Maiden of Time
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				Title: <strong>Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 08:04:52</strong>
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				It had been a tough year for Rose it was the end of the year and she had finished her last black box exam the yesterday afternoon. If Rose had done as well as she thought she had she’d be at the top of the class again were she pushed herself to be. She always had stride to be the best at everything she did even if she hadn’t always been the best, she just pushed herself to do better the next time.<br><br>She was glade the school year was over, because there had been strange things happening to her lately.&nbsp; She had woken up one morning to her room being completely changed, it was moved around like the way she had been planning a couple days before, but she just hadn’t had the energy to do it. It had freaked her out, when she fully woke up to realize what had happen, she had checked all windows and doors in the house to find that they were all locked and there was no one but her and her cat in the house.&nbsp; She summed it up to her moving her room around in her sleep, but it still shook her.&nbsp; Even in the last few days she’d seem to get things done a lot faster in much shorter periods of time, and she couldn’t explain why, it had seem like time had slowed almost to a stop.&nbsp; She just kept pushing it off and ignoring what was going on with her, she didn’t want to believe something weird was happening. <br><br>She had always been a believer of the supernatural and unexplainable phenomena but when it came to happening in her own home, she couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe that there was something weird going on in her home or around her in general. She didn’t want to believe what happened to her that day, it something she wanted to push away from her memory for the rest of her life, but there no way she could. She had been walking home after her exam a small smile playing on her lips, as she walked through the busy streets of her home town happy that summer vacation was now officially started. She hadn’t been paying attention, and as she was crossing the road when a black SUV speed down the street towards her. She had realized what was going on till the SUV was a few inches away from her. The only thing she had time to do was close her eyes tightly, and hold her breath, as she waited the impacted from the vehicle.&nbsp; She hadn’t felt or heard anything after a minute or two she slowly opened her eyes, her breathing was fast and heavy as she saw the SUV frozen in time an inch away from her.&nbsp; She reached out her hand shakily and touched the top of the car; it was hot clearly from the engine running.&nbsp; She looked around her, everything was frozen… even the birds in the sky. She gulped and walked crossed the street out of the way.&nbsp; The minute both her feet in the side walk time started again. The SUV skipping to a stop five feet ahead of where she’d been, her heart was racing beating so hard she thought it was going to break through her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>People were screaming, and yelling thinking she had been hit by the SUV. She started running weaving out and round peoples away. She hadn’t fully understood what had just happened to her but she knew she has to get home... and get away from that sense.&nbsp; She hadn’t known if anyone has seen her and she’d hoped they hadn’t though she had a bad feeling someone did. She had made it back to her house a lot faster then she had thought she would have, she hadn’t noticed that unconsciously she’d slowed time down while she was running.&nbsp; She had gotten home quickly and locked herself into her home, hoping to god no one had followed her home. Her breathing was quick as she tried to figure out what was going on and what the hell had just happened to her.<br><br>&nbsp;After she was sure that she was safe and no one had followed her home, she dropped her stuff up in her room and went to the bathroom to shower. She turned the hot water on with barely any cold allowing it to steam up the room before she opened the bathroom window to the Master bath that was contacted to her bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;The steamed rolled out of the window in a gentle cloud, as she stepped into showering trying to relax her nervous. The hot water ran down her toned body, over her ample breasts, down her stomach, and powerful legs.&nbsp; She sighed softly her brain relaxing for a moment as she enjoyed the hot water, showered always made her forget the world around her. Which she used to her avenge many times to help clear her mind of whatever might be bothering her. It was working but at the same time it wasn’t. She kept thinking of what could have happened if time hadn’t stopped, and kept wondering if it had been her who had stopped time... or something else. She had all so many questions but no answers.<br><br>After she got out of the shower she let herself air dry as she walked to her bedroom and opened her window, the house was hot for some reason. She lied down on her bed; her heart had stopped trying to break out of chest finally. She closed her eyes lightly and just replayed everything that had happen in the last few hours, and how it could even possible for time to stop. She came up blank there was no reasonable or logical answer that could come to mind, the only thing that made any since was she had stopped it … but how… she had some type of powers or something she never knew about and why all of sudden would the show up.