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Nocturnally-damned (Dee) : Thanks for your support throughout the series so far. Your are almost literally my only reviewer.
Grizzums: Thanks. But why would I be afraid of a vegetarian werewolf?
Paradox
Chapter 7
I collided with a sarafan gaurd who looked down at me in shock. I panted heavily and began sobbing into his tunic.
"What happened Miss?" he asked, prying me off of him.
"Vampires! In the woods!" I gasped. My charade was working if the look on the man's face was anything to judge by.
"Were you bitten?" He demanded, hand on sword his as he eyed the shadows.
I shook my head. No. I had never been bitten.
He sent several of the guards into the woods and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, murmuring words of comfort as I portrayed the innocent little lamb who was attacked. He walked me to the town inn and payed for my room and board for the night. He gave me his name, Skyfire, and left me under the care of the innkeeper's son. The boy was a bit too grabby for his own good. As he attempted to lure me into his bed, as he so obviously had with so many others, I sank my fangs into his throat, caressing his mind into silent submission as I left him drained near dry. I stuck him into the bed, to maintain my humanity in the eyes of the humans so that I could hunt here again. Skyfire would let me in. The next morning, I left the gates of the town, assuring the kind guard that I was fine and able to journey home. I found my swords untouched and headed back to the Razielim fortress. When I reached my room, I poked my head in to see if my roomate was sleeping.
Harthos was sitting on the edge of his bed, in the dark, catlike eyes luminescent (spelling?).
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"Hello to you too." came my sharp reply. What had crawled up his butt and died?
"Where were you?" he asked again, an edge on his voice this time.
"Hunting. Why do you care?"
"How did you know about the humans?" Harthos was avoiding the question.
"I just do. I'll ask one more time: Why do you care?"
"I just do." Harthos was patronizing me. He was trying to get a rise. But why did he care where I was? I threw my belongings back into their respective drawers and headed down to the mess hall. The other fledges were drinking ale by the barrel. Some of their antics were just plain hilarious. One fledge got up and did an all-belch rendition of "You are my sunshine."
Another got his tongue stuck in between the prongs of a fork. The result was cause for a lot of creative swearing as the fledge master cut off his tongue.
"Is that even possible to do?" One of them asked me in response to one of the fork tongue's suggestions.
"Not all at once. But singly, yes, every one of those is in fact possible." I replied, nodding sagely.
"And how would you know that?" The all too familiar voice of my roomate said into my ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased, turning to face him. Sorin hailed me over to one of the tables. I sat down beside him as he voiced his reason for calling me.
"We'd like you to slove a little dispute." he said, glaring at a younger fledge, who had a scantly dressed female hanging all over him, making her desires all too clear to him.
"I'm game." I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the girl's lack of decency.
"Well, Thorn here seems to think that if a demon and a vampire got in a fight that the demon would win. I beg to differ."
"It all depends. Is the vampire armed? How old is he? What kind of demon?"
"No, 500, fire." They both chorused.
"Vampire." I stated with finality.
"THAT"S NOT TRUE!" Thorn was obviously pissed.
"A vampire at age 500 usually has the power over fire. The demon would be almost helpless. How do you think that Kain's early emire was able to keep the fire demons under control?"
Thorn swung at me. I dodged as a bone rending pain shot through my side. That slice should have healed by now. My stomach was quickly soaked with blood. I staggered into the hallway, trying to get back to my room. I didn't make it. I sagged against the wall, wheezing and clutching my side as I bled. Why hadn't it healed? What was wrong? I slid down as Harthos bolted down the hall. 'Has he got a homing device or something?' I thought angrily. He dropped to his knees beside me and looked at the gash, which was still bleeding sluggishly.
Raziel walked down the hall. He eyed me and turned to Harthos.
"What happened?" He demanded icily.
"We don't know. This should have healed by now. She got it yesterday on the battlefield." Harthos inclined his head in respect.
"Well get her cleaned up. Kain wants to see her." Raziel turned briskly on his heel and stalked off. My blood ran cold. Kain? What did he was with me?
Harthos picked me up, an arm behind my knees and the other supporting my back. I felt myself losing conciousness.
"Oh no you don't. You skimp on this meeting with Kain, You're reaver fodder." Harthos bit his own wrist and offerred it to me. I was delierious and took it. I felt myself nearly swamped with strength. His heart did indeed beat. His blood was warm. I quickly cleaned and bandaged myself. I was still a bit unsteady on my feet as I put on my swords. Harthos steadied me and helped my tie them on.
"You can't get there on your own. A Sarafan intiate could kill you in this state. I'm coming with you."
