Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 22, 2005 0:58:08 GMT
Laughter. Laughter is what left the lycan's throat as he flung back his head and manically laughed to the highest heights of the Hall. "Codes? What codes hold me from this place? Is the only weapon that you have rotting in a cabinet in some far away office; written on a sheet of paper? Because that what codes are dear girl; pieces of paper that have no meaning to me. So I am not held to your idiotic codes nor their trickery! You seek to control us through those codes and I am not one to be led like a dog on a leash! You girl have something else coming before you ever see that day; your demise!", roared Fenris Fenrir as he surged toward the red head that called him by name.
As he passed his brethren that had stepped from the unseen to help him; Fenrir gave a small wink and a nod of thanks as he hurtled toward his foes. As it seemed that the red was pulling a second girl away from the coming fight; Fenris smacked the second girl across the face and sent her tumbling into the tables laden with food. Now the red was his and she would pay dearly for pulling a gun on him.
Fenris roughly grabbed the red head and throw her down on top of a table. Pinning her there with one hand; Fenrir's burning coals for eyes darted here and there for something of use; to teach this girl the meaning of pain. And there lay the answer; shining brightly in a pile. Knives. All sorts of knives that were used in the consumption of food. Grabbing knives from the pile; Fenris stabbed him into the girl's clothing so that she couldn't move. Once he had finished with her; it looked as if she was making a snow angel but her limbs had frozen at the largest extension. Now came the fun part.
Fenris slowly walked over to the other side of the table and with a small grunt of exertion he lifted the table so that it was vertical. The red head hung attached to the table and so far nothing was wrong for the girl; that is until a malicious smile lit Fenris Fenrir's face and he calmly picked out the sharpest knives that still remained from the pile that graced the table that the red was now pinned to. The tall lycan took 5 paces away from the upright table and turned around; assuming a position that was much like that of a common game.
Darts.
Taking the first knife in his right hand, Fenris calmly said, "I am sure you know how darts works? It is a rather fun game, but this time you are the target. The way to win darts is to hit the bull's eye; which in your case is your heart. Now to demonstrate." With that; the knife whistled through the air and impaled itself in Ashlle's arm; drenching the table in blood. "You said that if I didn't leave that I would be shot upon. And I don't take kindly to being shot at by common riffraff such as you humans.", snarled Fenrir. Another knife glided smoothly through the air and found it's mark in Ashlle's left shoulder; crimson life spurting in all directions as the knife cleanly cut into the pompous girl.
Without any comments, the third and fourth knives whistled through the air and drove into Ashlle's right thigh and her abdomen; just below the navel. Such a wreck was this girl that hung before Fenris Fenrir; yet such a work of art was the product of his game of darts. From once a foolish girl; now she had become akin to Christ; bleeding on her own form of cross and fated to die. But with the fifth and final knife; Fenris did not end her life. Instead he slowly strode over to the female lycan that had assisted him and held out the knife; handle first. "Lady; first my thanks for helping me in my little task", said Fenris as he gazed down upon her, "And second; I offer you a choice; this is the final knife in our game of darts. This one is meant for the bull's eye; the heart. So I offer you the honor of being in a cause that is far greater than any before. All you have to do is end the life of this spoiled brat and all shall bid well with you. So what is your choice brethren?"
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Sept 22, 2005 14:55:18 GMT
Ashlle wanted to cry out, to scream in her pain. Knives that were much too dull to penetrate skin normally, were embedded in her arm, shoulder, thigh and abdomen. This was what came from being a Ninth rate Hunter near a Forbidden Forest. However she was much to busy to expel the last of her strength in such a fashion. Too busy concentrating on the one weapon that didn't need an arm not a trigger finger to use.
The Great Hall grew dark as pitch as thunder heads flew swiftly thought the open door at her command. They gathered round the two offending Lycans, entombing them, so that they could neither see each other nor their target anymore. Even when the rain stared to fall, the clouds did not dissipate, only Grew thicker so that they soon encased the entire Great Hall.
"Goddess," Preyed Ashlle under her breath "Please let this be enough to kill them, or at least leave them unconscious. Please let Kezaa come to help me down, and Please, Oh Please, don't let me die!"