&nbsp; Her parents had never told her anything about having possible powers ... or even if they had powers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had no idea what to do or who she could talk about something like this.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>All of her family had stopped talking to her when her parents died, so she had been alone ever since she was sixteen.&nbsp; She had a few friends over the year, but since she been in college she kept to herself for the most part. She had a few friends she talked to in class, and someone that she helped tutor. She loved to volunteer for a lot of things specially anything that had to do with food shows.&nbsp; She prided herself in her cooking, and pastry work, though she didn’t always cook for herself. Though tonight she wouldn’t be good she didn’t feel up to it, she diced to order in pizza for the night. <br><br>She didn’t sleep that night; she couldn’t stop thinking about everything.&nbsp; How was it possible for her to have powers, to her knowledge she was just a girl from and order family? The only things she never heard of that were like this was just a fairytale... and that’s just what they were fairytales... things that weren’t real.&nbsp; After eating her pizza that night, she had just curled up on the couch watching, and searching the web for any time of info on this new ability of hers.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zadaris</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 04:47:04</strong>
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				Ambling down the streets a young man passed numerous people in transit wielding a smile brighter than the sun that shone in the sky. He made numerous gestures and greetings of good faith but sadly only a handful of them responded positively; most of them just grunted with irritation or were distracted by their numerous electronic devices. Ironic that people who talk so rudely would want to converse for so long. But that didn't bother him. Hell couldn't even bother him. This man of fate; this Kismet. <br><br>He loved to watch the people, their quirks and oddities were what made them who they are, something that could not be negitively viewed by someone like him, and shouldn't be by anyone else. Kismet slows to a crawl as his vision is drawn to a variety of fresh fruit of enticing color, from a street vendor on the busy street. "It all looks so wonderful." He didn't wait long before pointing his fingers at numerous fruits; apples, banana, pineapples, grapes and a lovely ripe melon. They'd all be perfect.<br><br>His slender form is jostled as two kids, no older than seven or eight, pass by kicking a rubber ball ahead of their path. Of the two the little boy blasts the ball ahead of him, the little girl beside him running fervently to catch the ball. Kismet, watching from afar, reaches out and grabs an orange from the stand. With a throw like a world class pitcher he hits a car by the side of the road, the subsequent alarm frightening the approaching girl into stopping. She throws out a little 'eep' before looking towards the ball, jumping when the ball is popped audibly beneath the wheels of a black SUV. <br><br>"That'll be 14.90 mate." <br>"Wonderful prices. Oh one orange too." <br>"It's only one orange. On the house."<br>"Thank you my good man." <br><br>Kismet wanders past the two little kids, the boy asking the little girl if she was ok. "You have to be careful along these roads." He offers in passing handing each of the kids a shiny red apple. He turns his head towards the avenue of the black SUV. "There are a lot of bad drivers in the world." Patting them on the head Kismet crosses the street, the green man beckoning him across, as it was when the ball met its unfortunate end. Rest in peace ball, for you saved the life of a child with your power. <br><br>Holding the basket full of fruit Kismet smiles warmly, looking at the fresh produce bouncing around in their wicker cradle. "Hope that she'll like them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 15:47:48</strong>
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				What was it about mortals that made them special? Was it their looks? Thier personalities? The diversity in thier socially constructed cultures? Their ability to use a great part of that grey mass inside thier heads? The common man, as wise and intelligent as some claim to be, could answer and question in so many ways, yet how is it that they take for granted this one simple fact in thier every day lives, walking, sleeping, eating and drinking away their relatively short existence, rationalizing that everything they do are but of smaller pictures within one that covered the expanse of the globe as the larger?<br><br>To one who walked among them, perhaps to others who have similiar wisdom and long life, he had a very simple answer to that nagging question, one born and realized by living once and living once again, one made from 1000 years of renewed existence, one devised from watching humanity evolve from barbaric tribes, feudal systems and empirial civilizations into the greater transglobal epoch known commonly as the 'digital age', one that no other unique specie created by God could have.