It could be wrong [Halifax]

Ember Phoenix · 07-05-2010, 08:36 PM

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The sprawling city lay out before her like a welcome-mat. Ember had traversed the twisty streets of Halifax so many times and for so very many days in a row that she was now becoming quite familiar with the place. It was huge, almost too large for a newcomer to the city to brave, but the AniWayan was conquering it bit by bit. That was how one conquered something...one little piece at a time.

Dust blanketed Halifax, coming off the street in silver wisps as her paws touched down on the pavement. Everything here was old and dead, long gone, but for some reason Ember found that comforting. In AniWaya there was life abound; plants and animals everywhere, life everywhere. There was something about this place that made her feel comfortably empty in a sensory aspect.

Pale green eyes stared out at the street in front of her. The sun had gone down over the horizon hours earlier, but she didn't feel up to stopping just yet. Something drove her to walk farther into the city, deeper into the heart of the rusted, delapidated beast. She wore nothing this night besides her weapons-belt, which she took everywhere that she went. Three weapons sat strapped comfortably into the belt; a long knife, a small axe, and her sword.

The part of the city that she was approaching was very familiar to her, the area that Naniko had burned during her cocaine-induced tirade. She walked past bar after bar before finally finding one that wasn't quite as scorched as the others. Ember chose to kick in the door rather than risk the splinters, and the half-burnt door fell over beneath the weight of her foot.

After the dust settled a bit she could see that the place had hardly been touched. There was a bar area, yes, but it seemed like this was more of a club than anything...there was an area for dancing, restrooms, and a place back behind everything else that she could assume were more private rooms. It had been one of the more fancier places; the luperci popped her head into one of the back rooms to take a look around, and was surprised by how great everything looked.

Perhaps she would spend the night here tonight. Ember would need some rest before she looked around some more in the morning. Would she be able to sleep, though, without the sound of her son breathing? She hadn't spent a night away from him in a while, and even as she laid down on one of the beds in the back room she could feel the difference. Maybe a drink would do her some good...to calm her and help her sleep. It was a bar..they had to have at least one or two bottles left in the place. She rolled over and stood up, heading back to the front to look.

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Haku Soul · 07-06-2010, 03:29 AM

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The chocolate furred crow wandered soundlessly through the crumbling city of Halifax. Evening bloomed slowly with its dark horizon and the beast’s day began. He stalked the abandoned streets lined with the dead bars and nightclubs. There were fire liquid in most of these locations still, but the man had no thirst for pointless substances. There existed only one thing, and that was what drove this demonic creature on and on, and that was for the blood. The crimson life sang sweetly to him, and he was unable to resist its siren song. Another creature had passed through her very recently, and he reeled towards it, slowly walking in the Aniwayan’s cooling footsteps.

He was led into the darkening room of what probably once had been a night club. Now it was nothing more than a room that would never again see the life it had been designed to witness. Tonight, it would witness death. The Soul man’s hulking form hesitated just beyond the open doorway, sniffing at the quiet presence of a living. A sound—faint as anything, yet still sound—was heard from the depths of the structure, and the madman lifted his gaze just in time to see a darker form moving in the shadows, towards him. It was a woman. Though he once had known her, he did not any longer.

She was a victim and nothing more. Her luperci form held those delicious curves, and for now and a few moments more, he merely watched her, curious to see her reaction to his presence.

Ember Phoenix · 07-15-2010, 07:10 PM

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She should whack him with her sword then fix him up and BAM idk :3 maybe? XD

The place had a dank, musky smell to it...another creature's scent was easily recognized amongst the smell of mold and rotting wood. She turned, eyes trying to work in the darkness so that she could identify the other luperci. She could only see his outline, though, the moonlight behind him. His features were encompassed by darkness but something about his scent seemed vaguely familiar. Haku's smell had changed since his departure from Dahlia, becoming something different than what she would have recognized now.

"Uhh..hello?" She questioned, keeping one hand on Lightning's hilt. Ember was wary of this stranger, unsure about a wolf who would live in the old human city. How was he surviving here? Maybe he didn't live here, and just wandered. "D'you live here in the city?"