Then - all heaven broke loose. Lightning bolts struck at Fenris and Rayne from all sides. They lit the room with their intensity, nor did they stop for one moment. The lightning came in waves, crashing on them again and again, almost as if the sky were screaming, screaming out the pain that Ashlle could not voice.
"Please die" said Ashlle but so quietly, it could not be heard under the thunderous might of the storm she'd called. "Please die, just this once, and I will tell the BFC to find themselves a new Hunter." Tears of effort and pain streamed down her face. " Just die, and don't come back."
The storm grew even more intense as the tears fell from Ashlle's eyes, almost as if all nature wished revenge on the evil Fenris Fenrir. How dare he hurt a Hunter! CRASH! They not only hunted down the evil beasts, but cared for and defended the good ones and protected the Forest as well. Hardly anyone ever heard of that side of the BFC. The smell of burnt flesh soon filled the Great Hall, masking all other smells.
OOC:Sorry about that, I was thinking hair on your head but put fur accidentally.
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Sept 22, 2005 18:12:45 GMT
Kira was just about to take Ashlle up on her offer and leave when a hand slammed into her face, sending her into a nearby table. Mouth gaping, she tried desperately to replace the air that had been so suddenly forced from her lungs. After what seemed an eternity, she pushed herself up, wiping futilely at the casserole that clung to her shirt. She listened intently to the activities around her, trying to pinpoint the location of the others in the room, but was unable to with the noise surrounding her.
Pushing herself off the table to a shaky standing position, Kira's mind raced frantically in an effort to find a way out. Running out of options, her mind pounced on the most obvious of solutions: the talking cane.
But where is it? she wondered, kneeling and feeling across the floor surrounding her. Wait a second....
"OK," she commanded aloud, listening carefully for the device.
"Physical contact is required for the Talking Cane to operate. Please make contact before issuing commands."
Latching onto the sound, Kira crept cautiously across the floor, hoping the lycans were too busy with what they were doing to notice her.
"OK," she called again, ears straining to pick up any movement toward her.
"Physical contact is required for the Talking Cane to operate. Please make contact before....."
Her hand closed around the handle of the cane and she immediately rose to her feet once more.
"OK," she ordered it, adding quickly, "Where's Ashlle?"
"Miss Rainier is twelve point five feet away. Please be advised that there are numerous obstacles between your current position and the objective."
Kira moved carefully forward, using the cane in a more conventional manner to feel objects before she ran into them. The cane's constant wailing about collisions was annoying, but she managed to tune it out. She was nearly to Ashlle when the cane started to bark a new warning.
"Danger! Storm approaching! Please leave the area."
Cocking an eyebrow at the peculiar warning, Kira murmured, "Storm? We're inside, what should it matter?"
A sudden breeze from the direction of the door caught her hair, tossing it about her face, and she stopped, rooted in place. A sudden crash of thunder caused her to flinch, drawing her out of her trance.
"Just a little bit farther," she muttered, the stench of burnt hair invading her nostrils. "Just a bit farther, and I'll get Ashlle and get out of here."
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 22, 2005 20:25:18 GMT
ooc: Just to let you know; I am not in my wolf form so how on Earth do I smell like burnt fur at the moment? Change it to burning flesh and it works.
bic: The lightening drove from the Heavens and into the the roof of the Great Hall; shattering the shingles and burst through the ceiling as a lion burst from out of the brush. As the lightening hit about the area that Fenris stood, he looked at the red head with utter pleasure at her seemingly futile attempts in harming him. So once again his crazed laughter that sprung from the darker places of the Earth resonated throughout the chamber. "Where is your Goddess girl?", bellowed Fenris Fenrir as he leered maniacally at her, "Is this all that she sends to help her pilgrim? Does she think that this show of electricity can be a stop to me?"
Then the lightening hit him and set flame to his flesh. Quickly the flames engulfed his body; folds of human skin peeling off and falling limply to the floor. His flesh was sered; his blood was burned and all that Fenris could do was scream in agony and pain as the fires consumed his flesh as quickly as a ravenous beast. Yet this was not to be his end; no fire would bring down Fenris Fenrir even if it was sent by this "Goddess".
