Raiha

[color=royalblue][i]Ranforne Drisvien of the Garden, otherwise known as Annúnwilyaien felt a stirring in the land. With practiced ease, she sank to her knees and tilted her head against the ground. The echoes and reverberations swiftly came to her, and she rotated her ear slowly, catching every sound. She straightened, her plain white tunic falling over her knees, and with her left hand she summoned forwards her staff. It pressed itself into her hand and she tilted it, resting against its smooth length.[/i] "So...Thingol...would you have me find you and show my loyalty?" [i]She smiled softly and raised her right hand up, calling a soft trill. Several small songbirds flocked to her palm, twittering and singing their replies. One hopped up her arm and rested next to her ear, clacking her beak against the simple looped earrings. She rested her talons on the serpent collar and chirrped.[/i] "You called?" "Yes......tell Thingol that his friend, the Istari Annúnwilyaien is coming to see him." "Of course." "May the grace of the Valar protect you. ....darkness is falling." [i]With a practiced flick of her wrist she sent the songbirds up into the expansive blue. Then Ranforne turned her head and stepped out onto the path, grass springing around her footsteps, butterflies pressing themselves into the prints she had already made. In her throat she could feel a song of spring coming on, and she let it come with deep strong voice.[/i] "In the cool eveningshade, A tilting comes, The earth changes before me, And the grass is seeding. Rising slowly, The sun brings, The warmth for life, To begin again.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Crystal shrieked with laughter and tilted her wings in flight. Rena smiled broady, baring her rapidly elongating fangs and spread her claws wide. Like a plane releasing it's bomb, Crystal swooped down and dropped Rena in the midst of the disgusting morass of scorpions.[/i] "Break a leg!" [i]Like a child who has just discovered the world is made of chocolate, Rena's whole being lit up. Leaping and bounding, she spread her paws, landing on the backs of the vermin before sinking her claws in deep and ripping out the guts....four at a time. One turned in its movement and menaced her, only to find its tail in her mouth, being snapped off by swiftly locking jaws.[/i] "GRAAGHH!" [i]Her mouth full of scorpion guts, Rena spat them out of her mouth, hitting several with her venemous saliva. In her element, Rena thrashed and bit and kicked and struggled, arching her back and contracting her stomach, limbs lashing out indiscriminantly. While the scorpions might have been large, Rena was larger, and far more enraged than they would ever be, even the ones she had trampled to death.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Now that she's awake, She leaves you, Far away from life, But far away from death. Suspended between, Reality and disbelief, You are in a place, That nobody can understand. Not numb, But not feeling, Just jaded, Like before. So stay and wait, For somebody else, To open your mind, To life and emotion once more.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]The presence that she was about to awknowledge had left her once more. Her shoulders slumped desparingly and she could hear the dull clinking noise of her manacles grating against each other. "I'm all alone..." Eschele sighed and looked down at her pale hands. They were growing thinner, her face was the same as it had been for years. She had not aged since she had been chained to the walls. That much she knew. The other angels saw her as an ageless child, and wondered when she would mature into full beauty. Probably not until somebody took the time to remove her locked mind. People always came to her, but she couldn't see them. All she could see was an empty hall with shadows playing with her mind, and voices echoing dimly. As if in a long narrow hallway. Bouncing in her direction, then passing her on. "....so quiet." Everybody passed her on nowadays. She didn't expect help, but for some reason, she wanted that presence to come back to her. He had warmed her. If it was a he. She had no real way of knowing. Eschele leaned her head against her knee and sighed once more. It was hopeless. Really it was. How long would it be before Apollyon came back to finish her off? Or would he let her live out her ageless days in solitude and pain? Hah, who was she kidding? Of course he would let her waste away. That was the way he worked. There was no other visible cure. "I am lost."[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Wake her, With a kiss, Then realize, What a mistake it was. She rises, Smiling so sweetly, Hands gripping, The staff of her heart. The magic, Turns against you, And you, Know what fear really is. Her eyes, Drawing you in, Captivating softly, And distracting from the curse. She utters, The darkened words, Then you, Fall to earth so completley.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She saw the cliffs loom on the horizon, and she smiled thinly. There was no way across.... ....that wouldn't take all day. At least for the mundane. As the crow flew....there was a very easy solution. Her feet barely touched the earth as she spread her arms and caught a breeze.[/i] "AEIN!" [i]Her entire cloak fanned out, turning into dark batlike wings...the membranes catching an updraft. Her back legs arched and fanned as well, turning to control her flight. She didn't look down, instead she moved her arms slowly, and she landed on the other side of the chasm, quiet and composed. There was no backstepping, no fear in her eyes. She looked forwards again, eyes narrowing as she sighted the trail one more time.[/i] ".....primary destination. Ford Blazenje."