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Oh, before I forget, there's cussing. If you're totally insulted, sorry. That's how my language is: not pretty. Skip this chapter if you really have a problem with it and e-mail me and I'll give you a cliff's notes version. ^.^
Ok. Last chapter might have been crappy, but I don't care. I was in a car all day, it was getting on to 1:00 AM, I was talking to my cousin through most of it so I was a wee bit distracted, and I'm still mad that they took Kenshin off. I LOVED THAT SHOW!!!! Perhaps I'll write an RK fic next. Hmmm.
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Ronin hadn't seen hide or scale of the Dragon and that made him slightly nervous. It had been several days since he had the last dream with it and none of the others had seen the spirits either. It had been quiet everywhere. No one passed the apartment. The sirens were silent when they should have been wailing. The air even seemed to have a stifling feeling to it. It all put Ronin on edge.
The night air was hot, as was the day. The candles burned brightly as the Pack lounged around the room. Blade was making arrows for Griffin, and Griffin was making a new bow. Owen was at his computer again and Taryn was trying to talk sense into Ronin.
"You can't go out! I have a feeling something bad'll happen. You just can't go! Please-" she begged.
"Taryn stop! I'm not asking you to come too; I just need some air and something to set aflame! Just, just- ARGH!" Ronin growled eyes a shining amber. They didn't fade back to the warm violet so much anymore. Ronin was edgier and more solitary than usual. He wouldn't even take the company of Taryn much.
He stormed out leaving everyone else gaping openmouthed at him. He slammed the door shut behind him and made his way to the street. As soon as his booted foot connected with the concrete he could sense danger.
'May I be of assistance?' the Dragon piped in.
'I was wondering where you were.' Ronin responded.
'Well?'
'Oh, assistance, right. I suppose. Let's see what you can do.'
The Dragon smirked inwardly. Ronin 'stepped' aside and let the Dragon in control. The white of his eyes sheened over and darkened to black. His eyes were eerie: black with shining amber irises. His demeanor seemed to darken and he stood differently, like a tiger surrounded by wounded rabbits. A snarl fixed itself on his face and all of this happening almost faster than the blink of an eye.
Formerly hidden government operatives crouched where they were and before they could move in defense, they were all burnt to unrecognizable crisps.
He stood in the circle of blackened pavement and looked out upon the city. Taryn and the rest of the boys came pouring out of the apartment. Power emanated off of him in all but tangible waves. The Pack stopped just outside of the burnt ring and gawked at him. They all knew what had happened; in all actuality they were expecting it to happen to one of them. They weren't expecting so soon, or Ronin, for it to happen.
"Ronin-" Taryn began but stopped.
"Ronin's not here at the moment, can I take a message?" Ronin said in a dark and malevolent voice.
'Oh, that wasn't original. Lemme out. It's my turn again.' Ronin thought to the Dragon.
'Fine.'
Ronin's eyes faded back to white and his irises to violet. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. He looked around at his stunned friends, each of their mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
"Uh, hey guys," Ronin said uncertainly.
"Ronin, is it really you?" Taryn asked uncertainly.
"What the fuck are you thinking?!? You let it control you?!? I ask again, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?" Blade screamed.
Ronin stepped back as if he'd been hit. He was stunned at first by his friend's outburst, then enraged.
"Is it you're decision to make for me? I don't remember you being in my head making the bargain," Ronin said in a cold and quiet tone. He lowered his head. His scruffy bangs covered his eyes, but he made no move to brush them away.
"So you've let him win?" Owen asked somberly.
"No one will win. This isn't a game. Don't you feel the pull of the spirit? Doesn't it just eat at your very being? Doesn't it make it hard to think straight?" Ronin asked lifting his head, exposing his eyes. They were a stormy mix of amber and violet. No color truly dominating, always shifting.
Each of the Pack looked to one another, evaluating themselves.
"Actually, no. I haven't felt it in at least a week now," Taryn said slowly, thoughtfully.
His eyes flashed burning amber. "WHAT?" he hissed.
"We haven't felt them. It's as simple as that," Owen said matter-of-factly.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Griffin remained silent. He made no move to talk; he hardly even seemed to be listening. His brow was furrowed and sweat was gathering on his face, though no one noticed. He stood still, the breeze lightly moving his feathers. He clenched his eyes shut and grimaced. It was then that Ronin's gaze fell upon him.
Griffin was shaking by this time. His wings opened and closed, not sure which position hurt less. Ronin didn't take his eyes off of Griffin. Ronin's eyes flashed black and white, amber and violet. He knew what was going on, and it angered him.
"Griffin, let it go. He'll kill your spirit if you don't," Ronin said with a tinge of desperation in his voice.
Griffin was clutching his head. He raised his ever-changing eyes to Ronin. There were tears on the brink of falling and his face was contorted in pain.
