Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 21, 2007 0:07:40 GMT -5
A quiet evening stayed undisturbed by the shadow that swept through it, the earth hardly quivering at the gentle footsteps. Almost the only hint of the swift passing was the silence that came after it, as the birds noted its presence and hushed themselves or sang out a warning. Yet the creature did not choose its path cautiously, for it moved with all the speed it could muster, running smoothly and easily leaping or dodging what obstacles appeared before it. Mist followed its passage, gingerly swirling it slow tendrils that eased themselves like messengers of ill omen, come too late to voice their warning.
He, for male it was, slowed his steps upon the sound he had been searching for. It proved no small comfort to his ears when a horse broke ithe silence with thundering hooves. The rider was coming quickly and with hardly a care for the horse that carried it so bravely. The winged being, with a smile of pure relief, though hardly visible in the dark, spread said appendages and launched himself towards the road he had discovered. The crack of his wings was loud in the shadowy stillness and their ensuing creaks and swishes seemed whispers in comparison. It was but a matter of moments ere he reached the pebbled path and saw the distant figure growing steadily larger.
He pulled himself around with a curving wing and circled tightly to land with grace upon the hard packed ground. "Stay a moment traveler, I have a favor to ask if you would only be so kind as to grant it." The man, held up his hands in plea and his strong, rich voice rang with the urgency of his message, though it gave no sign of the fast pace and many miles he had run to reach this place. His breathing was only slightly quickened, and he stood steady as the horse bore down on him, his eyes glinting in the quarter moon's pale light, oddly reminiscent of a night predator's glowing gaze.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 21, 2007 3:11:35 GMT -5
He runs through the forest as silent as possible and as fast as possible. He weaves through the forest withought a problem. He keeps running through the forest and then stops, a dead halt kinda stop. He stops runninf but he continues to move and realises that he is sliding. He then jumps into the air and grabs a branch and sits on it for a few moments. He can smell blood in the air, although it is kinda a weak sent but he can smell it none the less.
He sits there trying to figure out where the smell is coming from and when he does he jumps from the branch and heads to that way. The nights air is cold, so cold that he wants to slow down his current speed. He lands on another branch and said," Man! its cold tonight." He then creates a small flame in his hand and uses that to kinda warm himself.
The smell of blood is way stronger now. It smelled like it was a humans blood but he wasnt able to tell, he is too cold to be able to tell for shure. He was woundering where his coat is but that only kept him busy for only a few seconds. He reaches for his sword and tries to pull it out of his sheath and it wouldnt budge and he said," just like I thought."
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 21, 2007 16:08:28 GMT -5
The rider didn't even pause to listen, such was his fright and urgent need to be elsewhere. Instead, he spurred the horse on faster and Skala would have been trampled had he not thrown himself to the side not a moment too soon. He growled out a curse, pushing himself back to his feet. He had his wings spread and was a in the act of leaping skyward when a voice floated to his ears. He whirled, longknife leaping into his hand as he dropped into a fighter's crouch, tucking in his wings to keep their membrane safe from being torn.
He saw nothing untoward, but Skala knew he had heard a voice. His eyes flashed as he turned them upward a moment and his fingers grew sticky, attaching themselves to the knife's hilt as the blood on them dried. "Who is there? Show yourself, I have not the time to hunt for you." He pitched his voice low, but not quiet, if another was indeed near, he, or she, would hear it. Worry was beggining to tear away rational thought the longer this was taking, Skala needed to find help soon or his friend might die, and he had no wish for such a thing to happen.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 21, 2007 16:57:42 GMT -5
Still in the tree shivering from the cold he now smells the blood even stronger than before. he hears a voice but he doesnt know who it is so he doesnt reaspond to the person, besides they could be a hunter hunting for ye. He trys to draw his 9 inch dagger but the dagger is frozen in the sheath and he said," dang," he moves his right hand over to the sheath and the ice melts away and he is able to draw the dagger. The f*gger has a silver blade and the handle has a crome design on it.
He thrusts the dagger into the tree that he is sitting on and he holds the handle of the blade and leans over to look below him on the ground, and he see's nothing below him. His wings surround him to try to keep on some more heat but he seems to be getting colder by the minute.