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Satell's body was in stasis. Her mind was not. She could see everything take place in swiftly taken photographs. A flash at a time, revealing the state of the ship and the state of the mortals inhabiting it. She could feel her own body press against the cool glass. In her minds eye, she could see her own hands pressing against the cool surface, her mouth opening in terror, her body arching in the confined space. "....I have to thelp them." And then a mocking voice, laughing hysterically at her. "You are powerless.... ...you're here. You're all alone. What's to stop me from killing them now that you're not there to attempt to protect them?!?" ".......I'm never alone." Her scream echoed through the entire ship, not the stasis pod but the Bladerunner itself. Her presence, not completely gone, still there.....and very much alive.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Name: Senrai Bahn Age: 17 Gender: Female Hometown: Windstill Town Hobbies: Tea ceremonies, Serving, Sculpting, and Dancing. Appearance: See attatchment. Personality: Calm and cheerful, she is both the light and warmth in Windstill town. When you're depressed, she'll listen to you and give you sensible advice. When you're in need of a good laugh, she'll tell you a joke. And when you need a good drink, she'll point you down the road to the tavern her father owns. Biography: Not only is she the daughter of the owner of the Windstill Tavern, she is also the entertainment. While her father mixes all drinks and serves them. she handles all imported goods including wine, beer, and tea. When the occasion calls, she will lead tea ceremonies and perform required spiritual rituals. The towns people almost revere her for thsi service, as it is not a common art. Once a year she heads Ice Sculpture competitions and more often than not she wins. Her skill with knife, spear, and pick might have something to do with it. As for performance, she has mastered several dance forms including the Wind and Willow style, made famous by Gion geisha and also Water and Leaf. These graceful art forms contribute to both her poise and physique, and are a source of great popularity. She's been called to entertain at many venues, but prefers to stay close to home.[/color]

[color=royalblue]You have no idea how much I want to gut you..... ....but I'll save it for the wedding night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Taking hands, Needful hands, Clasping them together, Holding them high. Turning slowly, Moving slowly, Across the floor, Gracefully standing tall. Laughing softly, Speaking softly, Together with you, In this room. Raising swiftly, Tilting swiftly, But keeping balance, And loving time.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Fine fine, I knew somebody would get confused sooner or later..... ...[this puts you in the same class as Chaos] ~~~~~~~~~ [i]The sidhe turned her face to the north, taking out her cloak and wrapping it over her armoured shoulders. Then she adjusted her facemask, tying it tightly against the cold, and then adjusted her tunic beneath the armour. As a final touch, she losened her sword in its sheath, then strapped it over her back for swifter access. Then, with an easy loping run, she took off down her own path, her body arching gracefully as she leapt over rocks....keeping her body moving with the same pace. As she ran, her eyes changed from the normal honey to silver, nd she began to find herself humming a song, which she gave herself over to completely.[/i] "Retrain Pleadies, Cross the side of Heavenlee, Find yourself, Somewhere else. Clasp your chest, Across your breast, For you, Are with the Dark Lasin." [i]As she sang, her gait increased, legs stretching out gracefully. The sky darkened with her movement, as she repeated the song in a high clear voice, comforting until you heard the words.... ....she smiled and continued her way forwards to the northland.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Satell rose to the challenge, her own body rippling unnaturally to reveal who she was.[/i] "Take a look into my own reality." [i]Her body wasn't quite as decayed, but it was still a skeleton as well... ...her skin hung almost artfully over her body, her face still intact save a bullet hole through the temple and a gash through her left thigh. He blinked and paused in his assult. She bared her own claws, which were far longer than his, thanks to feminine savagery. Satell arched her back unnaturally, then slashed forward. Her body gave off a surreal glow as she screamed with rage and let energy flash through her body and his. Her movement ripped a hideous gash through his chest, charged with energy, it went deeper than her natural talons would've allowed.[/i] "...you..." "Fucking undead bitch-ass? Yes... ...so what...go home to your mother." [i]He recovered and made a similar swipe at her, which she caught between her palms. With a simple crack, bend, and twist, she disconnected his arm from the rest of his body and slammed it into the bloodstained spikes. His scream matched hers in intensity. The onlookers winced as she impaled his chest and twisted viciously.[/i] "....you're in my territory..."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]She's quiet and calm, Blonde and slender, But definetly not weak, Smooth and shy. She's beautiful and succint, Cool-eyed and graceful, But always alert for, Any coming danger. She's my good friend, My younger sister, But wise beyond years, And any age. She's always good, Company for me, To laugh with, To love with. My Ahatti.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His eyes seemed very far away, but she knew he was simply contemplating his next move. Senrai slid her hand into his and looked with him. She knew where she was bidden to go... .....she was a child of the farthest north. There would be no point in plotting the path. Every fortress she knew of... ...and they would listen to her, especially when the most foolish of them looked into her eyes. She did not know how Draak would fare, but she knew their paths would cross again. Unseen by all but the sidhe and the Eru themselves, she could see the lines of the world criss-crossing over the land.