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Date Posted: 20:29:38 08/31/04 Tue
*the young female of about 13 slowly entered the courtyard. She had arrived at this house hold two days ago, and until now staid put where she was placed. But wanderlust got the better of her. She figured she might as well at least figure out where she was ‘living’ for now. She wasn’t told to stay put in the room, and even if she was that didn’t matter. She never listened. Slave she might be, but broken she wasn’t. She had wondered the halls completely mindlessly. She did have some form of manners, and didn’t go poking her nose into any rooms, door closed or not. That was until she stumbled on here. She wasn’t sure if she was aloud out here or not. She didn’t really care, she would take the beaten. She always took the beaten, no problem. Not fearing it, or the pain that accompanied it. She continued walking across the courtyard, golden eyes trained downward. It was night, though the girl rarely knew the difference. To her night was day, her schedule was all messed up. Before falling into Dorjan’s hands the girl had been part of a large slave trade. One of the best to be exact, and the oldest there was out there. She had been passed around that place her whole life. Yet no one could break her. She had managed to piss off the owner, and was being handed off to the vampire for training. But she managed to escape before ever reaching the leader’s care. She refused to go to her, Cyne was someone she rather not deal with. So with help of a ‘friend’ (or the closest she has) she managed to get out. And somehow ended up here, ‘for training’ or what-not. She wouldn’t let anyone win, she hadn’t in the past, and she didn’t plan on starting now. To train her one had to be inventive, and the key probably stood in the girl’s rather recent find. The courtyard. Stretching out silently she lifted her head to look at the sky, sitting down in the same movement. Until less then a week ago, she had never stepped foot outside. And she had fallen in love with it the moment she had. The only thing that mattered to her was the freedom of outside. It was in her blood after all. Keeping a Avian Shifter from the outdoors was like locking a vampire in a small room and giving them no way out, or something like that. Her kind just longed for outdoors, lived for it. She sighed heavily trailing a hand lightly down a scar on her arm. The only bad memory she had, well not really, but it was the oldest memory she had. Groaning slightly she let herself fall backwards, laying down closing her eyes for a brief second. Allowing the feeling of the wind, the moon, the smell of fresh air flowers, everything that was outdoors sink in. Allowing her eyes to flutter open again, she laid there for a while watching the sky.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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(If you don’t want her here tell me and I’ll ‘put her away’… I’m just very bored… and I promise she’ll be good no running away or picking fights)
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 20:49:19 08/31/04 Tue
warrior at heart
A shadow moves within the shadows of the trees his presance masked with expertise and his mind blocked from intrusion. Ebony frame shifting lightly as pads carry him forward at the scent of a lone girl within the quartyards, it was time for some fun. nostrals flaring he takes in her scent his banner held still behind him. kissers curling into a wicked grin as he thought of the fun he could have with her, senseing she was not truely human. sword across his back moving silently over his thick pelt before he sits waiting and watching.
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[> [> Subject: ~Call you up in the middle of the night ~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 21:00:39 08/31/04 Tue
*she grunted slightly, knowing the other was there. her nose wrinkled. He couldn’t hide his presence form her, she had that sort of mind, and senses. Plus he wasn’t used to her kind, she could smell him, as well as feel him. But she made no move, or acknowledgement that she did even know he was there. Sighing heavily she lifted a hand tracing along the knuckles to the last joint of the hand with the other. There were light scars there, fisting her hand she let out a low growl, it sounding weird from her human throat. Damn them all… though she was too late for that. Oh screw them, she hated them. her thoughts though were perfectly hidden, behind walls that not even the strongest of people could break. So nothing leaked out, she hated people in her head. And no one ever got in it, unless she was toying with them. and she wasn’t in the mood for games. She just wanted to enjoy the outdoors when she still could*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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(bah I must go now… I’ll be on tomorrow after school…)
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 21:07:56 08/31/04 Tue
shifting forward to sit near by her his ebony form now visable he speaks mentally. evening lady Ria she may thing she was strong mentally but he was just as strong. dial turning to take her in as he bows his head slightly. He would respect only those that respected him and as far as he knew most shifter respected others of the same kind. Though he was not a shifter he understood much about how they felt. lobes twitching forward he gives a wolfy grin giving her the benefit of the doubt. his mood good now as he was full though it could turn quickly if need be.
