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- Halo Lykoi - 11-15-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... dreams.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The girl had decided to spend the few last hours of the day outside the mansion so that she could take advantage of the last light from the sun before it tumbled over the horizon and introduced the remaining world to the night. She drew one of her twin swords and gazed adoringly at the glistering blade. The girl had been quite surprised when she had pulled them from their sheaths and found them completely free of rust. A rare find indeed, but they had been stored way, away from wind and rain and safely secure in sheaths that had been personally made for each weapon. She found that very odd. The young hybrid was used to cheaper mass production findings and did not fully realize the possible value for the latest twin treasures she had found. She wanted immediately to run to Halifax and try to find a book that could enlighten her about the art of polishing, but Halifax was a sort of frightening place as of lately. Memories lingered with sharp fangs and claws. The girl shuddered uncomfortably in her seat on the porch, afraid to go back to that violent scene. The girl rose and walked down on the grass holding the sword steadily in one hand and moved it fluently through the air. How she fucking wished for someone that knew this art already. She always felt somewhat stupid when she tried to train her skills with swords. She actually had found one single book on the subject, but one single book could not help her much in the long run. Well, if nothing else then her arms, shoulders and back got some extra strength as she had started to practise every day unless it was raining heavily outside. The sword had been heavy at first, but she was starting to forget that nowadays. That was a great sign that her muscles were being worked and slowly grew stronger and more flexible. Both her hands connected at the shaft now and she let the sword rise up slightly above her head before she swiftly sliced vertically through the air, struggling to keep the whole motion fluid. Still she seemed to lean too much forwards when she cut through the air with it, and quite often she had to take a forced step forward or visibly battle to regain balance. - Gabriel de le Poer - 11-15-2009 [html]
- Halo Lykoi - 11-17-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... dreams.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Halo was quite amazed when she managed not to jump when her uncle’s voice sounded in the cooling air. Her grip was firm on the weapon and she was far from graceful- in other words he would probably never know how much he startled her. Her focus had been correct, but an oversized ear flickered in disappointment for being caught off-guard so easily. She had wondered why she had been put into the top warrior rank so soon, but had realized that despite not being deserving of it quite yet it had given her a proper motivation to learn the art. She, and probably Gabriel too, had started to understand that this was perhaps the ideal path for her. The young hybrid girl adored the thought of being someone. That was why she was here after all; to find her place, a home where a feeling of belonging was included. She turned to face him fully and gave him a sweet smile. ”I’m hoping to find a sparring partner in the future, I wish Ezekiel was here still,” the girl replied as she slowly lowered the beautiful sword. A comrade to practice with would be much more helpful than free flow. ”I find this weapon quite beautiful,” Halo added as an audible afterthought while twisting the blade slowly with adoration present in her gaze. A needle was forced into her heart and wanted to infest her with sadness and hurt, and she stiffened a little before she relaxed again, regaining that important self control and clung to it desperately. ”How are you?” He was her uncle and it was only appropriate to be polite when there was still too much tension to go completely casual. He was the Aquila and a Lykoi and she deeply respected him. - Gabriel de le Poer - 11-22-2009 [html]
- Halo Lykoi - 12-03-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... dreams.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300 - Gabriel de le Poer - 12-08-2009 [html]
There was something different about his niece—he could see that in her face. She had left behind the hubris that her father had instilled in her. It was potential he saw in her; the same potential that had moved her to the trio of guards that carried Inferni’s defense on their backs. Even though Halo was very young, he had felt it necessary to give her a duty beyond simply training. Her brothers had abandoned the clan, leaving her alone to bear the burden of her heritage.
Like her more wolfish brother, Halo was interested in the other half of her family. Gabriel’s face darkened, like a cloud passing over the sun. “Most of them live in Dahlia de Mai. You have a half brother named Haku who is a co-leader there. Don’t approach him—that man’s a monster. He’d rip you apart the minute he sees that emblem on your chest.” There was a dire certainty in his tone. No part of him doubted this. Haku would chew her up and scatter her remains on the Inferni borders. Oh certainly, he would. With or without thought of the consequences he would bring down on his pack. [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 12-09-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... dreams.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300 - Gabriel de le Poer - 12-19-2009 [html]
He watched her curiously, amber eyes turning raptor-like as they focused. When had she grown up? Though there had always been a shadow around his brother’s children, he had never truly considered them anything more then children. His decision to make her a Hydra had been out of the severe and unwavering loyalty she held to Inferni, and more importantly, to him. Never once had she questioned or turned away from his orders. She was the balance to his dragon—Hybrid obeyed no word outside of Gabriel’s own, and this was because they understood each other. Outside of words they had used violence, as the coyote’s body showed.
