Raiha

[color=royalblue]She's playing in my bedsheets, Curling her tiny fingers around the cotton, Laughing at her own game, Peek-a-bo with the reflection of the mirror. And I'm a sucker for it, How lame can I get? No worries because she's my baby, Sistren but then so much more to me. There's very little to stress over, Something soothes me, When I see my baby sister, Playing in my bedsheets.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Shrai'i tapped on his door quietly, and he opened it to find her in her bare feet and a slightly damp towel. Her hair hung down her back in long smooth ropes and he looked slightly bloodshot. Like he was having trouble breathing. He pulled her in and shut the door behind him. He sat down on the bed and waited.[/i] "....they think I'm running away." "Are you?" "....no." [i]He was about to ask her why, when he saw her slide across the floor and sit down next to him. Her hands rubbed his shoulders and his back, digging in the fingertips and nailpads. His eyes closed slowly.[/i] "I have no future either way."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She purred low in her throat and watched him approvingly. He was tall. That was a plus. He carried a sword. That was another plus. Although....his outfit didn't afford quite the same sort of movement she could get out of hers. He eyed her quietly and she watched him through thick lashed eyes. He then rested his eyes on the blade in her lap. She shifted her grip, allowing him a view of the steel leather bound handle. Her voice was very soft once more, lower than before. So soft infact, that only he could hear it. Sotto voce.[/i] "What's your name?" "Damien. And yours?" [i]Her eyes shimmered softly in the pale lighting. And when she spoke he caught a flash of silver from her tongue.[/i] "Zharra Dominae Hanani. Call me Zharra. If you will."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra waited patiently in her black leather and silver greaves. Her sword was wrapped carefully and held in her long slim arms. The door was opened for her by the chauffer. She smiled sweetly in response and slid onto the black leather. Instantly, she found herself staring into the eyes of a huge hawk. She hissed at it, and bared her teeth. It clucked softly and fluttered its wings against it's master's shoulder. The Hanani girl smiled softly and set her blade across her lap. The car rolled on silently and she noticed the woman sitting in the next seat. She could've spoken, or given some sign of recognition, but instead, she chose to stare ahead quietly and not let her eyes blink. The Tristae girl was quiet, knowing that her brevity was worthwhile. There would be others. The e-mail had said so.[/i] "....life is strange." [i]She spoke with a quiet longing. As if she was searching for the answers. The woman with the animals gave her an odd look.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Even if you did, Elizabeth Dominae would hunt you down, and my father, and my sistren. You would never be safe again." "So why do you offer your trust so freely to me?" [i]Her eyes sparkled softly and she smoothed the hair from his face with the pads of her fingers.[/i] "Because your soul is not one tainted by bloodlust and hatred. You appreciate living and time for what they are. And that is very rare." "For a leech like me...you're saying." "Yes. But I don't hunt my prey, I let them come to me. You, I found myself." [i]She pressed herself to him, hands locking around his back, breath on his torso. Marcus sighed and held her closer.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Kell Chi-Rho Age: 19 Race: Human Weapons: Cherrrywood stave, also sometimes uses her two daggar/hairpins laced with laburnum oil. Outfit: Long black shawl, sometimes used to channel her magic through, form fitting tunic, and black leather boots. In the way of jewelry, she keeps the usual assortment of silver pendants and earrings and chokers. Magic: Three starter spells, as perscribed by the great Mystical Man Gavyn himself. Divining Eye: Gives her supernatural sight, to peer into the soul and mind of any mortal, or partway immortal. Lord of Nightmares: Just what it sounds like. Ignious Toreno: The generic looking fire blast. Appearance: see attatched picture. Hair is dark brown, eyes are silver when using magic, honey when not. Skin is as pale as it looks, but not lacking lusture. Occupation: Dancer; She dances for money when the times are tough, but otherwise does very little other than leech off her uncle. Description: A wanderer by nature, usually kills small animals for fun. J/k. Actually, she's very sweet and kind, but when she dosen't know, or doesn't trust you, you'd have more luck talking heart to heart with a rock. She can be cold and uncarring, but actually hates showing her soft interior. So....you'd be better off contending with her sarcasm than to do little else. History: She was born to a rather well to do family and was also initiated in the secret rites of the Tristae witches when young. This marked her as a holy assassin for life, although she is far more comfortable doing what she loves best, and that would be work her magic quietly. She specializes in sublte skills, but has the power for devastating blows. This makes her extremely good for defensive and offensive magic. Her defenses are generally very good, and she's a fast learner. As for her wandering, she'll take any job that comes her way, provided it suits her interests. If she were to meet up with the staff holder, it would finally give her life some Direction and Purpose. Which would be something she's been lacking up till now. Likes: Walking in the rain, calm quiet peace, white wine, and twilight. Dislikes: Noisy men, boistrous crowds in smokey pubs, bad beer, and blinding sunlight. Style: Sarcastic and witty by nature, has no visible accent. But can speak in an archaic form of Crystaline.