"Why.Ronin.I." he stammered. Ronin's insides churned in his rage.
Then, all of the sudden, Griffin stood. Calm and collected he stood there. One eye was black, the other white. The Dragon in Ronin recognized the change.
'They're at a stalemate. There are two choices for the boy now. The first, let the Griffin win. The second, and probably not the one you want, is for the Griffin to kill the boy's spirit and use his body.' Dragon said with no discernable tone in his voice. 'Would you mind if I spoke to the Griffin? Every lifetime, we seemed to get along the best, perhaps he would listen.'
'You'd do that?' Ronin questioned.
'I have a feeling that if you're all upset about something, my existence would become much more stressful, less lazy.' Dragon retorted.
'Point taken. Knock yourself out.'
Ronin's eyes darkened to black but the violet remained in the irises.
"Indecisive again Griffin?" Dragon asked.
"It may be easy for you to make bargains Dragon," two voices came from the boy Griffin, a darker tone and one that was Griffin's. "But, they aren't as quick for me."
"You remember last time? You left it like this and the boy's body died. You got left out of the action. Quit this fool act now," Ronin's voice held an air of authority that it had never before.
"Fine, fine," he said and Griffin's eyes went all black then back to their normal color.
'Did it work?' Ronin questioned.
'It did, you're welcome.' Dragon said and 'stepped' aside and let Ronin to the surface again.
Ronin shook his head as his eyes brightened and he looked hard at Griffin. He stared off for a moment, but his eyes came back to focus slowly.
"You ok man?" Ronin asked carefully.
"Was that. Did you do that?" He asked.
"The Dragon did," Ronin said with a tinge of a smile on his face.
To Ronin and Griffin, no one else was there. They didn't even remember the others' presence until a jet noise began to boom over head.
"The hell?" Blade said.
A black SR-71 began to lower itself and the roar of the engines died down.
"Lippoli's come."
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That's all for tonight chillins. I'm wiped. I went to the State Fair today. Smelly and bad allersneeze. So I think I'll shower again for like the seventh time and hope that that animal smell will get out of my nose. Can't you tell that I'm a city chick?
Looks to me like Lippoli and Ronin will be united again. Do you think they should? I need some input. It's up to you guys. Gimme some feedback. I won't update again until I get at least five responses where I should go. So get crackin!
[review as always]
Bins bins: I luv u cuz. No joke. If it's cheating to have you read, I don't care. Pepsi and cake on my mom's birthday. Promise
The Griffin: fine, not writers pet. Though I do love you for your lovely notes!
Anyone else?
Oh, before I forget, there's cussing. If you're totally insulted, sorry. That's how my language is: not pretty. Skip this chapter if you really have a problem with it and e-mail me and I'll give you a cliff's notes version. ^.^
Ok. Last chapter might have been crappy, but I don't care. I was in a car all day, it was getting on to 1:00 AM, I was talking to my cousin through most of it so I was a wee bit distracted, and I'm still mad that they took Kenshin off. I LOVED THAT SHOW!!!! Perhaps I'll write an RK fic next. Hmmm.
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Ronin hadn't seen hide or scale of the Dragon and that made him slightly nervous. It had been several days since he had the last dream with it and none of the others had seen the spirits either. It had been quiet everywhere. No one passed the apartment. The sirens were silent when they should have been wailing. The air even seemed to have a stifling feeling to it. It all put Ronin on edge.
The night air was hot, as was the day. The candles burned brightly as the Pack lounged around the room. Blade was making arrows for Griffin, and Griffin was making a new bow. Owen was at his computer again and Taryn was trying to talk sense into Ronin.
"You can't go out! I have a feeling something bad'll happen. You just can't go! Please-" she begged.
"Taryn stop! I'm not asking you to come too; I just need some air and something to set aflame! Just, just- ARGH!" Ronin growled eyes a shining amber. They didn't fade back to the warm violet so much anymore. Ronin was edgier and more solitary than usual. He wouldn't even take the company of Taryn much.
He stormed out leaving everyone else gaping openmouthed at him. He slammed the door shut behind him and made his way to the street. As soon as his booted foot connected with the concrete he could sense danger.
'May I be of assistance?' the Dragon piped in.
'I was wondering where you were.' Ronin responded.
'Well?'
'Oh, assistance, right. I suppose. Let's see what you can do.'
The Dragon smirked inwardly. Ronin 'stepped' aside and let the Dragon in control. The white of his eyes sheened over and darkened to black. His eyes were eerie: black with shining amber irises. His demeanor seemed to darken and he stood differently, like a tiger surrounded by wounded rabbits. A snarl fixed itself on his face and all of this happening almost faster than the blink of an eye.
Formerly hidden government operatives crouched where they were and before they could move in defense, they were all burnt to unrecognizable crisps.