Even as his skin fell to the floor; sliver-grey fur pushed it's way out of what remained of the epidermis and Fenris change began. In a small matter of time; a slavering wolf stood before them that was wrapped in hell fire. It's eyes were wide and bloodshot; his fur charred and burnt in many a place; but the fires could not consume him. They never could when he was in this form. So the fires merely burned merrily about him; but the pain they caused was little, and what little pain there was, Fenrir channeled it into malice and hatred; the greatest weapon that there was available to him. Bearing his teeth, the towering lycan slowly advanced on the girl that did this to him; the fool that dared to arouse the entirety of his wrath. As the lycan drew level with her; his black eyes burned into hers and a single thought penetrated into the mind of the girl.
Now fool; now that it is too late and you have done too much for any form of repentance; now you must die.
With those words, the flaming wolf opened his maw so that it enveloped the red head's throat. All he had to do was shut his jaw and the joyous taste of blood and flesh would filled him with the ecstasy that he loved.
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Rayne
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Post by Rayne on Sept 22, 2005 21:00:40 GMT
Burning, searing pain engulfed her, causing her knees to buckle. The smells of burnt flesh was nauseating due to her heightened senses. She was losing herself in the pain, allowing precious seconds to tick by. Her flesh was growing more burnt, peeling away in thin layers. She had to get control of herself.
Ignore the pain, just ignore it. she commanded herself, shaking herself to get rid of the dull haze surrounding her. Slipping her hand into her pocket she pulled out the hated piece of wood, her newest magical wand, and gripped it tightly. The flames were circling her, dancing along her skin, and would likely turn the wood to ash very soon. Moving as quickly as possible, she waved the wand around herself, and jabbed it towards where her nose said Fenris was.
"Bulle protectrice." she said, pronouncing each word succinctly. A pale film of light appeared, starting at the floor, growing and stretching until it had surrounded her protectively, like a magical bubble. Then it did the same for Fenris, allowing him to move freely, yet protecting his skin/fur from further damage.
Dropping to her knees with a pained moan, she surveyed the damaged to her skin. Her arms and lower body were badly charred, her hair was crinkled from the heat exposure, and the parts of her skin that managed to remain untouched by the flames were flushed with a dark blush. Keeping her wand in a tight grip, she blinked her eyes, trying to relieve them of the stinging sensation.
Don't kill her too quick.. make her suffer first. she sent the lycan, her words clipped and furious.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Sept 22, 2005 21:05:13 GMT
OOC: Ok time out! First off I am an Elementalist, I called the Clouds and Rain and Lightning. Two: The clouds swirling around make it impossible for anyone to see. Three: the smell of -as you so kindly corrected me- 'burning flesh' makes it impossible for you to smell me out. I admit you may 'Know' where I am because I haven't moved, but since when were Lycans immune to electrocution? That being said:
BIC: Feeling the Hot breath of Fenris so close to her Ashlle finally did scream. However the scream was not a human scream but a scream of wind. Using her emotions and pain to tap even more deeply into the Elements, Ashlle had summoned a Whirlwind. It blasted the Lycan into one of the sharp protruding stones near the top of the hall.
It had not been Ashlle intention to do this, only to throw him away from her. However as she weakened the Storm she had summoned grew in power, her magic feeding of her secret inner malice, her agony and her feelings of helplessness and despair.
Why did no one come? Surly the Heads had noticed there was a Lightning Storm in the Great Hall? Surly Kezaa -being part demon- could feel her agony, had heard her prayer that he get her out of here? Was what she'd been reading about the Goddess untrue?
"Please help" she breathed, still inaudible in the raging storm.
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Post by Faerlain on Sept 22, 2005 21:22:09 GMT
It had been a fairly ordinary night for Faye, one filled mostly with homework and innocent chit-chat with Lottie on the topic of next year's Quidditch season. When the time came for dinner, she decided to head out without Lottie, considering that she had already grown rather hungry and wasn't willing to wait. So after grabbing her usual black robe and her wand, she exited the common room and headed towards the Great Hall. Tonight's dinner was supposed to be consisting of some rather yummy chicken cassarole, followed by some apple pie with vanilla ice cream for dessert. That was something that she definitly couldn't bear to miss.