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple][i]She didn't call back. I knew she wouldn't. I give up. So maybe our friendship is over. We were so close once. Maybe when she gets her act together, she'll call. Wishful thinking. She's not going to call me. What's the point? I give up. She's out of my hands. The phone rang. I let it ring. Too late. Wasn't for me anyways. After the whole damn summer and then some, she IMs me.[/i] Eve: Hey, how have you been? [i]Oh just dandy, seeing as how you've just popped in for no damn good reason.[/i] Grace: Good. Ronnie's healthy and Chris's cuter than ever. And I have blackmail pictures of you that you'd kill me for. Eve: I will catch up with you later, just wanted to say hey. and i love ya, thanks for the 411. [i]The what now?[/i] Grace: Unhuh. Eve: What? [i]Ignore it.[/i] Grace: Nothin' Eve: Oh no, I'm screwed. [i]It's all in how you look at things Eve dear...[/i] Grace: Yes you are Eve: Show me later. Grace: Muahahahaaha. Eve: Okay then. Lets get together sometime. Love ya. g2g bye. [i]I feel so useless.[/i] Grace: Uh, yeah. What you said. Bye.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She came from nowhere it seemed, and before he could blink, her slender, long fingered hands were holding his in her own. He was very quiet, lost in his own tragedy, until he felt them raise to be kissed by her lips. Warmth, flooding fom her mouth, pressing against his ivory skin. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. Zharra smiled softly and put her arms around him, resing her head on his chest. He stared into space, and then she pulled him up into the main room. The sun had just barely set, and the twilight had taken over. She was dressed in her lingere, and a pale silver nightgown she had found in the closet. He smiled back and ran a h and through her hair. Marcus could see her eyes, showing depth of character he would've never thought possible for a mortal. But he had to remind himself, she was closer to his level than to a humans.[/i] "Don't be sad please." "Why do you think I'm sad?" "I saw you in my mind's eye. Your dream was the soul of sorrow." [i]His eyes widened slightly, then closed slowly again. Unless she was the watcher he thought she was...how could she see into him so clearly?[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Well, it depends on how long I've been somewhere. I spent some time in Georgia with family friends, and after three days, I had a southern drawl. And then on the UK trip, I stayed with a family in Nuneaton.... as in Midlands. While spending time with their kids, I must say the Midlands accent came with absolutely no effort. Minor drawback is that nobody save English people could understand me. And then because the group I stayed with after that were all from the deep south and Africa, I began speaking a Midlands accent with a southern drawl, and a touch of Afrikaans. I think there's something wrong with me.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Heard it, had to write it all out. Everyone knows it's true. Nature Boy: There was a boy, A very strange enchanted boy, They say he wandered very far, Very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad in eye, But very wise was his mind, And then one day, One magic day, He passed my way. While we spoke of many things, Fools and kings, This he said to me, The greatest thing you'll ever know, Is just to love and be loved in return.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Shrai'i Kell Megelani Age: 28 Gender: Female Specialty: Linguist; speaks German, English, Chinese, Latin, French, and Spanish. Description: see attatchment. Bio: She was informed of the job through her superior, who has great faith in her abilities. Mostly because she can adapt to almost any situation and come out on top. This will prove to be no different for her. At least that's what she tells herself to feel better. She isn't afraid of dark places, but in crowds, she gets very claustrophobic. If you think you can tango with her, prepare for a nightmare or two. But in all actuality, she's very professional.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena's eyes dialated and her teeth bared uncontrollably. She dug her claws into the stone floor, gouging several cracks deeper.[/i] Rena: Bastards. Doseta: It appears we underestimated them. Alaris: They sold us out then. Rena: They have a great deal to gain. Doseta: Indeed. Although we were hardly unkind to them. Rena: Apparently, we have something lacking that the humans posess. Ben: What would that be? [i]She looked towards the entrance and waited patiently.