Post by Hajia Portier on Jun 21, 2009 20:37:13 GMT -5
Hajia (Orange)
Liam ( Npc'd, Lime Green)
The window to her room slid open as Liam moved inside. His feet struck the floor without makin' a sound. his form Stood straight it was almost 6'6, but just a hair too much. To most he would appear to be a Gypsy. But he was not.. he was a hunter. He had an order for Hajia Portier's head. But he would certainly enjoy it. Before she could sense him or smell him out, he dug his hand into her hair yanked her naked body up and wrapped her in a sheet. Her struggling unarmed form was no match for him. The Lycan would have his fun. He had laid in wait watching to see how she was. What she was doing here, and he wass sure that she could lead him to the Master of the City.
She struggled, and fussed. She felt the lycan squeeze her to him. She wanted to scream, but that would draw too much attention. She went limp on him, she would make it difficult , as she calmed she freed her face from the sheet, and her orbs set on him then. Her attacker. Was none other than Liam.. the Disturbed Priest, Turned Gypsy. She glowered at him. Her chin lifted.
"..What do you want half breed?"
Upon that remark, she watched him figit for only a moment. Then she saw nothin' more. She was knocked out.
... Not wanting to hear anything from her, he reached up and knocked her in the b ack of the neck with the backside of his fist. She fell limp in his arms, her orbs closed..and her breathing rate dropped. He laid her on the bed, not wanting people to see him carrying around a naked woman he dressed her with an odd liking. Clothing her in her Dark blue gown, that she had worn in Valhalla. and never anywhere else. He made sure to put on her boots and give her hair a good addressing. Lifting his emerald orbs to the window, He wondered which way he should take her. Smiling as he thought he lifted her form and carried her in what seemed like a loving manner. He craddled her body close to his. A slight stirring inside of him kept him from thinkin' about how close the Minx really was. No one here liked her, she wouldn't be missed anyway...Moving to the door, he kicked it open and pulled it closed as he stepped out carrying her down the stars he put on a vibrant smile, and his eyes took on a certain charm. Stepping down he smiled to the keep. Shakin' his head slightly he dared to add.
"..The silly lass had too much fun with me behind closed doors, now I'm going to take her home to make her my bride!"
With that he let out a merry laugh and moved out through the door. He had bought a room at the inn a night prior so his existence there was known. Now to take her where ever he saw fit. He made off in the direction of the Sancturary.
Cuddling the woman to his chest. Liam breathed with his nose, if he didn't he would want blood. He was starving, but none-the-less. He would keep it in check. Lifting her higher for a moment he entered the Sanctury. Scooting along inside of the darkness he sprawled her out and found his sack he had stashed there, he wrapped her hands together, and then her feet. Then pushing her form up against a pillar he tied her to it standing up. She couldn't budge, when he was finished, he would withdrawl a liquid letting her sniff it would bring her out of her comatose state
Hajia came to then with a jolt, Her orbs bright red. The jolt caused the Santuary to shake. She glared at Liam, her orbs settling on him.
" You waste of time and space, what is it you seek?! Who sent you this time?! Don't you remember who handed you your rump on our last meeting?!"
Oh yeah, she was pissed. Her voice rang through, its cold icy edges would rattle anyone with a darkmind. Everyone could hear her speak to their mind. She hadn't meant to, but the fury was taking over her. She couldn't just...Subdue to him for any cost!
" If you've come for someone else.. I'll nay help you find them, I'll help you do nothing for your evil plans!"
She would see him buckle under her bellowing. He stood taller and sunk his feet in. He wanted to turn right there on the spot, but he surpressed the need to feed from her. He got up and right into her face. He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. Roughly, and unmeaningful. When he leaned back he stared at her. before grinning tormentedly.
"..I have come for your head Portier! .The last of the Valhalla Valkyries, will be mine for the taken..! "
He would withdraw a kris, and take a swipe down her arm. Seeing as she was tied up, she couldn't do a thing about it!.. Blood trickled from her, her scent caught the breeze and would slowly work it's way out.
" While I'm at it my dear, I'll get your friend like I should have the first time!"
She heard nothin' as she expected to. No one needed her here, why had she cared?. She hadn't meant to do it, it was a skill she hadn't yet come to control. But choosing her mouth for a better form of communicating with the stubbon and deadly lycan she gloated at him baiting him. ".
.My head, for what costs? And at who's order?!"
He only laughed at her question. He didn't care he then yanked open his bag infront of her. There were reminants of Hajia's siblings, friends, former lovers, and superiors. Save for the Master Vamp, he wanted to behead and stake a time prior.
" What do you say for these fancy trinkets? Hmm? Where would you like to put your mento at? "
Her mouth fell open, she couldnt restrict herself anymore, she ripped throug her confines, with her hands free she flipped down and untied her feet, her hair was longer and had turned silver, it fell in loose locks, and she had no weapons yet she was not timid in the least. She lunged for the lycan hearing a growl escape him. She tackled him to the floor and held him down glaring face to face with the man she had once slain.
" how are you here!..Who aided you..Answer me!"
