Little Red

Alaine Winters · 03-31-2010, 09:55 AM

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ooc: if it's alright, this thread is taking place in the forest just beyond halifax :3 mel, i trust that you can jump in whenever you see fit.
i actually didn't come up with the name for this until after i re-read my post; alaine is little red riding hood, and haku is totally the big bad wolf. does that make gabe the huntsman? XP

The light that filtered through the overhanging canopy of dead, twisted fingers was pale and weak. This winter had been long and cruel, and the foliage had gone deep into the self-preserving slumber that would allow it to survive another season. The forest was silent, as if holding it's breath; Not a bird trilled, not a humble creature stirred. Then, parting the stillness like a siren amongst the trees, came a figure.

A bright, rusty blood-red cape was donned over slender shoulders, its hood pulled up to cast shadow over gentle, beautiful features. The figure was unmistakably female, her soft curves just now filling out with the flesh she had lost the season before. From the Shea came a soft warble of music, and though the forest remained a bleak shell around her, it seemed obvious that Alaine saw only the beauty in this desolation. For the dexterous eye could now spot signs of hope - Beneath rotting logs sprouted soft tendrils of ivy-green creepers, their gentle violet buds just beginning to sprout. And there, in a corner, a clump of wild mushroom, perfect for drying into a powder that could ease pain. The collie-woman knew all this and more, and the soft lilt of her hum was a happy, serendipitous sound. Slender fingers plucked the saplings and 'shrooms from the soft earth and tucked them away in the leather satchel that hung over one shoulder so that the strap crossed over between her breasts. The relatively small bag was a pleasant weight at her hip, gradually filling with the fresh ingredients her stores had been depleted of during the bitter winter.

She was careless. Weeks of safety had lulled the young woman into a false sense of security, and she stepped lively without care for where each footpaw fell. So, too, had she wandered from the border; the sweet honeysuckle grew thicker over here, where no pack claimed the land as their own.

A sudden sound made her freeze. Sharp emerald eyes, such a blinding contrast to the ocher and sepia hues of the world around her, widened as a minute tingle of that old premonition slid ice-cold fingers beneath her skin. A deer bounded through the brush, its slender frame as delicate as the thrumming of Alaine's heart as it fled, all innate grace, from some imaginary predator. The world fell silent once more as it departed from view. The Optime lady straightened slowly, brushing the dirt from her silky cream-and-ivory fur on which she had been crouching. She stood still a moment longer, and then finally tipped away the blood-red hood so as to get a better view of the tall pines around her. Glorious coppery curls spilled from beneath the worn material in rogue abandon, dancing in merry ringlets against the pale hue of her features.

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Haku Soul · 04-02-2010, 11:10 AM

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300+

There were stories about big bad wolves eating little girls in human books. They had lived on the human tongue and lived in the dark corners of human children’s imagination. They were stereotyped down to a classic bad guy, though with a taste for the flesh of the innocent. Haku was such a beast, though his cruelty dug deeper than such silly stories. There were no woodsmen in this world, and so he rampaged freely – causing pain and hatred to form within those he encountered. The little deer was not what had held his gaze for the last minute or so. Her scent was recognized with ease.

Perhaps that was what had singled her out amongst many. Or perhaps it was the red cape demanding action from the creature. Perhaps this world needed its fairytales. Jagged fangs glinted dully as the predator watched the woman freeze and watch the deer bounding through the brush with ease. Haku was not at all troubled by the game’s disappearance, because he had already a taste for canine flesh. It was a symbolic thing, to feast on the flesh of his fellow wolves. He took their blood, their body and their souls and grew stronger for every kill! He could feel it. It was a craving more than anything these days and Haku was not one to let moral keep him from what he desired.

She was a rather dazzling woman, he noted as she tipped the hood away from her light face. It better revealed her impurity. This woman did not deserve life. She was a dog, a lowly servant created by and for humans. The human’s days had ended, and hers should have ended along with theirs. Caked blood and dirt seemed to be a part of his once so glorious chocolate and cream fur. The area around his muzzle hinted of fresher bloodshed than the remaining pieces of old, brown blood mainly located on his chest and back. There was no need to tip toe around to hide his truer face any longer.

