Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Sept 21, 2009 22:12:42 GMT 10
Her heart thudded dangerously. The sound was overwhelming, fear burned through her every fiber. Making her body overload with a terrifying weight, that pushed her down. Having more of an effect than the binds that tightly wrapped around her wrists behind her back. Cutting into her skin, making her believe it were fragile. Not the skin that belonged to a vampire. Half vampire She reminded her unfocused mind. Peering through her long dark lashes, violet shinning out dull. Inspecting the claustrophobic white room she had woken up too, yet again. The view wasn't pleasant, rightfully boring for her tastes but she wasn't here on her own free will. Isabella supposed they didn't know she liked purple better. Didn't care. Than again, anyone would begin to despise any colour, if they were forcefully made to look at it all the time. The white, she suspected was meant to calm her, give her a clear sense of mind. But it didn't, if anything it made the terror all the more real. Having to believe that yet again the room wasn't going away, simply because she thought it was still a nightmare. Looking inside her visions, that showed only death and sorrow. Warnings of the future covered with thick black clouds. It was almost funny, that when she did manage to fall asleep, the visions left her in peace, only to eventually awake to white.
Everything was becoming increasing difficult. Her hands no longer twitched with longing. Longing, to be elsewhere, longing to brush away a stray hair from her face. Longing to carefully drag herself towards the food they sometimes brought when she was asleep. Only to throw it, along with the tray into the wall. To make it another colour other than the plain white that was slowly driving her insane. After a couple of hours, or was it days? Isabella had figured out the true purpose of the room. She knew what it did, how it effected the victim inside it. Pain, physical or mental she could deal with. She could fight torture. But how could she fight this room? There was nothing to fight against. No torturer here. Only the sheer and complete white nothingness of the room. There was nothing to see, nothing to touch. There wasn’t even any kind of sound, because the room swallowed any sounds instead of breaking and reflecting it.
Here, she was all alone. Though it wasn’t the loneliness that got to her. After all she grew up practically alone, she was really, really grateful to be alone. No, it came back to the sheer nothingness of the room. Left on her own, maybe a few visitors, that she never got the chance to glance at. And the binds that held her stubborn wrists into place. She didn't know why she was bind anyhow. It only tended to make her displeased. Sleep only proved to disoriented her more, not knowing where she was made her utterly helpless towards herself. Besides she couldn't even move from this room. She had tried to escape. She had failed, the walls never betraying the hidden door. Isabella knew that at least one of them, the qualified killers were magic. She had felt the tentacles of their tainted magic seep into every inch of the room. Probably some kind of old magic. Non-human magic, for vampires had a nasty habit of making that become void. These Assassins had a plan Isabella knew all to well. She was gripping onto the believe that it wouldn't come to play. Were they really so foolish? She was disposable. Danny would not come. Isabella didn't want him too. He wouldn't want to. Not after what she did, not after everything. Isabella hoped for his sake and everyone elses, he chose not too. Because what ever happened here, was nothing compared to what they would do to Danny.
Isabella took a deep, steadying breath. The pain in her wrists ricocheted, but it faded out to a dull throb. The sickening, intense burning in her throat, making up most of the agony. Isabella knew deep down, she didn't want to be here no more. The little child she once was, that she thought long ago gone, was now raging inside. Feeling the panic come closer to the surface, Isabella began to think about her loved ones, her family and friends. She pressed her eyes closed and pretended to be at home, with Lelouch's smiling face. It was her only defense. And even while she let her mind sink into that dream world again, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to protect her. Because she refused to give in. She refused to flee into insanity, no matter how tempting it was. She would not let her captor win. She would not. Yet, she feared she had already, by getting captured in the first place.
The tears fell, her face one of a little girl who longed for something other than the room she was in. Shaking her head violently, Isabella so badly wanted to hold her face with her hands. To hide away her display of an absolute breakdown. The silence, her only comfort beside her own sounds. Which died out too soon to become anything recognizable. The room making sure of this. Her forceful pushing on the binds continued to do nothing. This time her hands slacked on their own, without her own control. Leaving her with the feeling of numbness, unable to move her hands. Her fingers could of very well belonged to someone else. They disobeyed her attempts to move them. Remaining still. A cry passed through her lips, while her face crunched up in pain. That was when she smelt it, the tainted liquid, blood. She could feel it trickled down from her wrist. Still the binds didn't budge, it didn't matter anyway. Her hands refused to move. She couldn't see that far past her shoulder to look at them. The smell though, that brought back the attention of her hunger. Making her want to tear at her own hair, as her body began to tremble. Isabella tensed her jaw, teeth biting down hard against teeth. Until she couldn't feel them anymore.
