Fingers ran gently through her thick, auburn hair. There were no traces of the bloody battle that had taken place approximately a week ago – no visible ones anyway, except for the clean injuries and blows she had received. The girl investigated the limited numbers of cuts and bruises that her opponents had managed to inflict on her body, unable to determine whether or not she hoped they would scar. The shopping mall in Halifax was a mess – the raids had been many and the raiders greedy. The mirror was still intact though, and the woman looked at her own reflection for the first time in months. In the past she had been obsessed with her appearance more than anything, but after Samael happened she had been unable to look at herself. Her hands and fingers had continued to make her look presentable, knowing what to do after so long time fixing her hair several times every damn day. Ruby eyes were curious as she let a finger lightly trail two cuts running over her muzzle and under her left eye. They were thin, red streaks, so petite that she doubted they would leave any mark at all. She let that gaze travel down her own, partly clothed form, inhaling in light wonder as she saw how much her body had changed the last half year. Her curves were still present, made smooth by her thick, coppery fur. The hand that was not busy tracing her light injuries pressed against various part of her own body, feeling the hard muscles under skin and fur.
It brought some sense of joy to her, suddenly realizing that she had changed. It was not only physical, but her psyche was still too damaged for her to dare to change her focus. She reached for the mirror, letting her palms settle against the cool object and let her forehead do the same, closing her eyes as she merely breathed. The young hybrid wished her troubles could be soothed by something, but right now her life just seemed so depressingly empty. She had killed a woman that had been there for her despite not knowing her. She often thought of Mew Sadira, the woman that had gotten one of Halo’s limited bullets in her head. Right now, away from Inferni and alone with her reflection, she allowed the scene to replay, taking in those feelings that she had stored away to deal with when the time was right. She had wished to love war and death, but when it came to play the reaper she turned into a mechanic thing, it seemed. She had yet to find much joy in the killing, though the lives on her conscience were few. Her white, green eyed sister had not deserved death. She had embraced the hybrid woman and accepted her instantly despite their differences. The unshed tears were enchanting her ruby eyes as she opened them and inhaled deeply, not about to allow her body to tremble.
I'm here without you.
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03-12-2010, 03:01 AM
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Private, 500+
03-12-2010, 05:19 PM
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-sigh- i love Libri writing :3
Heath often returned to the mangled city ruins, looking for books, supplies, or as like the moment; personal artifacts. He was not one for fashion; his muddied rolled denim pants a testimony to the fact. But the male had an eye for his waistband accessory. Honey colored eyes looked down at the tinged silver buckle, his thumb whipping across the rider and bull in hopes of buffing it till it shone in the dim light.
There was glass everywhere, and the male took his time as he gathered what he desired. A leather satchel, the belts and buckles, and the hat. Never had he ventured into the large building, the ruins uninviting to say the least. Yet Heath fought the rubble, and found that many of the windows were broken, most things rotting or thieved. He was unsure why the store that drew his eye had not been raided thoroughly, it seemed that his taste was not the type that served a human in quiet a panic.
The male walked the hallway, eyes watching his step and form keeping to the shadows. His eyes looked upwards, the scent of another ticking his black nostrils and calling him to investigate further. He walked slowly, head low and eyes gazing to and fro in the search. He walked up to the next storefront, looking to his right and through the broken glass that had once displayed manikins, their bodies disemboweled and broken on the ground. He saw her back but could catch the sight of her face in the mirror’s reflection. Nose flaring, eyes narrowing at the sight of her, yet he remained silent. 300+
03-13-2010, 07:38 AM
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03-13-2010, 01:39 PM
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It brought him closer, a single step before she clumsily knocked over one of the many scattered boxes that littered the store’s innards. He worried for a moment that she had seen him, yet he saw no glance backwards. The Cours male paused, searching for her with three senses and waiting with suspicion. He had no reason to hurt her, and no reason to want to. Yet Heath took a second’s glance downward to avoid a piece of sharp glass before taking the next guided step forward.
He passed the window, entering the store as she remained hidden. A hand was placed on the belt buckles attached to the straps that hung over his shoulder, silencing any potential clink. Fingers wrapped around the thick wide leather, holding it still. The hat was lightly placed on the nearest counter, freeing his hand to rest on the folded knife that hung on his pants pocket. He searched for the hatred that had been so readily retrieved in the past to assist in the peak of powerful adrenaline, and yet he could not find it. The memories that scent brought was all that he could collect, and thus he proceeded with caution and curiosity more then in the pursuit of true conquest. 300+
03-13-2010, 02:59 PM
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03-13-2010, 03:24 PM
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She spoke, and it stopped Heath in his slow moving small stride. He waited, the words moving through the thick quiet in order for him to recognize and process them. He was not about to leave, not at her simple demand. And for lack of response he simply stood his ground. The tension was tangible, threatening to strangle both creatures. Gold eyes were locked on the horizon that the table made, her form breaching it. Dark head rose to show the blood red eyes of her coyote lineage. Just as the mongrel creature had held those months ago. His spawn? Heath wondered. He shifted to one foot, body limber.
