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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Sept 6, 2012 21:45:39 GMT -4
'Heaven bend to take my hand...Whimpers broke through the dark quiet in one of the cabins. Blood scented the air. Sniffles sounded from within, followed by a hiccup. The sun was low in the sky as early morning rose up to grant the day. Blood glittered on the ground and on the small porch of the cabin.
As one came closer through the door way of the cabin, the sniffles became louder and the sound of hitching breathes from crying could be heard from a corner of the building. It was dark in that corner for only a moment before the sun went through the window, red feathers littered the ground and a bloody white wing could be seen, its once shining silver and purple accents were coated in blood and the muscle of the wings seemed to be twitching in pain. Another wing soon became visible but this one was not marred by any blood and its colors gleamed like a shiny new dime.
The sun reached pale skin and then panicked, tear filled silver purple eyes stood out before the girl in the corner hide behind her hands, her pale blonde hair which was scorched in some places as if she set fire to her own hair, helping her hide.
Her clothes had some blood on it and a small dagger was gleaming beside her, probably not hers for it looked a little big for her hands. As the sun came stronger through the windows the smell of something burning filled their air, and some of the blood around her trembling figure burned away along with what was left of a body near the door way of the cabin.... And lead me through the fire
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 8, 2012 1:11:07 GMT -4
---------The smell of blood. One did not have to be a vampire to know it. In his life David had witnessed many people bleed, sometimes by his own hands. On his patrols by the cabins he caught the all too familiar scent and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the very specific shade of red smeared and splattered in a trail. For a moment he analyzed the situation. The marks were clearly from a wounded being by the way it was drawn out from the bloody wound being dragged across the ground. It was too large and erratic to be from a limb. It could not be a back or chest wound as there were no signs of a second being to drag the first into the cabin. By the pattern, he would guess it was from wing.
---------Cautiously he came closer and his ears picked up the sound of quiet weeping. His hand instinctively took out a knife and he proceeded inside the cabin, all senses alert. There in the door was a body, well at least what was left of it. His attention moved to inside where the sound was coming from. There, in the corner, she was. Her wing bleeding and her blood seeming to burn. David knew her type. She was unmistakably an Archilles.
---------He apparently relaxed, lower his knife, but he was still inwardly on high alert. For a moment he was silent before speaking, "You should be more careful with where and when you bleed. There are at least five vampires in this camp and they tend to see your kind as a delicacy."
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Sept 10, 2012 21:20:29 GMT -4
Be the long awaited answer...Wings twitched at the voice, and head jerked up, silvery purple eyes looked at him, purple flame began licking across her fingers as fear entered her eyes first before the warrior part of her jerked forth, the flames stopped licking across her fingers and her good wing stilled and relaxed; its muscular form settling along the wall, and her injured wing relaxed from its painful twitching when she finally felt no hostility toward her.
Fear no longer coated her eyes as she looked at him but there was also no hostility towards him either. She sniffled as she nodded, lifting her hands to rub her eyes until she just noticed the blood on them, she whimpered, rubbing her hands on her jeans until the skin burned from how harsh she was rubbing them along her jeans. "I know..." her voice was scratchy from her crying. She lifted a hand to point to a wall across from him.
There hanging against the wall was a male vampire broken wood panels were pinning the vampire to the wall by it's collarbone on both sides, and its fangs still gleamed even through its chest was ripped open with what was left of its heart on the floor, its throat was also silt. "I.. I didn't mean too." She sniffled and rubbed her cheeks on her arms, "he was just like that when, when I came too."
The human personality part of her seemed to be strong, strong enough to push back her natural born personality. Her eyes saw the knife in his hand and she stilled only momentarily before her leg accidently touched her wing. Pain caused her injured wing to flare out before making a thud on the floor as it settled once more. The motion reminding someone of an injured bird. To a long and painful fight...
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 19, 2012 1:35:27 GMT -4
---------David's eyes glanced to the side for a moment to see what she was pointing at. The body hung limply, impaled through the heart, blood splattered trailing down the wall, drops and pools staining the floor beneath. It was unmistakably a vampire. The guard made a mental note to check the body later for identification.