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Haku Soul · 07-22-2010, 09:56 AM

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Feel free to powerplay a bit in your next post Smile

He rarely went for an instant kill. He was curious, especially when her voice rose and asked the peculiar question if he lived here. Blue eyes observed the black woman in silence for a few moments. Could it be that Ember failed to recognize her old sub-leader? His name was well known by now, and so this was an unexpected surprise. He slipped into the dark building, moving towards her. Nostrils flared, but he believed that there existed a memory that earlier had stated that she was one of the leaders of Aniwaya now. When Haku Soul had seen her last, she had been a young, frail woman. She had been weak.

His hulking form hesitated as he drew near her. He gave a nod to acknowledge and answer the question she had served him. A low snarl was released from his form as electric blue eyes investigated the heavy sword in her possession. He wondered how well the woman could use it.

Ember Phoenix · 07-27-2010, 01:14 PM

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He came toward her quite suddenly, and her eyes widened. What had she done to invoke such a reaction from him? She had only asked a simple question! Ember didn't have to actually use her weapon very often and was hesitant about using it unless she really needed to. Maybe she could run away, or find some way to escape him or lock him up.

He lurched toward her and she pulled the weapon from its sheath, the sound of its distinct ringing filling the air. Ember held it up in front of her, swinging the blade so that the flat end of it was toward him. It wouldn't cut him too badly unless he moved very suddenly, only hopefully disable him for a bit. She didn't want to kill him or anything. She attempted to strike him over the head, bringing the weapon down hard against the side of his skull.

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Haku Soul · 08-02-2010, 08:32 AM

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Feel free to powerplay more! Smile

For once his move had not been one to destroy and kill, but the dark hued female did as most canines should have done when a murderer approached. She pulled the heavy weapon from its sheath and struck. Despite the situation, this was a move that came unexpected on him. Her movement was fast, and the blade connected with his mortal tissue. The weight behind the strike caused bright light to pass before the madman's eyes. She had struck him with the flat end, but his reflexes had allowed a part of the sword’s sharp edge to kiss the skin. Crimson tinted moisture slowly tickled down from the cut on the right side of his head. He found that balance had been taken from him, and so he stumbled and his body met the dirty floor.

Ember Phoenix · 08-11-2010, 06:04 AM

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I can't XD I hate powerplay so much. XD;; There, I did. ;__;

As soon as the first drop of blood hit the floor she felt remorse; she hadn't mean to cut him, only to disable him so that she might get out of the way. She'd thought that he had been trying to attack her. Ember went for one of the bottles toward the front of the bar, stepping back over his limp body and reaching for a dusty blanket from a chair in the corner of the room. She turned the bottle to allow some of the liquid to drip out slowly, dotting the cloth. She had Haku's body turned over with a few grunts of effort, the cloth pressed against the cut. She knew from experience that alcohol could do at least a little bit of good to cuts; she hadn't cleaned the blade in a while, and he would no doubt suffer some sort of an infection if the cut wasn't immediately taken care of.

The dark female leaned back when that was finished with. She was still hesitant, hand reaching for the hilt of the now-sheathed blade for reassurance. She would be okay. She wanted to be sure that he would, too. Pale green eyes examined him more carefully, fingers rubbing carefully over the large bump that had formed on his head from the impact of her blade. He'd have a headache, most definitely, once he woke. Who knew when that would be.

Whenever it was, however, she planned on questioning him. After a few minutes and a few drinks from the bottle, her mind formulated an idea. She'd have to tie him up. Then he wouldn't be able to hurt her even if he wanted to. She'd be safe. The luperci dragged the limp Haku up onto the bed, his head on the pillow, and put his hands up against the headboard. She'd seen rope outside somewhere along her way toward this building...she was there and back in a flash, using the rope to bind his wrists to the headboard of the bed. His feet dangled over the edge of the short bed and she chose to leave them as they were.

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Haku Soul · 08-23-2010, 02:02 PM

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this thread is weird.