<br><br>To one who walked among them, he had an answer. He believed that mortals are special, because they have the power to judge, the power to control thier own fate by a single whim. It was what he loved so much about them, God's greatest creations. From the birth of Adam and Eve to the rising powers of humanity in this modern time, every mortal that breathed had that power, a power that only God had before the age of man, a power that changes the fate of history and time itself. Julius Caesar, Qin Shi Huang Di, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Hannibal, Richard the Lionheart, Napolean Bonepart, Adolf Hitler. All these great names from all over the world influenced everything that has ever happened in history, shaped so many lives and cultures, all by the will of choice. All these great names were common men once, and they have all lived to thier greatest potential, for good or for worse, lived and died in many ways, in books, in articles, in life and in death.<br><br>It was amusing to think of such names for a thought such as this. He could vividly recall them all, burning, wretched, screaming, as they suffered their sins from the place of his rebirth. He had listened to thier stories and their confessions, past the sounds of the torture and the other poor souls who suffered with them, fascinated by thier judgements, thier choices, their changed fates. Word for word, he could recall them as clearly as he could recall how he died, how he was turned and how he relished his rebirth. Who knew that Richard had only thought of gold when he arrived at Jerusalem? Who knew that Napolean had forced himself on so many young defenceless maidens, both of the enemy's and his country's? Who knew that Hannibal attacked Rome not for the sake of pride, glory or country, but for the sake of a woman he could never have? World changing judgements, made by whims that no history book would ever believe.... It was this spontaneous behaviour that he found so interesting. It was this.... 'human urge' that made him what he was, and he was curious to see more, in not only the uncommon elite, but also the common peasant, curious to see what happens when he surfaces these urges into thier consciousness.<br><br>The results are normally very satisfactory. Some predictable, but satisfactory nonetheless..... If he found them too much to unliking, he could always weave a new urge here and there, and let them live with the consequence that they fostered for themselves.<br><br>As fascinated as he was to gain understanding in his visions, he was also disappointed. The humanity of today had changed, as he knew they would, but that one factor that got in the way of thier inner urges bothered him: thier sense of morality. God and his creations had originally created such beings to be pure and rule over them in a paradise apart from the one in Heaven, and as modern as this age is, mortals still lean towards the so called 'finer judgement', and leave behind their urges to follow a set of rules and boundaries made by a higher being they cannot even see, puppets of righteousness and grandeur of sanctity. Where was the freedom in such attachments? Where was the freedom of wills that gave them the most potential to grow as a whole? These rules, these 'chains' only binded them, and by following such rules only inhibit what they truly can be; mortals capable of making their own judgements instead of having their existence dictated to them.<br><br>This was why he disliked Heaven's intervention, thier virtues opposed to his sins. He believed that mortals can be so much more if they were not so tied up by such moral values. Thier open minds made them great, not the singular mind that purist morality led them to. With such opposition, this was why so many mortals who realize this custom made fact of 'good and evil' are so confused. That was what he believed: virtues only tie the comman man down, not help them....<br><br>Thoughts and revelations aside, there was factor that might change everything. This one woman, Rose-Marry Jones. She was a lovely young one, a mortal who seemed as ordinary as any, one who lived in the same state of taking much of her life for granted as everyone else, unbeknownsed to the much larger picture at work. The infernal Dukes and Princes say she was important and that her so called 'abilities' could finally end the balance in Hell's favor. As such, they had offered reward to buy his allegiance. Some new plots of infernal land, a number of souls and new retainers to his title as Baron. For all he knew, it was a simple con job, to hire the lesser ranks to do the dirty work, as he knew that such an edict was not like any other. When this was over, they would probably allow for him to lay claim on minimalistic portions, perhaps claim a common Succubus or Imp under his employ. They had such habits of promising so much with their wicked grins, thinking that they could get away with just about anything due to thier rank and power, predictable to the last of thier infernal kin.<br><br>Yet, something about this had him wondering. What would this mean to the world? How will she change it? What would be her judgement? He would probably only know once he met her.<br><br>Jeriah was his mortal name, and he had to say that he may have picked a disguise that was not appropriate for the job. This human form was well built and by the standard of the mortal ladies, he was blindingly 'handsome', 'wild' and 'dangerous'. It was not one that he would proudly wear, as he knew that posing as such a mortal man would bring about much unneeded attention, of which he would have to dispense of in a fashion that he would not like to portray while looking for his prey. Already he had 'politely' turned around the occasional group of misfits who decided to think that they did not like him very much, and within which, he had dispensed with some of thier depraved and frustrated lady friends. Didnt these men know how to handle thier women? They were practically rabid when he had them. Distractions, nonetheless. Satisfactory and amusing, but distractions that pulled him away from his goal.<br><br>Fortunately tonight, he had the privilage of dodging a group of friends he had infiltrated for his cover, claiming that he needed a walk. Of course, it was an excuse to make his way over to Rose's residence, happening to be closeby to where he was. Dressed in no more than a light weight black leather jacket, matching jeans and leather boots, he made his way down the street where she lived, looking for her house number. He knew where it was, after 'persuading' a certain lady lecturer at Rose's college to give him the information, along with many of her other details, inclusive of any contact numbers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 06:16:56</strong>