The coyote came to full height, and the thing she likely had gone to retrieve at his arrive was held in her hand. He could have shaken his head, scoffed and laughed. But the male remained still. It was not her ability to wield the weapon that made him want to chuckle in her face. He wandered where they all got those things. He felt that he had met too many females that bore a weapon as large and dangerous as the one the stranger held. How did their lithe form carry and swing such things? Two Aniwaya females, Annan, and now this coyote. Each with their own battle gear, and Heath merely carried a knife for cutting twine.
“You don’t need that.” He spoke, his voice stark of emotion. Nether afraid nor bold. His hand no longer lingered at his pocket, in the chance she noticed what he carried there. 300+
03-13-2010, 05:13 PM
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The feuds between the species had not touched him. Yes, the coyote of Inferni had scarred him, but that brought ill thought towards the clan. Not just of every coyote. He owned their blood, but that was not what made his lineage un-pure. His appearance spoke heavily of the mongrel within, his ears alone a symbol of the yote that he carried. His it affected her, Heath could not guess. She looked to him with piercing eyes, for a reason unknown to the male. He looked at her with a suspicion because of the sword she bore and the red eyes that spoke of the maddened creature he had faced. Whether she could use the weapon or not did not matter to the Cours beast. It was deadly no matter, and he did not wish to find out.
She spoke with a question on her tongue, her voice tinged with what Heath thought could be disgust. His gold eyes did not leave her, and slowly he reached for the folded knife that hid in his pocket. Taking it out, the male placed it on the counter with his newly fetched hat. "What are you looking for?" he asked, hoping to ease the tension that stood between them. It was the only reason that Heath ever came to the human's ruins, and figured it was hers as well. Even with the hopes that he would be killed at the hands of an Inferni female, his voice was still solid and chilled.
03-26-2010, 07:32 AM
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Sorry for the wait, love 300+
03-27-2010, 08:48 AM
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She spoke, bypassing his question and mentioning another that had lived among the Miracles mutts. Svara, the female that had greeted him wore many, many scars. The idea that she thought him pretty was one that Heath did not take seriously what so ever. The woman that had fallen in love with him was blind, such a thing spoke volumes. Her steady approach beckoned him to moved backwards, but he remained still for the time being. Svara was dead, slain by her own hand from what Heath had heard. “I’ve met another of your clan, with the same eyes.” He replied, not sure if it would get him killed or not. “You prettier too, though.” He added.
04-14-2010, 04:38 AM
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She watched him with a hard, stone ruby gaze. Yet her smile broadened, and Heath was certain that she would no longer use the sword against him. Up until this moment he couldn’t have been completely certain. “I wouldn’t call him ugly, but that is very true.” He spoke with sarcasm in his tone, and with the want to calm her and stroke her ego once more in mind. He found it impossible to look at her and see what it was that he truly wanted, in a more physical manner, but she certainly was striking and ascetic to the eye. But she was not his Ruri. There was no lying there. Heath extended the invitation, “Where you looking for something, maybe I can help you.” in case she did need the help. He still believed that the only reason to venture into the city was to search for human relics that could be used for one's own convince. She had yet to answer him, and so he repeated the question.
05-02-2010, 05:08 AM
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Heath was not one to search for the inner beauty of many. It was sort of easy just to pass those that he knew little of along with the rest of the world. He cared for few, and he found that isn’t wasn’t an issue to have a small pool of loved ones. He thought her pleasant to look at, he couldn’t help that. But what hid inside mattered, and Heath found no true desire to know her more then as an acquaintance. He was merely sarcastic in his comments, trying with minimal effort to lighten the mood and move the female away from negative thoughts and thus negative (and painful for him) reactions. The tides seemed to be turning, and Heath save a small satisfied smile. She placed the sword away, another forward-moving sign. Heath relaxed a bit, not even considering that she might have a back-up plan incase he made an unwanted advance. For Heath had no plan of moving anywhere.
She spoke, and Heath looked around the pillaged store. There were plenty of things remaining, but he was not the best judge when it came to female garments. His own jeans were worn for pockets and protection when he rode, and he did not worry if they were or consider them fashionable. Umm… Heath thought aloud, steping away from the spot he had been cemented in for some time. His legs were stiff, and he picked up the nearest tunic. If she liked it or if it would fit Heath had no idea.
