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Post by Owlwing on Dec 17, 2008 19:41:16 GMT -5
It was as dark as the devils soul outside, the blizzarding rain made piles of black puddles that piled on the gravel, and dirt. The lightning shook the ground as it carried beams of light, and the thunder roared high above the sky. Mist, and fog covered the full moon that would have been shining brightly above the Earth's atmosphere. The stars would have been twinkling marvelously craddeling the moon in it's clutch, and rest on the black blanket that covered the sky. Instead the moon hid behind the sheet of fog, which was better, because that way Werebeast were not as strong. The howls of the beast moved with the stormy phase of the wind, and there footprints not far behing. Talking from another room distracted Christabella from the outside scene her attention had been focused on. She shifted her head to listen to what they said. Swiftly she twisted around heading to the other room, holding her hand tightly to her side making fists, digging her nails into her skin. When she reached the end of the hallway she turned into the small cozy room where the reat of the coven was. " The Werebeast are here, and want the cure, me and another will go down, and see Skye. The rest of you will stay here and prepare, I don't know what is going to happen but it will not be good." She said, waiting to see who would volunteer to go with her.
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 17, 2008 19:55:08 GMT -5
Lucan gazed deeply into the flickering flames, even though his body did not require the heat provided from it. His mind was as sharp as the evening rain, never once straying from his train of thought. the room was so ... humanlike. He made a mental note to change to his liking sometime. Without a sound, he rose from the soft, cushioned chair he had been resting in and moved over to lean on the pane of the darkened rain. Frost clung to the edges, and with a wipe of his arm, he could see outside once again. His eyes cut through the darkness to see huddling figures in the rain. Normally, the cold rain wouldn't bother this vampire. On most occasions, he would embrace the change after being pent up in that house for so long. Lucan listened intently as yet another howl cut through his momentary peace. As Christabella walked in, he snapped over in her direction, a long black cape flowing behind him. "Oh, what is it this time, Christabella. Surely noting should be so urgent to disrupt the evening, shouldn't it?" He grinned in an evilish manner.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 17, 2008 20:08:43 GMT -5
Christabella's head snapped over to see his smirking smile. "The werebeast are very strong and want the cure, not a time to start goofing off. I must go pay a little vist to are little friend Skye, If one of you want to join me be my guest. For the rest of you who stay the beast are gone for tonight, they can no longer be heard, but still be alert." She said angerly. "I have to go though the weather is deadly I should be fine." She took her cape, tied it around her neck, and put the velvet hood on. Her wings flew from her side, as she crouched ready to spring. "I am going to take off." She said softer.
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Post by Echostar on Dec 18, 2008 16:05:44 GMT -5
Cillian was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, his gaze fixated on the floor below him. It seemed to everyone else that he was not paying attention, as was their normal assumption, but in fact, Cillian knew more about what was going on than anyone else. His blank eyes flickered to where Christabella was standing. Though he could not see, he knew well enough that she was tense and agitated. She's worried about the wolves attacking. She knows we're not ready, but she doesn't care. She just wants the cure because she thinks having it will give her some power over the werebeasts. With one swift movement, he slid across the floor and stood by Christabella. "I'll go," he said simply. Everyone's eyes grew wide as Cillian stood there, his black coat slung menacingly over his shoulders. In another quick flash, he pulled his claws from one of the largest coat pockets and slipped them over his hands. Flexing his fingers, a small click was heard and the metal cinched into his skin. All of this, the moving, taking the claws out, seemed to happen in a split second. Cillian's cold gaze now rested on Christabella, who was getting ready to take off. He jerked his head toward the door and a second later he was gone.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 18, 2008 21:02:19 GMT -5
Christabella took off leaping up into the air, the chilly breeze felt good on her skin, and brushed against her cheeks, and through her hair. The rain grew heavy, but it did not bother her. She looked over to Cillian. She was glad Cillian came, the rest thought he was some useless blind vampire who did not always belong. She new he was much more he was very intelligent, and though he could not physically see, he could get around easier then the rest of use. He could not see so his other senses grew stronger, he could feel the vibrations of movments. Her head snapped away, the castle grew closer.
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Post by Echostar on Dec 19, 2008 15:38:39 GMT -5
Cillian lept up the side of the castle with ease and landed on the windowsill of the labratory. His head slowly moved back and forth, as if he were scanning the room with his eyes. He flicked his head back over his shoulder to see if Christabella had caught up with him.
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 19, 2008 17:29:53 GMT -5
Lucan still stood at the pane of the opened window, the cold hard rain whipping into the quiet room. Softly, he closed it, shaking his head slightly.Was it that hard to just walk down the stairs? He looked around with his cool eyes, mentally checking that he had his small knife before continuing. With a small bound, he was at the staricase and out of the room, sliding down the banister just for fun.Why get wet? He thought, walking towards the door and looking out yet another fogged up window. Even though the wasn't part of the action, Lucan just wanted to make sure that the Silver Rose Coven would not loose any more vampires tonight.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 19, 2008 19:51:54 GMT -5
Lucretia went up behind Lucan placing her hand on his shoulder. "What are we going to do, I mean we can't just sit around here, and wait for Christabella, and Cillian to come back. We have to be ready, and strong." She said waiting for him to turn around, and to respond.