His senses were not shut down by the heavy blow to his head, but his body succumbed to a temporary loss of control. Silence remained, and though burning blue flares remained hidden behind heavy lids, the darkness beyond did not slumber. Her move had seemed almost forced; apologetic. There was no more weight drumming down against his flesh, and he was intrigued. The demon knew that he was infamous both in name and appearance. He had openly slaughtered souls in these lands for so long now, and was therefore well known wherever he went. It was strange to know that Ember seemed unable to recognize the truth about the fallen monster before her feet.

When the body started to function for the dark mind again, the floor was found to be softer. Blue eyes opened and became a pair of narrow slits as he quickly let that terrible gaze wash over the changed scene. Cruel claws flexed and he realized that the woman had found the courage to attempt to tie him up. What the hell was this supposed to mean. His eyes closed again and his breath remained calm and unchanging. Could it really be that she did not know? He was intrigued, but found that he had little patience for games that he could not understand. What she should have done was to separate his head from the body and leave his cooling corpse behind. He would have done that to her without blinking, but this foolish move of hers made him plot differently.

He waited until he heard her shuffle and move again before he allowed her to detect that he was no longer unconscious. Eyes opened fully in pursuit of her green. ”I did not mean to frighten you,” he lied smoothly with a silky voice he believed he had lost long time ago.

Ember Phoenix · 08-23-2010, 05:45 PM

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Her belt fell down to the floor with a loud clunk, coming loose from her waist as she tied him up. She hadn't done a very good job (tying knots wasn't her forte), but she thought that she had him tied down pretty good. She sat down on the next bed over, still unsure if he had tried to attack her or if he'd just been stumbling forward, watching him carefully. Ember held an abnormally high amount of trust in wolves usually. She took a few drinks from the bottle that she had set down as she waited.

She realized that he was awake when he spoke. His voice was very even and non-threatening, and she stood up cautiously, putting the bottle back down. "I didn't know what ya were doing. Now that I have you in the light...been lookin' at ye for a while...I recognize you." She said. "Do you recognize me?"

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Haku Soul · 08-23-2010, 05:56 PM

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The scent of alcohol was foul as it rose to his sensitive nostrils. How long had it been since the burning liquid had burned its way down his throat? One year? Two? Years grinded silently beyond sealed lips, eager to rush after a much more appealing liquid with the beautiful colour of scarlet. Yet, he did not. Limbs flexed as he tested the knots that limited the possibility of tearing her to sheds with his claws. Force would eventually rip through everything, but he did not adore the idea of giving her any time to run away while he tore loose from the bonds. Ears perked as she spoke and his focus followed to the woman. She had put down the drink and she said that she recognized him. He wanted to bare those jagged knives lined up along his jaws then, but he resisted that urge with a silent promise that she would pay for what she had done soon enough.

It was strange to see her so calm if she knew who he was. The devil that glared out from those brilliantly blue painted orbs was not the same man that she had known. The madman had never known Ember Phoenix, but he was armed with memories and remembered that face, though it was different now. Perhaps the little, frail girl had finally grown up. Perhaps, but it would not aid her now. It would ultimately be up to her whether or not she would find death by his fangs. Destroying beauty was an art, and taking a life was not always needed in order to destroy a life. Destruction was all the monster knew now, and he wanted to show her hell. ”Why haven’t you killed me then?” He wondered, taking a soundless breath of air before allowing her name to roll over his tongue. ”Ember.”

Ember Phoenix · 08-23-2010, 06:06 PM

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She watched him evenly, picking the bottle back up for another few swigs. Why hadn't she killed him yet? She had no reason to kill him; Ember had stayed out of many conflicts and no longer cared what other packs did...she cared about AniWaya and, occasionally Phoenix Valley. The only one that mattered to her in Crimson Dreams was her brother, and even then she didn't see him often enough to know if he was alive or dead half the time anyway. She didn't know much of what Haku had done or why he was out in the city.

