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Post by Persephone on Feb 8, 2010 13:59:47 GMT -7
"Kunna...it's me, Kiia. Are you in there somewhere?"
A soft whisper to her Kitteh, "Lovey....she can't hear you. If she could she would be right there holding you and glad to see you. But right now, her mind isn't right...can you see? Her eyes aren't right."
"This is all I have left. I feel the remnants of those that are mine, but are they?"
One step forward, firmly striking the ground, unforgivingly eating the distance between herself and her daughter. Gaze would not pull away, nor had it any reason to, whether the woman she had taken as daughter or not she was bound to persephone as siress, and therefore persephone had nothing truly to fear. The bond was sharp, secure, she could see it like a thin strand of silver shadow between herself and Kunna. Reminiscent of the threads held by the Fates themselves as they dictated the destiny to fall and rise of each soul. This thread was as firm as those that determined the life span of sanguine embraced. Nigh unbreakable, if only for choice.
"Have I not come for you? Did you not find yourself thrust from the rivers to answer my call? And yet, you still ask? Can you not see it my daughter? My childe? The thread that binds us, binds us as one." Steps, careful, cool, calm and collected carried her to walk around the woman in the slow calculated step of a predator. She could feel the change in the woman, and knew she needed to accept the fact that this bond still rang true.
The change in her childe was true, it was no small measure, but rather many small measures. It would take some effort, she decided, to control her until she had proper control of herself. Whether that would mean physically restraining her, or if it meant controlling her power with her own. The latter would of course take far more effort. The signature of the woman's aura reminded persephone vaguely of HIS. Something she was unsure whether she liked, or disliked. Regardless she loved Kunna, and knew that no matter what she would do whatever it took to have her back.
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Post by Kunna Drakonis on Feb 8, 2010 14:56:02 GMT -7
Movement and the pull between women tugged at heartstrings. Translucent fingers brushed over where a dead thump would be forever silent in the cavity of her chest. There she felt like a string threaded through flesh quaking. Bonded through the chaos, bonded through the blood, bonded by spirit, the true childe of an Oracle. Bare feet touched upon the earth, dry and crusty beside the tombstone still young. The grounding between soul and body connected and Kunna jolted visibly, a hiss through remaining useless fangs. Palms outstretched before her, downward toward her own grave.
True, the links to her childer remained, strong and pure. But so many had passed away from her, removed of her protection and love. The tendril remains dead and shrivelled. Yet stronger, like a flow of frozen fire, she felt the bond between she and the blood fount of her heart. persephone had indeed not abandoned her. Cast her away like a trinket, pretty and illustrious for only a time before growing dull and gray. No, instead she had prized the childe befitting her own soul. Cared for it like a jewel locked away within the folds of black velvet and four walls of cherry red mahogany.
"Has it truly come to this?" Those cast palms grazed the tops of blooming lilies, favored in the eyes of a woman now long since past. "Sire...the beast beneath our feet...it's dangerous."
Words had been murmured with a resolute tone. Hands were returned to her sides as Kunna turned to once more look upon those that had brought her forth. "What is intended?"
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Post by Persephone on Feb 8, 2010 15:09:56 GMT -7
A soft chuckle, there was no small enjoyment in the fact that the woman was still bound to her physical form in some way. It made the process easier, more suscint. Fire flowed through her blood, she felt the process begin.
"Dangerous to whom? Do you doubt me so strongly childe? Did you not lack choice to answer my call? Do the Fates no longer grant me favor? Have you forgotten what it is that I hold within myself?" She knew Kunna would know of what she spoke, perhaps the others would not. In fact, she was rather sure the others would not. Kiia may, in some form recall some things of the Shadow Realm, but it would be fleeting at best.
A mental lock was established, the images fleeting across the bridge of thought. The shadows, haunting her, HIS torment of her, HER and HIM joining as one through the sacrifice of persephone's first true love. A love that still remained deeply ingrained within the woman. She had never forgotten Alex, but the time had passed for their union in this life.
"It is intended that you be once more united with your physical form. You will return to us. There is business to be done, your family needs you Kunna. And you will not leave them wanting." A slow graceful wave of that arm, hand conjuring the lillies that lay upon the ground. Summoning one to her grasp. A single long nail, trailed down the ivory cream flesh of her wrist, drawing forth the crimson tide and allowing it to fill the cup of the flower. Staining the inner walls red with the life that would soon be granted once more.