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[> [> Subject: ~Like a firefly without a light ~
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 12:57:38 09/01/04 Wed
*She threw the other out of her head before completely securing her shields in place. One didn’t usually fight to get them down; she had stopped putting up the full strength of them. She was stronger in the powers of the mind then the wolf gave her credit for. No one could break down her barriers. No matter how hard they tried, she had the power to keep anyone and anything out. She hated anything in her head, it was her mind and it was hers alone. Not made for anyone else. With out lifting her head or even turning her head she addressed the beast*
“stay out of my head”
*her tone was a mix of cold and just plain emotionless. She respected nothing, especially those who helped themselves to her mind. It was disrespectful gesture, and she didn’t appreciate it. But besides for that remark she said nothing more, did nothing more. She just laid there watching the sky, finding it a lot more interesting then him or anything else. She respected no-one. And she didn’t do conversation. Her respect had to be earned, and one didn’t do it with whips and violence. But no one knew how you got it, if they did she would be trained by now. As for conversation, she just wasn’t good at it. it wasn’t her strong point. She actually downright sucked at it.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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(he couldn’t get past her walls, she can keep anyone or anything out. her species is immune of sorts to such powers…)
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 13:40:57 09/01/04 Wed
ignoring her rudeness Kazan shifts to human form swiftly. The tight leather pants he found to be the only thing that could with-stand his shifting appearing as well. The bright green pools of the wolf the only thing remaining phyically to remind one of his other form. leaning back on a well muscled arm he turns his dial to her studying her through his weaker human vision before speaking Sorry for having been in your mind. In wolf form I can not speak as a human would truely dislikeing his weaker human form but accepting that it could be useful in different ways. His senses better then normal even in the weaker form. His frame relaxed and quite handsome to look at as were most of his kind. A new generation of werewolfs that could change at will and control their wolven halfs most of the time, Their powers also stengthed with time. His expressionless features turned to her for a moment then to where her glance was directed. He did not mind the silence and enjoyed listening to the sounds about him just as much as talking.
((ok, but he can not speech in wolf form so he uses him mind which with practice has made it very strong. but i ready dont think of it as invading the mind as it is only words not probing. :) what ever works though perhaps they could become friends?
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[> [> Subject: ~You were there like a blowtorch burning ~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 14:23:05 09/01/04 Wed
*She seemed as if she was going to ignore him. Keeping her gaze focused on the sky, as if it was something fascinating. To her it was, 13 years behind walls. 13 years her whole life never seeing the sky, or the moon or anything her kind lived for. She snorted slightly shifting her weight, but still not looking at him*
“Speak? Didn’t know just speaking would give you my name”
*her voice still lacked any true emotion, sounding more bored then frustrated. He didn’t try to evade her privacy again. Bully for him. Lifting her head she finally looked to him, Golden eyes taking him seeming to size him up. She didn’t fear him, but then again she feared nothing. She blinked slightly laying back down, her senses were always active. She wasn’t you’re normal shifter. She wasn’t, and never was controlled by the moon. and even in ‘human’ form her kind were considered half bird. Though you couldn’t tell why by looking at her. She could also shift any form of clothes, including the ones she had on now .though she had more then once had a mishap when the wings came about. But that was another story. She was still new to this shifting thing, though she wouldn’t say that. but new to it or not, she still knew no other meaning to being free other then to fly… it was the way of the Avian’s shifters after all*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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(he had to get her name somehow… that’s probing since she never offered it up and she a tad bit… bitchy. As for the friends… I donno… hmm do you have AIM?)
