Hunter
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Member # 4747 posted June 23, 2006 04:48 PMJune 23, 2006 04:48 PM
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”Kyle can take care of himself… but he has been gone for a while,”

Indeed he had. He had just disappeared. And now the strange noises had returned to the forest. Sway bolted at top speed and Kelley and Ramses followed her through the creeping foliage. Arael decided he had nothing better to do and in the interest of the 'helping the innocent' act he took off as well.

It was difficult but flying through the forest was definately faster than running through it. He came through and found the source of the screaming and strange noises. Kyle had reappeared and was hefting an electric blue sword. There was another girl who had apparently bee caught between a rock and a hard place. Both spaces being occupied by a snarling, ugly, brutish and all around evil manifestation. A Werewolf. Arael could not have imagined a creature more foul. From their bloody red eyes to their inhuman powers, there was no creature that the Sentinels hated more. They were the ones who had attempted to steal the book before it's removal into the City of Clouds. Arael was sure that the creatures proximity meant something. Perhaps in his human form he knew the location of the Book.

Distracted, Arael had not noticed that Kelley had run right into the fray. Oh dear. Arael was in no position to fight. He couldn't get to her in time. He drew one of his swords, determined to help in anyway he could. He ignited it and flames coursed up and down the blade. He threw it down to Kyle, hoping it would help. "Kyle, catch!" he screamed. That blade had tasted Werewolf before, by the days end it might again.

Ke'ak
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Member # 2005 posted June 23, 2006 04:56 PMJune 23, 2006 04:56 PM
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To Kyle, this day seemed to just be getting worse and worse. Can't I catch a break anywhere? There was a werewolf beast standing directly in front of him, and Kyle had only his sword to keep him company. A girl scared out of her wits stood behind him, with only Kyle to serve as a barrier. And now, Kyle heard a crashing sound to his left. Something was coming, and fast. He was sure that the beast heard it as well.

“You need to come with me,” said a voice. Kyle didn't need to look to know it was Sway. He could hear the brush move as he assumed that she was taking the other girl away. How she'd gotten here, he didn't know, and it didn't matter. If she was behind him, then he knew they'd both be alright.

Had he ever told her what she meant to him? Not really. He remembered once, after Serpon had taken over a young boy in the stable, and Sway had actually struggled with the choice of actually slaying Kyle to get to the boy, when the two of them had talked in her room. She had said something that had always been imprinted in his mind. "You're...special to me," she said. He couldn't recall the rest of the conversation, but remembered leaving her room that night feeling fully alive for the first time that they'd entered this crazy place. What he hadn't said was, "You're special to me, too." Instead, he'd just nodded as he always did, and said good night.

It bothered him that in any of these encounters, Kyle might actually see his final breath, and she would never know that deep inside of his soul, she meant the world to him. She had her faults, anyone does, but Kyle chose to see past that, into the soul that she tried desperately to hide from the world. That of a young woman who had never known actual love in her life. Tormented by a family that never cared for her, ignored her, tortured her spirit to the dust. Kyle knew that there was good in her. He'd seen it on several occasions, and refused to believe her when she denied it.

It's funny the thoughts that run through your mind when you're faced with your impending death.

Without warning, another girl, Sway had called her... Red? She burst from the foliage, and landed right in front of Kyle's sword, the beast glowering down at now all three of them. Kyle was annoyed more than anything. It was a classic predicament. A battle school textbook's pages came into mind. "Be nice to those you meet. You never know if they might end up as the one who pulls you from a ditch in a few minutes." And what a ditch this was. Here stood a ditch with gaping jaws, glistening fur, and claws the size of Kyle's dagger. And now, of course, Kyle had to play the hero.

What was the deal with that? Kyle always had to be the good guy. Sometimes he honestly believed that perhaps Sway's way of thinking was a lot smarter. You just look out for yourself, and don't worry about the aftermath. But here was Kyle, and his heart was screaming out louder than his logic. You've got a job to do, Kye. You may not like this girl, but that's no reason to let her die. Kyle jumped forward to block the lunge that the beast would inevitably make, his sword raised above himself as he stood just above the girl on the ground.

"Kyle, catch!" Kyle looked up to see a flaming sword coming right at him, hilt-first. There was no time for questions. He reached up with his free hand and caught the blade, spinning it quickly, smoothly, so that the electricity of his own and the fire of the new intermingled above him. It was almost beautiful, but Kyle could feel the heat as it passed. He crossed the two blades and held for the coming impact.

[ June 23, 2006, 05:01 PM: Message edited by: Ke'ak ]

Amory
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Member # 3763 posted June 23, 2006 07:43 PMJune 23, 2006 07:43 PM
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OOC when Caspar is a werewolf I'm just going to refer to him as Wolf, since it's pretty much a different person. OOC

Wolf's ears laid back against his head as he appreciatively sniffed the terrified girl that stood, no, trembled before him. He liked her scent, it was...familiar somehow, and that was comforting. He took another step forward before coming face to face with a large, glowing sword, brandished by a handsome youth that somehow looked AND smelled familiar.

"Girl, if I were you I'd run", he muttered without turning his head.

Wolf's eyes widened. He understood what the boy was saying, and he didn't want the girl to leave. He whined audibly as he took another step forward and recoiled when a small streak of blue electricity shot out from the sword and singed some of his fur. The sword had bit him!

His head snapped up, his ears perking at the rhythmic sound of impact on the ground. His keen eyes picked out the figure of another girl. He cautiously kept his distance from the menacing sword as he watched the raven-winged newcomer take off into a tree with the girl he had enjoyed the scent of. The winged girl also looked faintly familiar. Wolf's ears perked up again as he picke d up the tell-tale sounds of voices, and then the much more obvious sound of some poor creature rolling down a steep embankment. His eyes seemed to dance with amusement as another girl appeared, tumbling right in front of his monstrous hindfeet. One of his shiny claws twitched noticeably before coming to rest again.

The rustle of clothing and faint clinking of something metallic drew Wolf's eyes up in time to jump back a step as the youth with the stinging sword jumped forward in front of the red-haired girl. He was beginning to dislike this person, regardless of his familiar scent.

"Kyle, catch!", a voice yelled from somewhere above Wolf's head. His head swiveled up to see something hovering in the air, held aloft by white-feathered wings. A fiery looking sword fell from his hands into the handsome youth's outstretched off-hand. He whirled them expertly above his head, his cold, threatening eyes dancing with the light being cast by the two swords.

Wolf's lip curled, revealing ghostly-white fangs the size of steak-knives. He growled in a low rumble as his vision became wreathed in red again. He looked around the small clearing, his molten eyes searching for some weapon. He smiled sinisterly, or what passed for a smile concerning were-wolves, as he loped swiftly over to a fallen section of tree roughly six feet long and as big around as his waist. He bent over and dug both of his claws deep into the tough wood. He grunted as he lifted it effortlessly, holding it by one of its ends like a baseball bat on steroids. Walking lightly on feet, he approached the youth, still brandishing the two blazing weapons. He held the improvised club easily with one, bulging arm, as his other arm was kept alertly at his side, his fingers and claws flexing with the anticipation of
violence.

Wolf's nose twitched. It was a scent he hadn't smelled on the boy earlier. The intoxicating, sickly sweet stench of blood was emanating from the youth who stood before him. Blood that smelled very similiar to his own. Had he killed others of his kind before? He growled savagely as the bloodlust straining to be loosed coarsed through his body like white hot lightning, sharpening his senses and honing his awareness. Without a second thought he dashed forward, the tree whistled through the air as he swung it sideways in a fierce, broad stroke towards the person who reeked the evidence of killing Wolf's own kind.