Sorry this was late to get out, my muse left for a bit.
Dulce Ambrosia: That might happen in the next chapter or not. Matters how much I want to write in the next couple of days. But it should be in the next. . . I just need to work on some characters.
Tjones: Sorry about the lack of action, I hope this has some for you. Sorry this was late. . . I'll try being better! Just things have been happenin, ya know?
Daugain Hecale: I'm glad you think so, but others don't agree apparently. All the ideas just come as I write, my secret muse that likes taking trips. Lol I hope you have fun with hair colors, I recently dyed mine black for Halloween but its dark brown and green cause my hairs so freaking blonde! I hope for the best in Red and San, but don't forget there are lots of other soulmate couples I'm setting up. Just call me a match-maker.
Enigma Chapter 12
San ran down the stairs quickly then pulled open the oak door as soon as she could. The heavy door was a barrier between someone she knew and trusted-and it became slightly odd that every person she trusted she had seen over the past day and a half.
Unique cat eyes stared at her. Yellow with a tinge of gold and green, and black slits. The slits were wide and the pale face was broken with a smile. Onyx black hair tilted over his eyes.
San smiled and met those startling eyes. "Laden Jash," she said softly.
@~`~~,~~
Strong hands pushed on Trent's chest and the surprisingly warm body was forced away. He looked up and met the smoldering angry eyes of Jahn, the red brighter than he'd ever seen before. He balled his hands into fists and leashed his own emotions while she started speaking to him.
"What," she snapped, "you think you can come in here, suggest I leave Sandrine Transinale alone, then kiss me and bend me to your weak human will?" Her eyes were narrowed, black surrounding the unearthly red, hands clawed and fangs bared.
"Of course not," he snarled back truthfully. The kiss had been on impulse, and he was itching to pull her back in his arms.
"Get out," the voice came as a hiss. "She won't be killed, but she will go back to the Dragon Realm."
"How do I know you aren't lying?" he asked, even as he began walking towards the door once again.
"I never lie." Her words laid on him filled with truth as the door slammed an inch from his face.
@~`~~,~~
Shiya twisted the throttle and heard the roar of the Harley's engine. The wind whipped past her face and the crowds around her were easily dodged. Only a block until she reached the Dailmon home.
Raine would have been following her if he had known where she was going, but a good dose of Human poison had knocked him out cold. She had left him sleeping on his nice warm bed in a dark corner.
Shiya turned onto the cul-de-sac that the Dailmon house rested in. The upper-suburban area was quiet except for the exhaust of the Harley. She pulled her motorcycle to the curb in front of the house and studied it before removing her helmet. A small tree grew in the front yard surrounded by bright green grass; a patio erupted from one side blocking a pair of glass doors. A gate blocked the entryway of the house, but the glass front doors with intricate designs revealed a mass of pale skin and dark hair walking by.
Shiya opened the white gate and stepped up to the door, raising her hand to knock.
"What the *hell* are you doing here?" asked a menacing voice of a certain red-head.
@~`~~,~~
Raksha Dailmon lifted herself from the leather chair in her mother's lounge/office, pushing in the button to her computers monitor. The screen flicked black and she started walking away from the room, turned back and grabbed the necklace lying on the wooden desk.
As soon as her pale fingers touched the silver Celtic knot, sudden warmth seeped into her arm and traveled up to her shoulder. It crept farther up until her eyes turned hot and they blurred to form images behind her closed eyelids.
Thyr, dressed as she was when she had left Raksha moments ago, talking to a woman with pure blonde hair and black menacing eyes. Shiya Pertan, one of the low Guardians of Long Beach. An unnatural glow flickered on their faces from the hot red witch fire growing from Thyr's cupped palms.
They were in front of Raksha's house. . .
"I need to talk to Raksha," Shiya said, pulling her arm down from the door. Her crisp leather jacket was opened and revealed a black spandex tank top.
"What about?" Thyr asked and stepped towards Shiya. The red witch fire in her hands pulsed.
"Personal things," Shiya said simply, hand reaching into her back to pull a long dagger from her jacket. It was slim but gleamed in the red light, edge twinkling with hidden dangers.