She turned to KIIA, and Kira "This will bind her to me, once her body rises you will have to drink from her blood. We may have to shed it to harvest it, before the beast takes control. In her choices there will be a consciousness of your welfare. This will assist with bringing her to some semblance of the woman we knew before. To controlling the demon within."
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Kira Smalt-Drakonis
Mosquito
I am that terror in your chest...that flutter of pain... that moment of doubt.
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Post by Kira Smalt-Drakonis on Feb 8, 2010 18:44:06 GMT -7
Kira's determined green eyes glowed in the light of the night sky, bathing the young woman in an unnatural light. The light emitted her want and her hope of her mother returning. Her grandsiresses now stood before her sire, speaking in tones that passed through Kira's head and out the other, soft words that meant nothing in her current state. Kira's hips twisted as she took a step forward, holding back the urge to leap at her mother. Her fingers twitched as Persephone's words rang true.
"This will bind her to me, once her body rises you will have to drink from her blood. We may have to shed it to harvest it, before the beast takes control. In her choices there will be a consciousness of your welfare. This will assist with bringing her to some semblance of the woman we knew before. To controlling the demon within." These words of all the Oracle had uttered before snapped the girl to take another few steps. She came to stand just behind Persephone, staring into the empty orbs of her mother. She whispered words that had no meaning to anyone to but herself.
Kira nodded several times, agreeing silently. Then deciding that wasn’t enough she spoke it aloud: “I understand,” she murmured, her voice soft compared to her grandsiresses’ commanding tone towards her sire. “I understand,” she mumbled lowly, almost squirming out of her shoes in anticipation.
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Post by Kiia on Feb 9, 2010 20:40:44 GMT -7
Kiia stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the darling Oracle speak quietly.
"Lovey....she can't hear you. If she could she would be right there holding you and glad to see you. But right now, her mind isn't right...can you see? Her eyes aren't right."
She was indeed correct, since the girl had picked it up beforehand when Kunna had appeared. Something was rather off, and she could sense something even more sinister below. What was it controlling her? Before she had another second to think of the matter, the woman she adored speak in a rather mighty tone that shook her very being, the shivers traveled from the nape of her neck all the way down to her toes.
"Sire! What home!? What family remains? Who has not yet abandoned the sacred name Drakonis?!"
Kiia hoped and hell, even prayed to whatever god would listen that this woman was not speaking to her. Yes, she was indeed under Kunna, the -first- under her and to take the name and wear it with pride. She wanted to work harder than ever under the more knowledgable and well-rounded vampiress...but. For some reason, at times they got angry with one another. Words were spoken, harsh ones. It led to some fights, and it of course caused problems that they ended up severing once. When they thought they had figured it out, Kunna sired her once again. The turnout was sadly the same, and their friendship was torn into two. It was only until perhaps a few days until the older 'piress went into the earth below did they work out their differences a tad. Kiia had matured just a fraction, and even though she was saddened leaving Kunna and hurting her, she accepted the terms and would live her unlife with it. This made Kunna's heart melt, truly proud of the one she once called childe and daughter. With that, Kiia was presented with a gift: A white moonflower tattoo, not made from ink but from their own souls did it come to be, rest on the middle of her back. And then she vanished without a word. Months went by until she suddenly felt her presence vibrate within her very core. Soul-like arms that could only belong to other wrapped around, with a hint of sadness. It could only be Kunna who stood before them now, and everything made sense on her next set of words when she realized the other 'piress now stared at pers, herself, and another that was quite nearby. Perhaps a childe that also missed her.
"This is all I have left. I feel the remnants of those that are mine, but are they?"
Without a moment's hesitation, persephone took that firm foot towards the darkened creature and spoke proud and true, yet had that tender and sweet tone one would do with a beloved childe. Kiia nodded once to confirm what the elder woman had said and watched in wonderment as she silt her wrist and the small droplets pelted the white lilly and filled it to the rim.
"This will bind her to me, once her body rises you will have to drink from her blood. We may have to shed it to harvest it, before the beast takes control. In her choices there will be a consciousness of your welfare. This will assist with bringing her to some semblance of the woman we knew before. To controlling the demon within."
Kiia knew what had to be done. She took those last few steps until she was side by side with Pers and the other girl. Kira was the name. She held out her left hand to have shards of white paper began to travel along from her shoulder and circled around her elbow. As soon as it reached the palm, it created itself into a small dagger which would be used to spill some of the blood.
"I'm ready."