It was yellow, mixed with a more orangey tone and imprinted with what he thought could perhaps be flowers. He wouldn’t wear it, he knew that for sure. It had no tones that matched well with foliage and provided no camouflage. But maybe, he thought, she would find it pretty. Maybe this? He asked, the plastic hanger cracked and almost broken as he held it up. Amber eyes looked back to her face, once hand holding the hanger while the other extended a sleeve of the shirt so that she could see the entire pattern. .soildground b {font-weight:bold; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#524a3d; color:#b6b1a9; letter-spacing:1px; } .soildgroundooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b6b1a9; text-align:left;} .soildground p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .soildground {margin:0 auto; width:378px; background-color:#1c2a43; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 757069.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #808080; padding: 0px 0px 190px 0px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#878c94; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
05-14-2010, 11:28 AM
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05-15-2010, 11:40 AM
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He didn't understand her. Each response she had given him confused him more and more, but instead of trying to work through it Heath simply gave up trying. Heath let the shirt fall to the floor, what was one more addition to the rubble that surrounded them. He took a step over it, find that she (not so surprisingly) frustrated him. She had wanted him to go, and before he had not wanted to run from her because oh some sort of curiosity that she had brought him. But he found that in her efforts to push him away, and now draw him in with her question only showed the sort of creature that she was. His anger by her tired and thoughtless response was quick to flare, as it always seemed to be, but he did not give her satisfaction of such an effort-ed response. He took a breath, and then moved on with the same arrogant air. He trailed her, following her as she moved towards a counter. The male looked down at plastic things that lay beneath the glass, he wondered if his mate over enjoy such a thing, but they did not look like a quality worth her. Not surprising. He mimicked as he looked slightly over her shoulder at the dull gems. Cheap. .soildground b {font-weight:bold; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#524a3d; color:#b6b1a9; letter-spacing:1px; } .soildgroundooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#b6b1a9; text-align:left;} .soildground p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .soildground {margin:0 auto; width:378px; background-color:#1c2a43; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... 757069.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #808080; padding: 0px 0px 190px 0px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#878c94; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
05-20-2010, 03:39 AM
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No things were not as smooth and without tension and he would like. But what did Heath expect? She had drawn a sword at the sight of him. It was not exactly the most welcoming favor and Heath had still moved forward. Now he felt foolish at the thought of simply leaving now, running from nothing more then her sour attitude. It would be even more cowardly then turning his back to a steel weapon.
She turned to face him, and Heath looked her in the bright crimson gaze that she bore into his own softer honey. Her voice, the question, they all came to her and he still took his time looking into her gaze. It was not often that there were red eyes looking back at him. And he found them unsettling, though not anymore then her Inferni scent.
He shook his head, these things were not what he picture his colli-mate wearing. They were too bright, glitzy and not his or what he thought to be her taste. She was simple, yet elegant, and most importantly; soft. These things seemed too brash and tacky for his blind wife. No. he said simply, figuring that it was her scent that the other female picked up on him. This had not been the first time another read his mate off of his pelt. Would you be happy if your mate brought you something like that? He wondered, eyes watching her face. .heathbones01 b {font-weight:bold; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f4239; letter-spacing:1px; } .heathbones01ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#101010; text-align:right;} .heathbones01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .heathbones01 {margin:0 auto; width:337px; background-color:#777777; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... hbones.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #101010; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#101010; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.9px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
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"I make my own things," the woman purred, letting slender fingers stroke the bone necklace she always wore. One of the two wolf teeth belonged to Charon, the male that her uncle had so brutally murdered. She did not know why she had decided to hold on to it, but she had. The second came from the first canine she had killed, a trespasser that the clan had taken down in group. Bad memories versus good, it made it bearable. Besides, she was able to think back about that horrible day without breaking into tears and losing half her mind. White teeth glinted as she smirked at the tall male before her. She doubted he would approve of her style. Eyelashed fluttered curiously. "Do you like it?"
05-28-2010, 05:34 PM
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Heath did not think of what he could offer her, at least no longer. Such a thing was what one thought of when they cared about the other that they were with, when he wanted to be something for them. Now, he cared so little because there was such an obvious carefree attitude that rang in her tone. He had tried, wasn't that enough? His rudeness was only a reflection of what he received from her. So let her be annoyed, the undertone in her posture spoke quietly of it. So quietly that he easily ignored it and just lingered behind her, wondering what she would say in response. Her demeanor turned pleasant, and he figured it was fake. Expertly he gathered that she would be someone that could be fake, not exactly worthy of his trust.
No? It was not exactly the words that intrigued him, but the tone of her voice. She seemed overly warm, soft as if she remembered something far more pleasant then their meeting. Gold eyes looked at the necklace, noticing the canine teeth that hung off of it. Of course he wondered whom they belonged to, interested but he gave a simple nod. I dont think I would wear it. He said with a shrug. Of course his mate would never own such a thing, nor do what it could have taken to get the teeth. .heathbones01 b {font-weight:bold; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f4239; letter-spacing:1px; } .heathbones01ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#101010; text-align:right;} .heathbones01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .heathbones01 {margin:0 auto; width:337px; background-color:#777777; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... hbones.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #101010; padding: 0px 0px 150px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#101010; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.9px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |