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Post by AARON GIORAN on Jul 7, 2011 3:01:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: 1px dotted #3b607f; border-top: 3px solid #3b607f; border-bottom: 3px solid #3b607f; padding: 20px; text-align: center;][bg=c9c7be] I WILL burnmydread I ONCE RAN AWAY FROM THE GOD OF FEAR AND HE CHAINED ME TO DESPAIR
after he said those words, everything seemed to fall apart. this was not what he wanted. Why, why was this happening? Even worse when he wasn't ready for such things. Of course the first thing that popped into both of their minds was that there was an enemy in his home. After all, who else would be sneaking around this late? If it was an este, they just had to come through the front door. He always let them in. He had too much room after all. So, why not offer it ? Sure he got a little touchy when they abused that but normally he was didn't careless.
At the sight of Callan's change of looks and attitude something made Aaron do the same. He forced his headache to subside. It was still there and he could feel it, but he didn't have time for it right now. If it was an enemy he couldn't show weakness. He wasn't ready for a fight, but he had to. He felt callan shift underneath him standing up and pulling him up with him. His body was still a little shaky and Callan quickly steadied him. His eyes however didn't seem to be concentrating on him, instead it was probably on the noise. His eyes focused on Callan as he spoke.
WHAT?! Did he think he was going alone? He was being an idiot! He was his guard yes, but he shouldn't be so reckless. "CALLAN! STOP, WAIT!" he called. The boy didn't listen to him and instead seemed to disappear up to the next floor. GOD DAMN IT! This was not good and he was not ready for a fight. Callan couldn't do this alone though. However, if he was within Callan's range... SHIT! He couldn't use his illusion's with Callan so close, which meant physical strength. That would of been just dandy if Aaron hadn't been completely weak right now.
Aaron growled but let his staff appear in his hands this one real. He made sure of it. The only thing was.. if whoever this was caused damage to it... No, he couldn't think of that now. Callan could be in trouble. Aaron was not about to let him get hurt, not now. Not after what had just transpired. He couldn't he just couldn't. He would deal with that situation if and when that happened. For now he just needed to move. Regaining his balance he rushed after Callan. He was slower than normal, so Callan got ahead.
When he started to hear clashing noises he sped up considerably. He couldn't fall behind not now. He pushed himself until he was on the same hallway as him. The attackers back to him. Callan was fighting a sword verses a knife. He was not going to win. Aaron rushed forward his unnatural speed kicking in. When Callan rolled out of the way he saw the mans sword cut through the wall. His chance! Aaron jumped into the air spinning his staff before coming down with the spiked end coming straight down on him as his red eye stopped glowing.
That meant it was happening. Callan was to close.. no more illusions. To bad, Aaron didn't know who this man was. If he had, he may of planned things a little differently. TAGGED Callan THEME I'm gone CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE! |
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Post by RUSSELL CROWE on Jul 9, 2011 1:41:17 GMT -5
the hawk perched on the dead tree's branch. the bird planned to stay undisturbed and watched the scarce grounds for any flesh movement that could indicate dinner. the hunter too planned to not disturb the hawk. he had already reached for his handy not pad and started the sketch the creature. his pencil scratched onto the thin white paper, whirling and dashing along the surface. russell straddled on top of a jet black quarter horse the rancher a few miles back allowed him and his followers to borrow. the horse shifted it's weight from one set of hooves, onto the other. the sun bearing down on them felt warm thanks to the light breeze that slithered among the air like a rattle snake, it's rattle being the rustling of leaves and bushes. he managed to finished his sketch, now simply signing it. he heard a fellow hunter walk his house up the dirt hill toward him, but he didn't bother lifting his eyes to him. "the hunters are ready and waiting for further commands crowe." the raspy voice belong to landon kingston. a trusting hunter that's been by his side since he saved the young hunter's life a couple years back. russell noticed the hawk had few off the branch. he glanced up into the blue sky to see the hawks wings find against the wind before gliding across the sky on the wind currents. russell still avoided making eye contact with landon. he gently dug his heels into the horse, letting the creature know to begin walking. the horse obeyed his command and walked over to the tree where russell placed the small sketch of the bird onto the tree in the exact location the hawk had been perched. let's go. he steered the house down the dirt hill and to the awaiting hunters. landon walked his brown horse up to the tree and silently observed the picture a moment before catching up to russell.