We were on our way.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Nocturnally-damned (Dee) : Thanks for your support throughout the series so far. Your are almost literally my only reviewer.
Grizzums: Thanks. But why would I be afraid of a vegetarian werewolf?
Paradox
Chapter 7
I collided with a sarafan gaurd who looked down at me in shock. I panted heavily and began sobbing into his tunic.
"What happened Miss?" he asked, prying me off of him.
"Vampires! In the woods!" I gasped. My charade was working if the look on the man's face was anything to judge by.
"Were you bitten?" He demanded, hand on sword his as he eyed the shadows.
I shook my head. No. I had never been bitten.
He sent several of the guards into the woods and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, murmuring words of comfort as I portrayed the innocent little lamb who was attacked. He walked me to the town inn and payed for my room and board for the night. He gave me his name, Skyfire, and left me under the care of the innkeeper's son. The boy was a bit too grabby for his own good. As he attempted to lure me into his bed, as he so obviously had with so many others, I sank my fangs into his throat, caressing his mind into silent submission as I left him drained near dry. I stuck him into the bed, to maintain my humanity in the eyes of the humans so that I could hunt here again. Skyfire would let me in. The next morning, I left the gates of the town, assuring the kind guard that I was fine and able to journey home. I found my swords untouched and headed back to the Razielim fortress. When I reached my room, I poked my head in to see if my roomate was sleeping.
Harthos was sitting on the edge of his bed, in the dark, catlike eyes luminescent (spelling?).
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"Hello to you too." came my sharp reply. What had crawled up his butt and died?
"Where were you?" he asked again, an edge on his voice this time.
"Hunting. Why do you care?"
"How did you know about the humans?" Harthos was avoiding the question.
"I just do. I'll ask one more time: Why do you care?"
"I just do." Harthos was patronizing me. He was trying to get a rise. But why did he care where I was? I threw my belongings back into their respective drawers and headed down to the mess hall. The other fledges were drinking ale by the barrel. Some of their antics were just plain hilarious. One fledge got up and did an all-belch rendition of "You are my sunshine."
Another got his tongue stuck in between the prongs of a fork. The result was cause for a lot of creative swearing as the fledge master cut off his tongue.
"Is that even possible to do?" One of them asked me in response to one of the fork tongue's suggestions.
"Not all at once. But singly, yes, every one of those is in fact possible." I replied, nodding sagely.
"And how would you know that?" The all too familiar voice of my roomate said into my ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased, turning to face him. Sorin hailed me over to one of the tables. I sat down beside him as he voiced his reason for calling me.
"We'd like you to slove a little dispute." he said, glaring at a younger fledge, who had a scantly dressed female hanging all over him, making her desires all too clear to him.
"I'm game." I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the girl's lack of decency.
"Well, Thorn here seems to think that if a demon and a vampire got in a fight that the demon would win. I beg to differ."
"It all depends. Is the vampire armed? How old is he? What kind of demon?"
"No, 500, fire." They both chorused.
"Vampire." I stated with finality.
"THAT"S NOT TRUE!" Thorn was obviously pissed.
"A vampire at age 500 usually has the power over fire. The demon would be almost helpless. How do you think that Kain's early emire was able to keep the fire demons under control?"
Thorn swung at me. I dodged as a bone rending pain shot through my side. That slice should have healed by now. My stomach was quickly soaked with blood. I staggered into the hallway, trying to get back to my room. I didn't make it. I sagged against the wall, wheezing and clutching my side as I bled. Why hadn't it healed? What was wrong? I slid down as Harthos bolted down the hall. 'Has he got a homing device or something?' I thought angrily. He dropped to his knees beside me and looked at the gash, which was still bleeding sluggishly.
Raziel walked down the hall. He eyed me and turned to Harthos.
"What happened?" He demanded icily.
"We don't know. This should have healed by now. She got it yesterday on the battlefield." Harthos inclined his head in respect.
"Well get her cleaned up. Kain wants to see her." Raziel turned briskly on his heel and stalked off. My blood ran cold. Kain? What did he was with me?
Harthos picked me up, an arm behind my knees and the other supporting my back. I felt myself losing conciousness.
"Oh no you don't. You skimp on this meeting with Kain, You're reaver fodder." Harthos bit his own wrist and offerred it to me. I was delierious and took it. I felt myself nearly swamped with strength. His heart did indeed beat. His blood was warm. I quickly cleaned and bandaged myself. I was still a bit unsteady on my feet as I put on my swords. Harthos steadied me and helped my tie them on.
"You can't get there on your own. A Sarafan intiate could kill you in this state. I'm coming with you."
We were on our way.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