[/i] "And here we go." "But we'll see each other soon. Same time." "Same place." "......yes....I suppose so." [i]He looked down at her, smiling slightly. She smiled back up at him, almost like a child, but definetly not one. He picked her up once more, hugging her goodbye. She placed her hands on either side of his face.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai looked up at Draak as he walked. He appeared to be deep in thought. And no wonder. They, who had been thrown together at the whim of their master, would soon be parted once more. She had grown to enjoy his strong quiet company, even enjoy it just a little. Without a single qualm, she took his huge taloned hand in hers and pressed it betweeen her own slender pale ones. He looked down at her, and paused. Senrai looked back up at him, her eyes shimmering slightly. He didn't smile, but was merely thoughtful in his regarding her. She looked into his eyes soulfully, then threw her arms around his body and hugged him to her.[/i] "It's not fair....we've just met." "But we'll meet again." "How long?" "Knowing our master...not long." "......alright." [i]She sighed and looked up at him, her body quivering with emotion. He picked her up tenderly, gathering her in his arms.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sam clasped her corpse to him, refusing to accept that she was gone. That she would never come back to him, that she would never speak to him again, laugh and love and live. Then the tears began. Blinding him, stinging his eyes with salt, that turned into blood, pouring from his body in a stream of agony.[/i] "TEX! ......NO!! ...don't...... .....don't leave me." [i]Satell dropped the hands from her grasp and looked at Sam, her vision penetrating the ship, and then she rested her gaze on Tex's body. Vincent, his spirit, circling over their heads, laughing happily. Like a child at play. Knowing that if he pulled the strings, the puppet would dance. Satell looked up, following a trail, then she grimaced in pain.... ..then screamed aloud once more. The spirit that was the darkness didn't move, merely laughed.[/i] "Come down here and tell me what you've done to her! RIGHT NOW! You're going to answer for the death of my friend!" "Why don't you make me you tempermental bitch?" "FINE!" [i]Satell's body seemed to slither, and she was about to rise when she checked herself, then slid back down onto her knees and slid her naked body against the wall.[/i] ".....mnmmm."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]All encompassing, In a world full of wet, Pounding, Pouring. Washing over, Around your soaking slender body, Dreaming, Dying. Then light, Registering on your delicate retinas, And, Amazing. You are, Back where you once started, Still, Showering.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]One of the older angels leaned down to Eschele, stroking her hand gently. Although she couldn't see the shackles holding her down, she could feel an outline of them as she touched Eschele's cool pale skin. She didn't stir, merely fluttered her eyelashes once or twice, then continued to stare blindly forwards. Alujah sighed, her long silver hair falling over both her own lithe body and Eschele's. Then she stood again, from kneeling against the block Eschele had inhabited for ages, and turned away. Icarium walked through the court, and upon seeing the very noble and formidible presence of Alujah, bowed slightly.[/i] "Hail Tai Alujah." [i]She smiled at him, almost bathed in mealoncholy and dipped her gown in a slight curtsy. Then she walked past him, speaking softly, as she usually did.[/i] "It's no use. ...but feel free to try. Heaven knows we've all had our turns." "Thank you." [i]She departed in a flury of silver and purple wings, and left Icarium to his own devices. He knelt next to her as well, taking her hands in his. Bringing them up to his lips and kissing her fingertips ever so gently, Eschele felt an odd warmth press itself against her. Her eyelids flickered ever so slightly. Icarium smiled and drew her hair back from over her eyes, flipping it over her ear. She didn't stir, until he put his hand on her face, his breath on her cheek.[/i] [/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Bow down, Before she who is your Mistress, Who holds the keys, And the leash. Connecting you, To her slender hands, That are beyond strength, And all reason. With a single tug, She makes you dip and sway, Down to your knees, Over on your back. And there is no escape, From she who calls herself, Your Mistress, Your Goddess. She who can not, Be broken by words, Nor actions, Nor feelings. And all she will do, Is control you, To give herself satisfaction, Because she is as broken as you.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her voice, which had been a steady cool controlled tone, was swiftly rising to the pitch of a howling wolf. Finally, she let lose with a scream that shook the ship once more, and the entity was forced to take a physical shape. The little girl, formed by the energy generated by Satell's rage. She looked up at the furious girl and sucked on her thumb. Satell bared her teeth, which were becoming fangs, and showed her claws. The little girl looked up at her with big innocent eyes, until the larger of the two opened her mouth.[/i] "Get.....out NOW!" "NO!" "EAGH!" [i]The little girl launched herself forwards, in a similarly feral condition. Satell caught her fists in her own comparably huge ones and swung her around, into the side of the wall. Just before she made contact, Satell blinked and the wall became a mass of deadly spikes. The girl connected with them, a sickening liquid sound filling the air as the blood spurted from her impaled body. Satell wrenched her off and slammed her against it once more, repeating the process until she was holding dismembered fists.