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 19, 2008 20:59:54 GMT -5
"Sometimes the greatest strength is resistance," Lucan calmly spoke. "We can't just go rushing into things; we have to protect the coven. I trust that Christabella can handle herself, and I am more than postitive the Cillian can. We are strong, in our own way. The wolves are growing stronger every second. You're right. We do need to be prepared." With a sad tone, he continued. "We don't know what we're up against until those two come back."
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 19, 2008 21:07:19 GMT -5
Lucretia looked up at him, and slid her hand that was on his shoulder down his arm. "I can't tell you what we are up against, but I can tell you that it is not going to be easy at all, and that is what I am worried about. It scares me, I don't want the coven to die, I don't care much about me, but not them. They are more important, they should not die." She said frowning.
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Post by Saberstar on Dec 25, 2008 19:37:07 GMT -5
Panting echoed through the forest as Giersha sprinted toward Callarmine castle, her bow slew over her shoulder a deep gash running through her ribcage and shoulder. Her phoenix red hair gleamed in the silver light that splashed the leaf buried ground, bright blue eyes pierced the shadows. She grasped her shoulder as blood seeped through her cape, a soggy, sticky feeling flowing through her fingers. She approached the door slamming her fists desperately, a tear rolling down her face. "Lucan!!!" she screeched in pain.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 27, 2008 12:24:50 GMT -5
Lucretia took her hand off Lucan's arm, and rushed over to help Giersha in. "Giersha what happened? Are you okay?" She asked wrapping her arm tightly around her waist. She was worried for her answer, she was very torn up, and she was worried about what took place in the forest, or wherever she was. She help Giersha over to Lucan. " Lucan take Giersha ." She said handing her over to him. She quickly ran down to some storage in the bottom floor rushing through all the crap that was stored here. Hmm.......we really need to clean this up..... Awha." She said with a little smile, which soon faded, she hurried and scooped up, tweezers, alcohol, Hydrogen peroxide , providone-iodine, gauze, Bacitracin, and rushed through the halls back upstars. She ran into the kitchen, and grapped a piece of cloth. She stuck it under the sink, and wet it ,and squeezed it out till it was only damp. She quickly ran back to the room she had left Giersha , and Lucan in. Hmm.... I need somthing to put her on. She looked at the nearest thing in sight a long couch, with a head rest pucked up at the end, and no back. she went behind the couch, and kicked it forward, until it landed in front of her. "Okay give me her." S said and took her from Lucan, helping her onto the couch, and turning her onto her back. She took off her cape, and tore her shirt, trying to make sure the shirt did not stick to her back. The blood acted like glue, she tried not to hurt her best she could. she left the front part of her shirt on. She first started to put pressure on the back wound to try, and stop the bleeding. Lucan stood over the couch watching her, and she new he was wondering to. "What happened?" She demanded.
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Post by Saberstar on Dec 27, 2008 14:40:26 GMT -5
Geirsha howled as pieces of fabric slid into the huge clawmarks that seared her ribcage and severe her shouler, Tears poured from her face, the pain was unbearable and Lucrieta removed her shirt from her back, hatched with small scratched and short, open wounds. "My, my patrol was attacked, Zara's gone mad! We fought with what we had, which wasn't much, but we couldn't...we..." she stopped as another wave of pain racked her spine. "I'm the only survivor. They headed towards the Rogue castle, and then I black out...I let them die, I let them all die!" she screamed, slamming her fist on the window ledge as she lay on the couch. A black tear streamed from her face. "It hurts so bad..." she gasped as the rest of her shirt was removed.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 27, 2008 15:07:09 GMT -5
Lucan new it was not going to get better the pain was going to get alot worse. I have to stop the pain numbing it will take to long, and will not last as long as I would like. Hmmm....... maybe I should put her to sleep that may work for a couple hours, I hope I have some Insomnia left. "Everything is going to be alright ignore the pain, it is going to stop soon, I just have to go get something." she said rushing downstairs, and luckly finding some Insomnia, and a needle and thread. She will definitely need stitches, ALOT! She rushed back upstairs. "Rest Geirsha." She said giving her the Insomnia, she went into a deep sleep. She new the bleeding would not stop soon, but the wound was still dirty so she could not stitch her yet. She took the tweezers, and dipped them in the alcohol, and began to clean the wound picking out the dirt. When she was done she cleaned the wound with Hydrogen peroxide, and providone-iodine. After that Lucretia stiched it up and put a coat of Bacitracin on it, then wrapped it in gauze. When she was done with that she did the rest of the cuts on her body, when she finished everything she carried Geirsha up into her room. Lucretia changed her into something else, and through what she was wearing away. She laid her on the bed, and waited for her to wake
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 27, 2008 15:48:16 GMT -5
Lucan caught Geirsha in his outstretched arms as Lucreita dashed up the stairs, gazing down at the deep wounds, somewhat glad that he had not been on that doomed patroll. WHen she came back, arms full of different bottles, he held her steady as she administered the treatment.Momentarily pausing, Lucan gazed at the cracked window pane that Geirsha had pounded on in her outrage. Hey,he thought. I don't want to have to fix another window.. Or deal with the coldness from the outdoors. THe werewolfs are getting stronger, no doubt about it. But what do I do? A small pool of dark crimson blood was pooled on the edge, reflecting the light. Wiping it away with his sleeve, Lucan looked around the deserted room, the shadows of the day still hanging.
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