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				She searched and searched the net and couldn’t find anything that she thought was possible really. She sighed lightly early that morning and grumbled, going and taking another shower waking herself up again. She figured she’d go for a walk to the library, the library in this city was much older then many people knew, and there were many extremely old books that weren’t allowed to be side out. She figured that would be the one place she might be able to find some information, that the internet didn’t have. She changed out of her pjs into a pair of black hip hugger skinny jeans, along with a nice tang top. It was a nice sunny day out, and it called for clothes that were breathable as well as comfortable. <br><br>She grabbed her bike and backpack, putting her laptop in it, figuring it would be a lot easier to type up anything she might find. If she had all the information on her computer it would be easier to go back to and read then, to have to return to the library every time she possible wanted to reread something. She had a car, but she always did her best to either walk or bike to places because she was very econ friendly person. She locked the house up before took off on her bike towards the library. It was about 45 minute bike ride from her house. She took the route through the park it was a lot nicer and fewer streets to cross. She was still nervous about what had happened so did her best to stay away from the streets. <br><br>She had almost wanted to stop in the park and relax in the nice sunny weather, but the urge to find out what was going on was more important.&nbsp; She speed through the park passed everyone, her long purple hair flying behind her as she went. Her heart necklace swaying back and forth over large chest, as it bounced softly from her quickly pelting. She sped past a man with coal black hair, piercing red eyes, something she never seen before, he had catch her attention so much she almost run her bike into light post. Rose shook her head roughly after she had weaved past the light post, something about him seem different, but she didn’t know what, so she ignored it as she continued to head towards the library.&nbsp; <br><br>She made it in about 30 minutes instead of her average 45 minutes. She locked her bike up a small gentle smile playing on her lips as she stood up right heading for the doors. Miss Michelson waves to Rose as she spoke on the phone, Rose had become pretty good friends with the young librarian they were only 3 years part in age and had quite a bit in common.&nbsp; Rose wave back quickly a bright smile still on her face as she walked pass all the regulars that always seemed to be there when Rose came in. She head straight for the back most corner of the library were almost no one went or stayed for every long. It had all the old books from when the city was first founded. <br><br>City had been known for its witch and supernatural hunts back in the day, but no one really believed any of it was true. Though all the documents that were now laying almost completely undisturbed would tell Rose different. Rose pulled out her laptop, plugging it into the wall, thankfully when they had renovated&nbsp; the library a few years back that had been kind enough to put plugs in the walls back here. This library was as old as the city was itself. She turned on one of the reading lamps before going and looking for some books on witches and supernatural beings. It wasn’t long before Rose came back to her desk dropping at least eight books beside her laptop, she opened up the top one and started scanning through it for anything that might protein to her, and her possible powers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 14:01:18</strong>
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				Cadien stood atop the roof of one of the oldest buildings in town. It just happened to be the library. He liked libraries. They were places of knowledge and learning. And only those who wanted to could obtain it. A thin smirk crossed his features as he watched the young woman he hoped he'd been searching for enter the building. She looked so like the girl from his dream. Alpha was so certain Cadien would save the world that he'd convinced Cadien himself of it too. He'd been hunting for her for so long that he'd almost given up hope. Now that he might be so close, he was tense and excitable. He had to do this just right. He was absolutely certain she wouldn't believe him if he told her about his vision without proof. Now, the only question was, how to give her that proof. Cadien hadn't really given that much thought. He didn't have any. Other that the fact that he was a werewolf. That usually served as proof of a sort. Not the kind Cadien hoped to provide, but still proof. Cadien sighed. his auburn hair blowing about his face in the breeze.<br>"Nothing is ever easy."