It was Gabriel’s wolfish blood that allowed this. He obeyed the instincts of the predator, of the alpha-male, with the same understanding of God’s Will. Neither could be questioned. They were inane, necessary parts of himself. Without them, he would never have survived. So too was the cruelty; it bled into his eyes and turned them terrible. “He’s a demon,” the Aquila explained, his dark muzzle twisting just slightly. “I intend to rip him from this earth.” There was no threat, only a promise. Gabriel believed that Haku was his greatest enemy, and sought to destroy him. Certainly, someone had to. [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 12-25-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... dreams.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300 - Gabriel de le Poer - 12-25-2009 [html]
It became commonplace, in the face of terrible evils, to let go of the terror and pain and replace it with fury. Gabriel himself did so—no longer did he wake in the nights, screaming, petrified by the bloody visions. Baneesh was long dead and slowly fading from his conscious; this did not mean, of course, he did not remember. Some nights, when he was left alone with his thoughts, the memory would come back. A ghost of some sort, perhaps, reminding him exactly why he had chosen to stand by Inferni and not his father’s blood.
The distance in his eyes faded, focusing again on the girl. She wasn’t much younger then his children. Still, though, he could not shake that darkness from her figure. It clung to her fur like dew, a subtle and soft aura that reminded him of his daughter after the war, his son after he had regained consciousness and the wounds on his face healed. Something traumatic and horrible had come to her. It was as obvious to him as the mark on her chest, which carried a power as well as a curse. “I can’t help you much with the swords,” he admitted, having limited experience with them. “But if you’d like to practice I know a little about using a spear. It might give you an idea of what to expect from armed combat.” [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 12-30-2009 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> Perhaps the initial intention lurking behind her sudden interest in obtaining warrior skills was to be able to seek revenge. Although Halo was temporarily broken she still carried a well bottled up rage because of what had happened. She was a vengeful and aggressive creature by nature. Surely she would not settle without moving against her malevolent uncle. Perhaps she would have held a different shape if she had not been so severely poisoned by her father, but the assumed madness of the Lykoi, and perhaps also partly de le Poer was apparent in her. She was still just a sprout yet to fold out its petals. Ears listened closely as the Aquila spoke again. To wield a spear was something that had never interested her even after she had started to dig into the world of warriors. Perhaps it would be more correct to say that she had not thought of it. There were numerous weapons to choose from. To gain knowledge of the spear as well – even the mere basics, would most likely add her some favours in the future. ”Yes, it sounds like a very good idea,” the girl answered truthfully. A moment of silence was allowed before her voice rose once more. ”Do you believe my co-Hydra could teach me anything valuable?” She had expected some sort of comradeship bloom between herself and Hybrid, but it seemed clear to her that he held no interest whatsoever to interact with her. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-04-2010 [html] 200
Vienna had taught Gabriel how to carry and wield a spear, but he had been clumsy and lacked the skill she carried. Even though her blood had been mixed, the lithe and long-legged coyote blood had granted her with a feral, cat-like grace. She had never lost to him, even when he used his greater weight against her. Everything she had taught him he intended to show his niece, given that she too was much smaller then many wolves in the area. Even though he despised her father, he did not want the girl to come to any harm—something that would have crushed him, had he known she all ready had. “Hybrid?” Gabriel echoed, lifting both ears to form a mock-crown atop his head. “He knows how to fight like a coyote,” the Aquila explained, smiling strangely. “He fights hard and he fights to kill. He’s been here for years, and been in every war that Inferni has seen. If you can convince him to spar with you, you’ll learn.” Everything else aside, Hybrid had experience, and had not let his size cripple him. That was the greatest strength that she could learn from her co-Hydra, wickedness aside. [/html] - Halo Lykoi - 01-05-2010 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> SSWM 396