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 21, 2007 17:11:47 GMT -5
Shaking his head at his own folly, Skala sheathed the knife telling himself that he was ten kinds of fool, but it might be his chance to get help for his friend. "Will you come out now?" He straightens from his crouch and holds himself with dignity, despite the blood splattered across his naked chest and arms.
((sorry its short, my mind went blank))
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 21, 2007 17:18:51 GMT -5
He hears the person talking but he feels like its a trap, he pulls out 3 daggers and flicks one behind him at the person who is trying to get my attention but he feels like this is a trap.
He speaks to himself in a low voice saying," I cant come out to a person who I dont even know." He throws another dagger at the person and yelled out," Who are you?"
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 21, 2007 22:54:45 GMT -5
A quiet rasp of metal being drawn along with the hissing whir of motion was all the warning he needed. Twisting to the side, he felt the wind of its passing as the knife sped by and barely avoided the next one that was flung at him, followed by a loud voice. "I am Skala." He replied evenly, there was still no uncertainty in his tones nor did his voice reveal any fear he felt, for himself or otherwise. "And I've no wish to harm you, nor to stay and bandy words. Unless you've knowledge of healing or where a healer might be found?" He raised his hands in supplication, facing the direction the voice had come from and searching the branches and sky for its source.
Skala had no wish to kill another person that night, nor did he wish to be killed himself, but he had a task to complete and whoever this was, he was making it quite difficult to do so.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 21, 2007 23:20:05 GMT -5
In a low voice he said," Scared Jutjutsu, Shadow clone," and while he was saying that 5 clones of himself appeared and he made them surround the person below by staying in the trees around the guy. he drew four more daggers and said," Im not a healer but I need a healeer myself," and he moves his wings out of the way of his side and looked at the wound in his side and said to himself," Its getting worse."
He throws another dagger at the person but this dagger whistles as it goes down and as it goes twards its target the other clones throw there daggers at the person as well. He takes his rifle and turns around slightly to face the person and looks down the scope and cant tell who it is or what it is and he said," Dont move." He jumps from the tree and he lands silently and maintains his aim at the person. Its totally dark outside so its difficult to see so he looks down the scope and can see due to the infared.
The wind blows realy hard and causes him a great deal of pain and he falls to the ground screaming in agony and fires off a few rounds in the air by accident. The pain is stronger than before and he cant ignore it. He gets up, still in pain his eyes have turned green and it's highly noticable. He slowly walks over to the person and it seems to take himself forever. With every step he took he was getting colder. He was almost 15 feet away from the person before he collasped and fell unconscious. He was so cold, he wanted to be near some kind of heat... a Big fire sounded nice. He had no shirt on so he was colder than if he was to wear a shirt. He has a 8-pack abs and his whole side had series of cuts. His wings began to fold over him without him even making them do so. The rifle has been seperated from him when he fell.
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 22, 2007 21:58:35 GMT -5
As the shadows rose around him, Skala circled. He knew that these were not creatures of flesh and blood and therefore, while it was likely they could be destroyed it would not be with death. The voice and the situation he found himself in, gave Skala every reason to doubt his own sanity, not that it would have changed the circumstances... At the whistling movement, he automaticallythrew his arm up, and, with instinctive speed, closed his fingers about the hilt of the thrown dagger.
The action saved him from a certain death as five more flew towards him. One struck his forearm and other grazed his throat while two more passed too close for comfort. The last he deflected, more by chance than his own skill, with the blade of the first. He grimly relaxed his arm muscles before forcing himself to pull out the own dagger that had managed to embed itself within his flesh. Fresh blood splashed the road. Cursing his stupidity, Skala froze when commanded, though the stalemate didn't last long.
He flinched at the unnaturally loud bursts of noise that the long thing produced, never having seen such a thing before, but remained still as the winged man approached him. Skala could see quite clearly in the night shadows, for they were whee he was built to live. It took him a moment to register the new turn of events and he made a quick decision. Bending, he gathered the still form in hisd arms, wincing as the pain of his wounds lanced through him, and then, spreading his wings, he leapt skyward, beating them strongly upward.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 23, 2007 18:35:20 GMT -5
The flaping of the wings woke him and when he did wake up he woke up in a devastating mood. He formed fire in his hands and threw one of the fire balls into the air to illuminate the air above him. His eyes couldnt adjust to the night so he had to impravise. He made his eyes change colors. He made his eyes go from the baby blue to the candy green color and he could see perfectly but while he was doing this anyone is able to see his eyes due to the fact that they are glowing. In a low voice he then said," there you are," and he takes the last fireball he had and threw it at the person and could have thought that he hit him.
