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Subject: ~Like a firefly without a light ~

Author: Meri

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:57:38 09/01/04 Wed In reply to: Kazan 's message, "A Hunter Who is Hunted.." on 21:07:56 08/31/04 Tue *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? (he couldn’t get past her walls, she can keep anyone or anything out. her species is immune of sorts to such powers…) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]