<br>The quote was from one of his favorite book series and Cadien had taken to using it in situations that stressed him out. It had come out of his mouth a lot over the past year. Things had not been easy for him at all. There was a pack of werewolves near this town that were very territorial. Cadien had to be very careful to hide himself well among the throng of humans. The pack leader had a nasty look about him and Cadien really couldn't afford to waste any time with a fight. His ice blue eyes scanned the area for any sign of movement. There was none. Cadien took a step forward and dropped off the building, landing lightly on the ground in front of the doors. The invulnerability that had come from his lycanthropy had frightened him at first, but he'd grown to enjoy the ability to do things like that without so much as a scratch. Cadien turned and strode into the library, fully aware that the receptionist might have seen him land and may have even called the police by now. Cadien dearly hoped not. He mentally kicked himself for being so stupid as to land in front of the doors. Oh well. What was done was done. He couldn't spend too much time worrying about that. He smiled as he passed the receptionist, thanking Fenris for the fact that she seemed oblivious to what she might have seen, and strode into the depths of the library, the woman's scent heavy in his nostrils as he prowled the shelves in search of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 17:56:26</strong>
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				The trek towards his query's house was becoming tiresome, yet patience was as much necessary as it may come. To call patience a 'virtue' was a common failure in itself. A misunderstanding of the word. Murderers and rapists wait until the most precise moment to close with thier prey before they practice thier immoral craft, as much as lovers await to be in each others embrace. How can patience be a 'virtue' when even those of the immoral mind use the same word as others do? Patience was universal, and the higher beings only saw it fit to capitalize on its meaning to further the deception. Patience was relative to time, and to a demon in mortal shell, he had lots of both. There certainly would not be any rush.<br><br>As he stepped down a pathway, the town around him alive with peaceful activity, a faint flicker in his senses struck him. The minds and hearts around him were reacting to a significant signature. Soon enough, the source rushed right past him, casting a single glance towards his direction before speeding away as quickly as it appeared. All within a moment, his vision swiftly registered the woman on the bike, not even flashing a blink or a returning gaze towards her direction. His peripherals caught sight of her in full view, at precise angles and spectrum despite the briefest of moments. Not a single detail he would miss at all and his lips crack into a light smile.<br><br>Yes.... There she was.... A fine specimen of a mortal. Mundane. Normal. At least to the eye, however pleasant she looked, she seemed normal. Within that one moment, he caught a quick view of her inner emotions and he found, surprisingly enough, doubt, confusion and perhaps a need to discover truth. As he was not a mind reader, unlike a number of his colleagues, he did not know what she was after, but he did know from intuition where she was going. There was only one place in town where one would seek knowledge. An old favourite of locations for him to pass his time in the past.<br><br>As soon as she was gone from sight, he turned on his heel and began a calm, long strided walk towards his new speculated destination. After all, all he had to do was follow the trail of mindful reactions that had her unique signature, a young, beautiful woman on a bike, wearing a heart necklace. It was obvious that she would not go unnoticed, travelling at that speed. Knowing that varied few shortcuts to get to where he wanted to be, he reached his destination after taking many a detour down alleyways and through buildings.<br><br>The library. Seeing it brings back many fond memories, some delightfully chaotic and some fairly bothersome. Just as he was about to approach, he spotted it. An instantaneous recognition. A supernatural being, dropping from the roof and landing before its entrance. It appeared that things were finally becoming interesting. Time suddenly seemed very short but even more worthwhile.<br><br>He sped up his approach, past the empty courtyard, up the steps and through the entrance, entering as normal as any human being would be. The receptionist gave him a look and a scowl. His manner of dress and appearence was not exactly very polite in a place of learning such as this, too rebellious and rugged. He felt her scornful emotions build like a melting pot of morality and authority, a deep lack of respect for his presence before her. He gazed upon her, stepping up towards her counter casually and placing his hands on the hardwood sides. It was obvious that she was watching him very closely, attempting to judge his character.<br><br>"May I help you?" She spoke, adjusting her glasses.<br>"I seek a woman who passed through here. May I ask where she is?" He spoke, his tone cool, deep and dark, almost seductive.<br><br>She was about to reply something angry, coupled with some assurance for him to leave. His gaze looked up and deep into hers. A flash of the inner soul and within an instant, the mood changed. For a number of seconds, she stared at him, a look of surprise and a manic blush of her cheeks clear for all to see. Her breath slowed to a drag, her eyelids flickered before drooping. All manner of anger flushed out of her and in its place was a brimming sense of heat and passion. About to speak again, something extremely explicit and incredibly indecent for an authority figure on the job, he stopped her by reaching out with a hand to press his index finger lightly on her lips. It more to keep her quiet than to protect her reputation.