RPG Urban Arcana: appearances Decieve

[Eclectic]

Imara sat in the café until early the next morning, talking with Matt about nothing and occupying her thoughts with slightly more pressing matters. She'd leave Matt alone, at least for now. Just to keep Dept. 7 awake. But it was nearly time for her to move again. She'd become so attached to her apartment and 'friends', she really didn't want to leave.
[i]Well, since I'm changing my diet, why not change my moving schedule? I'll stay here for a few more weeks, that's all. Besides, Matt's too cute to die just yet.[/i]
She left around 4 am, wanting enough time for a quick breakfast before classes.

OOC: Sorry if my posts are short, I just don't have the greatest amounts of time.

[Anne]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=2][COLOR=Pink] Loki stood their and thought, [I]This has been a bad night. First beging caught and now i have one of the Knights of the Silver Dragon breathing down my neck. Nothing could make this any worse. I would just like to run. [/I]

The man stood and looked at the two of them. His posture was relaxed but he looked like he would strike if anyone even breeathed funny. Richard let out a groan and rubbed his head. "Man that hurt."

Loki felt it coming like evrytime it did, a glimpse of the future was about to be shown to her. [I]Not now please not now.[/I] Her eyes braught on a blank and distant look as she became rigid and stiff.

~future~
A white hair man stand in the midst of a pack of werwolves. He rallys them to him and they are cheering.
~flah~
A girl bows giving a white evolope to a man in a kimono. They are talking to each other.
~flash~
A batlte is raging between the werwolves and people.
~end~

Loki's eyes returned to their normal green and she blink. The two men were staring at her and the Knights of the Silver Dragon had his hand on his Katana. She gulped, she had to get what she just learned to Uila not matter what. "You should get off the street, sir. Its not safe."

The Knights of the Silver Dragon raised an eyebrow at her, "Why is that."

"I do not have time to explain." She turned to Richard, 'welcome to New York Mr. Constantinople. Yuo should get off the streets as well. Do you have a place yet?" He shook his head. "Than your coming with me. The streets will not be safe soon." Her vioce was filled with fear. She grabbed Richards hand started to pull him along. [I] I gotta get to Uila apartment. He will know what to do.[/I]

She turned to go out of the alley but hte man stopped her. "I can not let you leave."

Loki fished out a card and gave it to the man. "call the number on their. You'll get someone from Dept. 7 and they will tell you what you need to know." With that she was running down the street with poor Richard being pulled behind her.

They made their way a couple of blocks and came to an apartment building. loki ran up the steps and knocked on the door with the number B6 on it. Uila opened the door and looked at her. Fear consemed her eyes. "Loki what's wrong?" Minuvering her inside the place.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[shahi]

"What time is it?" Charnique said waking up in a slight daze. She had went to sleep early but, she didn't fall asleep until about 12:45am if she remembered correctly. It was around 4:14am she still had a little time before school. She got ready for school and turned on the tv."weather, government, murders."

She flipped through the channels until she found the one she was looking for. She listened to it from the kitchen. "Today the weather will be very hot and sunny unlike yesterday." The meteorologist sounded so fake to her. He looked fake too. It seem strange to her that people reporting so much bad news could always look so happy.

" Probably the same way I can act like I'm human but, I act more human than these people ." She said packing her lunch."A man was found dead in an alley this morning with hi-" Charnique cut off the tv as she reached for her bag." Some one dead what else is new?" She walked slowly out the door. She locked the door about three times before she finally headed out her gate and off to school.

She walked alone this morning to her satisfaction she didn't want to here the giggling and screaming of her friends today. The sun wasn't even out yet. It was just a pale light that had followed over the city. The ground was still wet because of yesterday's rain and the smell of rain water still lingered in the air a little.

She leaned by the metal gates at the entrance of the school. It was still early so she basically had a lot of time on her hands. "well, maybe I should roam the city before school starts." She started to walk further down the street " not like I'm gonna be late or anything." She walked down the street looking for some thing to do for the next couple of hours.

She walked pass a couple of stores that she liked. Charnique decided to buy a soda from a near by machine and froze it slightly for her lunch."Hey." She walked faster noticing one of her friends was calling her. She really didn't want to talk to any one she knew at the time. "lost them." She said walking through a crowd. "I'll tell them I didn't hear them or what ever at school." She sighed and keep walking she still had a couple more hours left and she was planning to do some thing besides stand around all morning.

[Xander Harris]

Seated on a leather couch across from the Chinese Fox, Uila's face had an expression that Loki had never seen him wear before. His eybrows were arched downward in intense concentration, and his eyes were focused on her, unblinking. But it was what she saw behind his eyes that worried her. Was it anxiety? Fear? Concern? This was big, but Loki knew that the agent had dealt with far bigger things than a gang war in his time.

"Alright." Uila stood up as Loki finished her tale. The rising sun came in through his picture window. "I need to talk with my superiors. Now. I would like to thank you for coming to me with this information. You may have just saved far more than you know. Here..." Uila walked over to his desk, and rummaged around in it for a few minutes, and finally produced a Snickers bar, which he tossed to Loki "A token of my gratitude." As he turned to walk into his office, he failed to see Loki roll her eyes at him.

Sequestered in his office, Uila waited until he heard Loki walk out and close the door before flipping up the viewscreen to consult with his superiors. After a few moments of speaking with the section commander, he had verified Loki's prophecy. The werewolves were indeed mobalizing, but any concrete intel had been very difficult to obtain. The wolves had excellent security. Uila already knew this, having had a devil of a time monitoring them in the past.

He talked for several more minutes with the commander, and his superior informed him that he would recieve his orders by that night.

Uila got up, took off his night gear, and got ready for a long day at the bank.

As he hailed a taxi, he thought about the night's revelations. The moment would soon be here when the Thiealnun Prophecy would be fulfilled. The top-secret prophecy that Department 7's top seer had uttered almost 50 years ago, which fortold of the coming of The Vessel (sometimes referred to as 'The Human Gate', even though the Vessel is not necessarily human).

The Human Gate would have great latent psychic power, which when awakened could be used either for great good or for great evil, depending on who did the awakening. It was foretold that The Vessel would participate in a war instigated by "brave warriors of the blade; suns and daughters of the sun and the mountain," (quite possibly referring to Oriental swordsman) and the "feral sons of Hecate" (werewolves, in prophecy speak). The battle between the Shadow walkers and the werewolves would no doubt draw many others into the fray. Everyone would want to be on the winning side of this fight when the smoke cleared.

Besides the Thiealnun Prophecy, there were hundreds of lesser prophecys, legends and folktales pertaining to the Vessel. And many of the signs had been materializing as of late. Some hinted at the possible race of the Vessel, and one such race was Vampire, which is why Uila had not used lethal force on Imara earlier. But the lesser prophecies (as well as the Thiealnun Prophecy) listed many other races as possibilities as well. Department 7 was determined to locate the Human Gate before anyone else did...

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Alandra sighed as she walked towards the club that she was called to. She then groaned when she had seen who had exited the area. One man who had butchered her old car once and had tried to steal her money. She clenched her fists and sighed. She then released them and walked towards the club she worked at. Alandra passed him and had knocked his shoulder, gently, lightly, yet he turned to her and began to curse. Alandra turned to him.[/i]

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"You heard me, [i]Ariyan[/i]. I called you a ******'-bitchy- ****. That's right."

[i]Alandra was about to walk away when she had heard that. She came to halt and had put up a finger and began to swing it back and forth as if to say no. Her head slowly turned and she walked to him once again.[/i]

"What? What d'you want, [i]*****[/i]? What d'you want?"

[i]With a calm tone, Alandra spoke.[/i] "Benny boy, what'd you call me?"

