Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)
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				Title: <strong>Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 15:47:21</strong>
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				A war, war between two races that went on since eons, battles always fought, small as well as big ones and yet no side seemingly winning or even gaining an inch in movement, in advantage to the other, always the balance kept...and the most peacefull, the third fraction, the most peacefull one gaining on both, as the other two saw to each others extinction, slowly, yet surely.<br><br>Vampires and werwolf's fought and yet no one didn't remember why and where things had started and still they went on, a hatred that developed between those that kept the feud alive and going, even when non knew why even. As such it was no suprise, to have a small clearing, a little hill littered in blood and corpses, both sides once more not gaining the upper hand, a skirmish that got together when the parties met, that turned into a pure slaughtering.<br><br>He breathed heavy, the throat of one vampire still within his hand, crushed, the fiend dead, the head completely removed...one of the few things that actually killed one of their kin. "Who is next?" the dark voice of his sounded, a grumble from his chest, as silver eyes turned around, to peer over the battlefield, not much left, just a few there anymore. He himself had lived through worse, had a few cuts that seeped blood, that wouldn't close, at least not as fast as they should. "Damned silver blades..." he cursed, his ears perked, standing proud, aware atop of his head, while he surveyed a moment the field, the wolf man tunring his head this and that way, simple leathered armor adoring his frame, staining to keep muscles contained, while his heavy breathing left his maw in plumes of white, showing the crisp night's air. A light roar, a blink of h9is eyes, his arm thrown up, to deflect a blow with a new silver smithed blade, a new fight a new fight for ones live on this battlefield, the werewolf not knowing, that there was someone, dear to him, fighting...on the other side, as an enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Random</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 20:12:08</strong>
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				"Flank them from the west! We're gaining the upper hand! Corral these dogs and send them yelping into the abyss!" Orders screamed from beneath the mask of the hooded captain of the legion of vampires sent to weed out this rabble of werewolves echoed in the night, the voice strong, yet decidedly female. It held an air of power laced with feminine seduction that was a unique trait of hers, a trait that made her deadly. How many gallons of blood had passed over those crimson lips because of the soft words that had wrangled so many into her arms? And though her words were not entirely true, indeed, it seemed neither side could gain the upper hand in this squabble, her soldiers rallied nonetheless, and soon many of them were fighting their way from the west, pitted against the snout-nosed scum that wanted to claim the night, and the humans, for their own.<br><br>Not on her watch.<br><br>The black leather of her armor clung to her form, protecting yet enhancing her femininity, and more than one of the werewolves licked their chops with more than just blood lust as they charged her. Time and again she drove the silver blade of her sword into the hearts of her opposition, howl after howl of rage and pain permeating the air as they met their untimely end. The wind picked up around them, her black cloak billowing behind her lithe form, and the hood slid free of her head, letting her long obsidian locks flow behind her as she moved on, spotting what must be the alpha of their group, the throat of one of her kin clung in his hand. The mask had fallen away from the face, revealing the slain vampire to be a friend of hers, an old lover that had spoken on her behalf when she was up for the captaincy of this group. <br><br>Livid rage surged through her cold form as she ascended the hill, the werewolf's voice echoing in her head like a taunt. Her eyes blazed crimson behind her mask as she moved with stealthy and silent grace, her enemy not immediately aware that she was upon him. She lifted her blade, the silver glinting in the full moonlight that flooded the battlefield, and she brought it down hard. She cried out in fury as he deflected her blow, and she sprang back a step, crouching low to the ground, reaching up and ripping her mask from her face, revealing her beautiful anger, eyes that once had been soft, kind, lips that had once kissed, and a face that had once been alight with love, now still beautiful, but pale and deadly in comparison to the woman she had once been.<br><br>"I am next," she spoke, her voice laced with that deadly charm, her eyes locked on the werewolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 17:58:44</strong>
