A/N: Yay Update! I'm soooo srry once again...our computer went kapoot on us -.- but hey we got it fixed wooo! And yeah its short but i wouldn't to put it and rushed through re-typing this chapter since the 1st was lost due to the computer going kapoot.
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Chapter 8
Nate watched as the man accompanying the descendant walked out of the motel, his head thumping against the wooden wall of a store out of boredom. He noticed quickly that the man was heading out of town, towards the woods, no girl following him, no weapon strepped to his back.
His hand twitched at the gruesome picture of what he could possibly do to the defenceless man but quickly shoved it aside, a frown forming on his face. He didn't know what the man - or actually creature - was capable of, nor did he want to risk the chance of losing his life early to battle her would be going blind into.
His hand twitched again, grazing the hilt of a dagger attachted to his waist, his thoughts wandering to the descendant girl and what things he pictured would soon take place. A crazed glint appeared in his eyes as they gazed at the motel.
Now it was just a matter of waiting for the orders before he would move forward.
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A safe distance away from the town, Disul passed a tree, the mask of illusion falling, revealing the creature so many Humans feared. His ears twitched at the sound of an animal scurrying above him - a squirrel maybe. Letting out a long frustrated sigh he stopped, rolling his shoulders back, scanning the area. He could have easily left the girl, abandoned her there to continue on with his doings.
The Human Nate suddenly popped into his mind. The mans blue eyes sweeping over the girls form as she slept soundly against him. A small growl escaped his throat, the small animal scurrying above him became silent. He couldn't leave her knowing that Human had an interest with her, could he?
Scowling to himself his ear twitched again at the continued scurrying above him. Looking up he stared at the squirrel sitting atop a branch, its small beady eyes watching him. Why couldn't he leave the girl behind, she was after all a wielder of magic, of the light, so she could in fact stand on her own two feet and take care of herself. The invisible thorn jabbed his side reminding him of the girls odd defficiency of not being able to speak.
Sighing again, he watched as the squirrel scampered across the branch. A bird, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, snatched the small rodent in its talons.
He somehow figured that was a sign of why he wouldn't allow, or more less couldn't, leave the girl behind without knowing she was in safe hands. Growling under his breath he muttered indecicenies about Humans and how much trouble they were as he contiuned walking.
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A quarter mile from the Refugee town, a young teenage boy dashed through the woods. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of white, an arrow following soon after flying by his shoulder. Letting out a loud curse, the teenage boy cut sharply into a brush, his feet suddenly flew out from under him causing him to go face first into the ground.
Groaning, he picked himself up. A loud growl in front of him made him still. Raising his eyes, he was face to face with a white wolf, its teeth barred in warning. Hearing the rustle of a bush, the teenage boy inwardly cursed his luck.
"You know not to pass through here." The teenage boy looked up at the man standing in front of him now, golden orbs narrowed down at him.
The teenage boy let out a startled cry, his eyes widening as he was lifted on his feet. The wolf growled threateningly, its master's bow and arrow raised. Feeling cool metal graze the side of his neck, the teenage boy inwardly cheered, a smug look appearing on his face, his task now complete.
Daronel stared questioningly at the smug look on the boys face, his eyes snapping back to the Undead holding a dagger to the boys throat. "What's your buisness here Forsaken."
"I can ask you the samething Kal'dorei." The Undead man said in a raspy tone.
The white wolf's hair bristled, its ears flattening down, body ready to spring forward. An owls screech from above signaled the boys time was up, the other messenger reaching its destination. Sneering at the man in front him the boy felt the pull of a summon. Allowing his body to accept it, he quickly faded away disappearing.
The Forsaken man lowered his dagger, his eerie yellow glowing eyes staring in the direction of the Refugee town. "A diversion..."
Daronel followed the Forsaken's gaze, his heart quickening at where it was directed. "Ghost."
The wolf darted off into the woods at hearing the tone of command in his name.
"A diversion for what?" Placing his bow over his shoulder and the arrow in its quiver, Daronel wrapped his fingers around the small pendant hanging from his neck willing the magic to create its mask of illusion.
"Are you familiar with Decendants?"
Daronel's eyes widened, his body quickly moving in the direction of the town. Ghost was leading them to the town, he had thought it to be the safest place but now he realized that damn Warlock had always kept his eyes on the town. A faint memory of a blue eyed Human appearing to the town for help popped into his mind.
"Nate..." He hissed in a low tone.
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An eerie creek caught Farah's attention. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the door swinging open on its own, the doorway empty of anyone or anything. Her hands tightened on the weapon. The sound of metal sliding against wood was the only sound she heard as she pulled the weapon closer to herself.
Her heart began to race at the silence. Something wasn't right, this was wrong. A tickle of air caused a few wisps of hair to float mid-air as her gray eyes were one moment staring at an empty doorway to a flash of blue. Farah gasped, backpedaling away from the figure that now stood before her.
Disul's weapon clattering to the floor, echoeing down the empty hall.
Blue eyes stared down at her, a smug grin on the man's face. "Where's your friend?"
Backing into a wall, Farah's eyes widened, her mouth opening but voice lost.
Nate slammed his hands on the wall, trapping the girl. His grin grew wider as she recoiled, shrinking against the wall, a small almost silent whimper coming from her. Bending down slighty, he turned his ear towards her. "Hmm? Where is he?"
Farah flinched as the man's hand pushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, his hand lingering longer then she liked. He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "I heard you don't speak...is it true?"
Nate pulled away far enough so blue eyes stared into gray and Farah's stomach churned at the excited gleam she saw in his eyes. "Should we test that theory?"
Test? Farah's eyes grew wide at the different possibilities he could test. Mondo or Shelly would keep her safe from the wandering hands of the Scavengers whenever their eyes lingered in her direction, but neither of them were here. Disul wasn't here.
The sound of a dark chuckle, feel of warm breath breathing down onto her neck caused her to react and bring her knee up sharply.
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