Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60 
|
Post by Rook on May 26, 2014 0:23:45 GMT -6
Rook spat up blood and phlegm onto the Basilica floor. She didn't care if the other members would be angry at her - she was rather angry herself. Or, not so much angry, but angsty. Never in her life did she take as much damage as she did the night she butchered Drethiel's body. First, there was the emotional trauma caused by the slaughter, and grotesque disposal of the evidence. Second, there was the fact that she had done it out of her own will, without Drethiel prodding at her mind. Lastly, she was nearly killed herself by Ashen, who undoubtedly had an alliance with the angel. That was something she would never forget: being dragged out of her safe haven, the church, holy ground, only to be slammed up against a wall and smacked around as if she were a rag doll. Her stomach turned, remembering the sensation of cracked bones, bruised flesh, and bloody, deprived gasps. Thankfully the church had a member who was a healer, and they had fixed her up rather quickly. Had Avail left her any longer, Rook figured she wouldn't have made it.
Speaking of Avail, she beckoned for him to approach her. Something had been troubling her for quite some time, and tonight she wouldn't just let it rest as she had all the nights previous. Rook had already moved adequate bedding to the center of the Basilica, making sure to stay within the angel warded walls. She had washed herself once again, removing the dirt and grime and blood from her skin, leaving it a clean slate before she was bandaged. She felt filthy and cold, causing her to wrap herself up tighter in her blanket. Though she was wearing a skirt, blouse and vest underneath the thick fabric draped around her, it felt as if she was bare to a cool wind.
"Can I talk to you about something very important to me?" Rook spoke solemnly up to Avail, hoping he would draw near and share his warmth.
|
|
Avail
New Member
Posts: 31 
|
Post by Avail on May 26, 2014 0:38:02 GMT -6
The wolf nodded its head walking over to the side of Rook, having not shifted back since she had been brought in just encase there was something he had to handle however now that she had summoned him over, he transformed back into his human form the massive man walked over to Rook's side sitting down beside her he cocked an eyebrow "What can I do for you pup? I will listen as long as I have ears to do so." Avail said simply. The wound he'd received had already healed due to his natural healing properties, this had helped him decide to protect the injured Rook all the more as he himself was perfectly fine after the scrape with that...woman.
His body was rather warm even being beside Rook, his blood running quite a bit hotter then Rooks so obviously his form would keep her warm for quite a long time. Laying down beside her on his side he got comfortable so she wouldn't have to strain her voice talking up to him or anything to crazy, he wasn't exactly used to catering to human weakness, being raised by the pack you didn't have a lot of room for weakness, but he still knew to treat those smaller then you with respect.
|
|
Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60
|
Post by Rook on May 26, 2014 0:58:16 GMT -6
Rook let out a final shiver, and sighed at the wave of warmth that now surrounded her. Her eyes threatened to close in comfort, but she forced them to stay alert. "Avail, I'm not walking out of this church as a human ever again." She paused. "I don't care if I'm stuck here for a while. I just..." Tears welled at her eyes, but she swallowed them back. "...I can't take it anymore. Wildgard isn't a place for humans. It's not a place for me as a human. Once I step out that door, I'm prey to the sick instincts of others and have nothing to fight back with." She avoided eye contact, for fear of crying. "I'm a prime display of weakness and cowardice. I've spent days upon days in this safe zone, living like a caged animal. I want to roam freely, without the fear that every person that passes me is possessed and will claw through my heart with ice."
A few tears escaped, and Rook quickly covered her eyes with one of her hands, rocking slightly. "I don't want to be human anymore. No matter what it takes, I must change or I'll never be safe again. Thistle and Destael are vampires, Nabbi is a kinto, and you are lycan." She raised her head back up to look at Avail now, wiping her tears. "One of you has to have the ability to change me. It can't be impossible... though Nabbi seems unlikely." While the general idea seemed pleasant, she wasn't sure which form would bring her the most satisfaction in her method of problem solving. "Should I choose to, would you have any qualms about turning me?" She asked honestly, with hope in her eyes. "And if I chose the path of a vampire, would you promise to see me no different as you do now?" Her eyes darted to his injuries - or, where they used to be. He had already done a lot for her, so perhaps this was too much to ask.
|
|
Avail
New Member
Posts: 31
|
Post by Avail on May 26, 2014 1:16:15 GMT -6
Avail breathed out lightly listening to her despair, his hand moved over to lightly touch his friend's arm he nodded his head "While true...the way down the road is easier for some as a different creature there are many hardships as well...My parents were both turned unlike myself they were once human." He explained running a hand through his hair as he thought about how to word this, he didn't actually have a problem with turning her, he knew how, his parents had shown him as a means of making sure he never let it happen on accident.