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 15:53:50 09/01/04 Wed
((lol forgot, It is habit for him to use names, sorry lol and i only have yahoo and msn but here is my email darcycassell@comcast.net ))
still studying the sky as she had been doing though he sensed her glance shift Kazan nods to her words. yes, I guess it is just a habit to find and use a persons name when I speech to them. If it makes any difference mine is Kazan. giving her his name as he would not most others, liking his mysterious appearance. his green pools never faltering from the great sky before him. sensitive hearing picking up her slight movements ignoring them while turning his senses back to the forest about them. his true freedom being in the strength and power of his wolven form. moving freely about the wooded areas senses soaring. taking a scent from the air to chase it on whim until he found its source. A glimmer coming to his bright pools at the thought as his mind snaps to a sound in the wooded only to relax upon figuring out what it was. true his human form had weaker senses but they were better then most. Head leaning on his shoulder, hand stretched out behind him he sighs softly before becoming still once more. his frame solid, shoulder muscles flexing slightly.
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[> [> Subject: ~I was a key that could use a little turning~
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 16:15:03 09/01/04 Wed
*She closed her eyes, head resting back on the ground. She hated the in-doors. Though a part of her knew this ‘luxury’ of sorts would be banned from her soon. She hated it, her life I mean. She wasn’t meant to be a slave, she wasn’t meant to be broken. Thirteen years, and no one could do it. Yet here she was, and once again one wanted to prove she could be broken.*
“The real name’s Kanoni… or that’s what they called me back home.”
*it was said somewhat aimlessly, not sure why she even shared it. She had dropped the name, and to her surprise it was the name she went by here. Cyne though… Cyne called her by Kanoni she hated it.*
“But I won’t answer to that… I only answer to Meria, and only Meria”
*no nicknames. Those were for friends, and she had none of those. And she wanted none of those. For friends were a weakness, they would get you hurt in her world. But no only that, she didn’t believe in them. Friends would turn on you the second it benefited them. she had that proven to her more then once. She didn’t want anymore ‘friends’, she didn’t need anymore. She opened her eyes again looking at the sky… she could escape. But she knew better, they drag her back, they proved it once. Maybe her spirits were dampened by the whole thing. She had her taste of freedom, and it had been ripped away. It was so stupid, she didn’t get the whole ‘slave’ thing. She was in no way below them. and she was right, if she learned her power she could control them*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
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Date Posted: 16:35:48 09/01/04 Wed
((have aim now but use yahoo more both are darcycassell until i think of something better :) ))
pools shifting slowly to look to her he nods before looking to the woods. I understand, but call me for any reason and I will come his vocals quiet and lazy as though he was not almost giving her power over him. pools moving back to the sky he sits thinking of home and the many family memebers he had left behind. his wondering soul unable to be leashed to one place for long. needing the freedom of roaming as he needed the air to breath. laying back as she was he folds his hands behind his head. allowing the peaceful silence to blanket them once more. his muscular chest exposed to the slight breeze that shifted about them. the cool ground beneath him calming the wolve part of his mind. senses scaning for activity about them though he found none.
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[> [> Subject: ~So tired that I couldn’t even sleep ~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 16:56:07 09/01/04 Wed
*She raised an eyebrow slightly at his words. She would never need to call, that would be trusting someone again. This as stated earlier was a no-no. She made a grunting noise, of slight hint of disgust. As if the idea of even so much as thinking of putting her ‘trust’ or whatever in someone was preposterous. Her home was nothing nice, a large… er huge building. The main building in Cyne’s slave trade. They had illuminated windows in most of the slave rooms, and they had forbidden some to leave the building. She being one of them. She had no family, she didn’t even know what her parents looked like. Nor did she know what the hell she was, besides the Avian Shifter...*
“it’s too quiet”
*it was said softly, as her eyes silently trailed the shadows. She didn’t trust this place, she didn’t trust the people in it. She didn’t like them, and wanted nothing to do with it. but she would give them a run for their money. They had yet to deal with anything like her*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 14:03:30 09/02/04 Thu
A free Spirit
cranium raising at her words Kazan looks about the courtyards studying the shadows before looking back to her. There is no one about wishing he had the hightened senses of his wolf form with him now. his voice reassureing and quiet. turning to his side so he could look at her for a minute he breaks the silence once more. why do you not leave this place? not understanding the notions of slavery nor the fact that some allowed them selfs to be kept enslaved. do you not look to the woods and wish in your heart to roam them the mind of the wolf speaking its wishes through his words. tilting his head slightly Kazan rests it on a hand waiting for her reaction to that he said. studying her finding no chains that would keep her with in the lower walled yard. green optics blazing with the thought of moving through the shadows once more. An Idea coming to his though he did not voice it as of yet.