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				The attack was no suprise...after all he had challenged whomever was stupid enough to face him, the higher in rank of those filthy blood suckers the better. He knew he had killed some high ranking officers allready, had fought his way up in this small contingent of his people, to raid the town...find fresh meat and new recruits under the unwilling humans. Maybe find even a tasty morsel for himself and his friends. <br><br>The metallic ring of metal on metal, her sword on his steel arm guards sounding, ringing in his ears...yet he didn't mind it, always had trusted that small voice that told him to duck or, as in this case, raise the arm to defend himself. It was the only piece of armor he really needed, as catching silver blades wasn't high on his 'want-to-do' list. <br><br>He faced her, slow, deliberate turn of his hulking form, easily taller then her, muscles all over his frame tense, his breath deep, slowly calming, but there was no hint that he let his guard down, not even as he brought the bloodied hand up to his maw, with glee licking some of the gore and blood from there. "Was that your boyfriend?" he taunted her, watched her masked features, the glimmering orbs behind. "I had once someone I cared for too..." his face had almost softened at the memory, just to be a hard stone mask now again. "But you bloodsuckers took her from me!" his voice had risen to almost a howl of his own rage, the loss of her still within, getting into a stance to fight her...just to have her face revealed...a moment stunned at the features he knew, those that he knew too well...those he had caressed with his hands, loved...adored. "No..." it was but a whisper, snarling out, when rage powered him before...it was now white fury. It was her or him now, he would end this...end her live and give his loved ones soul rest at last. <br><br>His fingers got balled into a fist, his eye burning and not only with fire, a salty droplet vanishing in his fur as he charged, his hand pulled back...for a hit that would be strong, that had his anger behind, one that would be quite painfull, should it connect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Random</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 01:14:49</strong>
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				The silver emblem that marked her as the Captain of this regiment of vampires shone in the moonlight upon her breast, and she glared at him with the hatred that marked centuries of bloodshed. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, one of her favorite composers of her youth, danced through her head, and she began to hum as he looked upon her visage. It was a sad reminder for her of the days of her innocence, and she remembered with a pang of longing how the fingers of her beloved used to dance upon the ivory keys of his grand piano, so fluently and gracefully pressing the keys that made the sweet music. A tear of her own threatened to fall, but she blinked it away quietly, watching with a hint of confusion as the lycan before her seemed to be taking part in some sort of personal enlightenment.<br><br>The shadows of his fur danced over his eyes, and if she had been able to see them, she would have been frozen to the spot. However, as his blow sought to connect with her head, she tumbled out of the way, to his left, her crimson gaze burning with fury. "I, too, once loved... he had the most unique eyes I had ever seen... my condition is such that I could have at least had him during the nights," she spat, her heart beginning to ache with that old longing. "But upon the first night since my awakening, I returned to find his home ransacked, his blood upon the marble floor... blood spilled by <em>your</em> kind, dog, so I suppose we are even."<br><br>With blinding stealth, she leaped over his head, landing silently upon her feet, her sword swiftly aimed to rip through his midsection. Should he counter the attack, he would be forced to turn to look upon her from a close vantage point, the moon's light playing its shadows away from his eyes, so that they could be seen clearly, and without inhibition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 06:01:09</strong>
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				A high ranking officer? She? Had so much time flowed by? So much blood flown in rivers? Had it really been that long? And yet he felt like his heart had just been ripped apart yesterday, like it was fresh, that he had seen her drink those first sips of blood with glee in her eyes...and him fleeing into the night, having her lost, lost everything that he was, embraced the animal that he now was, embraced it and ran, found a new meaning, taking everything he could and support the new family he had...those that told him she was taken care of, that she had been killed. A lie?<br><br>He wouldn't let the lie live on, she wasn't here, even when the haunting melody flowed to his ears, brought up the images...her head laying in his lap while he played, played for her only those beautiful notes, had only eyes for her, while note for note was played, each press a gift to her...that filthy creature awoke those memories, tore them open and it had his rage skyrocket.<br><br>"This will end...tonight...no more pain and suffering..." he mumbled, maybe just loud enough for her to hear. His head turned up, followed the swift move of hers, the blade's path once more redirected, blocking the blow away from his fur and innards before she would cut him, her wrist grabbed...and her form so close, looking into those still...soulfull eyes, her features the same...still the want within him to just cradle her face and have her close...their breath washing over the others face, his head tilted, ever so lightly, letting her see his eyes, the whit iris, with silver pupil, barely a change, barely separated in colour the two. <br><br>He hoped for the moment that he stunned her...the moment where she recognised him, even in his large, hulking form, with the grey, blood stained fur...the way he had just been for the moment stunned...hoping to use this moment where she was without defence, to set a hard punch to her belly