The four legged beast took his time as he slowly cut through the stiff undergrowth where he had watched her the last few minutes. Her brilliant eyes would meet with his soon enough. There was no hostility present on the man’s features except for his general appearance. That could be well enough. Scars stretched across a face that had once held such masculine beauty. There was no doubt that it was a savage beast approaching her slowly on black clawed paws.

Alaine Winters · 04-02-2010, 08:01 PM

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ooc: *shivers*

There was a weight on her chest.

The beauty remained still long after the departure of the doe, her brilliant emerald eyes glancing about the small glade in whence she stood with sharp, jerky motions. A feeling of dread inched along Alaine's spine, the hairs on her nape quivering to attention as if someone had walked over her grave. The healer took a deep breath, and tried to quell the surprising surge of claustrophobia. But still, she felt uneasy, and what beauty had been seen before was now mockingly stark against the corpse of the forest. The earth felt cold and clammy beneath her footpaws, and overhead, thin strands of sky were strangled by the grasping claws of the sentinel pines.

" ... Time to go, I think..."

Her voice was a small murmur, lost in the terrible silence. It slipped from her maw like water over a waterfall, soft and melodic and entirely exotic to this land of wolves. However, the meek sound gave her heart, and she straightened before turning back to the path.

The wolf stood, watching her. His eyes were the devil's blue, a cobalt so pure and so vast that it seemed to suck the light from the air around it, hypnotic and potent in the thick lines of his face. He was hugely muscled, so much heavier than her own slender frame that when he took a step forward those taloned paws seemed to claim the very earth. But worse, much worse than that was the smattering of gore, glibly strewn over his form like medallions on a war hero.

Her mouth went dry. Her heart beat inside her ribs like a hummingbird in a cage, so loud she was sure that the wolf would be able to hear it.

Her hand, a slender ivory dove that was a tool of healing, a tool of goodness, slipped quickly into the leather satchel at her side. Elegant fingers slid over the dull knife that lay concealed within; It was a herb gathering knife, short and blunt, used to clip stubborn plants from their roots. Apart from that she made no obvious movement, but stood as still as a doe caught in the headlights, those beautiful emerald eyes round with terror as they gazed up at the face of death. There were no pretenses, here. She knew him for what he was, saw his inky soul through the shine of those preternatural cobalt eyes. Little Red had finally found the Big Bad Wolf, and all the terrors of her young life clambered together into one manifestation of evil. In the black abyss of fear that conquered her mind, came unbidden a single thought, a single image - Caillen, my Caillen... My son, my heart! And there within came a surprising surge of strength that steeled her for the events to come, that labored her spine with steel such that, rather than cower, she stiffened, bristled. A cornered wildcat, a trapped mother bear, those jade and emerald eyes flashed at him even as she took slow steps of retreat.

" Don't come any closer; Stay away, Beelzebub. I am not yours to take!"

Her accented voice slipped like music over the harks, ivory lips baring in a sneer that would have been ferocious were it not for the delicacy of her face, the elegant beauty of her slender body curving beneath it. The blood red cape hung limp over her shoulders, but a slight breeze made copper ringlets dance in the eerie silence once more.

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Haku Soul · 04-03-2010, 07:05 AM

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Haku is in his secui form by the way, so I'm not sure if he would be much taller than Alaine. 300+

Earthen coloured ears flicked forward and took in the mouth watering sound of a rising heart pace. A salmon tongue darted out to brush against his yellowing teeth as he anticipated thick and sticky red to cling to them soon enough. She seemed eager to let him have his way. She should have followed the lithe dove when she had the chance. Now it was too late. Then something seemed to change suddenly in her emerald eyes, but such a minor change concerned the madman little, for he only saw what he wanted to see happen in the immediate future, and the life dancing behind the brilliant green would fade and die. This was how everything would end after all. It was just a matter of time. Cocoa, cream and dark crimson face tilted slowly in light disappointment as she started to step backwards and away. Was it not some kind of courage he had seen in her eyes moment before? Again, it mattered little.