"Let me repeat myself, slowly this time. So you can understand me. I called...you a...******'...bitchy...cu-"

[i]Before the words spilled from his mouth, blood had spilt from it and as it did, Benny had fallen to the ground. Alandra stood there with red sparks flying across her cheeks. Her blood boiled as she looked at the man she had punched. She then began to wave her hands upward with her palm up, giving sign to Benny to stand. Benny stood and wiped away the blood. He looked to it and gasped. He then spit out more blood and realized she had knocked a tooth out.[/i]

"Aww, is Benny hurt?" [i]A tone of sarcasm had run across Alandra's mouth.[/i] "Poor, poor Benny. Well, then maybe you shouldn't be runnin' your mouth like that, [i]Benny boy[/i]. Maybe you shouldn't be insultin' girls that know how to fight. Better yet, maybe you shouldn't even be insultin' me. You see, Benny, I don't take kindly to people who slander my name or who I am. I don't take kindly to people who wish to anger me. And if you would like to do anything that angers me, go for it. But let me tell you this, if you do anger me, I will come after you full force. Do you understand me?"

[i]Benny was still wiping blood off of his lips when Alandra spoke.[/i] "Whatever you say, asiático basura. I'll see you later, [i]Ariyan[/i]."

[i]With a scoff, Alandra turned her back to Benny who walked off with two of the prostitutes that worked at the club. She smirked and walked into the club as people crowded behind her to get in. She sighed and knew that if she had blown off enough steam, people were going to wonder if she was even human.[/size][/color][/i]

[Swordsaint]

Raynor looked over the card, letting the fox-girl and the deacon dissaper into the dim recesses of the alleyway. The card looked legit, and didn't have a magic feel to it. He sighed, slipping the card into one of his many pockets, turned out of the alleyway. His stomach growled, he hadn't eaten since 5:00 this morning. He wandered, the scene with the fox-girl playing through his mind over and over, as he walked the lonely streets of New York. The girl had been explaining to him what had happened, then...here eyes rolled to the back of her head and started glowing. Raynor had moved for his Katana but the event ended as suddenly as it started. A lot of strange ******* was goin on lately. But with the shadow kind that was to be expected.

Raynor found himself later some late night diner, a few customers were around, but this late at night, he didn't expect many of the mundane around. To his right in the cozy little place, sat a dwarf, talking animatedly to an elf, they laughed about some joke he had told. Raynor just looked down at his food, and found his hand tracing itself back to the card.

[I]I should call, see if what she said was true...besides I don't know any of the safe-houses here, and The knights work closely with Dep.-7...[/I] He pulled out the card, along with his cell-phone. He sat staring at the plain, little card in his hand. A lot of strange things were goin on. The demon for instance, came to New York. Not just him, but others were as well: Vampires, werewolves, other fiends and such. Their migration patterns had shifted and turned to New York. Then their were the strange murders occuring, well...strange for the mundane cops. A large number of these creatures coming here had been slain, and all with a large bladed weapon. Raynor looked down at his Katana, couldn't have been him till recently, he'd never been to New York before, but he'd heard the reports of high activity.

Raynor made up his mind, something was happening, a shift in power in the shadow world, and he would need help to find what was causing it. He dialed the number, waiting for the voice to give him that first step.

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Loki closed the door behind her a sighed looking at the candy bar. [I]Oh well at least its my favourite kind.[/I] She looked at Richard who was standing there, Uila made him wait there while she talk to him. "Um. her Uila told me to give this to you." She handed him the five dollar bill. Loki looked down at her watch. "Oh no I'm going to be late to school. I'm sorry i can't show you around." She gave him a bow and left.

Running down the street she unwrapped hte snickers bar and ate it. She really did like anything chocolate. It was so sweet and had a great taste. She ran past an old lady feeding squirrels and a bag of peanuts in her lap. Loki stopped and gave a devilish smirk. She really couldn't start a day without getting one target. Her mind raced fast and she pulled out a leaf and turned it into a firecracker. Sliping it careful into the bag of peanuts, she ran behind a tree and waited. She heard the bag and watch the squirrels scatter. She began to laugh as she seen the old lady's shock expresssion.

She started to head towards to school laughing about what just happened. She finished the candy bar and licked her fingers clean of the chocolate that got on them. She threw the wrapper in the garabage and turned int he gates of her school. [I]I hate going here it's a waste of my time, but it is part of my cover.[/I] Shen than just reliezed she didn't have her schoolbag. [I]Oh well like i use it anyway.[/I] She headed into the school making it to class right on time.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Zen]

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The hard part was over for Mothias. He had finally rallyed his pack effectively and their spirits burned with vigor. Now, Mothias had to think... think of a way he could accomplish his goal. He knew he had to find a way to follow threw on his promise, or his pack would surely abandon him. So, Mothias decided his best move was to go underground, more underground than even his pack, and dig for information concerning the Eastern Gang. Mothias left his small apartment near the Rocafeller center and left out onto the streets. The streets of his area were moderatley clean, but where Mothias had to go, a rough crowd was sure to lurk. Mothias raised his hand in the air, calling out, "TAXI!" over and over. Slowly, a seedy, oldfashioned cab rolled up to him. Mothias sneered a bit, and opened the door, cringing in disgust at the cab's rancid smell. He sat down, holding his delicate nose (werewolves have hightened smelling sense, remember).


"Wheigha to, bub?" the grimey cab driver asked in a thick Jersey accent.

"Brooklyn, thirty-first street, please." Mothias said with a stuffy nose threw his closed nostrels.

"Shore thing, pal." the cab driver said, pulling down his hat and pulling into the road. The sound of chimes and hangings filled Mothias' ears. His eyes scringed in annoyance. Mothias thought to himself, and rehursed his plans while he waited for the cab to reach his destination. He was to get to Brooklyn, and wait at the designated spot where his freinds and bodyguards, Gavin and Luther, were to meet up with him, and together, they would search the underbellie of the area and try their best to gather information on the Eastern Gang.

Screeching tired interrupted Mothias' thoughts as the cab stopped. "Brooklyn, thirty-foist street, pal." the cab driver said in his croaky voice. "The charge'll be $12.89."

Mothias' unpleasently let loose his nose and pulled the money from his leather wallet. Suddenly, he realized the ranicid smell as what it truely was, he could recognize that smell anywhere. Mothias handed the cabby his money and stepped out of the car. Still holding the door, Mothias said with a smile, "Thanks, Goblin..." Mothias turned around and closed the door, smiling with his teeth as the cab driver stared at him befuddeled. Mothias began to walk and the sound of screeching tires followed. Mothias chuckled under his breath. Now, he had to lay and wait for his partners, and then his mission would start.[/color][/size]

[shahi]

"Time to go..." She walked out of the back of a corner store and noticed the bus pulling up across the street. She had been walking around and playing games in the back of stores all morning. Not all she wanted to do but, at least it was some thing. She walked out side noticing it was just now starting to heat up out side. She walked across the streets slightly littered with trash and headed to the bus stop."I really should just walk not like the bus is faster it just has ac unlike the freak?in schools."She quickly reached for some change and got on the bus. Sitting down in a seat at the back. She looked out the window and watched some school buses pass by."heading to P.S.103 probably." She muttered and sat back in her seat.

She was half asleep when the bus stopped again. She heard the Bus doors squeak open and looked around with one eye. A boy about her age sat across from her and another guy she didn?t bother to look at sat in the seat behind her. She sat up waiting for the next shop. felling like she was being watched she turned slightly towards the boy who in return turned the other direction. "hey, little girl." Some one taped her on the shoulder. She glanced at the man behind her. She hated to be called "little girl". "What?" She said rolling her eyes with an attitude. "Aren?t you a little young to be riding the bus by yourself." She rolled her eyes and turned around "My age is none of your business." She turned around and noticed the boy was really about her age."really you look about 13 or 14 to me." He said just to irritate her. The bus driver stopped the bus and the doors creaked open.

