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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 19:24:43 GMT -5
OOC:: This shall be funeth.
"Come on!" Peter's voice echoed through out the clearing that he and Autumn were standing in. He stood in the center of the clearing, his body tense, looking as though he were bracing himself for an attack. His shaggy black hair, which was usually messy, looked even worse then usual. And a few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. "I said come on! You can take me!" he shouted again. His grey eyes were locked on the blond warrior, his voice directed at her.
She stood across from him, only a few feet away. Her sword was unsheathed and she looked pale. It had only been a few days since she'd awaken from her coma, but she had insisted on training, claiming that if he didn't help her she would find someone else who would. Peter knew he couldn't let that happen, because anyone but him would actually listen to her when she told them to do their worst.
She was glaring at him coldly, catching her breath as he yelled at her. "Kill me! Just try! I know you want to!" He was trying to get her angry. After the first few minutes, he had discovered that that was what made her fight her best. "You're a scrawny little human! You can't hurt me! Look at me! I've hardly broken a sweat! Just try an' kill me!" he shouted again, waiting for her to lunge into combat. "Come on!"
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 19:42:29 GMT -5
((-nods-))
Grip tightened on the leather hilt of her sword, gaze locked on the half-breed across the clearing. Lungs fought against her, begging and fighting for air as she tried to catch her breath once more. Chest heaved, straining to catch up in breath before she could lunge into battle once more. Her weapon of choice wasn't the usual 'vampire slaying' sword she usually used in combat.....the only sword of hers that was laced with silver for the fast kill when it came to the demons. Instead she used the sword she generally used against humans, not wanting to actually kill Peter in this little warm up. Beads of sweat and blood mixed from failed attempts of attacking him before. Though her strength was in fact coming back.
Before we go any further, let me shead some light on this. Autumn had been attacked earlier.....only to be saved by Peter once again. This time, she had fallen into a coma that was riddled with nightmares of Peter and his vampire side. When she had awoken, she found many new annoyances......such as Cassandra, that Peter wasn't really evil and that all that rest let her muscles relax completely. Which is why she was here, training against Peter. She needed to prepair for battle again, this time she hadn't informed her commanding officer of her new wounds in hopes of being sent away sooner.
His words did strike anger in her, though if it had been some other vampire speaking them....she would have blown it off. She had agreed to never call him a half-breed, and in return....he never really called her a human. It was like an unspoken promise. As anger flared, thoughts of her pain left her completely. Within seconds, she was in battle-mode once more. With as much ease and grace as she used on small battle fields before, she made her first attack, swinging her swoard for Peter's shoulder. This time however, she didn't just stop at a simple swing of the sword, her left hand left the sword in mid air and pulled a dagger from her belt. With new weapon in tact, she aimed for a blow to his side. A simple move for her, though many other soilders would have disagreed. She said nothing to Peter, almost as if she couldn't be bothered to even utter a word....which, again was like her in battle. She never uttered a word in response.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 20:02:28 GMT -5
Her blade glinted in the sun as she swung it toward him. He ducked out of the swords way just in time to see that she had pulled her dagger and was aiming it for his uninjured side. At this rate, I'm going to end up sleeping standing up. he thought. Or upside down. another part of him argued. Peter ignored it, having decided paranoia was a waste of his time. He could tell she was getting angrier by the second. Good. It made her fight better. She'd almost got him that time. He'd luckily been able to twist out of reach at the last second, but only after feeling the cool prick of her dagger brush his bare skin. He realized she didn't like being called him. In fact, she must hate it if she got that angry for it. Probably as much as he hated being called a half-breed, even if it was what he was. Not that he ever showed his discomfort. There wasn't anyone around to see it anyway. He took a deep breath and stepped to the side.
Unlike Autumn, he wasn't using weapons. It would tip the scale considerably if he used a sword since he was twice as strong as she was. They had however practiced her sword skills earlier in a seperate battle. But this was full on combat, no breaks, no slowing things down to try again. So he'd decided to go without. "Do you need me to yell again? Get angry! Pretend I'm the devil. Pretend I'm everything you despise. Pretend I'm the demon of all evil. Pretend I'm the thing you hate more then anything else. Now kill me!" Of course she wouldn't really kill him, let alone hurt him enough to be concerning, but they both already had a few scratches. If she could pin him, that would be enough for today, wheither she liked it or not. "Are you deaf? I said KILL ME!" He lunged himself at her from the side, swinging his clenched fist at her ribs at less then half force. He didn't want to risk reopening the wound that had already had too much damage done to it.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 20:25:39 GMT -5
Missed. Like the countless times she had tried before, she missed.....though she did note that she had finally been getting closer. As soon as her muscles loosened completely, she would be able to move faster and swing harder then this. She hated many things, vampires, Rasputian, her father, some of the men she had been forced to work with, being called humans, being treated weak but above all, she hated being weak. Especially like this. So far, she had only ran off from his words that caused the occsional trickle of anger that coursed her veins. She hadn't even allowed herself to picture him as she had dreamt him. Before he had countered her attack, her eyes closed momentarly. Crimsion gaze opened to find the Peter that she had pictured in her dreams. The same Peter that turned her over to Rasputain......the same Peter she had nearly killed. Anger flared. This time it wasn't the same prick of annoyance that flared and then disappeared. This wasn't even anger.
No, it was far beyond that.