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[> [> Subject: ~So many secrets I couldn’t keep ~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 14:39:27 09/02/04 Thu
“they’ll just track me down and drag me back. They did it once they do it again.”
*She sounded tired, she probably was. Had it not been for that fact, she have little problem of getting out. But she wouldn’t risk her shifting abilities, she lost then once… and she had lost her wings. She wouldn’t lose her powers, not to them. at his words she looked to the woods, shaking her head. Her eyes lifting to the sky*
“I long for that”
*she threw her head towards it. She was a bird after-all, even in ‘human’ form her kind was half bird… normally they took that from her*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 15:12:39 09/02/04 Thu
knowing nothing of her species Kazan looks to the sky before noding quietly. join me, none will take note of your leave for a short period of time. laying back down on his back he studies the sky not truely knowing how it was to yearn to be free. as he had all ways went where he pleased. his glimmering pools shifting to watch a bird fly by, saddened by the freedom it had, that she did not. becoming restless at staying in one place for long though he did not show it. his hands now rested upon his chest as he listens to the sounds in the woods near by.
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[> [> Subject: ~Promised myself I wouldn’t weep~
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 16:52:14 09/02/04 Thu
*she pushed herself into a sitting position. Eyeing the way she came warily. Not like they spent any time on her anyway… two days and she been rather ignored. She was hungry though, but that was another story. Her kind needed to ear more then most, but also another story. She sighed softly, with her luck he turn her in. it be another trick set up by stupid minded people. Just like Korbin was… just like everything in her whole life was. She shook her head silently; seemingly clear it from whatever was running through her head. Running a hand through her hair, she gave a rather flustered looking shrug. She hid what she was feeling though, not wanting it to seep out. She didn’t mean to be this way, it was her nature. It kept her from getting hurt again. betrayed by those she thought she could trust… and in the one case of not to long ago, love. Stupid people she hated people, she really did. She closed her eyes softly, once again clearing her thoughts.*
“it means I have to come back anyway. what’s the point? Besides getting a taste of something they will never let me have. I’ll die a ‘slave’ it’s in my blood”
*she was bred a slave, and would die a slave. An untrained slave, but a slave none the less. Freedom she would never have, and she hated them even more for it… she wasn’t below anyone. Especially not some slave owners who think they are the best things in the world*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 17:29:00 09/02/04 Thu
shifting slightly at her words Kazan looks into her pools once more. a sigh moving through his frame as he speaks quietly. so why do you come here to the courtyard if not to taste the freedom? wishing he could know that was going through her mind. his dial turned to her optics watching her without expression as he had found expressions to be a waste of time. If a wolf did not need human expressions why should he. a silent pause comeing before he speaks again having all the time in the world to talk or not talk it did not matter. You do not look to me like one who would willing give up a chance for a bit of freedom becuase people tell you not to or call you a slave. what is in a name does it hold power over you? his hands moving to his side taking a rock from the dirt. throwing it about while he waits in calm silence for her answer.
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 18:10:17 09/02/04 Thu
“it’s outdoors. To me this is freedom. Compared to my old home this is...great.”
*She shifted slightly golden eyes moving from him to the shadows. of course she had the urge to go, to leave this place. it annoyed the hell out her, this place I mean. But she knew better, and wasn’t really in the mood for a beating. She has yet to heal from Daeva’s last punishment and she didn’t know why. She had pissed her off, and received a rather nasty punishment… as always. But for some reason one wound was still being carried. It should be healed by now, yet it looked no better then it did about a week ago when she received it. even shifting didn’t heal it, which was odd. Shifting healed anything, even silver wounds. She sighed heavily, laying back down with a grunt*
“it’s not so much the ‘title’ of a slave, the punishment I get if I leave. I hate to be stuck in this form for another 13 or more years… how would you like to be stuck in your human form? Hmm?”