<br><br>"Speak not and patience is its own reward." He whispered to her, "Where is she?"<br>Her arm raised, a finger pointed down a row of shelves, her other arm fidgeting with her skirt under the desk where she was seated.<br>A quick look towards the shelf and back at her, he smiled at her, releasing his finger, "Thank you."<br><br>Without saying any more, he stepped inside. Whatever the receptionist did afterward was no longer his concern. His priority now was to find Rose, and hopefully before that other supernatural being does. Within seconds of leaving the lobby area, he walked deeper and deeper into the massive library, again following a trail wherever it may take him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:47:30</strong>
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				She flipped through the books quickly scanning and book marking any page she thought might pertain to her. She’d go back to it later and read through them all more in detail. She sighed lightly, she’d gone through all the books she picked up and she knew there were a few more that she’d thought she should go through. She stood going over to the selves and picking up another ten or so books. She plopped back down on her large comfy chair. Flipping open another book, as she leaned back gentle in the chairs. She enjoyed the old plush chairs that they’d left in this area it was the old ones from way back when the library had opened. They were a bit out of date, but they were a piece of history and the library just kept getting them fix and redone every time they need it. <br><br>It felt like she’d gone through all the books in mere seconds, which she really had but hadn’t noticed her time control powers had kicked in. She was lucky no human was around or paying enough attention to her. She’d flipped through the papers quickly her fingers like a blurry as the papers turned quickly. She hadn’t felt the presences of the two supernatural men that had walked into the library. She had no idea what power she held or that she was the last of her kind and such a wanted women. <br><br>Her long purple hair gentle hung over her chest lightly and laid lightly on the desk she was working at. She’d&nbsp; had no idea that she was being watched.&nbsp; She stopped suddenly when something catch her eye. It was a picture of a women that look a lot like herself. Rose read the caption slowly to herself, as her face paled. “Roseanna Jones…born 1781 died 1945” Rose couldn’t believe it, this women looked just like her, even had the same last name and very close first name. Though&nbsp; that wasn’t the only thing that struck her, how was it possible for someone to live that long. She made herself believe that it was just a miss print just some kind of mistake. Rose gentle ran her finger down the long hair of the women and the photograph.&nbsp; She gasped lightly as small spark like shocks run up her arm, and memories of flashed her in mind. They weren’t her own they were the Roseanna’s. <br><br>She was on the back of a horse it was running like a bat out of hell. Something was chancing her, but she didn’t know what. She could hear growling and barking while she could hear branches braking. Her heart was racing it felt like it was going to come out of her throat, her stomach hurt she didn’t understand all of this emotions or what was going on.&nbsp; All of&nbsp; sudden the woods turn into a clearing and everything stopped as if it was frozen in time. She got off the horse before whacking it in the ass, then it took off back into the forest. She looked around&nbsp; a small smile playing crossed her lips as time started again.&nbsp; It was only moments before she was surrounded by wolves, that suddenly changed to men and women. Then form the sky came people with wings, as the earth shook and cracked more women and men stepped from its depths. <br><br>All the scared feeling suddenly vanished as she now stood in the middle of a group of beings that she only knew as fairy tail creatures. They all had a look of desire and want in there eyes, though in a different way. The women was smiling still, as one person from each of the groups stepped up and came close to her.&nbsp; As they came with in five feet of her, time stopped again only allowing her and the three to move with in it. The women was about to say something when the memory faded and she was sitting back in her chair. It was then that she noticed them, two men both coming towards her at different directions.&nbsp; She wondered what they were doing they were both tall and handsome. Though one was a bit more muscular and more wild, the other was more dark and seductive looking.&nbsp; They both were walking towards her with a purpose and desire, but she didn’t know what. She stood quickly grabbing her laptop and stuffing it in her bag as they got closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:09:37</strong>