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shrai'i Kell Megelani trailed him, who was trailing another, with perfect acuracy. Manipulating the feeling around her, she shadowskipped with great satisfaction. He paused in his chase, folding his wings about him losely. She laughed with pleasure and he automatically turned to face her. The dark fae smiled sweetly and curled her own wings around her back. They were oddly shaped, like a butterfly's, but that wasn't possible. Unless... Her smile drove that thought from his mind. She took a few steps forwards and kissed her hand, blowing the symbolism to him. He started, and she spun around, then landed again.[/i] "Why are you following me?" "Why are you running?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well, I must admit that I have always had a closeness to large cats of any type. Upon further investigation, involving asking several aquaintences and friends, they all conclude one thing. I am a tiger. Which is something I already knew...it is my zodiac sign and my absolute favorite animal of all time. Valick anyone? Aaaaanyways yes. My spiritual, zodiac, and favorite animal is the tiger. Specifically the Siberian tiger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Zharra Dominae Hanani Age: 26 Sex: Female Race: German/Chinese/Japanese Religion: Taoist Bio: Unlike the family before me, I am a warrior, and intend to fight with whatever is given. My Taoism gives me the time to go with the flow, and it is this flow that I base my life upon. I know I am different, and that makes waves. But by being different, I will change the course the water must run. Description: see attatchment. Misc: The daughter of a bastard tengu spirit and a terrorist, I am she. Cursed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sat up in bed, chest uncovered, hair trailing down her back. Either she was dreaming, or he was more of a trip than she had percieved him to be. It had been awhile, and she wasn't really in desperate need of more sleep. She rose to her feet, bare toes grasping at the thick carpet. She ran her fingers through her hair once, then slid back into her lingere, before padding out the door silently. The sun was slowly rising, she could see the red glow through the curtains. Like a little girl, she curled up in the leather chair and drew her du-vay around her body. Then she closed her eyes once more and was content to simply listen to the sounds of both fire and sun. Sounds she hadn't listened to in ages. It was tireing, but she didn't mind much. He was asleep, and she had many hours to wait until he was up again. The poor tortured soul. A vampyre for so long, with Kain to come back and haunt them both. Fortunately....Elizabeth Dominae's line had survived the brutal assult by becoming invisible. Either that, or there was some way they did it that was never mentioned to her. She mused inwardly, letting her chakras slow down for awhile....before bringing them back up to full power once more. [/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Luyii put on her black racerback shirt and dark blue flares. With practiced ease, she snapped the clasp of her beaded choker, and inserted the six silver earings that had become her trademark. With the skill of a fashion goddess, she did up the clasps on her leather boots and headed for the door. Juu engaged the security system behind her and waved. She took the elevator down and hailed a taxi. The driver gave her the 10 o'clock salute and took her to the destination specified. She got out and slipped a twenty into his shirt pocket. He nearly fainted, and she smirked to herself. The tall slender female climbed the stairs to the main buildling, entered, and gave the guards the look. They led her up to his office, opened the door, and ushered her in. He wasn't around, but she knew he would be shortly. Luyii sat herself on his almost empty desktop, removing her shirt, and shoes. Then she rolled over, giving the entire world a lovely view of her black bra and bare feet. Didn't matter anyways. Did it?[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She removed her scarf, the black beads clinking rhythmically. Then she folded it with careful movements and set it down on the dresser. Next went her silver earings, all six of them, and her choker. Her silver chain belt was removed, along with the goddess sword and scabbard. She slipped out of her pants and shirt, then removed her chamisole. From the other room, she could hear his slow steady breathing, and even smell his stress. She shook her head, letting her thick brown hair cover her body. With delicate fingers, she picked up a silver comb and ran it through her hair. One hundred strokes later, she set it down and drew back the silken du-vay. It beckoned, and she answered. Feeling like a little girl, she slipped in and curled up, drawing the sheets to her face.[/i] "....good night." [i]He stirred in his rest, and she projected the image of herself to him. Delicate and pale, curled up, unclad, and fragile. Marcus stood and debated walking in. But she was already asleep. He could see her through the mirror. She looked almost human, but her skin had taken on a decidedly Lycan sheen.