A familiar name brushed his sensitive ears as she suddenly spoke. His hesitation lasted only a moment, but it had been detectable. He truly grinned then, finding it amusing that a lowly female mutt would get such a close guess. The seventh was of a similar calibre, but not entirely. They all did the same though, worked to make the world just a little bit more similar to hell. Haku was a suited creature for this purpose. Had the beast not been filled entirely by greed, he would have longed for the horror behind the name the woman so unknowingly had spoken out loud. All he was able to think about was the never-ending hunger that drove him on. He would turn her emeralds into rubies. Eager to start crimson fountains, the self crowned King of Dahlia rushed forward, seeking to barrel into her slender legs with his compact secui body.

Alaine Winters · 04-04-2010, 11:19 PM

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ooc: edited previous post slightly. plus, feel free to use a little PP when Haku catches her :3

For a moment, the beast paused, and his rancid breath stung the brittle air and made her stomach revolt. There was fresh blood splattered over her hunter's maw, dripping with salivate mixture in rabid gore to the soft earth. She watched his tongue cleanse the yellowing daggers in his mouth with a hungry swipe, and felt her gut turn to ice.

At her words, the creature paused again, and she saw now an intelligent light in those cobalt abysses. Did this hellhound recognise her calling of his true nature, or was that amusement at her futile insults? Alaine dared not guess. Her blood pounded, thick with adrenaline, through constricted veins. The brute smiled, and his teeth flashed in the weak light like concealed blades. Her fingers tightened on the knife's handle, her hummingbird heart skipping a beat at the true horror of his delight. His smile was the calm before the storm, and she felt now the tension thick air, a dry swallow that rasped in her soft throat.

There was no time for a second chance. The killer leaped forth, and the damsel smelt death as she had never smelt it before, and knew of her own. But the collie-woman's instincts were sharper than most, for she had seen far too much and lived through such to take death easily. As the devil lunged towards her, Little Red unleashed an unearthly scream, the likes of which sent black crows to the sky as if their master beckoned. The sound died in her throat as, just in time, the slender Optime darted sideways to avoid his charge. Not entirely, though, for the jerky movement teetered her balance and she stumbled, scraping knees and the palms of her hands on sharp rocks and sticks as she rose.

The scent of fresh blood, rusty and tangible, filled the air.

Then she was on her feet and running, running like the doe, a blur of bright red cloak and soft ivory underbelly as she bounded over a fallen tree, hands grasping at trunks to prevent another fall. Each branch she touched left a bloody print, an easy trail for any to follow. She knew, too, that the beast would be able to outrun her, and her flight was pointless. It would only be a matter of seconds before she felt those wicked claws ripping into her back, and knew the last gasps of life...

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Gabriel de le Poer · 04-26-2010, 10:09 AM

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Gabriel did not recall what had drawn him this far south, what had brought him to the forest. Something had pulled, something that he could not disobey. As always, he was traveling in his lupus form. Four legged, a beast of old, the Aquila slunk through the forest. All around him there was an unearthly silence; as if the forest was aware of something he was not.

There.

A scream ripped apart the sky, tearing black holes into the blue. Without any hesitation, Gabriel’s feet had left the earth. He ran into the depths of the woods, tearing the earth under him, head low and fur all on end. Even though he did not recognize the voice, he could not ignore that desperate call. It could have been his sister. It could have been his mother. Foam frothed around the coy-wolf’s mouth, eyes bright and ears pinned. As the man ran towards the source of the scream new scents rushed up from the earth. Fear, panic.

But most of all, blood.

Silent as a hunting bird, the Aquila spotted a flash of red amongst the tree line, identified her as the prey, and then saw his target. The brown demon was right on her tail, his blue eyes burning holes into the atmosphere. Without hesitation, he rushed past the woman, and towards the wolf. Finally, he let out a ferocious snarl and used his own speed to meet the beast head on. Teeth opened wide, claws seeking any soft flesh, and Gabriel was on him.

Haku Soul · 04-28-2010, 06:29 AM

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Life's been a pain, sorry. Mel, feel free to add some damage to Haku. WE SHOULD TALK ON AIM TBH!

She screamed and it was so beautiful.

They always tried to run, but they could never outrun the predator following on their heels. She as every target had attempted to dart out of the path, but after years of seeing the same move Haku had saved his main speed so that control could be maintained when the target chose to move. Almost playfully, the male tossed his body half-heartedly after her to give her a little shove, as he would be unsatisfied if he did not get to drink in a good amount of fear before he brought her down with claws and fangs. After falling clumsily she exploded into a run that not at all fit the elegance that she had mastered moment earlier. He could see her beautiful curls dancing as she clung desperately to that small branch of hope they all believed in when there was no escape. He wanted to see a naked scalp bleed. Initially he had decided to leave her face without a mark as a little gift to the King of her pack, but the temptation was too much.