Her voice bellowed through him, it would have made any other terrified but not the lycan kind.
"Bring it..."
He landed roughly, and let her subdue him for the moment, scowling his fangs appeared and snapped at her face, her arm still bleeding. Her scent getting stronger and stronger. He shoved her away, using his foot to kick her into the coloum. He stood crouched, he growled louder.
"..You will not win this time Portier.."
He grabbed her by her hair and then around the throat, squeezing with impecable strength.
" Struggle..STRUGGLE you hussy"...
Upon her struggling he lifted her higher so her feet wouldn't touch the ground, his nails digging into her flesh, relquishing more blood.. that seeped down and over his fingers.
She struggled with it, feeling her will slowly decinigrating. She kicked her booted foot into his nether region, and when he dropped her she felt at her neck where it had seeped. She turn on him then, Her fists aiming for his neck, hit him square on the chin. The Lycan skid in reverse rom the blow. Lifting her brow she advanced to him. Taking her stance as he came at her she grabbed his wrist stepped in at an angle towards his assult and elbowd his midrift,then turned and with her palm threw an open punch to his elbow, it shattered the sounds of bones cracking rattled throug hher. Her orbs were glowing with anger. She turn and with her weight flipped him over her shoulder sending him sprawled to the floor.
Moving to stand near him she kicked him in the ribs, then pulling him to a standing position she moved to punch through his face. Instead just breaking it a little. Blood gushed from his nostrels, his eyes becoming bloodshot and looking drained.
"..Not ...now... Lycan.."...
She pushed herself onward, faint because of loss of blood. Swaggering a little she wrapped her hands about his neck, and twisted in one forceful jerk. The Lycan collapsing. Dead? No.. but he was unconscious for a while. Now was her chance to run. She couldn't take him down alone. She stole his cloak and made her way out of the sanctuary. Calming herself with her steps. Her hair returning to it's normal onyx color. Her eyes becoming their cloudy blues. She staggered a little and swallowed it. She needed to get to the tower, and fast. Donning his cloak, it was too big, and covered her entirely, but at least no one would see her wounds. She ducked out of the sanctuary with a back glance at the wolf's form on the floor. The place was dececrated, she couldn't have avoided this...it was only going to become worse.
He had tried to return her advances but she was too fast. And stronger than he remembered. Liam tumbled to the floor and with passing out coming on him, he had not a bit of strength to argue. His mouth moved to make out the word Hussy once again... but the sound never came. The only answer he'd give was a bone crack and his form went limp.
Lieing there on the floor as she departed. He would be unconscious for most of the day tomorrow, his blood slowing but still depleating.
Liam ( Npc'd, Lime Green)
The window to her room slid open as Liam moved inside. His feet struck the floor without makin' a sound. his form Stood straight it was almost 6'6, but just a hair too much. To most he would appear to be a Gypsy. But he was not.. he was a hunter. He had an order for Hajia Portier's head. But he would certainly enjoy it. Before she could sense him or smell him out, he dug his hand into her hair yanked her naked body up and wrapped her in a sheet. Her struggling unarmed form was no match for him. The Lycan would have his fun. He had laid in wait watching to see how she was. What she was doing here, and he wass sure that she could lead him to the Master of the City.
She struggled, and fussed. She felt the lycan squeeze her to him. She wanted to scream, but that would draw too much attention. She went limp on him, she would make it difficult , as she calmed she freed her face from the sheet, and her orbs set on him then. Her attacker. Was none other than Liam.. the Disturbed Priest, Turned Gypsy. She glowered at him. Her chin lifted."..What do you want half breed?"
Upon that remark, she watched him figit for only a moment. Then she saw nothin' more. She was knocked out.
... Not wanting to hear anything from her, he reached up and knocked her in the b ack of the neck with the backside of his fist. She fell limp in his arms, her orbs closed..and her breathing rate dropped. He laid her on the bed, not wanting people to see him carrying around a naked woman he dressed her with an odd liking. Clothing her in her Dark blue gown, that she had worn in Valhalla. and never anywhere else. He made sure to put on her boots and give her hair a good addressing. Lifting his emerald orbs to the window, He wondered which way he should take her. Smiling as he thought he lifted her form and carried her in what seemed like a loving manner. He craddled her body close to his. A slight stirring inside of him kept him from thinkin' about how close the Minx really was. No one here liked her, she wouldn't be missed anyway...Moving to the door, he kicked it open and pulled it closed as he stepped out carrying her down the stars he put on a vibrant smile, and his eyes took on a certain charm. Stepping down he smiled to the keep. Shakin' his head slightly he dared to add.
"..The silly lass had too much fun with me behind closed doors, now I'm going to take her home to make her my bride!"
With that he let out a merry laugh and moved out through the door. He had bought a room at the inn a night prior so his existence there was known. Now to take her where ever he saw fit. He made off in the direction of the Sancturary.