Her footsteps echoed off the relatively quiet hallways, since most of the students had already gone to dinner. She was late once again, apparently. And she didn't want to miss that apple pie. Groaning to herself, she broke into a run. It wasn't much futher now..
Suddenly, the sound of lighting and the screams of terrified students broke through the air, shattering the previous calm. Worry rose up in her throat as a bit of smoke emitted from the doors of the Great Hall, which she quickly flung open to reveal a scene of utter chaos. There was signs of a storm everywhere and part of the roof was blown off. She noticed a number of students both injured and some were lying too limp.... gravely limp.
"What in Merlin's beard is going on here?!" She screamed, also suddenly taking notice of the lycan who was advancing upon a red-headed younger student. Didn't the lycans have enough prey? Why did they have to come here? It was apparent that the girl was fighting back as best she could, but it looked like her "elemental" efforts were only bringing more harm than good.
"Stupify!" She screamed, whipping out her wand and pointing it directly as the rampaging lycan. It might only be enough to stun him for a minute or so, but even that much would be enough. Sighing, she wondered why these things had to happen to her- after all, the only thing she'd wanted was a slice of pie. Somehow, she wound up having to deal with a lycan deciding to randomly slaughter students.
This was certainly going to be interesting.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS . . .
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Sept 22, 2005 21:37:15 GMT
Hearing the shouted spell from a seemingly older student Ashlle finally let the storm and her control go. "Help me! she cried as the Lightning and clouds slowly faded back into the night where they'd come from. "Get me down! I don't want to Die!" She wept bitter tears for the mess she'd gotten involved in.
If that girl, whoever she is, helps me, I swear I'll never stick up for anyone again thought Ashlle hysterically I'll never make another friend, I'll never even Look at another person with any sort of trust. I promise, I promise, just let her save me!
Still pined to the upright table with Dinner Knives through her clothes, arm, shoulder, thigh and abdomen, She wept -what little liquid was left in her body- out. Throughly dehydrated, with a puddle of her own blood on the floor, all she wanted in the world was to get down and to the Hospital Wing.
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Sept 22, 2005 22:03:30 GMT
A gust of wind stronger than anything she had ever felt rushed by Kira, almost knocking her to the ground. She stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance, moving once more toward where Ashlle was supposed to be.
A yell came from the entrance of the Great Hall, sending a stun charm toward one of the lycans. Kira felt relief that someone who knew what they were doing was nearby. She just prayed that they would be able to help.
Hearing Ashlle yell for help, she sped up her pace, mindless of the shattered dishes beneath her feet. Barking her shins on a chair, she tripped, tearing her newly healed hands open anew on the shards of glass that littered the floor. Pushing herself back up, Kira suddenly noticed that the storm was gone. The inferno that had been threatening to consume the Great Hall just moments before was silenced, though the calm air was still thick with smoke.
"OK, where's Ashlle," she ordered the cane in her hand once more.
"Miss Rainier is two point three feet ahead and slightly to the right. Please be advised that there are numerous obstacles between your current position and the objective."
Closing the small gap between herself and Ashlle, Kira reached out a cautious hand, fingers coming to rest on the edge of an upturned table. Questing further, she encountered soft fabric, something that felt like clothes.
"Ashlle!" she yelled desperately. "Let's go! C'mon!"
Fingertips moved farther up the table, contacting a knife, fabric surrounding it wet with blood.
"Oh, no," she cried, voice taking on an even more desperate tone. "Ashlle, tell me how to get you down! What do I do?"
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Luka
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Post by Luka on Sept 22, 2005 22:05:49 GMT
(ooc: May I join in?)
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Post by Faerlain on Sept 22, 2005 22:08:54 GMT
(OOC: I think that we should wait for Fenris to post first, guys.)