He followed the marked trail of blood and adrenaline and sped up to full speed to gain in on the fleeing Optime. He slowed down just a bit to linger behind her for a few beautiful moments before reaching out for her with those heavy secui claws. His body weight was thrown into her and they were falling down toward the forest floor. Sometimes it was too easy, but he was not about to complain. Blood was blood and a soul was a soul. He did not intend to let her depart without a decent amount of suffering. Jaws hungry for only flesh avoided their desired target to go after what that beautiful blue gaze craved. He bit down on her beautiful locks and started to forcefully rip it off her skull. It was think and strong, so it could look like the man was forcefully shaking his head with his jaws clinging to an amount of hair, demanding it to be his.

Then everything changed and Haku immediately found a new target. Unfortunately that target had found him first. Jaws let go of their desired price to meet with the Aquila, and there was a nasty sound when the two bodies collided. The mental grin was wide and terrible when he recognized the inferior form of the other. Perhaps there was pain, but Haku only registered a steady throb where their bodies had clashed together. Immediately he started to push against the smaller form, seeking to dig his fangs into face, throat or neck. This time the little bastard would have to pay for moving against him.

Alaine Winters · 04-29-2010, 09:48 AM

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ooc: frightening o: sorry for prattling on. also, i didn't want to pp, so you can completely ignore alaine's little attack if it doesn't quite fit XD

And for just a moment, just a moment, she knew hope.

It bloomed from within like tender rose petals, but even in this delusion she could see the flower's blood-red hue, glossily reflected with the pain of impact she knew was coming. Her form was a wraith among the trees, a sylph of light and gold-spun cream fur, made mortal only by those lustrous bloody curls, that thick copper cloak. The insides of her skull where chaotically silent, with only the primeval need for escape ricocheting like a loose bullet in the deserted lanes of conscious thought. But even as that hope festered away, she felt the hot breath at her nape; for, as fleet were her feet, and as cunning was the rabbit heart within her, he was the hawk, he was the lion, and he was the hunter.

She felt his dark presence pierce her mind, just before his wicked claws pierced her back.

The ground rushed up to meet her, slender limbs useless as palms flew up to protect her face, the small herb-gathering dagger dropped in a useless glimmer of silver to the ground. An immense, impenetrable wall of muscle pinned her to her grave, and even as she opened her maw to loose another blood-chilling cry, her head was being wrenched back. Excruciating pain tore through her as the beast claimed those silky blood-red locks as his own, gave a violent lurch so as to dislodge them from her crown. It felt as if the top of her head was being torn right off, the burning, searing pain so intense that the cry died on her lips, never uttered as brilliant emerald eyes glazed with the knowing of finality.

As the wolf thrashed her head about, her face was battered against the earth, her rib-cage slowly being crushed by that weight. And just as black dots swarmed her eyes, just as the burning of her scalp felt like the fires of hell, the sharp impact of high-speed collision tossed her aside like a windblown leaf.

Alaine did not see her savior, not instantly. Instead, she lay still to the ground; a battered moth, feeble and listless where she lay. A cut high on her brow oozed blood, and it dripped in little crimson rivers down her face, blinding one eye. The sharp sting seemed to tug her complacent form back to reality, that hollow glaze flickering with the recognition of her still-beating heart, her still-breathing lungs. And, like she'd been drowning, the tender beauty suddenly drew in a sharp gasp of air, felt it flood through her body. Consciousness, sharp as a nail driven beneath her claws, slammed back into her mind, and suddenly a storm of emotions filled her again with life.

Her unseeing eyes blinked rapidly, one stained still with the thick copper trickle that polluted it. The other, though, saw the two tyrants in their deadly combat, and the heart beat that had drifted with lousy death now leaped up with the instinct of prey, the instinct of escape. She saw now not one terrible beast, but two, two ghastly creatures with flashing fangs that craved warm flesh. With silent agony, the young woman eased herself up to a sit, one ivory hand clutching at the horrible gash on her forehead. Blood swelled beneath her fingers, leaking through in smaller dribbles. Overcome with a wave of nausea and light-headedness, the collie-lady felt her body tremble weakly. It was impossible to measure the severity of her own injuries.