He stood in the circle of blackened pavement and looked out upon the city. Taryn and the rest of the boys came pouring out of the apartment. Power emanated off of him in all but tangible waves. The Pack stopped just outside of the burnt ring and gawked at him. They all knew what had happened; in all actuality they were expecting it to happen to one of them. They weren't expecting so soon, or Ronin, for it to happen.
"Ronin-" Taryn began but stopped.
"Ronin's not here at the moment, can I take a message?" Ronin said in a dark and malevolent voice.
'Oh, that wasn't original. Lemme out. It's my turn again.' Ronin thought to the Dragon.
'Fine.'
Ronin's eyes faded back to white and his irises to violet. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. He looked around at his stunned friends, each of their mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
"Uh, hey guys," Ronin said uncertainly.
"Ronin, is it really you?" Taryn asked uncertainly.
"What the fuck are you thinking?!? You let it control you?!? I ask again, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?" Blade screamed.
Ronin stepped back as if he'd been hit. He was stunned at first by his friend's outburst, then enraged.
"Is it you're decision to make for me? I don't remember you being in my head making the bargain," Ronin said in a cold and quiet tone. He lowered his head. His scruffy bangs covered his eyes, but he made no move to brush them away.
"So you've let him win?" Owen asked somberly.
"No one will win. This isn't a game. Don't you feel the pull of the spirit? Doesn't it just eat at your very being? Doesn't it make it hard to think straight?" Ronin asked lifting his head, exposing his eyes. They were a stormy mix of amber and violet. No color truly dominating, always shifting.
Each of the Pack looked to one another, evaluating themselves.
"Actually, no. I haven't felt it in at least a week now," Taryn said slowly, thoughtfully.
His eyes flashed burning amber. "WHAT?" he hissed.
"We haven't felt them. It's as simple as that," Owen said matter-of-factly.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Griffin remained silent. He made no move to talk; he hardly even seemed to be listening. His brow was furrowed and sweat was gathering on his face, though no one noticed. He stood still, the breeze lightly moving his feathers. He clenched his eyes shut and grimaced. It was then that Ronin's gaze fell upon him.
Griffin was shaking by this time. His wings opened and closed, not sure which position hurt less. Ronin didn't take his eyes off of Griffin. Ronin's eyes flashed black and white, amber and violet. He knew what was going on, and it angered him.
"Griffin, let it go. He'll kill your spirit if you don't," Ronin said with a tinge of desperation in his voice.
Griffin was clutching his head. He raised his ever-changing eyes to Ronin. There were tears on the brink of falling and his face was contorted in pain.
"Why.Ronin.I." he stammered. Ronin's insides churned in his rage.
Then, all of the sudden, Griffin stood. Calm and collected he stood there. One eye was black, the other white. The Dragon in Ronin recognized the change.
'They're at a stalemate. There are two choices for the boy now. The first, let the Griffin win. The second, and probably not the one you want, is for the Griffin to kill the boy's spirit and use his body.' Dragon said with no discernable tone in his voice. 'Would you mind if I spoke to the Griffin? Every lifetime, we seemed to get along the best, perhaps he would listen.'
'You'd do that?' Ronin questioned.
'I have a feeling that if you're all upset about something, my existence would become much more stressful, less lazy.' Dragon retorted.
'Point taken. Knock yourself out.'
Ronin's eyes darkened to black but the violet remained in the irises.
"Indecisive again Griffin?" Dragon asked.
"It may be easy for you to make bargains Dragon," two voices came from the boy Griffin, a darker tone and one that was Griffin's. "But, they aren't as quick for me."
"You remember last time? You left it like this and the boy's body died. You got left out of the action. Quit this fool act now," Ronin's voice held an air of authority that it had never before.
"Fine, fine," he said and Griffin's eyes went all black then back to their normal color.
'Did it work?' Ronin questioned.
'It did, you're welcome.' Dragon said and 'stepped' aside and let Ronin to the surface again.
Ronin shook his head as his eyes brightened and he looked hard at Griffin. He stared off for a moment, but his eyes came back to focus slowly.
"You ok man?" Ronin asked carefully.
"Was that. Did you do that?" He asked.
"The Dragon did," Ronin said with a tinge of a smile on his face.
To Ronin and Griffin, no one else was there. They didn't even remember the others' presence until a jet noise began to boom over head.
"The hell?" Blade said.
A black SR-71 began to lower itself and the roar of the engines died down.
"Lippoli's come."
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That's all for tonight chillins. I'm wiped. I went to the State Fair today. Smelly and bad allersneeze. So I think I'll shower again for like the seventh time and hope that that animal smell will get out of my nose. Can't you tell that I'm a city chick?
Looks to me like Lippoli and Ronin will be united again. Do you think they should? I need some input. It's up to you guys. Gimme some feedback. I won't update again until I get at least five responses where I should go. So get crackin!
[review as always]