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Sept 23, 2005 0:00:07 GMT
What cesspool of stupidity bred such unruly and arrogant creatures? A pair of dull blue, icey irises glared down at the lycans from above, originating from the lofty second floor that usually housed honor students. It was a very lonely floor indeed, but nonetheless it was foolhardy for the creatures to assume no one would come in unnoticed. Kezaa was someone that did not like using his abilities in front of anyone, especially common thugs such as these. After scaling the stone staircase, Kez watched with hardened concentration as he beheld the lycan having his way with Kezaa's student. He quickly laid flat to ground out any attraction he may have held with the lightning storm as the arbitrary storm clouds rolled in at an alarming rate.
Brushing off any minor burns his coat may have incured, it appeared one of the prefects came in to utilize the distraction the storm caused. And now, it was the blonde's turn to further the ante.
Jumping down over the railing, Kez landed atop the propped up table and stared down at the lycan, though stunned, with his jaws still around Ashlle's throat. Jumping down behind the table, he grabbed the end of it and used the leverage to slam his end back down and over another table. The makeshift fulcrum nailed the lycan full in the jaw, sending him reeling several feet away. If that, combined with the earlier spell, didn't knock the male senseless, Kez wasn't sure what would.
"Get. Out." the young man growled, stepping out from behind the table. This was his one and only warning before someone started losing limbs.
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 23, 2005 8:59:25 GMT
ooc: Where does it say you are an elemental? But I will play along with this new devilry.
bic: The gust of wind that erupted from the girl's mouth seemed physically impossible but some how he was blown away and tossed about in the gust like a rag doll. While tumbling about in that maelstrom; Fenris didn't realize that he was going up toward the hole in the ceiling where the lightening had rained down upon him and the female lycan. Disoriented by the sudden attack, it was too late for Fenris Fenrir to take note of a sharp stone that lay directly in his path.
That is until it crashed into his right fore limb and shattered the bone. Fenris howled out in rage and agony but is was cut short as the whirlwind ceased to exist and gravity took over. Down; down plummeted the behemoth of a lycan and with a mighty crash; he was laid low on the stone floor. It seemed for a time that Fenris had passed through the Golden Gate; that he was in a better place where he could rip out the throats of all humans. Then those glorious images of paradise faded from out of mind and memory as Fenris returned to the present moment. Though despite lack of movement of much of his body; several signs clearly showed that he had survived. His black eyes slowly begun to open revealing all the hatred that Fenrir bore against mankind, but now this hatred was fueled by the damage that this little girl had inflected on him.
A mere child had hurt Fenris Fenrir; such an outrage was intolerable! Fenris had never hurt so much before when encountering humans; all they had tried to do to him before was drive him off. Never did they try to hold off his rage single-handedly. Just the thought of humans standing against him thrust new vigor into Fenris mind and he willed himself to stand. Seven times he tried to stand; seven failures were all that followed. But on the eighth try; he succeed. Muted whimpers of pain and snarls of unquenchable anger echoed from the deepest part of the silver-grey lycan's throat as he walked, rather dragged, his body toward the upright table and this time; he would merciful. No long wait awaited this girl once Fenris returned to his original spot; only the ferryman would await her now in the darkest reaches of the World.
As the mighty maw of Fenris gaped open to accept the tender flesh around the pinned girl's throat; a shout was heard from the far end of the room and Fenris found that he could not move a muscle. 'What new devilry is this?', thought Fenris aloud; but now sooner had that thought left the confines of his warped brain did yet another surprise come to him. The muscles in his jaw were regaining their old strength as the spell weakened, but soon that jaw was hit full force by the table that held the girl in place. The force of the blow sent Fenris Fenrir a few feet away from where he started; but it was misfortune that plagued him this day for his already broken fore limb was the one that landed first.
No blood came from the broken limb for it was already bleeding inside of him, but Fenris' jaw was spewing blood as he hacked and coughed. Fenris could not raise himself from the floor; he tried many times but with each fall he became all the weaker. It was a cold voice that caught Fenrir's attention and he weakly turned his head toward the source. A boy; a mere boy told him to leave the Great Hall and never return. Pulsating anger and wrath threatened to shove forth and give Fenris strength; enough strength to lunge forward one last time and clamp his jaw on the boy's throat, yet the boiling emotions gave him no strength this time round.