*there was some of her spunk, she did have a slight hint of an attitude in that question. As if it was the stupidest thing that she had to explain it. Though in truth it never stopped her in the past, but she was in mood to lose this new found freedom. The freedom of flying to some wolfman she barely knew*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
kazan
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Date Posted: 18:38:34 09/02/04 Thu
Eyebrow raising at her tone he follows her glance to the shadows his bodice relaxed and still. mind wondering over being forced to stay in human form as a frown tugs on his lips. still the allure of the wild was a strong thing to tame out of one. their both almost matched each other in strength. I do not know my lady, which one would be worst. being kept from the roaming or being stuck as a human. he was not sure he would live through either. pausing once more he sits up restlessly to lean on an arm as before. green pools shifting from the still shadows back to the woods before them. would they truly miss you for an hour or two his sharp senses picking up the movement of an animal in the woods. Its rustling bringing his optics to focus on it as though he would pounce. shaking his head reminding himself he was human before looks back to her, though his attention was on the creatures movements.
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[> [> Subject: ~He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin! ~
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 19:22:20 09/02/04 Thu
“an hour?...”
*she asked it skeptically, keeping her eyes downcast as she moved slightly, she was always moving in someway, antsy I guess. She sat up again, wincing as she did so having done so wrong and irritated the not so healed injury. Hding the wince, since pain was nothing new, nor was it unwelcome she brushed a hand through her hair raking out the leaves she managed to get in it. She had been bred obviously for power, but like many of the slaves her looks were also part of that. Beautiful creature she was, but so alone. She liked that, the alone part I mean. She liked being a loner.*
“They probably wouldn’t miss me. But it the law of the way my life works. The moment I disappear they will”
*She snorted slightly clearly agitated with the whole thing. She was sick and bored of Dorjan already, he was no fun. She was used to owners spending time on her, owners where she could toy with them; play with them if you will. And he wasn’t the sort, leaving her completely bored. And completely alone and unsupervised. Something back in Alpdrüken would have been unheard of. Luckily so far she hadn’t run into a slave that completely pissed her off, she had a habit of picking on those.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> [> [> Subject: ~He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways~
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Author:
Ciaran
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Date Posted: 20:53:03 09/02/04 Thu
*he wandered over to the two, trying to figure out the extent and lay out of this yard. He was spending as much time here as he could. Seeing the male, he gave him a polite nod, and one to the girl. He made a move as if to sit, but wasn't sure if either of them wanted him there. He was a very obedient slave, even at the age of 18. Unlike Meria. But he was of her species as well, and at least understood some of her qualms. He didn't know what to say, so he just stood there, somewhat dumbly and silently, unsure of what to do or what he was doing*
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[> [> [> [> Subject: ~Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 21:10:48 09/02/04 Thu
*she lifted her head hearing movement, exotic gold eyes glance to the older male. Smirking though it looked anything but amused, it looked more like she was disgusted with his behavior. sighing slightly reaching up grabbing his hand forcing him to sit next to her*
“Know what Ci… I have to unbreak you… yeah that’ll be my goal”
*She nodded slightly, she knew Ci since she was born, but that didn’t mean she had to get along with him. she didn’t know why she did… she looked to kazan trying to figure out if she would get ‘jumped’ for giving away names so she didn’t except for Ci’s*
“this is Ciaran… apparently he’s Dorjan’s adopted pet… illegal as that is… hmm now that I think of it…”
*She shrugged again, giving it up plopping down backwards again, looking completely tired*
“Hmm we were just thinking on going for a little… ‘walk’ care to come Ci… get away from closed spaces… as nice as it is… its not freedom…… though you have to trust wolfman here to lead us somewhere, where we won’t be killed”
*she eyed him nervously. Not sure exactly what his interest in her way. Maybe it was the same as Ci’s brother had been… an attempt to break her… she eyed the werewolf. Raising her eyebrows slightly*
“what is your certine interest in me anyway… I’m not that fascinating of a character… I am if you ask me boring, and dull. I have nothing, I can never have nothing. this is my life”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
kazan
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Date Posted: 00:09:58 09/03/04 Fri