Charnique rolled her eyes and got up to get off at the next stop followed by the two boys."hey the elementary school is that way." He walked behind her the other boy walked off to the side. "**** off!" She said her temper getting the better of her. She walked in to the gates of the school. The boy that was messing with her kept on walking but the quiet one walked in the school too. He quickly said some thing to her about his friend being shallow or what ever. Charnique was to fired up to notice he even said anything. After she got to her class she calmed down. Thinking maybe she just was in a really bad mood that morning. ?I?m not that easily fired up usually.? She muttered and watched the door.

[Cyriel]

OOC: Umm..I'm not really sure what time it is...but what the heck, I'm going to post this up anyway.

IC:

The red envelopes were piled neatly on the small table. Every single one had been returned; if not, an execution would have accompanied the ceremony. The Shadow Walkers were not forgiving of failure, but the unfortunate event rarely occurred. So now they waited, filling the private courtyard, all on folded knees, cold stone beneath their feet. Even the novices had been gathered, pale in their white kimonos. The numerous others, including Furie, were garbed in midnight blue - a reminder that they only [I]walked[/I] the shadows.

Shade sat in black; a stiff white collar was the only delineation between he and the night. The large fire sat in a stone basin before him. Slowly, one by one, he fed each red envelope to the flames, which consumed the delicate paper and blood. Numerous red envelopes...and one white one. The last one.

This, he held up dramatically, his silken hair falling gracefully as he stood, "We have accomplished what was sought after, have we not?"

The Walkers murmured the proper assent, eyes on their pale, dark leader.

He continued, "And now the troublesome elves have been silenced once more - for the time being." He started to circle around the bright fire. "We shall, in time, have to suppress them once again, sometime in the future. It is a neverending cycle, to pursue the Shadowkind, and in turn, those who walk in shadow must follow the same path." A silent gesture towards her; Furie stood quickly, coming forward to take the white envelope. She stood beside Shade, patiently waiting as he continued.

Shade circled again, his shadow twisting in the snapping flames. His hand disappeared into his robes, and when they reappeared, one held a skull. Much larger than any normal human's, the skull was slender and elongated, with a much wider area. Pearly, dagger-like fangs protruded from the skull's massive jaws. Some of the Walkers' hands went to their katanas.

He held up the skull, luminescent in the night, "I suspect that some of you will remember this." An understatement; whoever had been there that night would never forget any part of it - the dead were never forgotten, a part of the Walker's bloody history, and in turn, legacy. He smiled, "For those of you who were not with us then, I will tell you. It's a reminder, a trophy if you will, of our last...meeting with the Crimson Pack."

His voice dropped to a whisper. "...It is the remainder of Darius's head." Darius...a legend among Shadowkind. And those among the Crimson Pack were the most despised of all the werewolf brood. The most feared. The most hated. And thus, the easiest to kill. Some enjoyed it, among the Shadow Walkers.

Shade unsheathed his katana, revealing a blade of white, deadly bone. The same that had separated the skull he held from the body. "it's time, then. The dogs have been getting a bit rowdy, energetic, excited. They are tame no longer. Time to fix the rest of them, shall we?" With that, his blade came down, cleaving the skull into two parts, which fell into the fire. Furie tossed in the white envelope after them.

And in the echo of the firelight, Shade's quiet voice spoke, "...Hunt well tonight, Walkers." The mass of midnight blue exited, novices following their betters' wake.

Furie emptied a bowl of water on the flames, and they sank down into the stone basin with a hiss, leaving only wet, sooty ash. Shade came beside her, reaching down to search through the fine gray powder. Two gleaming pieces of white surfaced in his hands - Darius's jagged fangs, still whole, still deadly. He handed one to Furie, who took it silently.

He smiled, and breathed. "They say that wolves will not fight against their leader. And how to prove they can lead, than with their fangs? It may have some small effect. If not, it can always be used to cut their own throats. After all, you were always one for irony."

Furie said nothing, remaining still.

After a time, Shade drew close, laying cold lips upon her forehead. He whispered in her ear, "Stay to the shadows, but do not be consumed. We walk them only; we are never a part of them."

Furie bowed, and departed, this time with a pearl of the dead in her pocket instead of an envelope.
_________________________________________

In a rich office somewhere in the highlights of the city, a phone rang. A female voice picked up, "Hello?"

And after a few moments, "Mr. Maxwell, a call."

Draco Maxwell took the phone, putting his gun onto the glass table. "Hello?"

Shade's voice whispered from the other end, "Good evening... The Dragon, if I am correct?"

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Groaning, Alandra turned to see that the other bartenders were working with most of the customers. She looked and saw that it wasn't her time to bartend. She leaned over the table on her arms as she watched the waitresses bring those that sat at the wall-tables bring their drinks and food. She then watched as the girls on the dancefloor began to move with the music. Alandra sighed.

Looking around, Alandra tried to find a sign that would tell her that she was able to leave, yet she was given none. She then hung her head between her arms and sighed and lifted herself up tiringly and poured herself a creamy italian soda, filled with strawberry daiquiri, whip-cream, and tangy strawberry soda. She sipped on it and watched as the club began to fill with even more people.[/i]

"Yo, Lana! You feelin' ok?" [i]One of the bartenders asked with his Brooklyn accent.[/i] "You look pretty down or some'in'."

"Huh? Nah, I'm cool. Just tired is all. Not a lot of customers for me to show off my skills, you know?" [i]With a faint smile, she tried to bring life back into her, as did a bartender friend.[/i] "Eh, there days when I got it, and when I don't. This is one of those days."

[i]The bartender friend nodded and went about his business. Yet, Alandra still felt as if something was wrong. She looked all around and could tell nothing. There was not a single problem or strange sight that made her tip off that a Shadowkind was in her club. With another sigh, she resided to her drink.[/size][/color][/i]

[Zen]

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Mothias and his bodyguards, Gavin and Luther, had met up very shortly before. They had just begun scowering the streets of the seedy area's of Brooklyn, searching out for symbols and give offs suggesting anything werewolf, or remotely shadow realm-related. Mostly, he only saw green goblish, or goblin symbols hidden as strange drawing on the walls of back alleys, and he knew that it was best not to get involved with Goblins unless he had a larger gang with him. The goblins weren't dangerous in small numbers, but their smell filled the air, mixed with the stench of blood and drugs. The pudrid aroma stung the delicate senses of the wolves, and they walked around much of the time with bandana's wrapped around their faces.

The sun was going down as the three wolves scowered the streets, but they were bound to find some information, even if it meant staying out for the remainder of the night and next day. Slowly, as the darkness fell, the sounds came. Groups of people confersating, muffled gun fire, gambling men yelling in victory,cat calls from protitutes. The sounds were wild and trance like, hypnotic even. Suddenly, the hypnotic state of the wolves was interrupted asthe voice of a group of raggidy men called out from a dark alley way.

"YO! O'fays! What the hell you doin', stompin' our turf?" the ovious ring leader called out in arrogancy. A strange and familiar smell raised Mothias' nostrels. He lifted up his make shift mask and stared at the man with cold eyes, sending chills down the agressors spine. Then it came to him, goblin's, again.

" Listen up, filth, your little gang here is far to small to even comprehend victory against the three of us." Mothias said flat out, as if explaining fact to a person. The true form of the goblins slowly came, their then black skin slowly lightening and turning green in tent, their eyes looking up with a dirty yellow glow.

"W-what did you say, ponk? I know this ponk just didn't!" the Golbin leader called out to his scruffy gang. "Thats it boys, lets show these b*thces what happens when they ***** with US!!!" the leader called out, the Goblins all drawing handguns. Before one could pull their trigger, and large pocket knife was lodged in one of the goblins head. Black and white flashes quickly followed, swiftly blowing wind threw the clothing of the goblins. The leader quickly turned back to see the streaks travel sleekly threw his gang, and slashes of crimson blood flinging across the walls of the alley way. His gang was gone, and there left was the gang leader. "N-no... you can't be... w-were-w-w-wolves..."