Isabella had never felt so hungry before. Her body demanding she feed it, warning her that she would die of starvation if she continued on her hunger strike. The tray of food seemed to be glowing. As if it could read her hazy mind. Isabella knew she would give in, if only she was strong enough to reach out and take the offered food. She let a small smirk of victory emerged onto her lips. She had let herself become too weak, so she couldn't even betray herself in the end. Because they needed me as bait, and dead bait was nothing. Isabella thought, curling her toes. Before her face contorted into anger. Wondering when her stubborn body will just give up already. She grew tired of trying to count the days until her death.
While trying to calm herself, Isabella's body slacked, her stinging eyes rolled back and the darkness took hold of her once again. The exhaustion and lingering pain getting to her. Her body shutting down to preserve its life. For she was a vampire, a predator by nature. It was unwilling to just die. It would hold on longer than the mind of it's host would. No matter the will of the host. Control was nothing, when a vampire was forced to starve.
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Lanor Leroye
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Post by Lanor Leroye on Sept 22, 2009 17:41:03 GMT 10
Time, it seemed to pass by slowly at times when they had to wait. Then quickly when they rushed about. Trying desperately to avoid the massive sinking feeling they felt. When they thought about how long Isabella had been missing for. It seemed liked the weeks gone past have equaled up to months. Months without her, mouths with Lelouch terrified that his only family could be was gone, for good.
It had been 8 weeks, realistically everyone knew she was still alive. Though, that didn't stop the worry that showed on every face. It didn't stop them thinking she may be. Or the fact that Isabella could be in such bad shape, that it would be better if she were dead. Lanor knew she was strong, had been through a lot in her short span of living on the earth. Even so, Isabella was a vampire and he very much doubted they feed her what she needed. If she choose to take it.
Tugging at the map in his lap, Lanor frowned. The area in which they were in was hidden from view. The forest surrounding them, making for a good surveillance zone blackout. The others, that had decided to help, were currently observing the prison just outside the forest. Danny was... Lanor shook his head. Lanor didn't know where Danny was. He had taken off as soon as he had got the letter. Obviously a trap, although Lanor knew Danny would never let Isabella just die. It just wasn't who he was.
Looking up at the centuries old prison, Lanor shuttered. Feeling the magic creep throughout his body. Old, dark and very, powerful magic resided here. The build up of magic through the years, that consisted of torture, captivity and death. He didn't know how Evie could even state that it was electrifying. Then again, Lanor wasn't that in tune to his magic as she was. Neither were the others. Evie was currently locating Isabella by her magic. 'A simple bit of magic' was what Evie said. Yeah right, Lanor had yet to see her preform any type of magic. He knew it was more complicated than what she was letting on.
Loki and Lelouch, seemed to avoid the talking aspect, rather happy with wanting to move on. Wanting to find Isabella. Lanor was too, he needed to find Danny before he found Isabella, though. Danny knew the assassins, and therefore knew how to get around them. Lanor could try, but it would be less messy if they had Danny.
Pushing a hand through his hair, that had become awfully ruffled, from the lack of care these days. Lanor stood, his dark cloak falling around him as he did so. It had been a rough few weeks and without Danny it was almost unbearable. Lanor just hoped they met up soon, he didn't want to face the possibility that he could lose him to the assassins.
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Frank
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Post by Frank on Sept 22, 2009 19:17:39 GMT 10
In the depths of the prison, a pair of glowing green eyes were the only light. Full of determination and anger, they moved through the darkness. Danny was completely silent, not that it was hard. The combination of his 'condition' and his training ensured that he could move without making a noise. It would have made him laugh in any other situation, that he was using what they had taught him against them. Just like he had so many years ago. Then he had been running from them, now he was seeking them. It was a deadly risk for him to be sneaking in here right beneath their noses, but the danger didn't register with him. He had spent the past days.....weeks?.... he didn't know...... searching for this place. A sort of detachment had overtaken him in his determination to find Isabella. He hadn't fed, hadn't rested. If Lanor had left him human, he'd be as good as dead right now. Everything felt irrelavent now.
Part of him knew that Lanor would have followed him here, that he wouldn't of let Danny face this on his own. That part of him was terrified, this place was dangerous, dangerous in ways that Lanor didn't know about. He wouldn't survive here. But he pushed that knowledge, those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to find Bella. Had to.