---------His attention was now on the angel, or archilles as they were called. Her wing jerked and he could see the pain in her reaction, her in face. He reached into one of the pockets of his trench coat to bring out a roll of medical tape and a bottle of alcohol. Cautiously he took a few steps forward. "You are bleeding too much and that one," he nodded towards the wall, "Will not be the last. You have three choices. First, you can try and run away. You won't make it far as Sangvene has many scent sensitive beings who will be after your blood the second they are aware of its presence. Secondly, you can try to kill me. I am fond of my life and also advice against fighting in your current state. Thirdly, you can allow me to help you. It is your choice."
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Sept 25, 2012 22:37:03 GMT -4
Truth be told.....The girl blanched at him when he suggested that she could try to kill him. Her silver purple eyes stared at him in shock for a moment before her mind remembered what he last said. Taking her eyes away from the tall males face she looked at her wing and then at the dead vampire before she looked up again and stretched her injured wing along the floor toward him. "Please," she whispered as if she was not tired, and didn't want to cry any more.
"Help me." She finished, her good wing flexed out behind her stretching and the feathers gleamed in the sunlight, glowed like fresh silver snow. She tilted her head like a kitten would, no longer crying but tear stains were still on her cheeks. "I am Rhoswen. And you?" She asked, her voice quiet and calm even though she still trembled slightly but that could have been the pain she felt since her wings was so sensitive. I've tried my best...
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Sept 29, 2012 15:07:06 GMT -4
---------It was not violent attack nor fearful rejection which met his words. Grateful that she agreed to accept to his help, David knelt down beside her outstretched wing and began examining the wound. Despite the large amount of blood, he was able to get an idea of how deep and wide it was. The calm attitude and swift but smooth way he began treating the wound was as good as that of a well trained military doctor. He worked to stop the bleeding so that he might clean and close the gashes and cuts.
---------"David Chandler," he said in response to her name. He needed to get her talking to keep her mind off of her wing. "Are you new to Sangvene, then?" he asked. Back when Sangvene first started he knew the names and data concerning every member of the prison camp, but now there were hundreds of inmates, the number constantly changing with deaths and new convicts.
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Sept 30, 2012 20:24:30 GMT -4
But somewhere along the way... Even with David talking and engaging her in conversation, she still felt every touch and the very heat of his hands as he worked on her wound. Her wings were that sensitive that, she her self shivered every once and a while when he touched extremely senstivie spots on her large wings. It wasn't just blood that was appearing on his fingers but also some of the angel dust from her wings was getting on his sleeves and skin, making his skin glimmer a silvery pruple.
"Yes, only a few days. I didn't even know I was being followed..." her voice was soft as she replied to him with another shiver that went through her body, slightly from pain but also the feathers being touched. Her wings even twitched once or twice under his hands. I got caught up in all there was to offer... |
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Oct 10, 2012 20:28:41 GMT -4
---------David dealt calmly with the flinching and jerking of the wings every time he hit a sensitive spot. There was a beauty even to her blood as it mixed with the angel dust to shimmer and shine. "This is going to sting," he said as warning before pouring alcohol over the gash. There were more sophisticated ways of desanitizing a wound but he was not about to try anything beyond the basics when he did not know the anatomy, neurology, or chemistry of her species. The last thing he wanted was to have an adverse effect of causing more damage to and perhaps permanent loss of her wing.
---------"Never assume you are safe. Few places in this world are safe and Sangvene is not one of them," he said, a hint of warning in his voice. His hands moved swiftly but carefully as he began stitching up the largest of the wounds, his left hand holding her wing firmly down to keep it from moving. He had to keep her talking. Though he could not take the pain away, at least he could divert her focus. "Where are you from, Rhoswen?"
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Oct 18, 2012 22:35:10 GMT -4
And the cost was so more, then I could bare...Rhoswen hissed, her uninjured wing stabbed out and the strength of the motion caused the built in bookcase beside her to crack in half with the force. Her fingers digging into the wood beneath her cause small marks to appear in the old wood. His voice was mellow garble at first as she worked past the pain from the alcohol before actually hearing him talking words.