"Get it correct, scum." Mothias' bold voice rang out, the goblin leader turned to be grabbed by the throat. "We are the Crimson Pack, and we are the pack who paints our victory on the walls with our foe's BLOOD!!!" Mothias yelled in anger and pride, then, the faint sound of the golbin's snapping neck followed and his stiff body fell limp. Mothias dropped its body with a thud, and looked down on it. "Filth..."

"Hey, Mothias, you could have asked the guy something about the Eastern Gang before killin' 'em." Gavin called out with a smirk on his face.

"No, because there right under our noses..." Mothias said, moving his eyes sharply facing the dark shadows of the alley way, now being lit by the blades of unsheathed swords...

[B]OOC:[/B] Now you come in, Cyriel, we shouldn't kill many of our characters. Feel free to wound, but lets make the battle breif, like one post each.[/color][/size]

[Cyriel]

OOC: So soon? Well, if you say so. :) But my involvement in this short battle may be limited.

IC:

She stood farther away than the others. The four in midnight blue had followed her without a word, and Furie had not deemed to ask them questions. If they wanted to follow...then it was their own choice. True, they were all Walkers involved in one task, but that did not make her any more beholden to them. It was their own choice - if the rumors about her missions weren't enough warning, then it was their own stupidity getting them in dire situations.

She had stopped at the first sign of wolves. The other four continued forward, pulling up their veils to cover their faces. As they drew their blades, the three wolves turned, expressions cold and dangerous. Feral.

Goblin blood assualted her nose. [I]My my, they didn't hold back, did they? And they seem quite...confident. Arrogant, at most.[/I] Furie waited, her blade still sheathed as she watched from the deeper shadows. No veil hid the features of her face; she never wore one. She'd rather that her enemies could see her before they departed from life.

In beautiful, flowing arcs, the four Walkers leaped at the wolves, their blades swinging in a deadly dance. None hit a target - the wolves were already moving, and one was transforming, fur rippling across his face and body. Furie watched calmly; it was expected that first blood would be a long time coming - a kill would take even longer. Wolves were no joke, even to the Shadow Walkers. A fully transformed one was even more deadly.

[I]Time to join the fray?[/I] she wondered to herself, but held still a little longer. Just until one of the wolves ran by her, close enough to touch. Instantly Furie pulled her katana, dark metal gleaming with crimson highlights.

Mothias cried a warning just in time when he saw the fifth Shadow Walker erupt from the darkness, "Luther!" Luther immediately shifted in midair, gliding just beneath the deadly, hidden blade. Still, his skin was raw where the blade had nicked his skin. Luther snarled, and twisted as he landed, ready to face the newly-emerged Walker. The other four were occupied with Mothias and Gavin.

Furie breathed, landing without a sound. She turned, blade ready, "...Luther, was it?"

He said nothing, only watching, ready to sweep in for a fatal blow.

A smile flickered on Furie's lips, and she whispered. "Well then, we are well met, Luther." A light dancing step, and she was up in the air, flipping easily over Luther's head. He in turn shot away from her blade, and it glanced inches away from his neck, sparking along the brick wall of the alley. There was no pause in her attack - already Furie was spinning as she lightly pushed herself off the wall with deadly speed.

[I]He's strong...and fast. Faster than most.[/I] She smiled again, affording him a bit of compliment. [I]But...I wonder if it will be enough to save him. We'll see.[/I] Furie's blade danced a quick, lightning path to Luther's skin - she was rewarded with a streak of crimson. But it was small, barely there. However, it gave Luther the warning that he had danced too close to the edge of death. He drew back, eyes narrowed, judging more cautiously his movements.

[I]Well...they learn fast enough.[/I] She flew forward, her blade in an arcing path, and then she rolled to the side as Luther hurdled at her. Twisting, Furie saw with a smile the small opening that the wolf had left. Too small for it to be noticed...by any except her - [I]any[/I] opening was enough for Furie's blade. Her katana took a swift downward leap, directly between Luther's shoulder blades.

OOC: Well Reflux, your compatriot is in need of aid. Oh, and I'd rather that you didn't kill off more than one of the other Walkers - they're not that easy to kill. I mean, they're not even close to Furie's skill, but they aren't that awful. If they were, then they wouldn't have survived when Darius ruled. But you can kill off the most inexperienced one. Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I gave Luther a scratch...

Oopsy, heheh. ^_^;;

[Xander Harris]

Raynor was absorbed in watching the evening news, when he heard a tapping sound on the window of his hotel room. Walking over to the window, he saw that there was a wiry man clad in black, with a green fire swirling around the lower half of his body, hovering in front of the window. The man tapped again, and pointed at the lock. Raynor cautiously grasped a weapon with his left hand, then opened the window with his right.

"Good evening. I am Uila, from Department 7. I understand you contacted us last night. A Knight of the Silver Dragon, you said. Hold still."

The agent removed his retinal scanner, and Raynor recognizing it for what it was, presented his eyes. In a matter of seconds, Uila had confirmed the Knight's identity.

"Ahhh, Raynor Thomas. I see you've done work for us in the past." Uila offered his hand, "Welcome to New York, Fang of the Dragon."

"Yeah. Nice to see you too. Listen, something strange is going on. I've been tracking the migration patterns of the Shadowkind for the past several weeks, and..."

"Hold it." the agent held up his hand, and turned up the volume on his earpiece, "I've got to go. It's begun."

"What? What's begun?"

"You may follow, if you wish."

Uila wasted no time. He spun away from Raynor, sprinted to the window and hurled himself out of it. The flame again rose up around Uila, and enveloped his body, taking on the outline of a bird. Uila flew across the city at top speed; streets, stores and parks all a blur beneath him. His earpiece beeped, and he knew he had reached Southern Brooklyn. The flame vanished from around Uila, and he rolled to stop on a rooftop. As he got up, he drew out his computer, and activated it's digital video camera. Moving to the edge of the rooftop, he heard the sounds of battle below, and smelled the mingled stench of goblin, werewolf and human blood wafting up. Uila wasted no time in videotaping the proceedings, hoping to catalogue every being involved in the battle. His gaze rested on Furie for a few extra moments... he was glad to see that the fascinating young warrior was still alive.

As he taped, he listened to the news from other agents through his earpiece. Word of this skirmish was traveling quickly. Already, the Vrykolaka clan of vampires had decided to ally themselves with the Shadow walkers. Although the humans would gladly dust them under normal circumstances, the vamps saw this as the perfect opportunity to eliminate their hated werewolf foes once and for all. A group of giants would support Mothias. The goblins would just take the opportunity to kill anyone who got in their way. Department 7 was going to have it's hands full keeping track of all the participants, and determining which of them was destined to be The Vessel.

[Swordsaint]

Raynor shook his head in astonishment. A Dep.-7 agent just launched himself out of his hotel window, flying south at high speeds.

[I]what the hell did he mean by...it's begun? [/I] Raynor groaned he ran out to where he parked his bike. A black Kawasaki Ninja crotch rocket, with a silver dragon emblazoned on either side sat parked next to a beat up old jeep. He hoped on, speeding off in the direction the agent had flown.

Raynors heavy coat whipped about as he sped down the road, weaving through the traffic as best he could, all the while replaying the strange events of the last few weeks. The demon coming to New york, the increase of shadow kind deaths in new york. The fox girl and the deacon. And now, a Dep.-7 agent crashing out of his window and [I]flying[/I] to god knows where in the middle of this...wait. Raynor spotted a faint fiery light in the air, circleing, like a bird of prey.

