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Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..


Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 17:29:00 09/02/04 Thu
In reply to: Meria 's message, "~How daylight hurts when moonlight bites~" on 20:29:38 08/31/04 Tue

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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