His sword was tightly in his hand, raised slightly in front of his body. Each and every muscle in his body was tense. His sense were sharpened. Carefully, he took another step into the darkness.
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Alec Valosi
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Post by Alec Valosi on Sept 28, 2009 18:01:32 GMT 10
Alec watched her, as she laid unconscious on the white floor. He could hear her little heart beat, struggling to maintain the repetitive thudding from the lack of blood. Her dark hair surrounding her tiny form like a halo. Making her appear, somewhat, like a fallen angel. Alec had been, at first, uncomfortable with the plans made. The constant memories that had flashed in his mind, when he first peered at her. The situation was out of his hands though, he was nothing but an assassin, and he quite liked being one. For now. Free blood was much easier to get this way. It suited his lifestyle. Even though he had wanted to talk to her, had wanted to ask how she survived the clan's destruction. Hatred was the first emotion that had filled him, he was jealous that she had survived, for that meant that he wasn't told. He had started a whole new life, alone, trying to rebuild his life. Yet, she the half human, survived when his parents didn't. Alec didn't dare think about how she was very close to him once. That perhaps she deserved to give an explanation, he was sure he wouldn't be given one. Even if he was the traitor, he had his reasons. He didn't dare inform his fellow assassins about their connection. It could possibly ruin the mission.
That would put a dint in the plans, it had already did his own. Alec was already going to wait till she regained consciousness. The first thing he wanted to know is whether she remembered him or not. It was a wonderful opportunity to see recognition in her eyes, then Danny's. And once she was dead, Danny would be too. The world was funny like that. He knew both in childhood. He knew what to use against them to make them talk, make them beg and make them bleed. It was the choice of whether he wanted to use this or not.
Taking a few, silent steps forward. Alec's lips curled upwards, smiling. Isabella had been untouchable once. Now, she was beaten and if the smell was anything to go by, had been bleeding. They had come a long way from when they were younger. If anyone had dared touch her, Evalyn, Isabella's mother, would of ripped them apart. Now the girl couldn't even keep herself out of trouble. Mixing in with assassins was bad. Danny should of known better than to involve anyone and Alec was going to have fun rubbing it into his face.
Right now, Alec was going to have fun messing with Isabella. He was sure Danny would turn up, it had been more than 8 weeks since they had taken her. One thing he remembered about Danny, was that he never liked others dieing because of him. Oh, this is going to be fun...
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Sept 28, 2009 22:27:03 GMT 10
It was amazing, the night time. The dark couldn't penetrate her sensitive eyes. She could gaze at the dark forever without a nasty comment about it being too bright. It wasn't hurtful and it even provided you with the idea that you could sleep peacefully. The light never did that, not to Isabella. The brightness only ever made the pain come. Signing, Isabella closed her violet coloured eyes.
When she opened then, she tired to stay calm. Her instincts, however tired they were, told her she was still in the white room. Blinking rapidly, Isabella's vision spun. The rawring of fire in her throat, making itself known as her mind tired to catch up. Being disorientated wasn't fun, Isabella wondered if she would ever just die. She had not known she could last this long. And she defiantly wished she had not found out this way. The hunger had become worse, Isabella just tried to not care anymore. If she got her hands on blood she would take it. Human, non-human, she didn't care, she was desperate. Maybe, just maybe it was the thirst thinking, but she never wanted to feel like this again. Constantly, like suffocating would be for humans, but extremely worse.
The agony was her human heart, it barely beat, and with each beat blood flowed. Yet, this blood felt like it were acid. Running through her veins, destroying her from the inside, like poison. Leaning up, Isabella let her back lean against the patted white wall. Her eyes catching the flecks of dried blood around her. Then the figure, standing inside the cell. Being too tired to notice anything beyond that, Isabella let out a breath. As if she needed too. Her eyes going towards the man's face. To the man's dark brown eyes. Isabella would of dismissed the thoughts running in her mind. She already knew she was probably way over crazy. Although, recognition lit up her violet eyes. Her mouth began moving before she could stop herself.
"Alec...?" It was barely a whisper, the softest sound. Perhaps a little raspy. Almost getting stuck inside her throat. Isabella didn't know it, but she moved forwards. Her body trembling, with the effort. She didn't care, nor notice, as her eyes stayed glued onto the figure's face.