A glint of cold metal caught her glazed gaze. There, docile and still in the mesh of leaves and soil beneath it, was the small dagger. She leaned towards it, and felt the responding crackling of her body - Two, three, four broken ribs. The bloodstained hand that had grasped at her head now clutched at her side, the lash of agony forgotten in the surge of adrenaline that forced her other hand onward, till trembling fingers eased the cool handle into her palm.

Her one good eye fixed on the devil incarnate. The other aggressor, her soon-to-be-recognized savior, was forgotten - Words of old language streamed across her tongue in curses, pupils narrowing upon the mocha and gore-red hide of the beast. With a final burst of energy, she recoiled her arm, and threw the dagger with surprisingly good aim at the creature's side. The movement caused her broken ribs to exclaim loudly, and thus defeated, she folded upon herself with a soft moan.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 04-29-2010, 11:32 AM

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Well get on AIM Libri :|

There was a singular thought driving Gabriel; vengeance. He did not care for the woman he felt pass under him—a pale girl who fell from his sight as it narrowed to a tunnel. In his new world he was alone, and only shared this world with Haku. His shadow. His brother. The beast under him writhed like a sea serpent, and Gabriel let out a roar. His legs kicked against the monsters chest, scrambling to pull him upwards, against the sea of teeth. They snapped at him and ripped fur from his neck. Gabriel’s head whipped around, snapped wildly towards the face and sought to take those electric-blue eyes from his shadow.

Then his feet hit the ground. Gabriel could not seek to destroy the Secui wolf as he was, but there was no time to make a change. He feigned retreat, then lowered his head and ears and rushed in again. This time he did not aim for the face, but instead lurched forward and sank his teeth into the neck. Long limbs began clawing, seeking to pull himself onto the back of the hell spawn, to get high and out of reach and be able to destroy.

Haku Soul · 05-02-2010, 07:10 AM

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Could have worked, Alaine, but I chose against it, as Haku can't bee too injured when he is kicked out of Dahlia ;< And Mel, you're never on AIM when I am. I'll toss you a pm instead!

Dull wolf claws scratched against the monster’s barrel chest. Haku turned from the hybrid’s snapping face to the leg within reach and crushed down on it with jaws hungry to taste more of Gabriel’s flesh. The dark secui was actually infuriated by Gabriel’s inability to mind his own business. The Aquila’s time would come, but it was not due yet. Haku’s task was to ruin everything the doggish hybrid held dear before he was to separate the man’s head from his body and put him upon one of his own pikes. Not yet, but Gabriel could not understand this. Haku’s change of target had also been a move to protect his face and throat from Gabriel’s angry teeth, and he danced around with the Aquila lashing out on his thick neck armoured by arctic fur and flesh before the hybrid ripped himself lose, only to charge again.

The light sound of a knife dancing through the air was lost until it sped past where the secui’s form had been moments before. The secui was almost unable to resist the urge to return to the woman and rip through her body with his sharp, yellow fangs, but Gabriel had clear priority here. As Gabe caught hold of his neck, Haku’s teeth sought for the chest and lower part of the throat that would be exposed if he just managed to twist enough around. The Rosen’s entire body twisted as Gabriel’s limbs again attempted to climb, and he growled as the dull wolf claws shallowly ripped through the skin. The secui form was better that way; equipped with claws of a sharper calibre. Haku’s own paws reached out to drag the hybrid downwards and against the earth.

Alaine Winters · 05-06-2010, 03:28 AM

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ooc: no problem, libri :3 i really need to get aim :|
lame post, but there isn't much for me to do atm Tongue

Blood burned beneath her skin, sickly blue veins still vibrating with each pulse of an adrenaline-laden heart. And beneath her eye-lids that terrifying cobalt gaze was scorched, those soulless pupils that she knew would linger there for the rest of her life. One never forgot death re-incarnate, not when he'd come so close to shredding her apart, so close that she'd felt the cold air about his body, that she'd felt the wicked curve of each talon.