[I]Or someone observing something...[/I] Raynro slowed, taking more time to find his way to where the agent was watching. He figured he was in downtown Brooklyn. Gangs prowled the streets, many jeered at him and threatened him. A few that were shadow kind saw the patch on his arm and quickly silenced themselves. Raynor looked up at the fiery dot, he was closer much closer, all he had to do was round the corner and...

He found himself looking into fray between five katana wielding humans, dressed in kimono's fighting werewolves. black skinned goblins swarmed out of their alleyways, but posed little threat to the fighters. They posed more threat to the innocents witnessing the battle. Raynor found it hard to think as the call to war sounded in his blood.

[I]Okay...Dep.7 knows about the fight already, and they aren't stopping it...yet. Better leave the wolves and asians, they'll kill each other...[/I] He drew his katana and leapt into the seething black swarm of goblins. His Katana flashed and danced under the street lights, splitting goblins in twain, severing muscled black limbs from their screaming owners. The goblins squeeled in terror when they realized that a Knight was in their midst, they ceased attacking civilians and turned to counter this knew threat. He powered his weapon to slice deeper, he knocked pistols that would of put a hole through him, to face other goblins as they fired. He felt a burning sensastion go through his leg. He looked down, seeing a switchblade bruied full blade into his calf. Still fighting, albiet awkwardly, he reached down yanking out the blade, flinging it to quiver in the eye of it's squeling owner. He grimaced as he stood on both legs again, arms still working the Katana furiously. There seemed to be noe end of the little b*******, but that's how it always was with goblins. He glanced briefly over at the others, the werewolves fought ferociously against their human foes, one of them went one on one with one of the kimono dressed figures. That second he used to glance at the group, cost him. He felt a bullet go through his side. His off hand flew to the wound, blood was beggining to pour. He shrugged it off, he didn't care, people were in danger, it was his duty to protect the innocent from the evils of the shadow kind. with a roar, he charged through, bowling over several of the screeching creatures, slicing into several more. He took dozens more minor wounds, a few were more serious. The goblin swarm was beggining to disperese, a few groups, and stragglers still fought agaisnt him, though it was more through terrorand desparation than bravery. A dozen of them formed some semblence of a firing squad, all of them aiming their guns at him, taking a shakey aim at the knight. Raynor couldn't help but smile, this was what he lived for. He gave a quick salute and charged forward. The line broke as he charged, goblins always did. A few took a potshot or two, then ran in terror. Raynor severed the head off of one of the fleeing creatures. He looked around, black rivulets of blood ran down the length of the blade, the only goblins remaining fought in the middle of the were-wolves and asians. Raynor wiped of his blade and watched.

[I]Best to learn my enemies...and let them think I spent myself in that fight.[/I]

[Zen]

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[B]OOC:[/B] Sorry for taking it so quickly. I was getting bored. I don't mind, but you might want to change his name from Lucifer to Luther in the last paragraph. I guess this will be the end of the battle, but I hope to fight again, later on.
[B]IC:[/B]

Luther howled a bit in pain as he recovered from the swift attack. It was time for Mothias to get more involved in this battle, as he realized these were no normal humans. Mothias stepped up to attack the female and most skilled of the group, but before Mothias could get within feet of her, two smaller bodyguards stepped up with their pathetic blades drawn. Mothias shown his sharp fangs in anger and watched as the too fighters steadily stared at him. But he could smell their fear, especially from a partiticularly short one. His eyes shone with fear, but his body hid it well. The two fighters glanced at each other and jumped high for an aerial attack. Mothias quickly rolled on the floor to dodge their assault and watched as they slowly turned around. Mothias kicked on of the fighters, the more 'brave' he supposed into the wall, causing brick to crumble on contact. The more fearful one watched in jumped in suprise and looked into Mothias' cold, crimson eyes. In desperation, the fighter swung at Mothias' head, but Mothias easily ducked, and then jumped avoiding a sweeping technique. The fighter began unleashing a barrage of stabbing techniques on Mothias, who easily dodged them, but then a slip of his wrist caused the Eastern fighter to make a small insecion (SP?) on Mothias' arm. He jumped back quickly and smiled in a weak satisfication.

Mothias peaked at the small flesh wound, and then he looked over to the slowly recovering fighter who had been kicked into the wall. Gavin was fighting the other two warrios, he was doing well for himself, but no major blood had been shed, and Luther was busy defending himself against the female, with unsuccesful attempts. Mothias had to hurry inorder to save him, he was bleeding badly from his back. Mothias then looked up to his opponent. He unleashed a ferocious roar, like a wolf growling at a challenging alpha male. He rushed into the opponent with blinding speed, and cut across the man's stomache with his sharp, knife like claws. The man screamed in agony, but it was a short cry of pain, for Mothias was already on his back, jumping on it, Mothias clawed into his shoulders and sunk his fangs into the man's throat and neck, tearing threw his soft skin and ripping his throat. Blood splattered all over the ground, coloring it crimson.

Mothias unleashed the dead corpse and looked up to the female, who had noticed the attack, and she temporarily focused on Mothias with eyes fixated on his blood soaked mouth. The man laying agains the wall looked in fear, Mothias could smell it strong, he could feel it, he could almost taste the man's fear, but he didn't even look at him. He just stared at the female, and then he rushed at her. Mothias jumped high in the air and came down with his claws pointing down like stabbing daggers. The female swiftly dodged under his claws and held out her katana blade in defense, staring down Mothias, now ignoring the badly injured Luther.

"" she spoke in a strange language, most likely japanese to her men. Mothias did not understand, but he watched as her surving men jumped up away from their opponent and fazed into the shadows, as if melding into them. Mothias still stared at her with his ferocious expression. "Remember the name, Shadow Walkers, dog. For they shall be known for exterminating all... from the shadow realm." the woman said in english this time, and also melded into the shadows.

Mothias, Luther, and Gavin all stared into the shadows, tired and breathing hard. "Luther... we need to get you to a safe house. You must heal." Mothias said as he slowly turned back into his human form. He eyes now concerned for Luther's well being.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine..." Luther said with a cringing face, trying to ignore the pain. "We still have work to do."

"No... we have enough information tonight. Now we know the name's of our once faceless enemies... The Shadow Walkers." Mothias said with a sneer, gazing deeply into the shadows.[/color][/size]

[Guest Midnight Rush]

"Some have called me that. And I believe you are the Master of those who Walk in the Shadows."

"That is correct."

"And what is it, may I ask, for such an illustrious person to have reason for calling me?"

"We now wage war on the Crimson Pack.. I am offering you the chance to aid in the ending of one of your rivals."

"I am the only power in this world, other than Dep. 7 perhaps, that can stand against you. Why offer me aid? Can you not do it alone?"

"Of course we can, however the operation will go much smoother with co ordinated assault."

" I agree. I have been annoyed with them of late. I will cut you a deal."

"Whats that?"

"From this day forth the Shadow Walkers agree not to meddle in my affairs, and I will effect the ruination of the Crimson Pack."

"Good. How will you do this?"

"Tonight my spies will destroy their organizational infastructure, and by tomorrow morning you will have a complete report of their names, weaknesses, locations, habits, and their loyalty levels sitting on your desk."

"I don't have a desk."

"It will be in your possession, smart ***."

"We can handle the actual fighting."

"My security force will aid you if I deem nessasary."

"Right...."

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By morning Shade had the report.... and was acting on the information.

All of Draco's spies were dead, the wolves had killed them....

The damage, however was done:

The Crimson Pack's food reserves were decimated with poison....

Their safe houses booby trapped or destroyed....

Traitor's placed secretly in the midst, waiting to strike...

Morale was at an all time low... the wolves began to hate their leader... and murmurs of a new leader began to float around.