He nodded his head "I would change you if you wished, however there would be a long period of time where I would need you to not be around the church, we would be out hunting as it would not be safe for you to be around here...much less certain people." He explained motioning towards Thistle's room, "The smell is fine for me but it'd be a bit....over dramatic for a young blood." He said shaking his head "A month or less at most." He explained "Enough for you to get used to your new form and understand your limitations." He stretched out his hand lightly running through her hair his eyes closing as he thought about what was about to happen in his life, it was a first that was for sure.
|
|
Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60
|
Post by Rook on May 30, 2014 1:26:34 GMT -6
Rook nodded at Avail's words and warnings. She had a decision to make. Certainly her choice would involve becoming something other than human, she just had to pick her poison. Her eyes drifted to Thistle's room, then back to Avail, but she stayed quiet, lost in thought as the lycan ran his hand through her hair. I would much rather thirst for available blood than sustain myself with the elusive hunt. She concluded. Blood was easy to find in these parts, and if done correctly and effectively, feeding as a vampire could be more conspicuous as to not rouse much attention. With her past being the way it was, should she drain someone dry, disposing of a body was a walk in the park compared to devouring one messily. A shudder ripped through her then, remembering Avail's gruesome attempt at destroying the evidence. She pulled the blanket even closer now.
"Thank you for caring for this decision of mine, but I think I've made my choice." Rook stated firmly. "I'll speak with Thistle or Des as soon as I can. Though what you offered is kind, I don't think it would be a path suited for me."
|
|
Avail
New Member
Posts: 31
|
Post by Avail on May 30, 2014 1:35:04 GMT -6
He nodded giving a small sigh, but not of disappointment rather of relief "That is good then." He spoke softly his body relaxing a bit from how tense it'd been a few seconds ago as she shivered and cuddled up in her blanket he made sure she was getting enough of his heat, this would be even more effective after she was a cold blooded vampire, but for now he could just give her a bit of extra heat. His hand stopped stroking her hair sure she didn't need that touch anymore, he looked up at the ceiling debating his next words.
"While I may have to deal with the new smell I will do such, you all have given me such kindness that I must repay you in kind." He nodded his head looking down at her he smiled lightly, "It is well then that you didn't force yourself onto the path of the beast, as I do not wish anyone to take the road of my people who is not quite ready for it." He explained his body stretching out slightly a grin forming on his lips.
"Being able to scratch behind ones ear with your foot is useful though." He jested lifting up one of his legs moving it to the side of his head he made a small kicking motion trying to lighten the mood even just a tad.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ashen Windsong on May 31, 2014 12:27:17 GMT -6
Ashen Stood at the door of the Basilica, looking shamefully at the handle. steam wasn't seen on her flesh this time. however she was very uncomfortable, the ring Dreth had given her allowed her to step on holy grounds without much pain. starring at the handle she let out a heavy sigh.
she knocked gently on the door, her hands shacking. she had to make her mistake right, even if it wasn't truly her. she missed her cloak, she always felt safe hiding under it, regrettably while cursed she left it and he blade with rook. looking at the door with a defeated look, she knocked again, this time louder. she knew calling out would probably be a mistake, is the Basilica was anything like the silver scale she would be an enemy now.
'I have to make this right, even if I have to sit in pain all day I will make this right. wasn't me who hurt rook, it was something that used my rage...it wasn't me...' she told herself, but even she had troubles believing it. 'please someone answer the door...really don't want to sneak in...' she moaned in her mind. as she waited for the door to be answered, she thought it would be wise to remove her weapons. she stripped herself of her bow and arrows setting them beside the door. removing her many throwing knives and her dagger. even her duel blade sword was placed with the other, making her completely unarmed. this made her uneasy, however she knew well she deserved anything that happened to her now. even if it wasn't truly her, she brutally attack Rook, and the Curse made her enjoy it.
if Rook wished for her dead, that thought rushed in her mind. the last time Ashen feared someone else anger was almost a hundred years ago, when she killed the woman imitating her mother. 'perhaps this is why Fallen saved me so many moon cycles ago...so I could be punished...is this curse an atonement for my sins?...I never asked for this...no one asked for this...' with this thought she would feel her eyes beginning to burn. her stomach tightened, as she felt sick. for the first time in a long time....Ashen feared Death. |
|
Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60
|
Post by Rook on Jun 3, 2014 23:14:42 GMT -6
The knock jolted Rook to her senses. Who was it at this hour? Was it a church member? Or was it someone else? Her skeptical eyes scanned the door, and she reached out to Avail. "Would you be so kind as to see who's there?" She asked of him, quietly. Standing up, keeping the blanket draped around her, she ran to her belongings. She had never quite made herself at home, but instead kept them in a small, condensed area, making it easy to find everything. She slipped a small knife into her vest pocket, and returned to see who was at the door. Her glare was sharp, and her stance was defensive.
