Knuckles

Cain moved to the edge of the croud and placed a hand on one of the guy's neck. He moved his hand to the side, which snaped the man's neck in two. He lifted the dead corpse into the air. It hung there limply. He pulled back. "Heads up!" He yelled as he threw the dead body into the others. It created a path to Jura. The dead body had knocked people down and sent others flying. Cain slowly walked down the path to her. When he reached her, he unsheathed his double bladed sword (a sword with a blade on each side of the hilt). He held it up as the path closed. The sword turned black, as a black mist emited from his hand. It was shadow. He swung hard as they charged. A black wave threw them all back. "Are you afraid to die? You wont if you trust me."

He sucked softly on her chest as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He pulled down her pants then took them off, along with her panties. They made amazing love into the night...

He smiled as he heard the lock. He slowly slid his hands up her shirt, pulling it up. He kissed up her stomach to her chest. He softly caressed her chest with his lips. He lied on top of her, him between her legs.

He sat beside her on the bed. He stared at her, his eyes moving up and down her body. His heart was beating emensely at this moment. Hishand lightly touched her stomach as he leaned over her. He pressed his lips against hers. "That was a nice interuption, didn't you think?" He smiled as she opened her eyes. He lightly slid his fingers across her stomach.

He pulled her tightly, kissing her passionatly. He wrapped both arms around her. As he released he smiled. "Wow..." He swallowed. Butterflies filling his stomach. "Amazing..." He kissed her again holding her gently, yet tight.

"I'm helping you because I choose to. All things in life are made from choices. I... I... Like you. That is why I help." He pulled her close, pressing her softly against him. "I am not use to actually talking to women... let alone one as beautiful as you. I just want to say sorry for last night. I liked it, but... I shouldn't have done that while you were in the state you were in. Forgive me..." He looked deep into her eyes.

He laughed and picked her up slowly. He lied her down on her bed and wondered if he should undress her to her shirt like she said... But his mind said it wasn't right. He lied a sheet over her, kissed her forehead, and walked over to the window. He slightly opened the window. He moved back to his corner and sat down, touching his lips. He began to talk to himself. "That was pretty low... I didn't even think about it... She probably wont even remember it when she wakes up anyway... Damn... It was nice though..." He smiled and leaned up against the wall. He decided to watch over her all night. And that is what he did.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close. He smiled. "Would you like me to help you get ready?" He leaned forward slowly. His eyes moving back and forth across her face, as he moved forward. He lightly pressed his lips to hers. He then pulled away, blushing. He smiled as he brased himself to be slapped. "I...I...ummm..." (Srry It's short again)

"The names Cain... Cain Exodus." He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He shook his head. "As for being popular, no I'm not. I don't talk to many people. I am alone in this world. That's the way it is. You need to get some sleep.." When she said he wanted to assassinate her, his eyes stared into hers. He moved close to her. "If I was to kill you, I already would have." He pulled the bottle out of her hands and set it down. "No more. Sleep is all you need. You cant even drink...." He got right infront of her, almost touching. He looked deep into her eyes. "I hate Chimera...." He picked her up and lied her on the bed. "Sleep....." He gave her a wierd look as she just laid there. "Can you undress yourself? Or are you gonnasleep like that? I'll turn around. Is that it?"

He sat in the corner facing away from Jura. He had put his robe back on. "Is there anything I can help you with, my lady?" He continued to stare at the wall, images playing in his mind. They were of battles long past. He wispered... "To much blood on my hands..." He slightly turned his head toward Jura. "If you want I shall leave." He slowly stood and walked to the door. ( Sorry it's so short.... )

Name: Riever Neran Age: 18 Gender:male Apperance: cut, built, tall, skinny, But don't let his looks tell you how he is. He is 6' 2". Jet black hair, Blue eyes. Personality: Outgoing, Hard-core, Fun, Someone you would want on your side, Mysterious, Quiet, Highly Skilled. Gang: Leader of the Black Dragons Skills: Sword master, Master assassin/thief Weapon(s):Two double sided daggers (both sides of the blades are sharp) and a double bladed sword (a sword with blades on both ends of the hilt) Bio: His father was a member of the Black Dragons, that's how he became one. He started at the bottom but quickly rose by challanging the leader. The leader underestimated him and started to look around at the croud of Black Dragon members, laughing and making jokes about and at Riever. Riever severed the leader's head. He was 16 and is now the current leader. He has been challenged but is currently undefeated. Riever Neran. Leader of the Black Dragons.

Name: Chang Wufei Age: 19 Position: Blademaster

OCC: Lyuann, just to let you know, my character already healed your wound. He watched her carefully, studying her. He lifted his hood revealing a worn face. He had jet black hair, blue eyes, and a scar going across his left eye. "This is what is under the hood. To be honest, it is said to be a emense privolage to see my face, for no one, not even my own mother, has seen my face. I see it, not as a privolage, but as a berden." He pulled off his robe to reveal a stout elf. His waist down covered in black, but up was not covered at all. He was built in a way that it was easily noticable but not destractingly. he turned around to reveal a tatoo of a black dragon. "I am the leader of the Black Dragons..." He bowed to her. "...and I am at your service..."

"You shouldn't be such a smartass.. Although it is good to not have worry blind you..." He looked at her. "I don't tell my name... My reputation is all I need." He leaned against the wall. He smiled, though she couldn't see it. "Save the city? I've been doing that for... for all my life. Not just this city but everyone of the ten as well." He looked down at her legs. "How is your wound?"

"To be honest, no I don't." He pointed his palm, open handed, at her wound. "Ano tera nomar." The wound emited a strange glow. The wound slowly mended itself. "My name isn't nessesary. All you need to know is get away safely and soon. There is an evil approching. It wants..." He closed his eyes...not that she could see it. "..you..."

As he moved along the rooftops he came upon a female, limping along. She of course looked as if she was fine and could hold her own, but the blood said differently. He jumped down landing softly and quietly in front of her. "Can I assist?" He spoke in a deep yet soothing voice. She gave him a weird look and tried to move around him. He moved in front of her. "I mean you no harm, just to help. Look at the wound... You can pretend all you want, but you are still injured."

Name : Known as The Grim Reaper Age: Uknown Gender: Male Race/Subrace: Dark Elf Personality: Ferce yet calm. Skilled at what he is and what he does. He takes his life seriously and without hesitation. He is unknown to all, personality wise. Apperance:Robed in all black Bio:He is one of the most feared assassins in all the land. He is the leader of the Black Dragons, a wandering gang of thevies and assassins who take from the rich and give to the poor and take out the power hungery leaders. No one has ever seen his face...not even his own family.... Weapon(s): Two cold steel double bladed kitanas, one double ended sword, one cold steel butterfly knife, and 24 double ended throwing knives. Magic(s): Darkness. The power over shadow. Class: Paladin

name- Known as the Grim Reaper age- Unknown gender- Male apperance- Robed in all black. bio- He is one of the most feared assassins in all the land. He is the leader of the Black Dragons, a wandering gang of thevies and assassins who take from the rich and give to the poor and take out the power hungery leaders. No one has ever seen his face...not even his own family.... side- What is there to say? He knows one saying, "In the darkness, the gifted shall reign...."