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I must admit though, some of them are slightly cliche. Mainly because love is written about so often, it becomes a sort of..."oh, another sappy love story, nah, not interested" sorta thing. Broken love stories make me mad, so I won't bother showering you with biased criticism. Although I do like the fact that you have flowetry.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]For the first time, Zharra raised her eyes up to look at the moon. He pulled on her arm urgently but instead of moving she shuddered. Then it was too late. Her back arched and the scarf slipped from her head to her shoulders. He stared, uncomprehending, and then his eyes widened. Her Tristae self had glorified, and the scent of witchblood permeated the air.[/i] ".....he is weak." "He won't be for long. Let's make the best of it." [i]Zharra let her mind drift back to rationality and followed Marcus with long powerful strides. Obviously, she wasn't the type to faint gracefully into her hero's arms. The two stopped several miles away, and he supported her arm gallantly.[/i] "....rest."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]No, you simply lack moderation. I've always liked anime, but I never let it completely control my life. An easy way to save money: Let your friend tape all of them for you, especially when you don't own a TV, and then go to her house and watch them all night long. It saves time, it saves money, and there's no comercials. When you do things by halves, you suddenly have more time, and when you simply enjoy anime for what it is, you suddenly have more to do. It's just easier to chill and go with the anime flow, then madly rush around watching everything new. For example: I have Princess Mononoke, a gift from a friend, and people still want to borrow it. And my other friend has Arika, and I'm still borrowing it. ....and still another has the entire Slayers Box set. Soooooooo.....yeah. We make a little anime go a long way.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Think happier thoughts. Don't focus on how awful you were, the only people who notice are the....um....ones that matter. Scratch that. Anyways, just think about having a good time, it'll be over before you blink, and the party you'll have afterwards. And, as they always say, Break a leg![/color]

[color=royalblue]OO OO! Pick me! Pick me! Oh pick me! Anyways yes. I did alot of musical theater back "in the day." I was a man and a woman, coincidentally. In Fiddler on the Roof. I danced, sang, and was generally a filler. But in next year's play: "Joeseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" I had FOUR HUSBANDS! There was my first one, but he got relocated to another wife [we were precious commodities]. And then my second one was never there for practices, so I had the understudy husband. And then there was Pharoh. But everyone was married to him. Anyways yeah. Those were the two major plays. I've also been in several Spirit Skits for school, competitions, and that sort of junk. It helped that I was in a really high end choir for awhile. But now I'm usually cast as a dancer of some sort. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, it saves time. But not costume changes.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She grabbed him by the collar and jerked him to his feet, with a strength from her Lycan side. He gasped for air and nearly collapsed against her. She put her arms around him, keeping him from swaying from side to side. He shook his head, trying to clear the vision. It was both disgusting and nervewracking. How could he not see it coming? Zharra sighed softly and pressed her fingers to her throat. The wound knit itself back together and she felt his face. His cheeks were flushed, brilliant from the blood he had recently consumed. Not much, but enough to give him a swift burst of insight, and then searing pain. She shook her head back and looked him in the eye.[/i] ".....I saw him from far away. He doesn't know what I am yet." "He will come to destroy and banish. You might be killed." "I know. I don't mind much though. If I die, the entire Lycan pack will try to hut him down." [i]She smiled softly and rested her cheek on his own shoulder. Light and soft, but still painful.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena came to life slowly, aware of the pain in her neck from being darted. And also the agony of being held firmly with a gun to her head. Instinct cried out for her to maul his face, but better judgement forced her to remain very still, with her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She could move.....but it would spell a very ominous five letter word for all of them. Instead, she was dropped unceremoniously to the ground and knelt next to. She knew her time had come. And opened her eyes. The gun was pressed to her temple. She let her eyes half slit and released the intoxicating sense of pheremones....ones she knew he could pick up. Along with the shark, Ben, and Xythe. Her breath came faster and her cheeks flushed, and she seemed to be apprehensive.[/i][/COLOR]