"Who is it?" She spoke, almost to herself.
|
|
Avail
New Member
Posts: 31
|
Post by Avail on Jun 3, 2014 23:24:44 GMT -6
Avail on the other hand nodded his head walking to the door opening it up he looked down to see Ashen standing before him, it wasn't unexpected her could smell her fairly easily even through the door. His eyes stared glued on her as he crossed his arms over his chest "The woman who stabbed us." He spoke firmly his body tense his eyes flashing a dangerous hue as his mind filled with rage, but he held back, he didn't wish to destroy anything. He stood there starring down at the woman who had wounded his friend, his lips pulled into a blank expression before turning on his heel he walked back over to Rook's side.
However two steps into his journey his form shifted, hair growing, fur coating his form, muscles expanding as he dropped down onto all fours, laying down at Rook's side his eyes looking up at Ashen with a solid gaze, he would keep himself from speaking at the exchange but he was very willing to snap Ashen's arm off if she so much as touched Rook again. The big brown lump of fur curled around Rook's leg's his tail wagged very lowly it was obvious he'd become more then a tad protective of his new friend.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ashen Windsong on Jun 3, 2014 23:39:31 GMT -6
Ashens eyes widened as her eyes locked on the lycan from before. 'OH gods that's right he is a werewolf, I regret not having my Blades with me now....' Ashen thought to herself as she tried to swallow the nervous lump in her throat. "h-hello" she said with a quiet voice. A Avail announced it was the 'woman who stabbed us' Ashen winced as her gaze toward Avail as the massive Male walked away. "I deserve that" she muttered to herself.
Ashen took a few steps into the Church, the veins in her right arm starting to strain and twist. The Ring almost burning on her left hand. besides being uncomfortable it was the first time Ashen was able to walk on holy ground sense the first snow fall. "H-hello? Rook? It's me...as-...Windsong." She corrected. taking a few more steps till she was standing in the Doorway of Rooks room. she saw Rook laying here...broken, all thanks to her. Seeing the Damage...no the Carnage she had committed. ashen could feel burning behind her eyes as tears threatened to intrude, She looked away for a moment as she knelt down by the Doorway.
'I will have to be given permission to enter.' "Hello, Rook." she looked back at Rook slowly keeping her head bowed as if raising her head was a crime. Ashens was half formed, above her waist was human expect her eyes and ears. her bottom half was of a lean panther with lavender fur. she kept her tail curled at her side and ears down.
|
|
Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60
|
Post by Rook on Jun 4, 2014 1:07:54 GMT -6
Rook's heart stopped for a moment, instantly remembering the pain caused by the person at the door. Her hand gripped hard on the knife, and a scowl formed on her face as she drew it, pointing it at Ashen.
"You came for your belongings, correct?" She said with the steadiest voice she could manage. Having Avail at her side was comforting, and she knew he would keep her safe - but she could never be too careful. "Stay there." She ordered, and sidestepped to the room where the cloak and the sword were. Bringing out Ashen's possessions, she carefully walked towards her. Looking down at her bowed head, obviously shamed, Rook's mouth tightened.
"I may understand what you're putting up with in a way, but that doesn't change what you've done to me." Rook held out the cloak and blade, and then used the flat surface of her own knife to lift Ashen's chin until they were face to face. Rook's eyes were pained, and frustrated. "I don't care if you were acting in vengeance for your "friend", and my enemy. Just take your stuff. Go. Leave me alone, cause me no trouble, and whatever you do..." She leaned down so she was eye level with Ashen. "...don't you dare lead that devious excuse of an angel to me." She hissed. With that, Rook backed up, and gave Avail a pat on the head, whispering a word of thanks.
|
|
Avail
New Member
Posts: 31
|
Post by Avail on Jun 4, 2014 11:32:07 GMT -6
Avail's head lowered lightly, his tongue flicking out as his head was pat, his tail wagged slightly as he sat there. He realized shortly that he'd become far to tame and snapped back to his protective positioning his body this time however getting up on all fours, he couldn't actually stand up in here lest he smash his head on the rafters or something. The lycan stared into the eyes of Ashen, his mouth pulled open his fangs showing, saliva wet his tongue as he looked at her.