Cuddling the woman to his chest. Liam breathed with his nose, if he didn't he would want blood. He was starving, but none-the-less. He would keep it in check. Lifting her higher for a moment he entered the Sanctury. Scooting along inside of the darkness he sprawled her out and found his sack he had stashed there, he wrapped her hands together, and then her feet. Then pushing her form up against a pillar he tied her to it standing up. She couldn't budge, when he was finished, he would withdrawl a liquid letting her sniff it would bring her out of her comatose state
Hajia came to then with a jolt, Her orbs bright red. The jolt caused the Santuary to shake. She glared at Liam, her orbs settling on him." You waste of time and space, what is it you seek?! Who sent you this time?! Don't you remember who handed you your rump on our last meeting?!"
Oh yeah, she was pissed. Her voice rang through, its cold icy edges would rattle anyone with a darkmind. Everyone could hear her speak to their mind. She hadn't meant to, but the fury was taking over her. She couldn't just...Subdue to him for any cost!
" If you've come for someone else.. I'll nay help you find them, I'll help you do nothing for your evil plans!"
She would see him buckle under her bellowing. He stood taller and sunk his feet in. He wanted to turn right there on the spot, but he surpressed the need to feed from her. He got up and right into her face. He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. Roughly, and unmeaningful. When he leaned back he stared at her. before grinning tormentedly.
"..I have come for your head Portier! .The last of the Valhalla Valkyries, will be mine for the taken..! "
He would withdraw a kris, and take a swipe down her arm. Seeing as she was tied up, she couldn't do a thing about it!.. Blood trickled from her, her scent caught the breeze and would slowly work it's way out.
" While I'm at it my dear, I'll get your friend like I should have the first time!"
She heard nothin' as she expected to. No one needed her here, why had she cared?. She hadn't meant to do it, it was a skill she hadn't yet come to control. But choosing her mouth for a better form of communicating with the stubbon and deadly lycan she gloated at him baiting him. "..My head, for what costs? And at who's order?!"
He only laughed at her question. He didn't care he then yanked open his bag infront of her. There were reminants of Hajia's siblings, friends, former lovers, and superiors. Save for the Master Vamp, he wanted to behead and stake a time prior.
" What do you say for these fancy trinkets? Hmm? Where would you like to put your mento at? "
Her mouth fell open, she couldnt restrict herself anymore, she ripped throug her confines, with her hands free she flipped down and untied her feet, her hair was longer and had turned silver, it fell in loose locks, and she had no weapons yet she was not timid in the least. She lunged for the lycan hearing a growl escape him. She tackled him to the floor and held him down glaring face to face with the man she had once slain. " how are you here!..Who aided you..Answer me!"
Her voice bellowed through him, it would have made any other terrified but not the lycan kind.
"Bring it..."
He landed roughly, and let her subdue him for the moment, scowling his fangs appeared and snapped at her face, her arm still bleeding. Her scent getting stronger and stronger. He shoved her away, using his foot to kick her into the coloum. He stood crouched, he growled louder.
"..You will not win this time Portier.."
He grabbed her by her hair and then around the throat, squeezing with impecable strength.
" Struggle..STRUGGLE you hussy"...
Upon her struggling he lifted her higher so her feet wouldn't touch the ground, his nails digging into her flesh, relquishing more blood.. that seeped down and over his fingers.
She struggled with it, feeling her will slowly decinigrating. She kicked her booted foot into his nether region, and when he dropped her she felt at her neck where it had seeped. She turn on him then, Her fists aiming for his neck, hit him square on the chin. The Lycan skid in reverse rom the blow. Lifting her brow she advanced to him. Taking her stance as he came at her she grabbed his wrist stepped in at an angle towards his assult and elbowd his midrift,then turned and with her palm threw an open punch to his elbow, it shattered the sounds of bones cracking rattled throug hher. Her orbs were glowing with anger. She turn and with her weight flipped him over her shoulder sending him sprawled to the floor. Moving to stand near him she kicked him in the ribs, then pulling him to a standing position she moved to punch through his face. Instead just breaking it a little. Blood gushed from his nostrels, his eyes becoming bloodshot and looking drained.
"..Not ...now... Lycan.."...
She pushed herself onward, faint because of loss of blood. Swaggering a little she wrapped her hands about his neck, and twisted in one forceful jerk. The Lycan collapsing. Dead? No.. but he was unconscious for a while. Now was her chance to run. She couldn't take him down alone. She stole his cloak and made her way out of the sanctuary. Calming herself with her steps. Her hair returning to it's normal onyx color. Her eyes becoming their cloudy blues. She staggered a little and swallowed it. She needed to get to the tower, and fast. Donning his cloak, it was too big, and covered her entirely, but at least no one would see her wounds. She ducked out of the sanctuary with a back glance at the wolf's form on the floor. The place was dececrated, she couldn't have avoided this...it was only going to become worse.
He had tried to return her advances but she was too fast. And stronger than he remembered. Liam tumbled to the floor and with passing out coming on him, he had not a bit of strength to argue. His mouth moved to make out the word Hussy once again... but the sound never came. The only answer he'd give was a bone crack and his form went limp.
Lieing there on the floor as she departed. He would be unconscious for most of the day tomorrow, his blood slowing but still depleating.