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Post by Kunna Drakonis on Feb 13, 2010 16:00:47 GMT -7
Even as words were passed between mother and childe, there was that pull toward the grave. The beast below felt it's counterpart and thrived to have it returned. For now, there was no strength within it as long white nails clawed at the insides of the coffin. It's howling feral and deeply ingraining itself into the psyches of all listening creatures. It was a disturbing sound to hear, the layers upon layers of voices that lapped over each other to create the vocals erupting from the soil. The sounds of sorrow and anger and hatred that entwined in those hollow shrieks, this beast's battle cry.
"I do not know what will happen if I am returned to that accursed body, but I yearn to touch the air and taste the moonlight once again." The lunar orb high above had bathed the garden in it's glory just as a passing cloud unveiled the beauty. Yet there was no light reflected from those dead bulbs locked away behind black lashes. Instead, they carried now the visions fast flickering through the nexus between persephone and Kunna. These memories that remained caught up within the web of her sire were now broken away to be shared by the ghost of the past. Physical reactions to each passing image was splayed out upon her features. "The Fates I'm sure have no control over the demons in my old land. But I have faith in you, sire."
So, she was intended to return to her family. Ripped away from her slumber to exist once more among the undead bastards of RavenBlack City. That lithe dark figure turned away from the three women that would no doubt endure great pain to bring her back. She heard the drain of blood upon the delicate fragile flower petals, yet no scent of the crimson life force would reach her senses. But six feet below there came a frightening howl that had the birds in the surrounding woods squawking and abandoning their perches. The sounds of skittering little animals were sent back to those crowded in the garden as they ran in their natural instinct of fear.
It seemed there was nothing she could do to prolong the ceremony that would raise her. The memories from before having went up to that chamber room in her tower crashed against her mind like the waves upon the beach. They were seen, felt, but not touched. The emotions linked to such would barely keep her standing even in that supernatural form. She saw what had sent her to the grave, those accumulative memories that bade her no welcome. There were no emotions linked to this set as she had felt empty and broken for too long. Kunna bowed her head toward the grave as dry onyx lashes kissed pallid cheeks only to let fall crystaline tears to the porcelain petals below. They glittered in the bright moonlight as each saline drop crashed upon lilies until eventually they began to stain such perfection with a scarring vermilion. And in the back of her mind she realized there was someone missing within this tarnished sanctum. His voice was music to her soul and touch was the only that sparked flame beneath her flesh. Where was her Nesmuth?
The emotions had become to great to stave away from her translucent self and they slowly began eroding away at her astral heart. Kunna stepped into the patch of lilies so that she stood within the center above her grave and turned to look at the growing power of three. The cup of petals, drowned in blood and held between them, glowed upon her sights like a lamp leading her home. And for the first time she saw who exactly would be acting as the witches three.
KIIA, daughter and first borne of her sacred blood. How long had it been since they'd last spoken? What had occurred in this girl's unlife to have her home where she belonged? Even as she watched, the paper that trailed down the girl's arm brought a shattered smile to that pale face. Kunna remembered the origami birds and flowers that adorned her desk from the scant meetings she and KIIA would share. It had the ghost prideful to know her long lost daughter had grown in her craft.
Kira, daughter and youngest of her girls. Kunna remembered when the little bird had first come to the school. How timid she looked walking up the road to have knocked on the door of her own newly acquired home. The Matriarch had only just come around the corner carrying flowers from this very garden and had startled the girl with her sudden appearance. To see her now, stronger then ever and ready to take on the task granted her, filled the Kunna once again to the brim with pride and joy to know the girl had not given up.
"It seems I've no choice. So mote it be."
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Draconis Drakonis
Fresh Corpse
Better to die alone than depend on you. The dagger meets its true target by piercing my heart.
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Post by Draconis Drakonis on Feb 15, 2010 19:21:27 GMT -7
He was in his training room when suddenly he slowed down and started think. He hadn't been to his mothers grave since the funeral. At the thought of her memory he placed his weapons back where they belonged and set to the foyer to grab his traveling cloak. Placing the black cloak over his shoulders and pulling the hood up he sets out. As he travels across the land he finally comes upon a wooded expanse. Previous knowledge had placed the burial site on the other side. Nodding his head he began walking through the expanse trying to recall all he could. The only things that seemed to pop into his head was the sword he kept at his side at all times, and its twin in his mothers grave. As he got closer with each step a nagging feeling starts arise.