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Random</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 18:45:44</strong>
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				She heard that mumbled statement as her feet left the ground, and her mind's wheels turned in that split second it took for her to land behind him. Did he honestly mean to end it tonight? Was he so rash in his thinking that he sought to destroy all the vampires in a singular half-turn of the world? If she were to look around her, it was possible his statement might hold some merit. All around her, her kin were falling, dying, but they were taking just as many of the werewolves with them. And this wasn't all of the vampires... oh no. There were many more still in hiding, waiting for their turn to surface to fight, coming forth only to feed, and to make more of their kind... every night, fresh flesh answered the call of The Song, the lulling, mind numbing hypnosis that left the listener in a trance, the mind turned so that they thought turning into a child of the night was what they wanted most in the world... it had happened to her, all those years ago, just like everyone around her.<br><br>She hissed, her fangs bared, as he deflected yet another blow, using his own lightning stealth to keep her from delivering the fatal wounds that would have taken out the leader of the pack of rabble that still fought and died around them. Some venomous retort was on her lips, and she was moments away from unleashing it, trying to wrench her wrist out of his paw, when she looked up into his face. Uncomfortably close their bodies pressed, and in that moment, she found his eyes. <br><br>The sword dropped from her hand, landing with a thud upon the grass at their feet. The crimson that was in her gaze receded as if someone had unstopped a drain, and in its place was the gentle blue that he had grown to love. She looked stunned, and rightfully so. Her world was spinning upside down as she gazed into those silver depths. Memories flooded over her of their time together, and it was like a hunk of ice sliding down into her stomach. Just as he had been assured of her demise, those of her kin had told of seeing the mangled remains of a silver-eyed man, taken by the werewolves and destroyed. Such had been the reason of her own hatred against the dogs, despite what natural loathing there was between the two factions.<br><br>Tears welled in her eyes as she became certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was her long lost love holding her in thrall in this moment. "Erick?" she whispered, none of the icy seduction in her voice now, only pained longing. Her struggling had stopped, and she had gone almost limp, when suddenly the force of his blow struck her midsection. She groaned, dropping to her knees, catching sight of her blade. She left it where it lay, suddenly no longer interested in it. Her left hand pushed into the dirt and grass at her knees, her right hanging limply above his own paw, still clutched around her wrist. Her head was bowed, rivers of obsidian hair cascading around her face, dragging the ground by her hand.<br><br>And quietly, she wept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternal Enemies! (Tarin and Random)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:55:27</strong>
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				Erick heard it, the sobs and the tears falling and yet his anger didn't dissipate. He simply couldn't forget the pain it had been, the loss...how he had thrown himself into hordes of vampires to either win and sate the lust to kill them, to revenge his heart's love or die and end his misery. He had worked his ranks up fast, was known to be furious and seemed to have no fear. What was there to fear anymore, when the greatest of them all, to loose her, had come true?<br><br>And now he saw her again, world falling apart, yet the monster he had become remaining. <br><br>He grabbed her hair, pulled her up, the wolf's strength lifting her with ease...almost like a ragdoll...her defeated frame just hanging there, tears spilling down her face. He tossed his head back and howled, gruesome sound that went through mark and bone, sound of the victory that was sure, the vampire's commander in his hands...and many, looking up wolf joined the howl, a fearsome sound that echoes through the night and would bring nightmares to those that slept peacefully. <br><br>"I told you this would end tonight..." he murred, her form, hopefully with not too much resistance shouldered, simply tossed over his broad shoulder, carrying her this way. "...it ends tonight and I will keep you..." and with heavy steps he would, when no one else attacked, leave the battlefield, his head spinning, turning, round and round, his heart aching and his blood burning, revenge, love, hate, want, need and too many emotions more meeting and clashing. He needed time that he didn't have.<br>
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