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				Cadien's nose hadn't lead him astray since he'd been bitten and its power held strong as he quickly retraced the girl's trail through the library, pausing only to make sure he was moving quietly. He really didn't want her to be frightened by his sudden appearance. His ice blue eyes flashed as he rounded a corner and found her sitting in a chair. She seemed to have been reading, but now her eyes were clouded over and she seemed to be seeing things beyond the room in which she sat. Cadien froze for a moment. A vision! She was having a vision. There was no doubt about it. His own vision state had been described as such by several who'd seen the process. His pulse quickened at the thought that he and the woman of prophecy shared such a common trait. He began to walk forward, slowly at first, but slowly gaining speed and then walking at a normal pace. He had to speak to her. At the very least, get her to listen for a moment.<br><br>A scent caught his attention then. It was strange. Not entirely a scent, but completely unmistakable. The scent of something not of this world was in the air. And it was moving towards them. Cadien tensed. He wasn't sure which form he had access to would be of any help against such a foe. Especially since he could barely control two of them. The overpowering fight or flight instinct was warring within him as he strode towards the girl. Would it be worth the risk to everyone present for him to fight the creature or simply get to the girl and flee? He would have to take his chances with putting off the decision as of yet. Changing right now would, indisputably frighten the girl and Cadien couldn't afford to have her fear him.<br><br>Cadien reached the small table the girl was sitting at, noticing the pleasing way her hair caught the light, and leaned his hands on the table, smiling warmly at her, his teeth with their small fangs glinting in the light from some window somewhere in the place. He wished that he could conceal the fangs sometimes. It didn't help his cause when his gentlest smiles were punctured by the sharpness of his teeth. Even so, he hoped that the gesture came across as warm and friendly more than fierce and dangerous. <br>"Hello there. My name is Cadien. How are you?"<br>Cadien wanted to strangle himself. Why was he so woefully inarticulate outside of his head? Why couldn't he simply use the vocabulary that he knew was at his disposal? The "friendly" expression never wavered, but a hint of urgency was discernible in his eyes. Only the clever and observant would be able to pick it out, but it still was there. The smell of the other being was heavy in the air now and was making him slightly jumpy.<br>"I know this is rather sudden, but I really need to talk to you somewhere more public. Would you mind coming with me to such a place? You can choose if that makes you more comfortable. I promise I'm not going to try to hurt you."<br>He cut himself off there, hoping he hadn't come across as too much of a raving lunatic. The muscles in his forearms were tight with nerves, intermingled with hope and fear. All of these emotions rolled into one hard to control feeling of uneasiness. His face, however, masked this for the most part. it was still arranged into a friendly expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 18:45:41</strong>
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				"My, my.... What an atrocious pick up line. You could have been slightly more artistic and much less tense." A deep and dark voice spoke from the shadow of an aisle as soon as Cadien finished speaking.<br><br>From out of the corner, with long, slow and sure placed strides, he made his entrance into the scene. Before them, about a few feet away from the table, stood a man who appeared rough and rebel, yet his demeanor was elegant and dignified. He carried with him an aura of mystery and enigma. Nothing about him would indicate him as a denizen of infernal origin more than the look of his eyes, fiery red irises that stare deep into hearts and pierce weak souls. For the manner of his disguise, he only claimed them to be colored contacts, a little twisted lie to keep those from getting too interested in them.<br><br>It seemed as if he had arrived a moment too late, even if he had heard whatever it was that was spoken, clearly missing the events that happened before. The supernatural being had already found her, by the desk within such close proximity. Not a surprise, considering how keen the senses of certain supernatural beings were. This particular one he recognized immediately, now that he had a closer look. That bearing, muscular and animalistic tinge of an appearence could spell no other form of recognition save for those touched by the moonlight and the embrace of lycan kin.<br><br>Surprise notwithstanding, he found it peculiar that a lycan would be interested in his query. To his understanding, the pack mentality of most of the local lycans kept them away from public places, with preference to keep within the wild wooded areas of town. To see one here could suggest two things: a pack making a 'claim' or a lone wolf with an unknown agenda. The latter seemed more likely. The information he had indicated few other viable options. Neither of those he thought of worried him, for he was very patient. Whatever happens here, it was only the beginning. If it fell out of his favor, there will always be another time.<br><br>Yet, with this lycan in the way, his plans could as complicated as he predicted. He pondered over what to do with him, this 'Cadien'. His emotions betrayed his thoughts and he very much wanted her for himself. For whatever reason he had, Jeriah was not about to let his charge be taken from him that easily.<br><br>Appearing loose and nonthreatening, very natural to him despite the sense of impending doom and mysterious foreboding that followed him wherever he went, he cocked his head slightly downward, his eyes looking back and forth between Cadien and Rose. A small smile pursed on his lips, reading their changing emotions.<br><br>"Am I intruding? Many pardons if I am." He spoke again, "Or perhaps my presence is necessary after all...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:01:55</strong>