Coming up to the garden he sees three main figures standing together and another a short distance away. Kneeling down in the shadows he waits and watches to see whats going on. As he tries to think he all he could hear was what sounded like a murmur. Trying to clear his mind and listens certain words came to his ears. "This will bind her to me, once her body rises you will have to drink from her blood. We may have to shed it to harvest it,"
At those words he realized who the fourth person was, anger flashing in his eyes he begins to calculate what to do. These three women were desecrating his mothers grave and he could not let that happen, but what could he do. Hearing the foremost woman was an oracle could he really do anything to stop them? Nonetheless he had to try. Blocking out all else he began to concentrate. Pulling out his sword he drives it into the ground closing his eyes. He had to figure out what was going on. focusing his abilities He wills a small breeze that goes across the women and toward him pulling the sound of their voices in his direction.
As the time passes he notices the dagger in one of the womans hand as she takes a step forward. Not knowing who she was or the other two for that matter all he did know was that he had to protect his mother. He had intended for her to finally rest in blissful peace at the funeral, it was why the sword was placed with her, to keep her safe. He never expected anyone to desecrate her grave, and he never will let them.
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Feb 17, 2010 17:21:40 GMT -7
"Sire! What home!? What family remains? Who has not yet abandoned the sacred name Drakonis?!"
Leasollette bit her lip whilst an unknown fury boiling past peaks she never knew she had starting from the very pit of her stomach to come askew from out her mouth in the form of words. The echoing words gave her no consolation and gave her more headache than anything. Her heels buried into the ground, the small pyress' fist had turned bloody red from the blood that circulated in her. Yes, she was guilty of the crime but had come back just as quickly, therefore far from being applicable under the current circumstance as she hadn't left her mother's side once since her passing even as opportunity called her name, beckoned the little pyress to leave Kunna for another. In spite of these temptations her answer to its called was always precisely 'no'.
As it was she was becoming more furious, enraged by this mess of words. "I haven't..." She said through clenched fangs her mess of raven hair shielding her mismatched hues from visibility as her eyes closed on themselves tightly. "Not since you left, I've tried keeping people here, close to me and in the line but they were distant and I became distant. Hell, I don't even see my sisters hardly at all! Why? Because they've never been around. Yngwie and Aristos, those be the ones I've entrusted my company them and Persephone but eventually with all the mess, I faded away. Why? Because there wasn't a single point in watching the state of affairs! NONE!"
Leasollette let out an angry sigh as her fist slowly in a twitch like movement uncurled from their murdering pressure ensuing from too tightly held fists. Her fury not quite having left her so completely she continued on her thought, "Why for the love of Raven Black would I just sit so calmly over this gradual building of grief and bitterness towards unlife itself with out trying to make amends! You once told me a story about how we got our name, I'm proud of my name, and it is Leasollette Rosaria-Rave DRAKONIS. D-R-A-K-O-N-I-S! Does that register? The only sire I've ever taken and will ever take is none other than YOU. Even as the bonds were severed that once not a single ounce of another pyre's blood tainted my veins, and nor shall it ever. I came back to you and now I'm here for good. You can pluck me like a weed for all I care and I'll find a way to grow roots right back into your graces."
The jibes, something the Lord himself knew well enough she'd encountered plenty of to a point worthy of praise for having accomplished such a number. So much, she could have gone through bombing the City itself with showering confetti masses to express the sheer frustration it caused her. These jibes sharp enough to make her stomach turn in constant circling motions. Leasollette stepped forward to Kunna with blood shot eyes gazing into her mother's. Looking up was never a thing she liked, it made her feel small, which most certainly she was indeed small. But this, nothing ever made her more furious than the jibes from family with such heavy emotion, rage, sadness, happiness, or misery, it didn't make a world of a difference, all were felt and weighing on her like an explicit pain from a double edge blade. It was impossible to misconstrue the genuineness of such volumes of emotion, ever.
Shaking from a torrent of sorrow and spite the tiny girl stared up at her mother. Her visage was marked by the saturated emotion of the sharp fury that swelled while writhing inside of her.
...still, she possessed a tinge of sorrow buried deep under those ever increasingly crimson orbs. "You want your blood to stay your blood then don't abandon it! You may be with us in spirit but spirits can't hug, can't walk you down a damn isle or share moments with you like the undead and living can. It's not the same and if that be a crime; the case is still before the judge. You are my sire. The ones you see here are the ones you need not take in such little consideration, mother. Because they're here for you now. I can not be as unjust to speak for the future that awaits rest, but I for one, will always be here, that's not changing."