having heard the male before he was even in view Kazan shifts about watching as he approaches. studying him warily not sure if he was a friend or foe. his features void of expression, though if he did believe in them it would be one of suspicion. his glance moving back to the girl beside him as she spoke before passing back to the males dipping his head slightly before speaking. my name his Kazan his lyrics edged with amusement at the girls words. how could the girl unbreak Ciaran when she was so well trained her self. For even if she did not like to think she was, her actions spoke louder the words. power radiating from his cool bemused words as he studies the male sizing him up. distaste running through his mind at thought of another pet. shaking his head slightly, for he did not see what would be keeping the two of them bond so tight to a master. his pools shimmer as he waits for the slave's answer. feeling he would decline as he would not want to upset the master, poor cowardly creature. Anger flaring fast as she speaks of him as a wolfman, not a very nice term in his view. muscles tensing he glares at her silently before making himself calm down his focus moving back to the boy. It would be nice if you joined his words as sincere as they ever got when dealing with pets. weight shifting as he moves to get up. leaning down to extending a graceful hand quickly in the males direction. his attention turning to the girl afterwards and her words I am mostly a loner, but do enjoy the company of others from time to time his words steely and matter of fact as he would not show loneliness nor emotion knowing better. I could sense before you snapped at me and throw up walls that you were lonely and figured you would like something interesting to do. But if that is not the case I will move on. his tone now holding no emotion though he truly did not want to go on by himself. He missed the pack, his wolf side knowing it was important to have one.
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[> [> Subject: ~He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp~
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Author:
Ciaran
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Date Posted: 12:01:30 09/03/04 Fri
*he sat down next to her, cocking his head, somewhat surprised by her statement* “unbreak…me? Me who is perfectly obedient? Although, it may be good for me if you managed to, so that I could live on my own” *he took both their offers into consideration. Although he would naturally say ‘no’ he was considering it further. He really did want to practice his powers, and especially fly again. It’d been so many years, and now that he had the ability to do so, he couldn’t deny it, as out of character it may be for him to break rules. He answered somewhat reluctant, but definite once he said it* “sure, I’d love to go”
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[> [> [> Subject: ~Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,~
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 14:24:11 09/03/04 Fri
*One shouldn’t assume anything it makes an ass out of oneself. Meri was in no way ‘well trained’ she was anything but. And she knew it, they knew it everyone knew it. but apparently the werewolf sitting next to her. But he knew little of the slave trade, at least in Meri’s mind, and she didn’t even know he thought her ‘broken’*
“your obedience is sick… disgusting really…. Though you are not as bad as Korbin”
*she already asked him why he allowed it got some twisted answer it wasn’t what she had been looking for. She snorted slightly, looking towards the building both eyebrows raising as she looked back to him.*
“hmm you been here longer Ci… how much magic does this one know”
*See if it had been Kazan’s shifting ability in jeopardy he would see it differently. One shouldn’t judge, it was a stupid mistake. She brushed a hand through her blond hair. She had her own reasons for not wanting to go’a wondering. Threat to her powers being taken, and the fact she really had no desire to go with him. If Ci went along she go, she knew CI… didn’t completely trust him. Especially after the stupid trick his brother pulled but she knew him none the less. She then felt wolfboy’s stair. Turning her body, she raised her eyebrows as if asking him ‘what?’*
“The company of others is what will get you killed… and I am not lonely. I choose to be alone as for interesting thing to do… this place is rather boring…”
*She turned slightly to face Ci as he spoke, looking quite pleased with the fact he said he go... but said nothing on the matter of course*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> [> [> [> Subject: ~To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away~
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 15:48:29 09/03/04 Fri
*he nodded his head and stated* "yes, milday" *see, he could actually be sociable and somewhat normal, at least around those he knew, and it was obvious that he was mocking her* "but I think I'll take that as a compliment though. And I'm not absolutely positive, but I've only seen him do typical vampy stuff--mind reading, teleporting, normal things so far. And this place is only being set up slowly, I don't even know if he has a trainer, and if anyone here can...you know. He doesn't as far as I know, not yet." *but he obviously wasn't sure, and it made him a bit nervous, he saw Meria's pleased expression* "well I have to start somewhere, right?"