[Cyriel]

As Furie sheathed her blade, she ran back into the shadow of the wall, running quickly to join the other three. As they ran, they passed the mutilated body of the dead Walker. Furie brushed her hand against the veil, and in moments the body was going up in flames, the smoke aiding in their retreat. The wolves did not follow. Neither did the stranger that had fought the goblins.

She stopped, "A watcher." The others looked to her for direction, scanning the buildings and rooftops. Furie shook her head, and then gestured for them to go ahead. They left, and Furie stood alone. [I]Whoever it is...it's the same person as before...[/I] But once again, she couldn't find the mysterious persona. For once, it irritated her. [I]Have my skills become so lax that I cannot even find a simple spy?[/I] She shook her head, and ran on, the darkness obscuring her presence.

Morning was coming. By the time she entered the stone courtyard, the sun was barely peaking over the glass tops of the buildings. Once she was in Shade's room, however, the screen doors nullified any light that the sun had started to give to the day. It was dim, and still smelled faintly of elven blood; the incense had not totally eradicated the scent.

Shade sat, silent, and Furie bowed. He gave no sign to her, so she sat in that position for some time. After fifteen minutes, his voice spoke, "Stay to the shadows, but do not be consumed. We walk them only; we are never a part of them." He breathed, slowly, before his next words, "Does this mean [I]nothing[/I] to you?"

He was [I]angry.[/I] Furie felt a small flicker of unrest, but quickly quelled it. If he was angry, there was no need to fuel it more; he was already dangerous as it was. He stood, and she stood with him, eyes to the floor as he approached in silence.

He stood inches from her, his breath stirring her hair, "You left a Walker to die."

"He was already dead." The words were barely out of her mouth before he struck her.

"You left a Walker to die," Shade restated calmly. Furie said nothing, waiting. "Every night, I have said to you, repeated to you, what makes us different from the Shadowkind - what keeps us from turning into fell beasts such as they." He circled around her. He stopped behind her, gently taking a lock of her hair in his hand. His breath whispered on her skin. Grabbing hold of the rest of her dark hair, he pulled tight, dragging her backwards. He threw her against the wall. Furie sank down, her breathing a little broken, but she quickly stood again, impassive. It was the best way to ride out the storm. [I]Show no emotion.[/I]

Suddenly she froze. Shade stood, his blade drawn, the bone gleaming in the dark. He smiled, seeing that she had seen, and then continued to slowly pace...a hunter stalking his prey. "I am...disappointed. Perhaps I expected too much? I expected you to know what the Walkers are, what they have been, what they [I]should[/I] be. But I was disappointed, wasn't I? Did I send you out on too many tasks, in which you could work alone?" He stopped. "You left...a Walker...to [I]die[/I]. By not working with them, by not fighting with one intent, you broke his life even before his blade left the sheath." The blade gleamed white as it went up, and Furie found her blood freezing, her fingertips cold.

And Shade hurdled towards her, faster than the eye could follow. Before she could stop herself, Furie had drawn her own katana, it's dark coloring the antithesis of Shade's white blade. The sharp hiss of contact was all she heard in her shock, before the bones in her wrist were crushed, and she was forced to let go of her katana. And she knew she had made a fatal error - [I]no one[/I] drew their blade in Shade's presence. And she knew she was going to pay dearly. Her only defense would be impassivity. Show him nothing, and he would be content in taking nothing. But reveal your emotion, and Shade would rip everything away without mercy. Mercy was not in him.

His voice rose as he threw her against he wall again, "You do not...[I]ever[/I]...draw against another Walker. Ever. Even if they show their blade first, draw, and you are nothing better than the beasts we hunt. Have I not taught you this?" She didn't answer, and found herself slammed against the wall, his voice hissing at her throat, "...have...I...not...taught you this?"

Furie nodded imperceptibly, but Shade's eyes narrowed, and he roared, "Answer me!"

"Yes," she whispered quickly.

He set her down. Turned his back. "Stand," he said.

She followed without hesitation.

"Turn."

She obeyed.

"Disrobe."

The midnight blue robes slid to the floor, revealing pale skin, unblemished, youthful. Shade turned behind her, and she heard no sound before his blade cut into her back. But she [I]felt[/I] it. Another arc, another swift cut, another silky blow. Each drew blood, but they were shallow wounds, not deep. But each dip into her skin burned with pain and anger - Shade was a master with the blade.

His voice came smooth as the blood ran warm down her back, and there was no interruption in his katana, "We walk them only; we are never a part of them." Each word was emphasized with another fall of his blade, another crimson line on her white back. The blood trickled to the floor. Shade stopped, and she heard him wipe his katana, then return it to the sheath. Walking to her, he picked up her clothing from the floor, and gently draped them over her. The blood soaked into the dark cloth, but hid the web of scarlet lines on her back. She was absolutely still.

In turn, he quietly handed her her fallen katana, "Do not forget again. It would be most shameful." He also handed her a black envelope. Inside was a copy of a list received that morning.

It was Furie's leave to go. She bowed stiffly, her back on fire, before she slid open the doors and left.

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]The smell of blood filtered Alandra's nose. Corpses lay dead and it seemed as if a canine had killed them. She smelt something other than that as well. She smelt a Shadow Walker. Her eyes began to glimmer in the moonlight. She looked to the other bartenders and sighed. She put away her apron and walked out. She waved to them farewell and knew that the war had begun.

As Alandra walked, thoughts ran through her mind. There was something about her that didn't seem right. She wasn't only a metahuman, but there was something else in her blood, she could feel it. Yet, it wasn't known to her. It was said that when the scientists had experimented on her, they attached a blood DNA to save her. She never found out what that blood DNA was, yet it helped her. She was immune to poisons, venoms, harsh temperatures, and other infectuous things that could harm her body. With a sigh, Alandra knew that she needed another job, a job that required her skills. But who would hire her? One name spilled from her lips as she stopped to look up at a corporate building.[/i]

"Draco Maxwell."

[i]Alandra nodded and walked into the building. She looked around to see that the place was filled with people running here and there. She then looked for an information desk that might know where she could find Maxwell. She had found it in the middle of the busy lobby. She walked up to it and could smell a distinct odor that seemed to linger. Alandra narrowed her eyes, the informant looked to her.[/i]

"Hello, welcome to Dark Wing Ind., how may I help you?"

[i]Alandra opened her eyes and smelt that it was just a perfume.[/i] "Uhm...I am looking for Draco Maxwell. Can you direct me to where he could be?"

"Just a moment. Let me phone his office first." [i]The girl picked up a phone and began to dial a few numbers. Alandra could hear the ringing. A woman answered.[/i] "Hello, this is the information desk. We have a young lady here who is looking for Mr. Maxwell. Should I send her up?" [i]The woman replied back and the informant nodded.[/i] "I shall do that, thank you for your time." [i]With a click, the informant hung up and looked to Alandra.[/i] "You may go up and wait in his office. Go to the elevators over there and the guide will direct you."

"Yeah. Thanks."

[i]The golden doors that lead to the elevators opened as Alandra walked in. She then turned her back and leaned against the rail inside the elevator and closed her eyes as the guide asked where she was headed to.[/size][/color][/i]

[Swordsaint]

Raynor had left as quick as he could after the fight was over, the mundane police would arrive soon, and even though he had the proper liscensing to own a sword, it still didn't permit it's deadly use, and the evidence was scattered all over the road. He sped away on his Ninja, he grimaced slightly when he turned, his wounds were beggining to ache badly, and the loss of blood made it hard to focus. He needed somewhere to get patched up, and a hospital wasn't going to work tonight. He slowed to a stop ina desereted alleyway, the rotten smell of garbage wafted up to his nose. He pulled out his cell phone, and dialed up the Dep.-7 number. He glanced around, if any of the people walking by saw him, no one cared enough to stick around for a closer look.