It was done. The small pyress' head fell limp and her eyes returned to the hideous dulled hues that no longer held the same energy in them as they had in previous days.
Done, she was done with sitting idle by, doing things for others and never herself, if she could even bring the smallest figment of happiness to anyone out of her selfishness she could remain happy... even if fate came to spite her that her own sire loathed her very being for such inconsiderate actions against in regards to Kunna's final slumber which she so unrighteously disturbed. She loved Kunna and there could never be another sire for her, that was the current state of things.
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Post by Persephone on Feb 26, 2010 18:49:53 GMT -7
"Indeed. As I have spoken let it be..."
Gaze fell upon the two ladies who had answered the call, a curious sort the three of them. KIIA representing the past of the one she called daughter, Kira child of the future shining bright, and she the present acting as a foundational grounding where she would not be shaken.
"Rise my childe, I call you by name, Ikkunaprinsessa Rhiannon Fae Drakonis Estebahn Tremiere, and you will heed my call. Rise from the embrace of mother earth which holds you within her grasp, break forth from the tomb which has held you for too long. Come forth and be freed from that which claims you, for I too have claim upon you, as do they who have gathered here."
As she spoke she held the lilly filled with her own blood outwards, a sacrifice made on behalf of her daughter, to draw the demon out. Blood, such a matter of strength, weakness, and purity, for there was nothing else one could part with willingly and truly give of the self. As the woman would come for the blood, she knew the two ladies at her sides would do as directed, taking of her blood for themselves. Each binding her to that which would keep her here.
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Post by Kunna Drakonis on Mar 10, 2010 9:29:27 GMT -7
Each figure that had remained within the garden felt as if a torch circling the grave. A burning emblem of security and hope and trust that continued to burn and yearn for the being which now stood upon her own blossoming tomb. For every form there was a guiding light or thick darkness encompassing undead hearts. It was a comfort to the quieting spirit. But still she saw no faces to connect to these emotions. Yet from memories dormant it was increasingly easy to pick out who was who.
No response came to each being, but a string of words meant to comfort and touch the ones that carried such negativity into her garden. And as these poised and waiting utterances lingered upon pale lips, Kunna took note of the present moment and paid close attention to the following steps taken by her sire. There was no need of course, she felt the commands enforced within her and flow into the deep earth, but a certain respect for the powerful Oracle held her captive. persephone had been able to pull her back from the land of the dead against her will; such power could not go unacknowledged.
"Rise my childe, I call you by name, Ikkunaprinsessa Rhiannon Fae Drakonis Estebahn Tremiere, and you will heed my call. Rise from the embrace of mother earth which holds you within her grasp, break forth from the tomb which has held you for too long. Come forth and be freed from that which claims you, for I too have claim upon you, as do they who have gathered here."
One final glance up toward the blinding light of the moon, Kunna felt it's calling in her veins. The night wanted her back, it's saturating darkness to encompass her body in it's gentle touch.
"What was the most important lesson I ever taught you, my children?" These words dealt out in regard to the infuriated boy in the woods to the hurt little girl screaming out profanities. Words meant also for Kira and KIIA and for all others of her lineage that now stood within that garden. "Have patience..."
In those final moments, Kunna had come to lay upon the bed of lilies, arms crossed over her chest and black lashes rested upon high cheek bones. It seemed as if the moonlight were dissolving her aural form into the Earth. Slowly she melted into the flowers, fading fast from observing eyes. Finally, she'd disappeared into nothingness save for the soft blowing wind that swayed in and out of the remaining buds. All was silent as the grave.
Until there ripped forth from the dirt another feral scream, this time more foreboding than the last. It seemed closer, more complete in it's strength. The dirt around feet began to tremble and rocks rolled here and there. No other sound could be deciphered above the shaking earth and the rise of roots above the place Kunna had just lain. The marble tablet servicing as the gravestone toppled over and cracked into two pieces. Not a moment after the ground split open and a rush of flesh and bone and feather and hair burst forth from it's confines. High above the moon silhouetted a ragged figure draped in torn cloth and fighting against tattered wings. Weakened muscles had the beast returning to the planet surface with a freefall speed.
As the figure dropped through the sky, the hues of it's skin, hair and wings began to fade into white. Within the blink of an eye what seemed like a shadow of nothing turned into a shooting star. One that hissed and growled through the pain of a hollow stomach and burning senses. There was then a loud thud as the creature landed awkwardly onto the topsoil merely a few feet from where she came.