[/i] "....you little bitch."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Liam strode in, followed by the rest of the group. He had his scope on, scanning the corridor with military presiscion. Bradley was about to go through when Zharra laced her arm around his, smiling sweetly.[/i] "Have I told you how wonderful you are?" "Not lately." "Oh.....we'll fix that when we're out of here." [i]She smiled up at him and they strode through together, Bradley propping the door shut behind him as an afterthought. Zharra slipped her slingblade from its sheath on her inner calf and balanced it between her fingers almost lazily. Bradley eyed it warrily.[/i] "What are you going to do?" "Wait for Liam to miss one."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sata threw up her arm to fend off a blow from Senrai's viciously tipped claws, only to find her jaws lock on it. She shook herself, struggling to free her impeded limb, only to find that Senrai's jaws had indeed locked, and she wouldn't let go until the arm was either disconected or her opponent died. She summoned up her strength and whipped the Ctarl-ctarl around only to find that the feline went with the movement, arching her body. As soon as her paws touched the ground again, she dug her back claws in and shook her head, shaking her opponent with it. Despite the weight of the bio android, Senrai was able to lift her up over her head, then slam her back into the ground. The concrete shattere beneath both her feet and the impact of the android hitting it. She growled around the limb in her mouth and sunk her claws into the torso. ......meanwhile Trace eyed his opponent and avoided them at all costs. To come between a lock-jawed Ctarl-ctarl was about as safe as painting himself red and throwing his body in front of a charging bull. Only the cat wouldn't be paused by any sort of bullet. [/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]The explination, That some have offered me, Makes a freaky sort of sense, But is still not right. The reason, That tortured love their torturers, Is becasuse they come to love, What can be depended on. Every day, The pain will come down, And they can always rest assured, That it will come again. So naturally, They love what they know, Will always happen again and again, Depended upon its terrible pain. And love, Becomes their own true desire, And the one who inflicts the pain, Becomes the object of desire.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai, filled with the dark energy she had never willingly let flow unhindered, was nearing a point of elation. Her body trembled at the power releasing itself, and she leaned against Draak for support. The darkness spread itself, then finally slowed to a dull throb. Then the power pressing her mind down faded ever so slightly, and she stood upright, Draak's hand still on her shoulder. Dark Lasin's voice was seductive, purring in her ear, giving her a twisted sort of lust. Words that nobody else could hear. "....you daughter, loyal to me.....I have a task for you." "Master...?" "Make Draak your own. Win his trust in you....it will be needed later." "....yes....I will obey you." "It would be nice. For the both of us." Her slight smile went unnoticed, and the light faded, and their master's voice bid them to go. Both Draak and Senrai obeyed without question, and turned their faces to the south, in the ever expanding darkness.[/i] "Are you ready?" "...ready."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She pressed her fingers to her lips and touched the stone reverently, feeling in awe at the presence in her mind. It was a crushing weight that held her imobile, but did not choke the life from her. She sighed and knelt, her head sinking to the floor along with her knees and hands. Draak was not as spiritually aware, therefore did not sense the growing power in the cavern, filling it with itself, enveloping the pair, shrouding everything in complete darkness.[/i] ".....master..." "Yes.....I am here." "You're going to reward us?" "My servents...my children....yes. You have served your purpose for now....that is good." [i]She raised her head, tears in her eyes. Her master's voice was sweetness itself to her, more than any other voice in the world. And the dark pool that was her mind mingled with his, giving her a feeling akin to sheer ecstasy. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster. Draak put his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. Her movement ceased and she tilted her head back, feeling an invisible hand run itself down the length of her stretched out body.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai looked up at the full moon, then back at Sata. Her energy level skipped a few beats, then began to throb through her body, pulsing with unhindered power. Sata did not attack all at once, but rather watched her opponent, who seemed to be gathering energy. Senrai slitted her eyes, the pupils shifting swiftly from normal, to feline. She took a running start, then launched herself upwards. As her feet left the ground, she shifted.[/i] "Mother moon, infinite....come to me now." [i]While she started running as a human, she hit the bio android dead on as a cat. In her ears, she could hear the dull roar of rushing wind, and across her body she could feel the movement of her fur, but all she could see was her opponent, bathed in red mist. It clouded over her eyes as a beserker fit took her over, and she savaged her opponent without discrimination or dissapointment.[/i] "Kreegahai!" [i]Her screech shattered eardrums and windows alike as she bared her iron tipped claws and lashed out.[/i][/COLOR]