Thyr, taking this as a threat, launched the fire at Shiya. The Guardian watched it, eyes narrowed, red lights flickering in her eyes and it began to shrink into a golf ball sized orb. Shiya lifted her blade and caught the light, bouncing it off the blade with ease and sending it back at Thyr.
Thyr stared as the ball came closer and closer, as if time had frozen. The glass door opened and Raksha ran out, watching as the death came faster for her friend.
@~`~~,~~
Raksha opened her eyes and jumped up again from her seat, flying towards the door and skidding past it on the tiled floor and socks. She had seen Shiya coming towards the door. . .
@~`~~,~~
"We felt the powers stir," Laden said as he settled himself onto a couch in the living room. He created a knife from a hidden place on his body and set it on the coffee table, sharp edge facing himself in a sign of peace.
"What powers?" San said, sitting across from him. She crossed her arms and watched him.
He shifted slightly and gave her a piercing stare. "When you crossed realms. We've felt the powers mix and the portal is open now, permanently." Bitterness laced his voice.
"How had my crossing over caused the portal to open? It's never done that before." Portals open to each side, Humans and Dragons capable of mingling. . .
His eyes were amused, the yellow mixing with a light green and burning with an awkward flame. "The Silver and Red Dragon both crossed over, the portal was used so much, unique individuals used their own powers to open the pathway. . . Our own powers decided to leak and mingle with the Humans. It's quite neat," Laden said easily, as if discussing the weather to another adult.
"The powers are. . . unbalanced?" asked San, putting this in terms she was more familiar with.
"Extremely. And this has only been one day." He leaned forward to make sure her concentration was on the here and now.
"What do you mean?"
"Untopia needs you there. You have to go back," Laden said simply.
@~`~~,~~
Red stared at the glowing doorway in the dark colors of the woods. Bright blues and purples swirled and mixed, green threads leaking into the exotic swirls. Untopia and Earth, mixing, he thought.
He stepped into the vortex of light, into the Human world, to rip San from her heaven.
@~`~~,~~
Me is done for the moment. R/R please! Gets these out faster.
Dulce Ambrosia: That might happen in the next chapter or not. Matters how much I want to write in the next couple of days. But it should be in the next. . . I just need to work on some characters.
Tjones: Sorry about the lack of action, I hope this has some for you. Sorry this was late. . . I'll try being better! Just things have been happenin, ya know?
Daugain Hecale: I'm glad you think so, but others don't agree apparently. All the ideas just come as I write, my secret muse that likes taking trips. Lol I hope you have fun with hair colors, I recently dyed mine black for Halloween but its dark brown and green cause my hairs so freaking blonde! I hope for the best in Red and San, but don't forget there are lots of other soulmate couples I'm setting up. Just call me a match-maker.
Enigma Chapter 12
San ran down the stairs quickly then pulled open the oak door as soon as she could. The heavy door was a barrier between someone she knew and trusted-and it became slightly odd that every person she trusted she had seen over the past day and a half.
Unique cat eyes stared at her. Yellow with a tinge of gold and green, and black slits. The slits were wide and the pale face was broken with a smile. Onyx black hair tilted over his eyes.
San smiled and met those startling eyes. "Laden Jash," she said softly.
@~`~~,~~
Strong hands pushed on Trent's chest and the surprisingly warm body was forced away. He looked up and met the smoldering angry eyes of Jahn, the red brighter than he'd ever seen before. He balled his hands into fists and leashed his own emotions while she started speaking to him.
"What," she snapped, "you think you can come in here, suggest I leave Sandrine Transinale alone, then kiss me and bend me to your weak human will?" Her eyes were narrowed, black surrounding the unearthly red, hands clawed and fangs bared.
"Of course not," he snarled back truthfully. The kiss had been on impulse, and he was itching to pull her back in his arms.
"Get out," the voice came as a hiss. "She won't be killed, but she will go back to the Dragon Realm."
"How do I know you aren't lying?" he asked, even as he began walking towards the door once again.
"I never lie." Her words laid on him filled with truth as the door slammed an inch from his face.