The girl lowered her head as if she was being scolded, her pale hair falling infront of her face before she lifted a hand to brush it back behind her ears. Placing her hands on her lap she tried to ignore his heavy touch and the needle sliding through the muscle of her wing. She would no doubt have a few feathers missing until they grew back after she healed. "Originally I was from..." she seemed to pause in hestitation before, "well the past matters not but Virgina is where i was before coming to Sangvene." She looked at him, "Where are you from?" Though I've tried, I've fallen...
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Nov 19, 2012 0:06:32 GMT -4
---------David had to use all his strength to keep her injured wing from jerking about like the other as he poured the crude substitute for a disinfectant over the wound. She calmed down after a few moments and he began stitching, trying to distract her from the discomfort and pain.
---------"Me?" He glanced up at her for a moment before turning back to his work. "Britain. I thought the accent would give it away." He smiled a bit. "What was your home like? In Virginia, that is." He needed to keep her talking and she seemed like the kind of girl who would fall into silence if he let her.
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Dec 4, 2012 1:43:33 GMT -4
I have sunk so low Rhoswen smiled at him, though it was a pained smile. "My foster parents were, amazing, I've never had such loving parents in all my years." She didn't seem to catch her self this time, "They even tried to stand up for me, after i was spotted, and was going to be taken here." Her pale blond hair fell infront of her slightly dirty face.
"If I hadn't had said it was alright, I was afraid that they would have gotten hurt trying to help me, 'escape'. As my foster dad had said." She smiled now without pain and almost laughed as if remembering something funny, "one of the guards is propably sporting a nasty broken arm and a few fractued ribs." She stopped after a minute.
Her eyes turned to him, the silver purple colour gleaming and she seemed to lean toward him as she stared. Her eyes looked like gleaming jewels in their hardness, "What was your home like?" Her voice was different though, even if her eyes were hard her voice sounded like an innocents child voice as she asked her question. I messed up better, I should know. |
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Dec 6, 2012 22:15:17 GMT -4
---------David finished tying the stitches and began wrapping bandaged gently around her wing. When it was pulled together and the feathers flattened, it did not seem so large as to be an impossible feat, though certainly it took more cloth and gauze than a human arm might have. He tried his best to be gentle, but properly tending to a wound of this size was not light work.
---------He listened to her as he worked. When she asked about his home, inwardly his defenses went up but outwardly he showed no sign of change. "Fog most mornings and rain most seasons." He shrugged. "Nothing of consequence in my daily life." He looked up at her. "You seem too kind for Sangvene. Why did they convict such a girl as you?"
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Post by RHOSWEN HART on Dec 20, 2012 1:36:27 GMT -4
"Dont come around here, " Rhoswen nodded at him, and then shrugged slightly at his question. Her wing tried to stretch within its confinds of the bandages. Her lips frowned when the pain shot up her back and down her spine when she moved it.
Rhoswen looked at him, "I dont know, Im not that dangerous." She stopped mid sentance as if just remembering she tore apart a few vampires as if they were paper. "Well not all the time, at least." She amended, wiggling her fingers together in her lap. This time when she looked at him, she giggled.
"Your arm and your jacket are covered in my dust." She laughed and then took in a breath of air as her wing wanted to move as well but his weight was still on the injured one. "Tell me I told you so.." |
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Post by DAVID CHANDLER on Dec 22, 2012 2:03:47 GMT -4
---------He was taken a touch by surprise when she giggled at him, though he showed no sign of this emotion. His line of work lent itself to hiding emotions with ease. Her answer borough him to three possible conclusions. She was a liar. She did not know how to control her powers. She had some variety of split personality disorder or at least a lack of emotional control. A reaction triggered by fear perhaps?
---------He merely smiled and finished tying the bandages on her wing. Looking down at his arms, rolled up sleeves, and coat which he had tied about his waste before he began tending to her wounds. "I trust your dust will wash out, Miss Rhoswen," he said good humoredly. He showed no sign of the question of trust that was running through his mind.
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