The AniWaya wiped her mouth off with her arm, tilting her head in interest as he spoke. "Why would I need to kill someone who I don't fear? I have no reason to" Death was a little extreme, she felt. But then, she didn't know about the things that he had done to her packmate...or why he was no longer the leader in Dahlia de Mai. She came a little closer, eyebrow raised. "What is it about you that should scare me?" She asked mockingly, looking at his bound wrists.

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Haku Soul · 08-23-2010, 06:14 PM

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Her reply surprised him, though his features remained impassive and hid this simple little thing. He peered at her, the corners of his lips slowly stretching into a halfhearted smile, though not a warm one by any means. No reason to? He was the famous monster murdering children and raping women. Ignorance could often be bliss, but this was dangerous. For her. He could easily play along with this, intrigued and interested in seeing where this would lead before he was to destroy her. Yes, the cruel man decided. Time was wearing thin, but there was still immerse amounts of it. He would know when the final corns in the time glass were about to fall and drag him down into the fiery pits of his maker.

”No reason then, I suppose.” the scarred male stated calmly. Rumors made him a fearsome creature and they did not lie. However, if she was blank about the wars and the extent of his known sins then he could play some with her first. Yes, Haku liked to play with his prey. The man’s secui paws flexed slightly as if to redirect her eyes to his limbs. ”Do you think it is necessary to keep me tied up like this?” he smoothly asked, tilting his head innocently and smiling at her, his scarred face lacking the masculine beauty it had possessed two years ago when she had been a mere girl; a young worthless member of Dahlia and his minion.

Ember Phoenix · 08-23-2010, 06:24 PM

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She was foolish for not having learned more, for not leaving AniWaya. Ember took her job very seriously, yes, but she had forgotten one of the main duties of that job...pack relations. Had she gone up to Dahlia de Mai, she would have learned of the things that Haku had done. Had she spoken with Tayui lately, she would have know what had happened to her packmate. She had kept to herself for a while, simply doing her day to day duties, following the same routine.

Haku requested to be untied and she saw no reason why not to untie him. He wasn't struggling or trying to get at her...and he seemed very calm. The drink was beginning to affect her just a little bit, making her blink and have to concentrate to keep her balance a little as she stood up. Ember reached for the rope, beginning to unravel first one knot, then the other.

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Haku Soul · 08-23-2010, 06:34 PM

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The alcohol’s treacherous infection was detected by an observant blue gaze as the woman stood up to obediently start to untie the knots. He remained calm as she untied first one paw, then the other. He allowed her form to retreat a little bit away before he started to move, slowly rising up on all four paws and turning to the black woman; his head still tilted in an almost innocent, curious manner. There was nothing innocent about him, but obviously he still knew how to pretend to possess even a shred of peace within him. War raged mercilessly on within the devilish creature, but the surface remained calm, though black and dangerous like the monster lurking beneath.

That was it, then. Muscles contracted and he lunged for her, claws and teeth ready to dig into her flesh, though he did not intend to mortally wound. No, he would not destroy the body. It was her mind and soul that he wanted to tear apart. His grin no longer disguised his decaying set of jaws, and there was madness within his burning blue eyes. There would be no absolution for this woman. Not for any of them. Hell was all that awaited them in the end. He would show her a taste of it right here, right now.

Ember Phoenix · 08-23-2010, 06:44 PM

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He sprung before she had the chance to do anything. Think, react, rethink, re-react. Nothing. She fell to the floor with his full weight on top of her and felt a few things crack inside of her chest. Had he broken her ribs?! Pain spread through her torso from the area that had cracked, numbing her momentarily and dampening her will to immediately fight back. She tried to get her arms free but found them pinned, one twisted beneath her, the other held by the demon.

She didn't have time to think about how stupid she was to have untied the knots or how stupid she had been to be taking drinks from that bottle. Ember had always thought that such a thing would never happen to her, could never happen to her. She was a warrior, she could fight. She struggled, trying to lift her head so that she might bite, if she couldn't scratch or pinch. Her weapons-belt lay a few inches from her reach...but it may as well have been miles.

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