<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Ciera Morrigan Baine<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Retribution<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  N/A As of this moment<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Loki </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Ciera wanted to slap him, how dare he call her such. She had her powers and strength, because she had followed her code. It was her dedication, her pure faith in her gods - that had brought her to this point. Even with the serum changing her, Morrigan had chosen Ciera because of the strength the woman had with her faith. Because of how dedicated Ciera was to the cause of her people. She growled low, when he insulted her - her eyes narrowing as she felt the dangerous energy rising within her. He spoke about making deals in the dark, claiming he could take her innocence at that very moment. He called her vows empty promises? Treated her as if she was nothing, how dare he. Her anger at this place, turned into a cold fury towards him. A coldness that made the deepest cold seem like a summers sun. He thought her just a simple warrior minded human? He treated her as if she was such a paltry thing. <br/><br/>But she smiled, almost viciously, after he finished the first part of his tirade. Even as he approached the door, and began his work. Slowly she stood, stepping up behind him. She watched the ice spread out, and leaned in towards his ear. He thought her just a simple maiden, but she had a few tricks of her own. "Lord Loki... You would not rape me... Torment... tease... perhaps even make my body flare to your will... but you would require my consent... because... rape... is not part of who you are. Rape is for the dull minded, for those who are nowhere near the level of intelligence and sharp wit - that you possess." She said with that nearly burning cold. <br/><br/>She didn't even respond to his deal, the fact that a god wanted her maidenhead. It caused a thrill through her. But she would not be treated like she was some twinkie to be taken and tossed a side after you got that first sweet bite. No, she was going to make him work for that - if he truly sought such a thing. She had duties to uphold. She watched the change overcome her, and she was struck with something close to awe. In her family, there was stories told of similar creatures - the Frost Giants, the Ice Giants... the great Fomorian menace which caused so many problems for the old gods to take Ireland and Scotland for the humans. But.... they also spoke of the greatest King of the Tuatha'De'Dannan - Bres. He was half formorian, and he was a beautiful King. But his mind was twisted, and his manners lacking. As beautiful as he was on the outside, he was corrupt to the core. <br/><br/>Ciera had never seen a creature such as this before, but she was struck by an odd sense of the beauty he held. She smiled softly at his words, regaining her focus. She pressed her hand to the door, drawing deep from her core the words that wanted to burst free. She gathered the energy, her eyes closing as she hummed softly. " Fuinneamh Bíge" She whispered, her voice lyrical and musical. But the pulse of energy that slammed out from her hand, was not gentle or musical in any way. The door blasted from the hinges, through their combined efforts. But the woman found herself panting as she pressed her hand against the door frame. The door had not wanted to move at first, it was like trying to slam her energy against an immovable object. But she had used her will, her rage, her lust... all of it to break that door from it's hinges. She looked down the halls, as the alarms started going off. <br/><br/>"Shall we, Lord Loki?" She said rather calmly as she snapped her hand out to her side. She gathered energy into her palm again, and then released a heavy breath. "Thoghairm Lann"She whispered, as the sword formed into her hand. It was wicked and sharp, and she could feel the beauty of it's weight in her hand. Her eyes closed, as she let herself get released into what it was to truly be what she was. </span></span>