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Alec Valosi
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Post by Alec Valosi on Oct 4, 2009 17:25:31 GMT 10
Alec's smile increased, as he took a few casual steps forward. His right hand reaching for the dagger attached to his hip. For comfort, than anything else. He left his hand there, not yet needing it. The brown eyes that inspected her, didn't change from the cold, solid look they possessed. The sweet sound of his name coming from her lips, was all he needed to know she remembered. She knew who he was, and he detected she was surprised. Alec narrowed his eyes, of course. She had thought him dead. Well, big surprise. He had thought the same way about her.
"Long time, Bella." Alec replied, relatively calm. "Not under the best circumstances, but we do what we have too, to survive. Right?" He continued, his voice gaining a nasty tone. His left hand curling up into a fist, as he contained his rage. He felt betrayed by her, she wasn't meant to be alive. She was suppose to have burned with the rest of the clan, but here she was. Alive. Under any other situation, Alec would of already killed her. But she was the link between the clan and himself. She made him remember his deeds, and why he held the mark of a traitor on his back.
Still, she was just bait. Alec could already sense the unfamiliar sounds of someone else in the prison. The footsteps light, the way someone would step if they didn't want to be caught. Alec wondered if it were Danny. Casting a look at the door, Alec made a hand gesture towards Dmetri. Signaling that the prison had company. Then turning his eyes back onto Isabella.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Oct 4, 2009 18:28:00 GMT 10
Isabella trembled, her eyes connecting with Alec's brown ones. She couldn't stop the sharp pain from running through her, as her mind fought to stay conscious. Memories of long ago, whispered to her. Making the tiniest bit of wonder vanish, in a rush of anger. As she collected strength in this, her violet eyes gaining in colour. Piercing Alec with them. Isabella didn't know why, or how he was here. His words made her understand more than anything. He wasn't her friend at this moment, he was with them. He was an assassin, and overall, this brought fear into her heart.
"...To survive? Is that your reason? You turned yourself traitor so you could survive." Isabella growled out, "Everyone else died Alec! My mother, my father. But worse, your parents..." Isabella spat out, her fangs lengthening in size. Unleashed with her anger.
Isabella had known about his actions, a traitor. She had wanted him dead, the amount of people that died because of him, was sickening. Just because he wanted to survive. He would of anyway, he just wanted power. Isabella had always known him to be like that, still, she had hoped he would find another path. Redeem himself. It was just not meant to be, she knew now, the longer she looked at him. Not even her visions showed her this, it was something unexpected. The missing piece that could of saved all this from happening, because Alec had always been a blank spot in her visions. Closing her eyes, Isabella slowed her heart, making it beat dangerously slow. She could feel her most primal instinct coming forward. Dominating.
To kill, rip, tear.
To make a river in the darkest of blood. And most of all feed, till everyone ran dry, till eternity was nothing but dust.
Isabella could feel the burn deepening inside. Her eyes began stinging, as she welcomed the dark red mixing with violet. She knew Alec would kill her before she tried anything. Isabella also knew that she would rip out his neck and drink him dry, if she managed to cut loose. No matter that he was a vampire, and that she would detest herself afterward. Isabella wasn't in control anymore.
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Loki Shadowmancer
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Post by Loki Shadowmancer on Oct 15, 2009 11:46:05 GMT 10
Loki stood facing the ancient prison, her chin raised and eyes focused on the place where she knew Isabella to be held. She looked almost like a finely crafted statue, except for the fact that a soft breeze was ruffling her silver hair. Though the peaceful exterior did not match the tumultous interior. She was worried for Isabella, her calm resolve finally broken. She knew the full extent of the danger, and that Isabella was not alone....
Quietly, she turned to Lanor. Dissmissively, she glanced at the map then turned her eyes to the vampiric youth. He looked terrible. Worried. She felt sorry for him, to fear for the lives of those close to you... 'You can worry a little less, young one.' Loki's voice was melodic and soothing 'Frank, he is in there. So is Isabella.....' She had caught the scent of the two on the air, recognised them immediately. But there was someone else.... 'There is another, who's scent I recognise.... but I cannot place them.' A worried expression crossed her face for a moment. This was unlike her. But she hid her worry quickly, not wanting to excite Lanor anymore.
She looked around at the others. They were a mixture of worried expressions and hidden fears. 'Come, there is no use in waiting here any longer. They are inside, and I am fearful of Isabella's condition if we leave her there for even a minute more'
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Alec Valosi
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Post by Alec Valosi on Oct 16, 2009 13:02:41 GMT 10
The slightest change happened in Alec's facial appearance, as he processed Isabella's words. A slight tick of his eyebrow, and a crazed look fell onto his face. His body already moving, his hands taking hold of Isabella form, his hold tight as his anger intensified. Before his face shifted, to a deadly calm.