The rest of Gabriel words tempted the young hybrid. She had disliked her co-warrior for some time now – he had seemed arrogant and reluctant to dignify her any attention whenever she had seen him about. She did not like his ways, as if he was better than her. Perhaps he was, but he did not have to parade about like he did. Despite her harsh thoughts she would not attempt to track Hybrid Holocaust down and try to convince the older male to give her feral combat lessons. The girl wanted to learn and master everything that could be taught about fighting, and it was just a small bonus if she was required to grow a bit more of her spine to deal with the other Hydra in the clan. She was still learning how to turn obstacles into opportunities. She liked the sound of Hybrid’s broad experience from other battles. ”How many wars has there been, Gabriel?” the girl could hear herself ask. Kaena had spoken of Inferni’s history in brief words, but if there were more details to be found then Halo wanted to hear. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-05-2010 [html] 244. In Character
The idea of fighting like a coyote was something that Gabriel had learned in his youth. Both his mother and the Scintilla had shown him how combat worked—and fighting wolves had been one of the major displays of how the cousin species fought differently. Even the hybrids who were part dog fought differently, something that had not been overlooked by Gabriel. He had learned from them, and learned from every person he had ever fought, ever trained with. Each scar was a lesson, and each lesson had been taught in order for him to survive. Had he needed to walk away broken and bloody from fights because in order to learn, he had to suffer. It was this simple truth that had been carried with him for years, long before a wolf had nearly taken his eyes out and left that scar across his muzzle. It crinkled slightly, finding his memory fall short for a moment. How many wars had there been? More then there should have been, that was for sure. “Three,” he said, trying to remember clearly. “Dahlia de Mai, here. One with Aremys. One with Clouded Tears. I don’t know if there were more before then, but those were the ones I was here for.” Though Aremys had been less of a war and more of a singular brutal attack, something that had culminated with his mother retaking the beach to the north, driving the wolves back to his father’s forest. <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Halo Lykoi - 01-05-2010 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> SSWM 392
She nodded and snapped out of her dreamy gaze – again focusing on her uncle. ”I’d like to accept your offer to learn how to use a spear in fight. Is an actual spear required for the first session?” She knew little of how strict her Aquila was in teaching sessions and if he required a proper weapon first day then she would dart to Halifax and search until she found the actual item or something that resembled it as closely as possible. Halifax was a goldmine, but it could not always provide the treasure seeker with the right kind of glitter. She should take time to gather several other weapons as well if she came across them. Perhaps she could find something of use in the same store where she had found her beautiful swords. A shiver went through her at the thought of having to visit the scene where Samael had ruined her for life. The pavement would probably still have remaining stains of all that blood. Perhaps an empty, picked out skull would grin at her. The thought was horrifying, but that store was a good place to start looking for weapons of other kinds. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-05-2010 [html] 230 In Character
She was ready to dedicate herself ultimately to this world. He knew that from the star emblazoned on her chest, and the way she had struck down that wolf without second thought. Halo Lykoi would be a warrior—she had not spent enough time in training, but the time for these things was past. Even Hybrid trained, in his own way, just as Gabriel and Anselm practiced through routines they both knew by heart now. To kill was to take a great step forward, and he intended to see that her kill was honored. She would need to rise to an even greater challenge soon, and use the rage that he knew existed in her body. It was a power, but one that required a great skill in order to be great. “No,” he answered quickly, suddenly refocused on the task at hand. “I wouldn’t start you off with a real weapon for a long time,” he continued, knowing that even with her practice with the swords, the dangers of using something real were much greater. “In order to use a spear, the spear needs to find you.” At least, Vienna had told him that. “You’ll need a branch that’s probably about your height, and straight. Get one of those, bring it back, and remove all the bark from it. Once you have that, we can start your lessons.” <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Halo Lykoi - 01-06-2010 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> SSWM 315
Ruby eyes glittered as she nodded and smiled widely at the uncle that seemed not so bad after all. ”How dense should it be?” not too thick and not too thin, obviously. She knew nothing of this type of weapon and it would not come triumphant for her first lesson with a stick that would not do. Despite her weary muscles she could feel energy seep right back into her body again. Whatever helped to cause her body to scream louder than her upset inner voice was god sent and would help the girl to become worthy of her warrior rank in the future. At the moment she did not feel worthy of it, though she did not doubt her Aquila’s judgment either. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-07-2010 [html] Word Count: 345 In Character