It was easy to see why such an unsteady landing had occurred, having two faded and grotesque wings lay limp and diminished upon the ground while at their base one single glorious white appendage flitted. It's companion though remained to be seen, bulging at the skin keeping it captive. The beast lay there twitching, moving only by the violent jerk of the free pinion.
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Kira Smalt-Drakonis
Mosquito
I am that terror in your chest...that flutter of pain... that moment of doubt.
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Post by Kira Smalt-Drakonis on Mar 13, 2010 9:11:07 GMT -7
Kira nearly jumped for joy. Her feet left the ground as if her own wings had sprung forth and longed to call to her mother's own. "Mom..." she whispered, taking a step forward, instinctively pausing fore she knew that would be the order. Kira always had trouble with following orders... But if it would bring her mother back she would follow any order even it it brought to the end of the earth as long as it meant coming back with Kunna at her side.
The girl's fierce green eyes look up to her grandsiress, eagerly searching for an answer, an order in response to the creature that rested over her mother's grave. Kira could barely hold still as her eyes darted away to stare at Lea and then at the man in the forest who had a threatening aura about him. Kira had nothing to say to them... all she could think about was Kunna almost home. The vampiress turns to her mother, one ear focused on persephone as her eyes centered in on Kunna in her current state.
"I'm ready..." the girl finally murmurs, repeating what Kiia had said when they had been asked before, solidifying the agreement.
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on Mar 16, 2010 15:22:56 GMT -7
Aristos put a firm hand on his twin's shoulder and pulled her backward a step or two. He shook his head at her harsh words, if he'd been a ghost before, perhaps now he'd been almost non-existent. But just as he'd promised to Leas, he didn't walk away to disappear from the face of the earth. Cold eyes of pale blue looked to the woods and with an arched brow he offered the man a small grin in which only the faintest tug at the corner of his mouth could be seen.
His grip on his sister released trusting that she needn't be as foolish as her outburst might have made her seem. "It isn't nice to hide while others have found you." He said in a muffled tone to the one in the forest. "Why not come down here where we can see you?" He asked finally; if he'd receive no reply, it wasn't his problem.
It seemed a bit too late to stop the events that fell one after the other. However, as Leasollette had told him once before, the only face he really saw on a frequent basis, that there'd be others who'd condemn them for such actions. Knowing this he readily ignored the other and focused his attention onto something worth while, "What can we do to help?" He asked Persephone, the implied 'we' referring to that of Leas.
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Post by Kiia on Mar 24, 2010 16:19:53 GMT -7
Patience.
One word that made this occurence happen. One single word that triggered everything in Kiia's unlife and made her existence possible. Every choice and decision since the beginning came with a sense of being patient and waiting until the outcome. Not every one of them was good, but it was still something whether it be liked or not. But now this...this choice to come because of a horrible reminiscing and acting upon it the decision. This was what true patience was: To wait and assist in the resurrection of one of the most important people in her story.
As Kunna's aural form moved down into the earth once again, she stood ready with her left foot slightly more forward and hand still extanded out with that paper blade ready. Sure, it was just a piece of parchment to some, but it was magic to Kiia and ready to be fought with if needed to. After a moment of horrid silence, that infuriated scream roared around them and caused her to ground her white teeth together rather harshly. She wondered if she squeezed them tighter if they would break into tiny white pieces before the earth began to tremor. From their short distance, a marble coffin rose from the flowers that shaped it and cracked open like a nut, and a dark figure made its way into the sky. Suddenly, this creature turned to angelic white and the girl knew quite instantly...this was Kunna's demon form: The beast locked within. As it plummeted back to the ground below and impacted, the 'piress took one small step back as it bounced because of the force then finally was still minus the here and there jerks.
This was it. Kiia was needed at this moment. Not only for Kunna, but for the family that she had...she would help in any way necessary. With a firm nod, she strolled casually over to Kunna. Past Kira and Pers did the woman realize the danger she had placed herself in. This was becoming more than dangerous...it could cost her some limbs if not cautious. None the less, as Kiia had heard before from her former sire's lips: So mote it be.
Just about a foot away from the winged, bright creature, she knelt down on one knee and whispered softly into the wind so that it reached the other's ears.
"I will help save you, even if it costs my own unlife."
And with those words, Kiia swooped the parchment blade into Kunna's wrist to slit it open, her small, dainty fingers coming to clasp at the other's hand to hold it firmly there as she began to drink from her veins with such a hunger.
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