"Don't talk as if you don't understand." Alec said angrily, his dagger out, as he leaned it's edge towards Isabella's neck. The blade glowing with vampiric magic.
"You had it all. You... a half breed, we couldn't touch you then. But now, I can." Alec demonstrated this by cutting into her sensitive flesh, and watched as her blood leaked out slowly. The mixed scent of human and vampire entwined perfectly.
"I never meant for my parents to die... But, in a war, there are casualties. As you know well." Alec added. Pulling Isabella up and pushing her up against the wall, back facing towards him. "As a matter of fact, you're just as much a traitor as I am." Alec muttered, thinking back to when they were younger. As he used the knife to cut the shape of an 'X' onto her back. A ruthless display of the power he had over her.
"Although, it is surprising. Seeing you be friends with Danny. Tell me, it is worth dying for? For Danny?" Alec asked, while he licked the blood off the blade and turned Isabella over. His satisfied smirk greeting her eyes. Watching, for he knew she was growing rather unstable. The familiar coloured eyes told Alec that much. Lucky for the restraints, or Alec might have to put effort into keeping her here.
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Frank
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Post by Frank on Oct 21, 2009 17:38:22 GMT 10
Danny sniffed at the air tentatively. His heart seemed to catch in his throat as a familiar scent filled him. He could smell her, and she had never smelt so sweet. Instinctively he quickened his pace, all caution and secrecy abandoned, forgotten. He had been searching for so long, and now she was so close. Anything else, any other factors, were disregarded.
He could hear her now. He didn't pay attention to the other voice. He didn't even hear it. His mind was set, completely focused. Danny had become almost animalistic. He was half crazed from isolation, fear and hunger. The concious side of him had been replaced by instinct and subconcious action.
He reached it. Her. The door. She was there. He could hear her and see her and smell..... her blood.
Hunger caution Fear.
He lunged through the doorway, not entirely aware of his own actions. His mind was singularly set on her. Not that oh-so-familiar-face. No. Her. Bel. Isabella.
Once he saw her... he moved towards her with lightening speed. Pushing away that other with a strength he didn't know. She was in his arms. Safe. And her blood... it was on him.....and he was so hungry. But he couldn't touch her. He couldn't. He was here to save her. Isabella. Poor Isabella. He held her close. So close.
He would protect her. He would take her home.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Oct 24, 2009 22:44:22 GMT 10
His words almost went unnoticed, the barely controlled part of her brain hardly taking anything in. All lost to the desire to stab anything into Alec's flesh. To make his blood leak out all over the floor. Yet, Isabella knew she was unable to move her body. So the idea was pointless.
Then movement, it took a brief second for her to understand that her own blood had been spilled. The warmth of blood spreading down her neck, welcoming Isabella to the escape she had been looking for at the very beginning. Death.
And a barely registering urge to scream out.
The gasp that left her mouth was involuntary. She could feel pain in a whole new way. The sharp, stinging that she assumed was from a blade didn't fade. It increased, and with it the aroma of her blood filling the room. She didn't feel anything heal, her own body slacked with the knowledge.
...you're just as much a traitor as I am...
Few words caught Isabella's attention. Making her close her eyes. As she felt the blade make the pattern, she knew to be of a 'X'. The word 'traitor' lingered in her mind, as soon as it had left Alec's lips. Her eyes sprung open, as she tried to wedge her hands out of the binds. Wanting to stop the mark she didn't think she deserved being placed on to her flesh. It was too late, and her movement was uncontrolled, clumsy. Like a wild animal, crazed from the lack of food. It was unsurprising that as soon as Alec turned her over. His face violating her eyes, that she felt the pull of darkness. Words drifting out of her focus. As her heavy eye lids closed, like a curtain of black.
Calm. The feeling that she was no longer in danger, entered the darkness of her mind. Safe, away from the white that had been her whole world for numerous weeks. Swallowing the pitiful mental chains that bounded her to the thought, death would be her salvation. It wasn't so, disappearing at a pace that should of been alarming if Isabella was completely aware of her surroundings. Which she was incapable of, at this very moment. Her main focus on the way that she was utterly dependent on the person that held her. Saved her.