@~`~~,~~
Shiya twisted the throttle and heard the roar of the Harley's engine. The wind whipped past her face and the crowds around her were easily dodged. Only a block until she reached the Dailmon home.
Raine would have been following her if he had known where she was going, but a good dose of Human poison had knocked him out cold. She had left him sleeping on his nice warm bed in a dark corner.
Shiya turned onto the cul-de-sac that the Dailmon house rested in. The upper-suburban area was quiet except for the exhaust of the Harley. She pulled her motorcycle to the curb in front of the house and studied it before removing her helmet. A small tree grew in the front yard surrounded by bright green grass; a patio erupted from one side blocking a pair of glass doors. A gate blocked the entryway of the house, but the glass front doors with intricate designs revealed a mass of pale skin and dark hair walking by.
Shiya opened the white gate and stepped up to the door, raising her hand to knock.
"What the *hell* are you doing here?" asked a menacing voice of a certain red-head.
@~`~~,~~
Raksha Dailmon lifted herself from the leather chair in her mother's lounge/office, pushing in the button to her computers monitor. The screen flicked black and she started walking away from the room, turned back and grabbed the necklace lying on the wooden desk.
As soon as her pale fingers touched the silver Celtic knot, sudden warmth seeped into her arm and traveled up to her shoulder. It crept farther up until her eyes turned hot and they blurred to form images behind her closed eyelids.
Thyr, dressed as she was when she had left Raksha moments ago, talking to a woman with pure blonde hair and black menacing eyes. Shiya Pertan, one of the low Guardians of Long Beach. An unnatural glow flickered on their faces from the hot red witch fire growing from Thyr's cupped palms.
They were in front of Raksha's house. . .
"I need to talk to Raksha," Shiya said, pulling her arm down from the door. Her crisp leather jacket was opened and revealed a black spandex tank top.
"What about?" Thyr asked and stepped towards Shiya. The red witch fire in her hands pulsed.
"Personal things," Shiya said simply, hand reaching into her back to pull a long dagger from her jacket. It was slim but gleamed in the red light, edge twinkling with hidden dangers.
Thyr, taking this as a threat, launched the fire at Shiya. The Guardian watched it, eyes narrowed, red lights flickering in her eyes and it began to shrink into a golf ball sized orb. Shiya lifted her blade and caught the light, bouncing it off the blade with ease and sending it back at Thyr.
Thyr stared as the ball came closer and closer, as if time had frozen. The glass door opened and Raksha ran out, watching as the death came faster for her friend.
@~`~~,~~
Raksha opened her eyes and jumped up again from her seat, flying towards the door and skidding past it on the tiled floor and socks. She had seen Shiya coming towards the door. . .
@~`~~,~~
"We felt the powers stir," Laden said as he settled himself onto a couch in the living room. He created a knife from a hidden place on his body and set it on the coffee table, sharp edge facing himself in a sign of peace.
"What powers?" San said, sitting across from him. She crossed her arms and watched him.
He shifted slightly and gave her a piercing stare. "When you crossed realms. We've felt the powers mix and the portal is open now, permanently." Bitterness laced his voice.
"How had my crossing over caused the portal to open? It's never done that before." Portals open to each side, Humans and Dragons capable of mingling. . .
His eyes were amused, the yellow mixing with a light green and burning with an awkward flame. "The Silver and Red Dragon both crossed over, the portal was used so much, unique individuals used their own powers to open the pathway. . . Our own powers decided to leak and mingle with the Humans. It's quite neat," Laden said easily, as if discussing the weather to another adult.
"The powers are. . . unbalanced?" asked San, putting this in terms she was more familiar with.
"Extremely. And this has only been one day." He leaned forward to make sure her concentration was on the here and now.
"What do you mean?"
"Untopia needs you there. You have to go back," Laden said simply.
@~`~~,~~
Red stared at the glowing doorway in the dark colors of the woods. Bright blues and purples swirled and mixed, green threads leaking into the exotic swirls. Untopia and Earth, mixing, he thought.
He stepped into the vortex of light, into the Human world, to rip San from her heaven.
@~`~~,~~
Me is done for the moment. R/R please! Gets these out faster.