Gabriel saw, and recognized, the youthful arrogance in her eyes. She didn’t want to be babied, and she didn’t want to start playing with toys. Neither had he. Vienna’s silly speech about using sticks and finding the energy in them had been a bunch of crock…at least until she had thrown him on his ass. Twice. They had been close in size then, even though she had been thinner, but once she had that weapon in her hands it was like playing with fire. Vienna was a dangerous beast, and did not belong on these shores. Had he known she had wound up on a pirate ship, spending half her time between the ocean and the wilds of that foreign country she had so often spoken of, he would have been happy for her. Even though she was no longer a part of his world, and even though they had been nothing more then friends, a great deal of fond memories and love was held for the dreadlock wearing, ice-eyed mouthy half breed that hadn’t been afraid of anything. He saw a part of her in his niece, in the way her eyes turned that gem-hard ruby, in how she carried herself and how she practiced without need for companionship. Now, though, they needed her to gain the trust of her fellow clan-mates and understand how Inferni worked as a team. It was a peculiar team, with different languages in different times, and from one face to another, but they understood each other still. Halo was still a child—she was still learning what she needed in order to flourish here. “You should be able to close your hand around it,” he answered, unwilling to give her anything scientific. Anselm might have, with all of his jargon and measurements and books, but Gabriel subscribed to a much simpler view. “Find that and we’ll work from there. And don’t worry,” he added, letting the cold demeanor shift to a small smile. “I lost mine in the fire over the mountain, so I’ve gotta find one too.” <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Halo Lykoi - 01-11-2010 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> SSWM 501
His answer was simple yet very helpful. The young woman gave him a nod and a sigh, though it was one of relief and not weariness. From the moment she had found Inferni’s borders and met with Gabriel de le Poer for the first time, she had wanted to prove her worth. She had been a child of mixed spirits and both her parents had been unworthy of Inferni membership. He had given her a chance and she had wished for him to see her for who she was for so long now. She felt honoured for being offered lessons in spears and his interest in her dedication. Her black and copper tail waves with genuine expression as the Aquila of Inferni even granted her a small smile. She was looking very much forward to this and ached for a stick this instance. She would run off to the woods south of the clan lands and find a suitable branch in the forest overtaken by arachnids. Halo was not too enthusiastic about the overpopulated spiders, but the weather was colder now and forced the eight legged creatures into hibernation or whatever they did to survive when winter kicked in. ”I will find one straight away,” the Lykoi announced with the brightest of smiles, suddenly eager to be dismissed so that she could run for the southern forest at once. - Gabriel de le Poer - 01-11-2010 [html] Word Count: 237 In Character
Gabriel had known only of Halo’s fascination with rats in passing, having not seen the intricacy of her set up or known much of her training. He was glad, though, that she had begun to work with her fellow clan members and really find a place in the clan. Had she not, as her brothers had made apparent, she would have been gone long ago. If he had known, though it was likely he never would, what had happened between his niece and Samael, he would have torn the man asunder. Halo had filled a void in his clan, and she was not only a coping tool for his mother, but for Gabriel as well. Even though he would not admit it, she reminded him of his own daughter, and this was a large part of why he was so eager to see her succeed. Her expression told him now that she was no longer dreading the work ahead of them, but instead the need to find her purpose and make herself great. “Well, get to it. I’ll see you soon.” With a nod and a faint smile, his black-gold fur shifted with the turning breeze and his feet lifted his body. Without a further farewell, he began trotting back towards the borders, intending to resume his patrol (and perhaps, now that his niece was on board, head south and find himself a suitable weapon as well). <style> .gabe-believe p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-believe b {color:#F2AF22;} .gabe-separator {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; font-weight:bold; border-bottom:1px dotted #F2AF22; text-align:right; margin:0px 0px 2px 0px; color:#9F6809; padding-right:10px;} .gabe-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .gabe-believe {background-color:#A38D5E; padding:10px 0px 300px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabe2.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:1px; line-height:14px; width:332px; text-align:justify; } </style> |