"Dep.-7 What's the emergency." a police car flew by the alley way, Raynor sighed, they hadn't spotted him.

"This is Raynor Thomas, of the knights of the Silver Dragon, I was involved in the fight in downtown brooklyn. I had met with agent Uila, and would like to speak to him in person as soon as he's able." He stopped for a second, looking around again to make sure no one had followed him.

"Also...I could use a little patching up. Is there a place anywhere near here?

"Yes sir, a center for the displaced about three blocks north of your position. And the message for Uila, and your location, will be delivered as soon as he returns." *Click* Raynor pocketed his phone, before starting up his bike. The grayish brick walls turned into a blur of color as he drove down the darkened alleyway, dodgin dumpsters as he went.

[I]Center for the displaced, always around...Always reliable for anyone...[/I] He tried avoiding the traffic as much as he could, before he went to the street to hunt for the center. Very few of them were openly marked, that made them such good targets for the evil shadowkind, and the mundane that could actually see them. Raynor parked his bike alongside the sidewalk, doing his best to hide the numerous wounds he'd recieved, most people didn't spare him a second glance though. He looked over all the buildings, searching for the symbol of the displaced, the purple, grinning head of a displacer beast. Finally he spied it, painted on the wall of ...Al's pet Store?

[I]...it doesn't matter, long as I'm not bleedin everywhere...[/I] He stepped briskly over to the alley adjacent to the store, a simple wooden door, covered with a smattering of graffiti sat sunken into the side of the brick building. He knocked firmly on the door, he heard a slot open, two beady brown eyes peered out at stomach heigth(sp?) from the door. A gruff voice barked at him.

"Whadda ya want, yer interruptin me drink laddie!" Raynorshook his head in amusement, of all the races it had to be drunken dwarf anserwing the door.

"I'm Raynor thomas, Fang of the silver dragon." the little slot slammed shut, splintering slightly. The door was jerked open, and surely enough, a gruff, heavily beareded dwarf stood there huffing after finishing a swig from his bottle of Jack Daniels.

"What's a Knight be needin with the Displaced? Eh lad?"

"I need a little patching up, close encounter with a small swarm of goblins." The dwarf closed one of his eyes, swerving around in a drunken stupor. He inspected Raynor closely, before he stumbled out of his way.

"Alright lad, a few o the doctor's over thare can help ye. Now then jack where were we..." The dwarf sat in near silence as he chugged the rest of his, Raynor glanced at the littered floor, sixth bottle of jack. Shadow kind of all races were scattered around the spacious room: a pair of half-elves sat playing a game black jack, an ogre leaned against the wall keeping both eyes trained on raynors patch as he cleaned his tech-9. a pair of were wolves sat cradling a cooing baby. Raynor smiled gently as he stepped through the door to were the docter worked. The beeps and whirs of dozens of machines sounded in the white room, a half orc leaned over a badly wounded elf, bolf her arms had been severed, and several long wicked cuts ran the length of her delicate body, it was a miracle she lived at all. The half-orc glanced up from his work.

"If your injured you'll have to wait a while. I've got my handsfull with this one." Raynor looked down at his own wounds, they were petty in comparison.

"What happened to her?" The doctor grunted, clearing his throat.

"A group of humans, the ogre out there witnessed it and brought her in. There were about four of them. They surrounded her and drew their swords, much like your from the description," He motioned to Raynors Katana." In terror she pulled her gun to try and ward them off, that's when they attacked. One arm was severed, the other was so badly damaged that I had to amputate. She's lost a lot of blood to. I've done just about all I can to." He sighed, taking off the bloodied gloves. Raynor stepped closer holding out his hands. He was weakened from the blood loss, but he had enough energy left to help her, any knight would.

"this should help her..." A faint, gentle glow filled his palms, then slowly surrounded them. The light felt warm in Raynors hands, he could feel the divine magic flow from him, into the young elf maiden's wounds, urging them to close, to heal. The light flickrered, then faded. Raynor gasped as he stepped back. The half orc stared, jaw dropping to the floor.

"True magic! are you a cleric!" the half orc shook in awe as he kneeled, muttering an incoherent praryer.

"No no...I'm A knight. A real cleric would have her walking by now." the doctor stood slowly, shaking off the shakes that he had.

"Right...well I hop that what ever you did works." He slipped on a fresh pair of gloves. "Now let's see if I can't fix you up. Raynor sat back and let the doc go to work.

[Guest Midnight Rush]

"Colonel, have 250 men ready to strikew at moments notice... Yes yes I know this is short time but I don't give a damn! I tested the Ssg 570 on a hot dog vendor the other day... It's a ******* beauty, yes I want all the men equipped with one. NOW!!!" Maxwell snapped, finishing the briefing to his security advisor.

Ami's voice rang out over the intercom, "Mr. Maxwell, theres a woman to see you. Shall I send her in?"

"Hmm. Who is it?"

"Calls herself Alandra."

"Haha... I see. I'm bored... show her in."

The young Ami Nakamura walked in, leading a somewhat tired looking Alandra in. Ami left, leaving Maxwell and Alandra alone in the room.

"Help yourself to the bar, I've quite a selection." He said, and she did, going over and making her favorite drink. "Now what is it that you are here to see me about?"

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Meanwhile, snipers and other agents of Maxwell began setting up in thousands of strategic locations around the city. Maxwell was not about to leave the destruction of his enemy in the hands of Shade, so he deployed his own personal garrison of twenty five hundred men all across the city, waiting for the final battle. Helicopters and armed cars where prepped at all times, as was a crack team of 250 Elites.... members of the SOLDIER division.... The Crimson Pack is in dire need of a trump card.

[Zen]

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[B]OOC:[/B] Wow, everyone's ganging up on the good old Crimson Pack... Well, I hope you don't mind me putting the SUPER in supernatural, because it seems to be the only way for me to survive this perdicament.
[B]IC:[/B]


The panicking Crimson Pack were hiding deep in the subways as the armed units of some mysterious army gathered outside their once secret gathering place. A few members of the pack had been offed hours before, word caught on, and the pack ran to their once safe hiding place, waiting for a plan of retaliation. Fear and paranoia filled the air, and Mothias could smell it on every wolf in the pack. He was getting tired of the fear... he was going to do something about it, and he was going to get out of this situation alive, and hopefully still have his pack intact. Mothias looked up over the large crowd, standing on a soap box. "Brothers and sisters!!!" he called out with a deep and loud voice, getting most of the pack's emmidiate attention. "Are we, the members of the great Crimson Pack, going to just sit here, with our tails between our legs, hiding in fear?!? Answer me!"

"Mothias!" a fearful voice called out, "H-how, are we going to take all of those men and armed units? W-we trusted you and followed your lead when we were the aggressors, but this time, they out number us, and are driving us out of our homes. Some of us have cubs to watch over Mothias. And now even they are in danger. What are we to do?!"

Mothias stared out into the crowd with sorrowful eyes, he felt the pity of those with families, and that speaker had opened his eyes now. "I understand, brother, I understand. But! We must not go into hiding, or we will die out slow, and no one to remember our legacy. But, if we try to fight, or atleast flee from their vice grip, we may survive. That way, we would be better off than dying of hunger and thirst in the murky subways."

Deceit still dominated the room, Mothias was fearful of the plight of the pack now. Things had taken a major turn for the worst ever since he had fought the Shadow Walkers early that Saturday. He himself was panicking, and the only move he would be able to make, would most likely to blindly fight, possibly alone. Atleast if he went out fighting, he would take out some of the soldiers, and the commotion would allow his pack to flee. That would be Mothias' only choice, and because of this, Mothias' heart sank into the pits of his stomache, he knew he must die for the survival of his people. He must do honor to the name pack leader, and he must protect the pack to the end. Mothias looked up into the crowd with glossy eyes.