He franticly searches the ground below him for his weapon and eventulaly found his weapon. He searches the sky for the person but couldnt find him. He falls onto the ground on his back and then said in a low voice," Laura..." He fells asleep again but this time his wounds where worse than before, they where bleeding like crazy. He needed care and he didnt get it, he would probably die.
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Jan 24, 2007 20:22:10 GMT -5
Fire! Skala growled at the burst of light that appeared behind him, this man was just too persistant. Spinning, he circled, watching the movements and by chance, was in the perfect position when the fireball came hurtling towards him. He tucked in his wings and dropped, the cold wind icy against his new injuries. He had not gone far when the man woke up, so now he ran back, having little hope by now to find a healer in time.
He found the figure lying flat on his back, breathing steadily, though his heart was beating erratically. Now angered flared in him as he stared down at this troublemaker. With a surge of motion, Skala plunged the knife he still held deep into the soil by the man's neck. Even as mad as he was, he could not bring himself to kill in cold blood, instead, he left the knife as a warning and took up his path, running easily with long strides, though his breath came in gasps between each fresh burst of pain.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Jan 24, 2007 21:19:18 GMT -5
He woke up several hours later and as he woke up he noticed the blade by his throat and said in a low voice," is this one of my daggers?" Slowly he reaches to grab it but as he does the handle of the blade shocks him and he's forced to leave it where it is at. He stood up and looked at his side and noticed that his wounds have iced over, the blood marks have frozen solid and he knew that if he ruptured them that it would hurt very badly and that he would be bleading again.
He brought the rifle to his side and pulled out the magizene and exzamined the clip and said," empty," and placed the clip back into the rifle and threw the rifle onto the ground. He slowly started walking forward and his side was in serious pain again and he then said," I have not the luxery to not feel pain, that sucks." He continues to walk but every step seems to cause more pain and the more pain make him just wanna set the whole place afire in an instant.
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Feb 1, 2007 18:57:57 GMT -5
The thunder of hooves grew louder as the distance closed between the ice coated man and Skala. He himself was running beside the horse, directing the rider as he went. However, it was not long before he called a halt, pointing to the figure up ahead. "There is the one who attacked me. Perhaps it would be wise if we turned from the road now. I will lead you from the air." His companion nodded slowly and reined the horse's head harshly to the side before kicking it into running once more.
Skala shot one last look at the man, still incredibly confused by his actions, before he sprang upward, taking the lead. He shouted down a warning of dangerous obstacles and kept himself busy by scouting ahead.
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Post by heavyweaponsmaster on Feb 2, 2007 20:43:29 GMT -5
Slowly, he raises the rifle up twards shoulder level and looked at the rifle and said," where am I?" Shortly after he tosses the rifle onto the ground and began to fly in the air, following the person ahead of him. His body going cold and numb, as if frozen... he forces his body to go further on. He knows that he will pass out again but he also knows that he needs someboody's help. If he doesnt get help soon the demon within-side him will take over again.
His body feels as cold as ice to him but he forces on through the cold and the pain and yelled out," wait!" But his words only came out as shreaks, for he knew that his voice is gone.
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Nemaisare
Warrior Hunter
The farther you are from the edge of reality, the closer you are to my world.
Posts: 157
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Post by Nemaisare on Feb 3, 2007 22:46:52 GMT -5
He cursed as another pair of wings could be heard beating the air, but when the shriek sounded, he swung himself around so quickly he almost fell from the sky. Catching himself, Skala gestured for the other man to continue and, though he did not realize, did as he was bid by his unknown follower. "What is it you wish from me?" He did not speak very loudly and he was beyond the hearing of the other flyer, there was no fear for himself as he circled tightly in place, but Skala was gravely worried about his friend, who, as far as he knew, might have died by now.
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