"the targets are on the move due east of our location," landon informed him briefly. "it's a small group of seven, sir. nothing we can't handle." russell smiled a little,never said you couldn't handle this, landon. landon frowned, turned his horse to be reflecting the hunter leader's horse. an attempt to keep their small conversation private. "then why do you insist on coming along?" russell's smile never faded. he didn't answer landon, and walked his dark horse around his to speak to his man. be sure to watch one another's backs. with that he kicked his horse, which reared back on it's two legs before colliding back down onto the ground and digging it's hooves into the dirt- galloping down the dirt road. the hunter soon followed his lead. the leader split from his group, slowly his horse to let them pass while he raced his horse up a hill, to watch from above and come into the battle only when absolutely needed. his men came pouring onto the small group of demons in seconds. obviously once the demons saw the hunters they did a number of things. at first they tried to coward away. though they soon discovered they had no choice but to fight for survival. one turned and enlarged his body, becoming much larger than before. this didn't bother russell. he didn't budge. he continued to observe.
crimson painted the dirt ground now. the hunter came out victorious, but with a few sacrifices. russell noticed though that one demon had survived a blow and slowly tried to crawl to safely. he parked his horse near the sight and jumped off his horse. landon had already stopped the demon and used a shotgun to shoot his hand- practically shooting it off. "where do you think your going, demon?" crowe stopped in front of the weak and now helpless demon. long time, spike. i assumed the likes of you would have moved out of the country after our first encounter. russell drew his sword, raised it just under the demon's chin. ready to tell me exactly where i can find your leader? the demon grit his teeth, but gave into him. informing him information that should never slip from a demon's tongue. "i can live right...? i told you-" russell drew the sword from the demon's chin. as if retreating it, but he didn't. no one likes a snitch. with one swift move, he decapitated the demon.
and here the hunter stood. entering into the este leaders home as his own army. clever to know that one man could sneak through enemy territory unlike an army. fortunately for the este demon leader, his goal for the night wasn't to kill him. but to talk. leader to leader. or maybe that's just what he wants you to think.
he caught the demon leader in the corner of his good eye. a small smirk pulled on the corner of his lips. he adjusted his hold on his sword, swiftly taking it from the wall and using it to block the demon's attack. though his attacked appeared flawed. the leader grasped the este leader's throat in mid air and slammed him onto the floor, pinning his there by his throat with one hand while straddling his waist. he noticed the young demon, callan, jump up and race over to tackled him to the floor. but russell swung his sword slightly along his side, and toward his back until the end froze before the young demon's face. now that i have your attention. we need to talk.
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Post by CALLAN O'CONNER on Jul 9, 2011 21:29:05 GMT -5
why would the leader be here? shut up- obviously an option would be to kill the leader of the demon este and make the demon's and even werewolves be even more shaken by his presence. however if that had been his goal, why not kill the leader now? why even make a noise, show himself to callan, and waste time to ask the boy if he'd seen aaron? it didn't make sense. his eyes narrowed, did he have an alternate plan to coming here? surely the hunter had a plan and didn't come here blindly.
his attention found aaron, who leaped into the air and readied his weapon, coming down with it toward the hunter. but as soon as his attack strengthened, it falters. callan's eyes widened,aaron!
[/color] no! it was him- it was his fault his illusions faltered. damn it! he definitely felt like the burden now. he sat up, helplessly forced to watch the hunter grasped aaron's throat and pin him to the ground. anger built in callan gut. he grit his teeth, his brows furrowing. he didn't like the hunter straddling aaron in the least. he pushed off the ground, racing to take the hunter down. but the hunter saw him coming and swiftly sliced the air with his sword in callan's direction. the young demon froze, with the sharp end of the sword centimeter's from his face. his eyes had widened to the sword, before his eyes narrowed and he grit his teeth. clearly mad at himself just as much as the hunter before him. "...we need to talk." what!?[/color] that caught callan slightly off guard. talk? what the hell would the hunter want to talk to aaron about? callan's mind raced, he didn't understand what was happening. the leader of the hunter's who's sworn to rid the word of everything supernatural- has the leader of the demon's at his mercy and doesn't take his life!? callan then pushed the pondering aside and knew he had to get far enough away for aaron to use his illusions. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]
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