Alaine knew that her dagger had missed, and coiled over as she was, there was little, if anything, she could do to help the brawling caramel-pelted fool who dared take on Lucifer. And constantly, constantly, she waited for the sound of fatality to ring in her ears. Could she survive this? Would the sun rise tomorrow morn' and light her bones, bleaching in this very quiet graveyard of pines?

The sounds of mortal combat battered at her floppy collie ears, but broken as she was the young beauty did not, could not, respond. The blood river still trickled, albeit slower now. She rose one hand to swipe the stinging copper ooze from her blinded eye, felt it shake like a shallow breath against her heated forehead. But her hair, those lustrous tangles of sweet ruby and auburn, remained firmly rooted to the dull ache of her skull. No tears came, no swarms of emotion, just that delicious mental numbness that breached her from the terror screaming havoc beneath. In this surprisingly calm state, the healer was able to harness her consciousness, able to recognize still her crumpled body's need for escape.

With each movement grating against her broken ribs, the young beauty began to drag herself away from the battle, towards the trunk of a nearby sentinel pine. Her oiled cloak rustled over the dead leaves beneath, its bloody hue stark against the exposed paleness of her flesh.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 05-08-2010, 06:58 PM

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I figured this would be the only way to end it within both of our time lines working out, Libri.

A blade sung through the air, and Gabriel realized suddenly he was not alone. The woman hadn’t fled, not yet. Until she did, he was unable to flee for whatever morality still clung to him. Haku was a bear, ripping, tearing into his skin. The Aquila was weaker and would not win a fight like this, and he knew. Lord he knew. A frantic snarl ripped from his mouth as he felt his body begin to twist towards the ground, and he kicked wildly. One foot hit the ground, then the other. He had to move and move now.

Gabriel tore his skin free from the beast, drawing blood as he did so, and began to run once more. Except now there was much more on the line then a stranger. Deep breaths filled his lungs and forced him to run, forced him to weave wildly and try and lead the beast away and lose him. Though he was not a fox, Gabriel would do his best to lose the monster. Through streams, across sweet-scented bushes, whatever it was that would carry him out. God willing he would lose the bastard.

Haku Soul · 05-20-2010, 03:17 AM

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Super crappy post, but bldfjisdfds. I ADVISE ALAINE TO RUN WHILE THEY ARE GONE Big Grin

Fangs dug and claws tore, but the doggish male chose a second time to release and run. Snarling, the male shot after the earthen toned form of the Aquila, biting and snapping after the form—wanted to see the arrogant bastard run for his life. Fear was not a part of the Infernian’s trail, but both the hunter and now the hunted knew that if the predator caught hold of its prey then it would be over. Not instantly, but in this form Haku was the superior and Gabriel knew this. That was the sole reason why Haku after a while slowed down and turned to spurt back. Gabriel’s time had yet to come. There were few rules and most were made by the blue eyed beast himself, but there were no boundaries that kept him from the woman they had left behind. She would not be there when he returned, but he would track her until the Cour des Miracles borders blocked his path.

Alaine Winters · 05-28-2010, 10:27 PM

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ooc: OH SHE'S RUNNING :I thread ended? you two can continue if you want, but this will be Alaine's last post :3

The two tyrants seemed gauzy in her vision. All Alaine could hear was the pulse of her own blood, thick and potent, rushing like breath through her floppy mocha ears. The slender damsel moaned softly, but the sound was lost, no more than a sigh of leaves in the clashing war-sounds of the two afar. She didn't recognize instantly the moment she was alone, but one second the demons were there, and the next they were gone - the air was still rent with their presence, like a faded mimeograph playing slowly, the memory of sunlight dancing over two brown hides and droplets of sparkling ruby.

Instinct fueled her. On trembling legs, Alaine pulled herself up the tree, her blood staining the bark like spilled wine. Clutching at her broken ribs, the fragile beauty drew herself to a stand, and swayed delicately for a moment. The thick copper of her cloak tossed in a wind that wound cold fingers against her exposed flesh. Sharp emerald eyes bore into various pines, memory scrambling with sense of direction to determine in which way she should flee. The numbness of shock salved her stinging mind, and with a definitive air, she turned back to face the wind, let it caress her face with scents of home.

Assured, the wounded female began her agonizing trek back to the Chien Hotel. Somewhere far behind her, a monster with cobalt eyes would smell her blood, and perhaps remember her as being the one who got away.

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