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Meri
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Date Posted: 19:27:08 09/03/04 Fri
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kazan
's message, "A Hunter Who is Hunted.." on 18:33:02 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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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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