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				Her eyes widen as she saw the man seem to have fangs she bite her as she in haled sharply. He looked like one of those wolf people she’d saw in the weird day dream she’d just had.&nbsp; But that couldn’t be true were-wolves weren’t really… were they? She didn’t really catch his name she was to distracted. She felt the air change with his appears and more so when the second guy showed up. She didn’t know what to say or do, she’d never had this much guy attention before. Plus she couldn’t ignore this feeling of danger, and how much she need to run or at least get away from them. <br><br>She hugged her now packed book bag against her large chest pushing her chair back slowly. She wasn’t sure what to do, but she knew if she got to her bike she could out bike them, or at least she thought she could. She just had to listen to her gut and it was telling her to run, even if it was the wrong answer or not.&nbsp; She nibbled her lip looking them both over, even if they just wanted to talked to her for thinking she was pretty or something, she couldn’t believe they wanted her attention. They were both very handsome and could get any girl they wanted so why would they want her attention. She felt a hint of rivalry&nbsp; between the two men even though it was clear they didn’t know each other. She didn’t know what to say&nbsp; to them her brain was moving a while a minute with nothing coming out to help her.&nbsp; She wished now would be the time if she had powers they would kick in and freeze time but it wasn’t working no matter what she tried. <br><br>She got it she’d hid in the women’s bathroom and go out the window get her bike and take off. She knew there was one not to far from just getting there would be the problem. “I don’t know what you guys want, but I got some things I need to do, plus some womanly in mentionable. So um .. I’ll be going now” She quickly slipped down he isle of books that were right next to the desk she was studying at. The second she got out of site of the men she took off running, down the isle and towards the women’s washroom. It was only four isle over, and she just made it in when she heard footsteps coming towards her again. She sighed lightly and locked the door leaning against her for a moment catching her breath.&nbsp; She was confused and a bit more then scared she wondered who those two men were and what they wanted with her. <br><br><br>She looked around this was one of the older bathrooms and she wasn’t sure if it had one of the big windows or a smaller one like one of the new bathrooms in the second floor of the library. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the window it wasn’t very big, but it was big enough for her to get through. She jumped up onto the skin and opened the window it was bit high of the ground but she’d be alright. She slipped through the window head first, she held on tight and forced her self to flip over. She cursed herself as she lost her grip and fell to the ground, with a thump and a shot of pain went through her leg. She groaned and got up limping slightly, she didn’t have time to baby herself she ran for her bike, working through the pain.&nbsp; She quickly unlocked her bike, jumping onto it as she saw the library doors open. She didn’t wait to see who was coming out of them, before taking off down the street back towards her home. She had no idea that they could follow her scent or aura for that matter. She was just doing her best to try and get away from them both with out stopping till she got home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:54:10</strong>
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				Cadien's frost colored eyes took in the sight of the creature. He seemed almost human, but the tell-tale glow in his eyes and the aura of sheer malice that surrounded him spoke of demonic origins. His muscles tightened as he felt the change trying to come over him. It wasn't one of the forms he knew though. It seemed to be trying to emerge from his fear. Cadien smothered it. The last thing he needed right now was to let himself change into a new form. Especially when this situation could very easily turn nasty. His blood stopped pumping a mile a minute and he calmed down by sheer force of will. A low, heavy growl began to escape his throat as he stared down the demon. How dare they interfere already? Cadien turned to him, his mind registering that the girl had fled. He didn't blame her. He would just have to find her again before anything else did.<br>"What do you want here demon? My persuit of a mortal doesn't concern The Infernal host."<br>Cadien hoped that the demon wasn't after her for the same reason as himself. If he was, Cadien would have to fight him. And he truly didn't want to. He had no idea what it could do. Cadien found himself, instinctively circling around the desk, effectively blocking the demon from following the girl directly. His nose was keeping track of the direction she was headed while the rest of his mind was focused on the demon before him. Every muscle in his body was coiled and ready to strike. Which form would be best to fight a demon? Well, he reasoned, his Hate form would probably be most effective. It was very hard to hurt and could easily be lethal to such a creature. On the other hand, his Lust form had the shadow stepping ability. That would be far more useful for a hasty exit. Either would have to be instantaneous if it came down to a fight, so Cadien mustered up enough of each emotion without letting either bring on the change. Not yet.
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