So he lay there; as feeble and weak as a pup. This was such a disgrace for the lycan; now he was going to lose favor for not accomplishing what he was ordered to do; now he was mostly likely going to be replaced by some upstart demon whelp! As Fenris coughed up a splintered canine, he glared daggers at all that he could see but this would do him no good. With only one trick left up his sleeve, Fenris resorted to the most degrading thing in his mind; he crawled. Like a mongrel and cur he slunk away from the fray that he would have won had not he been interrupted. but now Fenris Fenrir knew the faces of those who did harm to his body; those faces would to torn from their bodies the next time he encountered them.
It took ages for him to reach the main door way of the Great Hall, but upon leaving the Castle; one last thought was left to linger in the minds of those in the room. 'If you think that you have won; this is just the beginning. I may only be a pawn in the Master's chess game but even the pawn can become a higher piece. So next time, human scum, you will be the ones crawling on the floor for the door. You will be the ones...the slime that soils this world with it's mere stench and rotting filth... that bite the dust. And when that moment commons; I will bite you.'
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS . . .
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Sept 23, 2005 14:38:52 GMT
For one moment Ashlle thought to call out to Fenris, to make a deal with him, that if he left the school and herself alone that she would heal him. However then he left with those words of revenge and all thought of such a thing was burned from her mind. So to was the thought of leaving MH, for if she left and when home Fenris would find her and no one would come and save her then. "ohhhhhh!" groaned Ashlle. Although people were coming to her rescue no one yet had freed her from the the table and by now her body was going to what the Muggles called shock. She was not unfamiliar with this sensation. Once long ago some of the boy's at her first Orphanage had beat her up so bad (with garbage pail lids) that she'd been sent to the Hospital to recover. And yet, they didn't realize that they were the ones who'd started the Fire, what fools . . . she tried to cry out 'Your all such fools" but by then she was somewhere between waking as sleeping where the ghost of your past are free to rip at you to their hearts content. OOC: Fenris, I added the links of how I learned to be an Elemetalist to my Bio, here: mhcb.conforums3.com/index.cgi?board=gryff&action=display&num=1120323367Believe me, I learned the hard way not to make things up.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Sept 23, 2005 17:04:05 GMT
His expression turned from the murderous seriousness that scrutinized the savage lycan before to bleak disgust and boredom. He listened intuitively to the poisonous threats the little assassin sent all the corresponding humans in the room. His hand went up, and started waving as if dismissing a bothersome fly.
"Get lost, rookie. No one likes a sore loser. You don't see us coming in your forest and assulting your brethren, so I don't think you have any right to b*tch!!" the last syllable was the one word that was the most loudly projected from Kezaa's mouth, and the word reverberated down the hallway and through the great doors of the hall.
Kez snapped back in the moment though, when he realized that Ashlle was still in an excedingly uncomfortable spot, with several lacerations from the throwing knives the dastard sent her. Carefully examining the wounds, he was relieved to discover that they had managed to avoid any major arteries, so removing the blades definitely would have been a pleasant idea for the girl.
"Ashlle, normally I would ask you to watch to see how to safely remove knives from a person's body, but this time, you may close your eyes if you like." he said, tenderly stroking her cheek with several of his fingers and wiping away the trails of tears that ran down her face. Without another moment, Kez eyed the four injuries, each belonging to the arm, shoulder, abdomen and thigh. Thankfully, none of them went in deep enough to actually pin her to the table like the other ones holding her sleeves, so he knew that the sudden turning of the table did not actually aggravate or widen any of her injuries. Taking a short, solitary breath, Kez held it as his hands and arms went to work. Darting from each sequencial injury, he lightly and carefully removed the blades with the touch of a surgeon's hand. Within the next two seconds, he crossed his arms to himself, holding each of the knives by their handles between his fingers, two for each hand.
"Secret Knife Catching Technique, level 2." with that, he dropped the knives to the ground frivolously and went over to his student, pulling her from the table despite tearing her robes slightly. He then tore off segments of his coat, wrapping them tightly around the lacerations on her extremities, followed by an even larger and tightly wound strip of cloth around Ashlle's side.
"Can you walk?" he asked with a great hint of sympathy in his voice. He knew she had a hard evening, and he already intended on carrying her to the Wing whether she needed him to or not.
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