He took a moment to speak, his words hidden from Rook, in a very primal beast language he spoke, it mostly consisted of him snarling at Ashen "You will not harm my pack again. I will hunt you down and one of us will no longer be among the living." His words finished he slowly walked between Rook and Ashen laying down once more his eyes never leaving Ashen, it had been awhile since he tasted cat, he wondered if Kintu tasted exactly like their animal counterparts, he hoped not, cat was far to lean for his taste much rather preferring meat that had some actual body to it, give him a cow over a fish any day he'd use to say.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ashen Windsong on Jun 4, 2014 15:53:25 GMT -6
Ashen remind frozen as Rook held the blade to her chin. 'if you kill me, i know i deserve it...but people will be after you, least let me warn them not to get you...' Ashen swallowed the air stuck in her throat, breathing a heavy sigh as the blade left her skin. memories flooded ashens mind, fists colliding with her flesh, blades slicing her skin like paper, fire enveloping her body in heat and pain. Rooks glare brought all of that into focus, as ashens breathed heavily. 'She is like my mother...her Hatred for me is like my mothers...'
Rooks words burned deep into Ashen, tears welled up in her eyes. 'i didnt want to...i didnt Mean to!! do you think i did this on purpose?' Ashen reminded still as her cloak and sword where dropped beside her. tears began to flow down her cheeks as she understood Avail threat. Ashen knew she had no right to be mad, hell she has been in the Dogs position herself..she acted the same as he did.
"i...i.." she muttered trying to find her voice. "i didnt do what i did on purpose..." her gaze looking toward rook. "i didnt come here for my things...i came here to heal you...i want to explain..." Her words here interrupted on occasion with hiccups as she tryed to steady her breath. which she was failing as the visions of her mother's rage continued in her mind, her head bowed again as her arm held herself. Ashen couldn't stop the tears flowing from eyes as she continued to bow her head to the floor. "what happened to you wasnt me, im so sorry. it was the curse, i know there is no excuse for my actions, But when i saw Drethiels dead body i got scared... he is the only one helping me with this Curse that is slowly draining my very life away. i wake up every day not knowing it was my last because of Maria..." Ashen dared to look up at rook then, knowing full well they had a similarity within there stories.
"Maria Darkrose is the one who cursed me and has been makeing my life help sense i was a kitten! you of ALL people should know this..." Ashens words slowly trailed to a quite whimper "the only difference is Dreth is helping me...not even because he has to but because he wants to, i know your enemies and i have never sent him here..." she continued to trail. "but Maria has been trying to make me her 'pet' sense before i could walk...and when Dreth was killed...the curse sensed my fear, and took over me...it wasnt me that hurt you...yes i was angry but i would never do that to someone" her words where still interrupted on occasion by hiccups of air.
looking down once more letting her head hang she began to plead. "please rook you know that wasnt me, please let me make it up to you some how, i want to be your ally not your enemy. Im so, so sorry." small puddles began to forms where her tears landed on the planks.
|
|
Thistle
Journeyman Roleplayer
ANGRY
Posts: 194
|
Post by Thistle on Jun 6, 2014 0:34:34 GMT -6
Returning from an unsuccessful research trip, sporting new injuries and scars, the Marshal of the Rosewood Basilica strode through the empty town, his legs weary, muscles throbbing. Pivoting sharply around a corner, Thistle saw the welcoming light of his church in the distance. le lengthened his stride, eager to rest his feet and muscles.
A strange smell reached the monks sensitive nose. Testosterone? And... Salt? Deciding that things probably weren't in the best shape in the basilica, he marched up the steps, confronting those at the door. Avail, protective, Rook, furious and the Silver Scale woman, Ashen, distraught.
"Oh." The monk stated, unsure of how to react.
"I'm home...."
|
|
Rook
Apprentice Roleplayer
Posts: 60
|
Post by Rook on Jun 9, 2014 1:59:41 GMT -6
Rook's anger began to fade, as she listened to Ashen's story. Every time Drethiel was mentioned in a positive light, she found it hard to believe that it was the same angel that made her life hell. But Ashen was right - Rook did know how it felt to be someone's puppet, and she had done her fair share of things that were against her morals, and will. Deep down in her heart, she knew the Silver Scale leader was sincere, and spoke the truth.
"...fine, fine. I accept your apology. Forgive me for being insensitive, I really should know better, given my situation. I am truly sorry to hear that Miara is putting you through pain and agony. Believe me, if I could help you in any way, I would. I would never wish possession on another. But please understand that I have no qualms about harming Drethiel if he is to harm me first." She frowned down at Ashen. "In fact, I'm so desperate to keep him away that I'm willing to give away my humanity to-" Rook paused.
Thistle the vampire monk stood in the doorway, confused and unaware of the situation. Oh, look. How convenient. Rook gripped her knife. A vampire. "Ah, yes. Welcome home, bloodsucker. Say, I have a favor to ask of you, and I would be the happiest green-haired abomination if you fulfilled my request." She spoke sweetly, failing to be charming in any way, shape or form. "I would be in your debt. Please hear me out."
|
|
