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Posted by fadedexpectation on Nov 8, 2005 13:26:39 GMT -6
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It was night again and it had come quick. After Ire had left the mansion he did some thinking. He knew full well what had happened that night of the battle and reveled in it. He had let the darkness take a little control and he felt that much better now. His thoughts were still his own but now he felt he had a place. He would make all innocence feel his pain. Even now he sat atop a department building looking for potential victims.
He had also done some thinking about this place. He was sick of this city and its people. Ire needed to explore the world and see what it was like. His mind was set on training, finding different way to do so in different places. It was just a matter of getting there.
Ire pulled back his hood and relaxed a bit. He would find a new place to hunt, this one was dull. Laying back he looked up to the sky and a tear trickled down his face.
“Why Brin, how could you? If I couldn’t trust you how am I to trust those around me? Don’t you worry however for I will slay all in my way, my hand guided by the pain you have bestowed upon me. Just consider yourself lucky my Starr, for if you were living now it would not be for long.”
Sitting back up he regained his composer and drew Kismet and Mortis from their sheaths, dry blood lay across the blades. Looking deeply at the blades a smirk over came his face.
“The presents you have given me will bring much pain Orion, much destruction. For this I thank you and in time I will repay you for your gift, this I promise.”
Ire then stood and decided it was time to move to a new place. He would start tonight, he knew not where he was going but knew that it would be most pleasurable for his blades. He would better himself and learn to control his powers to their fullest potential. Then someday he would return and he would face Orion again. He smiled at the thought.
Ire then drew his hood and made his way down the fire escape of the building. No one was insight and that was fine for now, his only plan was to get out of this city. He sheathed his blades and made head way to his new travels.
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Posted by rainandkaiser on Nov 12, 2005 0:50:34 GMT -6
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Rayne was on the rooftop, not thinking and not moving. She had witnessed two brutal mutants who didnt care if she lived or died. She flexed her wings and relaxed as the night took over and silent was all that mattered. Hearing a small clunk of something hitting metal, Raynes eyes snapped open as she peered over the edge
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Posted by rainandkaiser on Nov 12, 2005 0:53:25 GMT -6
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Rayne saw no-one and it was fine by her. She was still shaken up by that mutant who called her 'angel' She was no angel. She was a freak of nature. Black swirls flickered around her and Rayne forced herself to relax
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Posted by chance on Dec 18, 2005 14:14:34 GMT -6
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*High above the city, in the driving rain, a man stood totally still. The rain passed though him however and made sparks flash across him. His eyes were not looking into any place nearby, as this man could be in his memories. This time he was watching the brutal execution of five police officers.*
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