon - 09-11-2008 [html]
I envy your beautiful post. LOL
"Hel...hello?" It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark. She loved the dark. She was afraid of what laid in the dark. Afraid of what vengance her captor might wreak. Or had she been left tied up to die? She tested the bonds again, more fiercely this time, every muscle in her lithe form trembling. - Corona Lykoi - 09-11-2008 XD; [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ona/t8.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Quiet minutes eventually gave away to the slow awakening of the woman, who just as Corona had predicted, tested her restraints. Only this time instead of finding the anger that she expected to hear, it was fear that punctured the air instead. Corona had been lingering in the dark on the other side of the room and in every cliché sense of the action, strode cleanly across the short distance and pulled the curtain back sharply. There wasn't the curiosity or concern on her face that had been there before; it had been replaced by anger. It was in the silence that it had gotten the chance to brew and boil. _____“Who are you,” she demanded lowly, rather than asked. Anything to provoke more fear into her little heart, that was the goal. She didn't need to feel her pulse to be able to imagine the way that it would beat faster, she wanted her to know that her life was more or less at the mercy and hands of the very person she had attacked. And there were plenty of tools in the room that Corona could have easily picked up to use, if that point needed to be put across any more than it seemed it already had been. - Deuce Rhiannon - 10-07-2008 ((Gawd. I fail...sorry for the lateness. D: I'll get better now.)) Deuce shrank back as the curtain was pulled back. She could see the resemblance to Ahren in the way the woman stared at her. It made Deuce's blood run cold. The voice was angry, unfriendly. And why shouldn't it be? Deuce had only tried to brain the hybrid with a paperweight. Aware of the position she was in, she centered her gaze in the vincinty of the hybrid's navel. She swallowed hard before ansering the demand. "I'm Deuce Rhiannon." She was only dimly aware that her wound was no longer as painful, that the infection was easing, due to the care of the one she'd just tried to kill. And failed. Of course, Deuce was a failure. She had a bad tendency to lose fights, as her second encounter with Ahren had proven. She continued to tremble, though the being hadn't made a move towards her since stopping. "Please, untie me." Her words were a pained whisper. The Shaman was truly frightened, and very repentant. Obviously. - Corona Lykoi - 10-07-2008 S'okay! I was about to nudge you anyway. XD [html] The name didn't mean anything to her, but she would remember it. It would be just as hard to forget her general appearance—white-haired, bi-coloured eyes, not all that common—but for the time being, she had every intention of getting out any and every little bit of information from her. It wouldn't matter to Corona how much she shook or how much she begged, the only emotion that was going to set anything off would be anger. “Why did you attack me?” Why shouldn't she kill her? Why shouldn't she gag her to muffle her cries so no one would hear her and let her rot in that very room? The tone in her voice did not change at all and her sharp gaze was relentless and well focused; pleading would not work out here.[/html] - Deuce Rhiannon - 10-08-2008 [html] - Corona Lykoi - 10-09-2008 [html] It wasn't too surprising for her to get mistaken for her father though they had distinct differences. That aside, two rights didn't make a wrong and an apology didn't mean anything. Just from the way that this woman acted, Corona doubted she would mean her apology down the road and from the looks of her, she believed that if her father had tried to kill her, then there was a justified reason for it. It couldn't have been recent either, Corona decided, because he had been sick. He was lucky to be able to stand up on two feet and have enough coordination to light a cigarette. Her outside expression didn't change, but on the inside she felt a looming desire to do damage. “And why shouldn't I kill you for what you've done against me and others? How much do you value your life?” When faced with death, everyone seemed to value their life so much more. When faced with every little piece of tragedy in their face, they valued their life. But when things were fine and the world was on an even keel, they stopped valuing their lives and everything in relation to them.[/html] - Deuce Rhiannon - 10-09-2008 [html] - Corona Lykoi - 10-10-2008 *punches this horrid, crummy, short post* :\ [html] “What you think I am and what I decide to do are two different things,” she said without hesitation, “and you're not one to talk.” Healer was a title, not a state of mind or a demeanour. Not to mention in their little backwoods way of living, they all had to have skills that differentiate from whatever their chosen profession was. For the same reasons that apologising didn't do anything, begging didn't sway her much either. Instead, it was the gently spark of anger in her system again that rose up and she grabbed the white-haired woman's face tightly, forcing her to make eye contact. “You didn't answer my question either. How much do you value your life? What's it worth to you?”[/html] - Deuce Rhiannon - 11-11-2008 Sorry for short post. >< [html] - Corona Lykoi - 11-13-2008 [html]Once she had spoken, Corona released the grip she had on her and only hovered over her. Even if she couldn't have verbalised the real worth of her life, Corona could see it in her eyes. For a few fleeting moments, that was the only thing Corona did: stare. Long and hard and cold into those different, mismatched eyes. In the same way that their ancestors had once asserted dominance over each other, this was very much the same thing. They did not need to speak or make sounds to get points across any more, eye contact did that for them. “I'll let you go,” she said at last, drawing her attention away from the foolish woman and to the many supplies around her. “But only if you promise never to hurt anyone else again—wolf or coyote—and actually stick to it. And don't think I won't know, don't think I'll find out, because I will. And when I do, I won't hesitate to find you again. I won't let you go a second time.” Satisfied that there really wasn't anything she felt the woman could feasibly grasp to use against her, Corona turned her full attention back to her, and met her gaze in the dim light. “Can you do that or not?”[/html] |