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Alec Valosi
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Post by Alec Valosi on Oct 24, 2009 23:14:52 GMT 10
Alec had it all planned out perfectly. He had Isabella bound and bleeding, he had Dmetri watching out for anything suspicious. Then, as if the Gods themselves had advocated a rescue for her. He was throw aside like a puppet and she was gone. It was a mystery. He known it to have been Danny, but he had not known Danny would have the strength to over power him. The only logical conclusion Alec could come up with, was that Danny was a vampire. Turned not too long ago, if his power was anything to go by.
Growling, Alec picked himself up. The sight of his prize vanishing right before him. No matter, Alec thought, he knew they would both be dead soon, there was noway those two could defeat everyone of them. Isabella was useless, on the brink of death. He knew she was too weak to even fight and feed off anyone of his men. Danny he would deal with, while if everything went back to plan, Danny's lover would show up and die.
There was no reason why Alec couldn't have his fun. Smiling, Alec walked out. Signaling for Dmetri to head out. While he proceeded towards the exits. Seeking to cut off Danny and his stupid attempt at a rescue.
"Guess play times over."
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Lanor Leroye
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Post by Lanor Leroye on Jan 8, 2010 19:21:17 GMT 10
Lanor's lips turned into a fine line, his demeanor shifting to that of calmness. Through Loki's words, Lanor stood. Silently, he motioned for the others to follow Loki and himself towards the prison, were the landscape turned barren, with only the little growth provided by trees. It wasn't long before a rush of air blew at them. Having the scent's of both Danny and Isabella. Their scent's both fresh and far from where they were currently moving from. The worst he could of smelled from the scents was fear, and that was what Lanor could smell at the moment. The newly erupted taint of fear.
"Danny has Isabella." Was all Lanor stated, his voice showing nothing of the joy he felt. Knowing the others would of heard him. Already knowing Loki would of picked up on it before he did. The tiny flutter of happiness ricocheted in Lanor, a welcomed comfort to the worry he had, had, for he would be able to see Danny again. Safe hopefully. Although, the feeling went just as quickly as if came. The overall smell of blood filling his sense of smell. Making Lanor quicken in his movement. He was prepared for nearly anything, but, the way Isabella might look like when he finally was able to help her. To heal her of the pain she must of gone through.
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Evie Swarn
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Post by Evie Swarn on Jan 8, 2010 19:37:10 GMT 10
Evie muttered out an reply towards Lanor. Something on the lines of 'Okay'. Evie was far from delighted, she was borderline scared for them. For everyone. Relieved that Isabella had been rescued, but that only caused more worry. For the assassins would of been notified. Meaning terrible consequences. The magic she could sense was far from light. It was impossibly intoxicating. Powerful in the way that made Evie afraid of what kind of impact it might do, if given to right circumstances. Evie would love to study the magic surrounding the seemingly deserted area. Yet, she had to put her interests aside. As she could feel the magic inside the prison intensify with each step they took, leading them closer to it. Her instincts told her to turn back. Telling her to cower away from the possible doom that lay ahead.
This alone made Evie stay, she was already ahead of the others. Following the magical signature of Isabella. Her's was always a warmth upon her radar, rather dark, but nothing as dark as the others she could pick up. That had alerted her righteousness to act out. To continue on, to help. While Lelouch was not to far behind Lanor. The sky above them swirled dark blue to ink-black clouds, the wind already giving Evie a hard time, as her hair kept hovering in her silver coloured eyes. Whatever was rising to the surface, Evie somehow knew not all of them would come out of it alive. She didn't need to be a seer to know this.
The magic around them warned her of it.
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Kaiden Denali
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Post by Kaiden Denali on Jan 9, 2010 23:15:15 GMT 10
Kaiden was hunched low in the tall grass, so it completely obscured his body. The scent of leeches was thick in the air, sickening. He was up wind of them, so the smell was pushed by the wind into his suffering nostrils. So cloying and thick, it made it so hard to catch Isabella's scent on the wind. She was the only reason he was here. The only reason he could stand being near the blood-sucking freaks. The only reason he would risk being around them when they were gathered like this.
He hated to admit it, but he was worried about her. Somehow he had become... emotionally attatched. Ridiculous. He couldn''t imagine what Hanna would say if she saw him now, skulking around at the feet of the bloodsuckers.
His ears twitched as the voices of the bloodsuckers carried over to him on the wind. He listened, his mind twisting, the steady beat in his chest calm. They were moving. Closer. He needed to get closer. He raised his head. Watched them. Raised his belly, stalked silently after them, the grass tickling his underside. He expected them to notice him at any time, but they were all wrapped up in their own thoughts, they could not hear his.
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