"My family, my Crimson Pack... I see now, the true plight of our pack. And so I must ask one more thing of you, before I see you for the last time." Mothias said out, and the entire pack looked up to him, confused. "I-I need you, to all run, flee from this area and find a new safe house, somewhere the aggressors are not. I will draw their attention, by myself. You will have to choose a new pack leader, after you find a new home..." at that, the pack all looked to Mothias with prideful eyes. He then turned his back, and made his way towards the exit of the subway. He looked forward with a straight back, his eyes fixated on his path.

"Mothias! Mothias! Wait!" a familiar voice rang out, followed by loud footsteps echoing threw out the tunnels. Mothias turned to see Luther, bandaged and still a little injured, running towards him.

"Luther..." Mothias said in a whisper.

"Mothias, I will fight with you..." he said with strong eyes and a deep voice. He ripped the bandages from his body to reveal deep scars in his flesh.

"I-I can't ask you to do that..." Mothias said sadly.

"You didn't." Luther said simply. His eyes fixated on Mothias'. He then turned around, and slowly, Gavin stepped forth aswell.

"I too, will fight along with you, leader... freind." he said in an honored tone, bowing in Mothias' presence. Suddenly, members of the crowd followed Luther and Gavin's lead, stepping up to Mothias with brave eyes.

"I'll fight with you, to the end."
"Hell and back."
"Honor in death."

They all said their own words to Mothias as they stepped up to fight. Almost all of the men of the Crimson Pack now stood by Mothias, who's throat was knotted up, as he choked back tears.

"M-my freinds... we shall survive this... the Crimson Pack shall live on..." Mothias choked out, and then slowly, a stream of tear rolled down his cheek. Mothias turned then, and walked towards the exit of the subway, were flash lights and spot lights brightened the dark night. He looked up as his gang followed him, and he stepped out onto the streets. The battlefeild...


[B]OOC:[/B] Please don't kill too many of them. Make it reasonable.[/color][/size]

[Guest Midnight Rush]

OOC: Sorry for ganging up on you man, the wolves won't go down without one hell of a fight, and it won't be unreasonable either, ok? Mothias has a good heart, its allmost saddening to be against him... thinks for a minute... no its not *cocks gun* :devil:

IC:


Colonel Madsen's men opened fire as soon as the wolves surfaced, but they were only average marksmen, and the wolves were extrmemely agile. One or two injuries were inflicted in the initial volley, and no casualties on the Crimson side.
Many wolves had used their amazing strength to leap up to sniper positions and tore them to shreds. The snipers were being overwhelmed, and if the helicopter hadn't arrived all of them would have died. The helicopter poured broadside after broadside into the staggered formations of the Crimson Pack, killing several.
This pissed them off really bad, seeing their brothers in arms going down... and one of the crazy wolves jumped from a building and grabbed onto the open side of the helicopter. he tore out the machine gun nest and slaughtered the pilots and gunner. The wolf had no idea how to fly the machine, and it ended up crashing into the Empire State building, causing mass confusion and destruction as the orange flame snaked down the building. As the Empire State building crumbled, New York was in TOTAL chaos.

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All New York TV stations began to show this announcement:

Ryoko Fujiwara, Maxwell Draco's spokesman (er... woman), said:

ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS OF NEW YORK! Martial Law is being enacted for your safety! Please stay in your homes and keep your loved ones from harm. Unfortunately, do to the situation, anyone outside of their homes, starting in one hour, will be shot on sight.

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Back to the action:

The ELITE SOLDIER team had come on the scene, and with their new weapons, they waged war evenly against the amazing Crimson Pack. The tide was rather even, a sort of stalemate at this point... until both sides allies began to arrive:

Shadow Walkers presence was approaching.... Shade was with them this time...

A menegerie of fairy tale nasties rushed to the aide of the Crimson pack, including nearly ten thousand fellow wolves...

Colonel Madsen radioed the Asia Division of Draco's Security Force, and they were on their way...

Vampires... lords of the night, rode out against the wolves...

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Madsen radioed Maxwell Draco's office:

"Sir, the situation has turned from tactical extermination, to all out Urban Warfare... I humbly request your presence immediately sir.. We need you to turn the tide."

"Well Madsen, I am dealing with business at this time, however as soon as this young woman has finished, I will be right down. Contain them for now.

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Laying across a bench in a graveyard, Loki could fell the tension in the air. A small radio was playing soft tunes, while she hummed to them. Loki watched as the unrested spirits walked. She really did enjoy old graveyard and not many humans actually came here. She breezed deep, "The spirits are a bit antsy tonight. My vision has began, i can tell. Be safe tonight Uila, something is going to happen."

Loki laid back and closed her eyes. A loud explosion jolted her up from her position. A fireball filled the sky. "No! What going on?"

A females voice come over the radio and Loki turned it up. [I]"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS OF NEW YORK! Martial Law is being enacted for your safety! Please stay in your homes and keep your loved ones from harm. Unfortunately, do to the situation, anyone outside of their homes, starting in one hour, will be shot on sight."[/I]

"This is't good. I have one hour, to get to Uila place. He wil know whats going on around here. I just hope he is home." She started running to Uila apartment. She noticed most people were rushing to reach their destination. She would noramlly have a good time joking with these people but rigght now wasn't the time.

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. In this form she wasn't as fast and couldn't indure as much in her real form. "I just have to stick with this one right now." She told herself out loud. She noticed some people were looting store. She just shook her head.

She spotted the street that Uila apartment was and a breathed a sigh of relief. She ran up the starir and knocked on the door. [I]Please be there Uila, please.[/I] There wasn't anyone answer. "I hope you are okay out there.[/I] She said to no one but herself. [I] I'll give him one hour and if he is not back by than, than i'm going out and finding him.[/I][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Zen]

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[B]OOC:[/B] This is going to be some much fun!
[B]IC:[/B]


Mothias instantly changed as he jumped out of the sunbway station, leaping high into the air, he howled like a wild beast and he fell to the ground. As soon as he touched down, he flew out into the fire line, causing several of the men to fly high into the air with mangled bodies. The firing squad focused alot of fire power on Mothias, who easily dodged the petty bullets, and ripped the throats of three lined up men, like a set of domino, they all fell down, blood splattering all over the streets. As Mothias continued his rightous slaughter, a loud explosion rattered his ears, causing him to cringe a bit and stop temporarily. He looked up then to the large fire ball falling down from the great Empire State.

The remnants of the explosion fell to the ground, maming several innocent people, and fortunately for the Crimson Pack, taking out a few of the seemingly goverment soldiers. This battle was big. Mothias and his men were not used to doing battle out in the open, and this was more than Mothias preferred, as it was right in the middle of a highly populated area. Mothias then stopped his thought as he saw barrages of shadow realm creatures emerging from the alleys and buildings, rushing the streets to join in battle. Mothias was confused, but they seemed to be only hostile to the soldiers, and Mothias shut out his fear of them.

Mothias looked around for a major target to be had, but it was hard to see with all the explosion and flying bodies, mangled and such. Before he could make up his mind, Mothias felt a cold blade slice his right arm. Mothias didn't even SENSE the attack, and that worried him. He turned around to see the same female agent of the Shadow Walkers, the one who had so easily injured Luther, staring at him with a smug smile. His eyes shook as he stared into her cold pools of brown. She then did a verticle back flip and went into battle with other creatures.

Mothias snarled in anger and went into battle himself with a barrage of rifle weilding men. Mothias rushed in and uppercutted one with his claw, causing him to fly into the air with a stream of blood raining down onto him, he quickly turned and slashed the throats of several, then he he shifted his weight to his legs and rammed his powerful shoulders into three of the soldiers, causing them to fly away with mangled bodies. Mothias let out a loud howl of ferocity and continued his attack...[/color][/size]