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
kazan
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Date Posted: 18:33:02 09/03/04 Fri
Listening quietly as the two speak Kazan shifts about restlessly before settleing to stand near by them watching with keen optics. he knows more then he lets on his words smooth and rich, if indeed they were talking of the lord of the manor. a snort moving through his vocals as she speaks of company getting one killed. I have yet to see any in the company of others get killed. It is needed as all wolves know for one to have a pack at his back. briliant pools shifting to look at the ground studying the sones before his feet. the sword at his back shifting slightly to catch the light. its hilt with stones of blue sending dancing lights about the courtyard wall. shall we go? restless wariyness in his lyrics for he did not like to stay in one place from too long.
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[> [> Subject: ~And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!~
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Author:
Meri
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Date Posted: 19:27:08 09/03/04 Fri
*She turned sharply to face him, eyes growing colder now dulled to a dark black.*
“then go ahead, but there is no such thing as friends what are friends anyway? they are nothing. They will always be nothing, they are there only until it benefits them to be otherwise (Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with secret indentities and disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't looking EMINEM reminds me of her POV). They were never really loyal in the first place, and you realize all your fucking loyality will got you nowhere, but it to late… so go ahead have your ‘pack’ or whatever. But it a load of bull if you ask me”
*she shifted her weight, before she slowly moved away a little. He was a wolf after-all she was a bird, it was safer to keep some distance until he got used to that fact. She shifted like every other shifter, and with a loud snapping of bones, tearing of muscle her form slowly, well not really slowly to a human eye it would look like a bird randomly appeared. To the rest they could rather see it, her wings were the first to appear, they looked something like her original ones, spreading out over her arms and cloaking her fingers before they disappeared. it would be an easier shift with her wings, the only difference being the proportion really. It was followed closely by the rest of the feathers her form following to go down to the size of a average red-tailed hawk, her choice of the day. Talons were last, that looked strange it always did. Feet turning into talons, yeah odd. And last was the beak, her birdform looking rather odd without it for the few milliseconds. It would get faster as she got used to it, it was rather fast taking only 30 seconds, and one has to keep in mind that she was new to all this. Shuffling her wings a tad bit she spread them giving them a powerful flap lifting her off the ground. She loved the feeling of flying it was her freedom*
ready when you are I guess… come on CI… lets go
*She landed on the a branch of the nearest tree ruffling her feather’s a tad then going about preening herself getting all the feathers back in place.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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[> [> [> Subject: ~His head smashed in and his heart cut out~
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 19:59:56 09/03/04 Fri
*he listened to her outburst silently, understanding how she picked up that opinion and point of view, and knowing that he had contributed to it. He nodded when she told him she was ready, and moved off to shift as well. He chose a slightly larger bird, and one of his favorites of the not-quite-predatory sort, a raven. With the sound of snapping and shifting bones, the black wings and black feathers he missed so much came back. His skin grew darker, what was visible of it, as bird feet formed. And lastly, the nice black beak. His shift too about as long as hers, since he’d made a point of practicing, especially a raven. He shook his feathers put, spreading his wings. Boy that felt good. He took an awkward step forward, preening quickly to make sure his wings were right. He then looked up at where Meria was, and with a few more flaps landed on the branch near her. Flying was like riding a bike, you never quite forgot how to do it, and it was easy to remember and hold out for the sensation* I’m ready. Let’s go *he dropped down from the branch, circling the tree and above the wolf*
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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..
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Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 20:04:55 09/03/04 Fri
glaring at the girl through shimmering green pools Kazan listens, anger begianing to boil inside. his frame stiffening as he moves forward his temper becoming hot. Then you have choosen poor friends his handsome features still barren of expression though his heated power radiated about him leaking through his controled mask. stopping before he reached her, he begians to shift falling forward on wolven paws. his whole transformation happening smoothly within the blink of a human eye. green optics turning to look to the bird in the tree as he curls his kissers slightly. lobes twitching gathering up the sounds about him that he had been unable to hear in his human form. yes this was what freedom felt like. the light breeze moving through the quartyard ruffling his ebony fur whispering through the trees. pausing to looks to the male he waits for him to change before moving forward upon silent pads. his frame rolling gracfully with his movements while the sword still strapped to his back glided over his silken coat. turning his crania tilting to watch them soaring above before moving off at a quick lope to his destination
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