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Post by Robin on Jan 27, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
A black mass lay still, motionless on the forest floor with fresh blood beginning to cake into what appears to be fur. Eyes were wide open and turned to the back off the head. A deep crimson pool the jaws of the mass with a pale pink tongue lolled out on to the liquid, the sense of tasting the heavy iron flavor no longer there. Death was opposed, outwitted several times. In the end it was death that overcame. A silent winter’s wind blew by, picking up the frail leaves which covered the fallen creature half way.
A pure white ferret leapt from the still life of the forest and bounded over to the body. It stopped just inches away from the head and beady pink-red eyes examined it once then twice over. The ferret squeaked, tail twitched as he rose to his hind legs. Then rested his front half back down. Carefully he crawled over the large beast’s (in ferret p.o.v) shoulder while avoiding the blood all together. Once there, it slowly climbed up the shoulder far enough where he can stick his nose in to the ear. He chattered loudly, so loudly that if the creature were alive his eardrums would be pounding. Another chatter erupt from the ferret’s throat. What are his reason for chattering to the dead?
Berten wake up. Berten wake up….
Neon green eyes rolled from the back of the head in a quick manner and the chest cavity swelled instantly, nostrils flaring and exhaled. Breathing course started back up but rapidly at first. He then began coughing up saliva-blood that had dripped down his throat. Raps of breath escaped his jaws and coughed once more.
“Allyen?!” Berten yelled, sounding desperate to hear his brother’s voice again.
The ferret was gone.
((I’m having second thoughts on Berten’s death. As you can see, I brought him back to life for now. Join if you like. I may or may not decided to kill him off again.))
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jan 27, 2009 18:28:25 GMT -5
Tora had taken to strolling in the forrest of black. Humming to herself in a haunting manner as her ghostly form moved amoung the tree's. A tightly fitted pea coat was upon her figure. The color of the darkness about her. A scarf of red was about her neck as a hint of a bottom of a dress could be seen just beneath the coat. The graceful garment black with the slight print of deep blood red roses upon it. Black boots adorned her feet as dark stockings went up her slender legs. She stopped moveing admist the tree's. Hearing the cry, eyes of blue turned over to the strange sound. The female moveing slowly over towards the source. Tora stopped. Starreing at the bloody mess like a ghoul amoung the forest.
" Do you care to live?" She asked simply. No emotion, no love. Just simply put. If he answered yes.... then she would tend to his wounds, if the answer was no. Then she would simply be on her way. She had lost way to many friends over the years, so she purposely at times has tried to shed her body of feelings but that was always a looseing battle. No matter how hard she tried... she was ever too kind to not ask.... do you want to live?
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Post by Robin on Jan 27, 2009 19:40:22 GMT -5
Berten rolled his eyes up and tried his best to focus in on the figure that loomed above him while attempting to come to his paws. He of course fell back in to the pool of blood. An intense surge of pain shot through his right side yet he dare not to whimper, he dare not to show such weekness. His head ached with dark clouds that fogged his memory of what happened before he died. He flattened his ears, registering what the vampire said. Oh, more then anything! Only if he could tell her that.
He nodded as a response. Yes, I care to live.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jan 27, 2009 20:40:17 GMT -5
Tora smirked casually at this. A fang peeking out beneath flushed stained lips.
“ So be it.” she responded in amusement. She stooped down next to him. The ancient being that was kin with those that started the vampire infection. The fallen guardian of the race, that dared to teach humans the gift of magic and the being that was cursed in sin for such a betrayal. She allowed her porcelain hand to graze past his cheek. Muttering something in old tongue her fingertips glowed a blueish white and seemed to spark into the strangers flesh. She smiled at this.
“ Some of my own strength has passed into you. It should be enough to allow you to walk.” She spoke, somewhat amused to the demon. As the light of the full moon passed over her face one could see the vampire looked a tad woozy. This was a combination of not having fed recently as well as the fact she just lent the beast upon her feet some of her own life force as one could call it.
“ Come, I’ll patch you up better in my abode in this area.” She told him. Waiting to see if he could at least stand… or if she would still have to carry him.
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Post by Robin on Jan 29, 2009 19:07:57 GMT -5
Berten flinched somewhat as the vampire came in contact with his cheek and it was shown on his face he did not take a liking to it. The Changeling wasn’t use to such close contact from others besides Reeny his sister. Though that kind was more of a threatening kind. However he laid still allowed her to do what ever she needed to do.
Once she said that he could walk, he rose to his feet feeling the strength needed pulse through his body. He wobbled but the caught his balance. At the same time he tried to remember why he was in the situation in the first place but doing so was causing his head to hurt more. Shaking it off he looked up at her and nodded once again to let her know that he could walk.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jan 29, 2009 20:06:50 GMT -5
“ Follow me then. I’ll patch you up right. “ She frowned as she got to her feet and started to walk back through the forest.
“ I found a old section of crypts out here underground. Probally back from the days the castle was in use. I have been using this as a home away from home you could say. When I want away from my main place of living or the city.” She explained as she walked into a patch of willows and moved about to a particularly old twisted looking tree. She moved like a ghost amoung the tree’s no utterance of sound as she waved him inside between a gab in the old wood.
“ Come down.” She told him as she hummed a bit to herself and went over to a table made out of a old coffin. In the corner was a old wooden bed. Salvaged from the castle. She moved about picking up a pot that held water as well as grabbing a first aid kit.
“ Lay down on the bed. It would be easier to do something about these wounds if you were in a non furred state of existence. Unless you prefer for me to cut away the fur from the wounds so I can better clean them out for you.” She spoke, a slight hint of playfulness flittering inside of her voice.
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Post by Robin on Mar 24, 2009 20:05:53 GMT -5
Berten followed and did this quietly. He politely listened to the woman; his ears occasionally twitched at the soft sounds about him. As she spoke slight, blurred images came to his mind. It wasn’t clear enough though and he grunted at this ridiculous notion of thought. His mind drifted and he watched the vampire before him. The willows went unnoticed but the old twisted tree caught his attention however. He entered as she motioned him inside. As he entered, he paused to look about the place and pinned his ears to his head again.
Once she spoke again, his ears stood back up. He continued forward towards the bed and leapt up on it. He settled himself into a comfortable spot and in that spot was no longer the black wolf but a man with messy black hair. His clothing remained however their appearance was slightly different then normally. They were tattered and torn where ever he had received wounds from his attacker.
The changeling sat back up for a brief moment only to remove his jacket and shirt. This pained him so as he did so. Lying back down he stared at the ceiling above, neon green eyes flickering to and fro. For once, killing Reeny or rather just Reeny herself wasn’t on his thoughts. His brother was. It’s been several days and now he decides to grieve at the loss. He never thought that he would feel such emotion. Why now? Why him? And not…Mother?
Closing his eyes, Berten waited for the woman to treat the serious wound on his right side.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Mar 24, 2009 20:18:36 GMT -5
(( Ooc: I had moved Tora to another thread today since it's been awhile XD We can rp them out here and then merge them back into the time line later on XP ))
Tora moved to the man's side. Cleaning the main wounds first and cleaning them out fully as she spoke.
" My name is Tora. If you wish to know." She told him calmly. Her eyes flickering on the blood, but fighting back the need to feed as she knew he would need all the life force he could get from that red paint of his. With this she sighed a bit. Shakeing her head as she continued onward.
" So what is yours?" She asked simply. Her eyes only upon the wounds as she awaited him to answer.
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