It was hate, something every human habored....except not to this extent. She now caught his movements and was able to duck away in time to dodge a painful blow. This time, she faked an attack from both her sword and her dagger, her arm with the dagger aiming to twist his extended arm down and away while simotainioulsy, her knee rose to deliever a hard blow to the mid-section. Something she hadn't learned before......it was called improvising, which she had been forced to do in huge battle before. This time, she didn't hold back on her blows, her aim was suddenly turning deadly and her speed had increased greatly. She was no longer fighting the Peter she knew, she was now fighting that murderous monster she had seen before in her nightmares.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 20:48:38 GMT -5
Autumn rolled away just in time. She pretended to swing her hilt toward him, but then back tracked and he felt her grip on his wrist. "Much better." he said, right before she twisted it. Her knee was brought up into his stomach at full force. Peter took a deep breath before he felt the blow. Then used the air he'd just taken in to catch his breath. Unfortunatly, that and her twisted grip had knocked him backwards and onto the forest floor. His hand subconsiously went to the place her knee had caught his stomach. Looking up at her, he wondered what had brought this burst of rage. Apparently he had hit some sort of nerve. She had gotten stronger and faster in a sudden rush, leaving him on the ground. That was good enough for him. At least for today. Autumn's face was so pale she looked like a ghost, and he wanted to stop before she turned blue. "Well done." he said. Rising to his feet, he brushed dirt away from his jeans. Then surveyed himself, taking into note every cut and bruise. However, Peter kept Autumn in the corner of his eye incase the hatred that she'd fought with moments before still hadn't vanished.
Peter glanced at his side. It had been a while now since the battle with the wolf demon, and his scratches seemed to have healed well. But the training session had put stress on it and it looked red, almost as if the blood were just beneath it and ready to pour out any second. He would make sure to put a small layer of bandages over it just in case. He didn't need anymore blood soaked shirts. He picked up a t-shirt that had been tossed aside while they were at battle and threw it on. His hand self-consiously slipped inside the collar of his shirt and rested atop his opposite shoulder blade. Exactly where his scars were. He had identical ones on the other shoulder blade as well. His shoulders felt stiff, so he gently massaged the right one, and then the left, before letting his hands fall back to his side and his attention to Autumn. He didn't know that Autumn was well aware of his scars. He probably wouldn't care one way or the other. Peter's grey eyes rested on Autumn's tired form, waiting for her to say something.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 21:22:31 GMT -5
With the extra effort came more pain from her body straining more then it actually should have. None of her wounds had gotten to the point of reopening, though she was sore and stiff around her muscules. She blew this off as just another weakness. She hadn't even noticed the pain that followed the attack that left Peter on the forest floor. Her lungs burned from the heavy intake of breath and the lack of oxygen. A doctor would have told her to rest over an hour ago when she had first been knocked down by Peter....though she would have disagreed completely. Fists clentched around her weapons and her knuckles faded into a brighter white as her griped tighted more. She was now standing over Peter, exhausted and panting yes, but she had done it. She had finally did something more then a weak human attack. Now her mind debated on delivering the final blow or not. It would have been easy with his momentarily pause. She could have ended everything there with some simple swipe of her blade.
Instead, she turned away. Panting still, and a steady shake now ran over her hands. She wasn't finished. Her blood had caught fire once again, placing her into war until whoever she was battling was dead and gone. Crimsion gaze darked as she turned completely away from Peter again, still no words crossed the femme's lips. She was pale but she didn't care. She had placed her full attention into stopping herself from giving Peter the final blow of a silver laced dagger. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind that Peter wouldn't be the good guy forever....there would be a time when his vampire blood would be too hard to resist. "No." Her voice hardly even audible to herself. She wouldn't let it get to that. She turned back to Peter this time, now convincing herself that he couldn't turn like he had done in her nightmare. Though her mind focused on one more thing, how much Peter really looked like Rasputain. Could they be related?
Everything was a possibilty. Giving a soft sigh, she turned away from Peter again. Something that he should have been growing used to by now seeing that she spoke to him less then she had ever done before. Before the nightmares. She was off again to shower and return to town for some supplies of her own....and she had no intention on telling Peter where she was planning on going.
Hours later, she had finished with her bathing and was headed toward the marketplace. All without a word to Peter. She had planned to grab her own food, her own water and everything else....seeing that Peter still didn't believe her about Cassandra. Since thier new addition, Autumn had been buying and stealing her own supplies. And besides, she had a few letters to her officers, men and king that needed to be mailed off.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 21:57:12 GMT -5
Peter had noticed all right, but he didn't make any big deal out of it. But he'd contemplated it, and it had crossed his mind a few times. She had been different since before she'd fallen into that coma. She'd changed after the night they both had nightmares about now. It had been weeks since then, and he'd had plenty time to think about it, but he wasn't any closer to figuring out what it meant. Instead, he put all his strength into protecting both Autumn and Cassandra, whom Autumn seemed to have taken an immeadiatly disliking to, and helping Autumn get back into top form for when she finally returned to battle. He just hoped he had enough power to keep her at bay until she was well enough to fight again, for real. Not just when she thought she was good enough. We all know what had happened last time she had decided she wanted to fight before she was ready.
But in a way, Peter sort of under stood why. She wanted to be back out on the battle field. It was what she trained for, it was the only thing she knew. It was the one place she felt like herself, and where she could live without confusion. Confusion had filled them both since that night. The night that changed everything between them. Peter was tired of trying to figure it out, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Instead, he thought about other things. Like Cassandra for instance. And Envy and his little band that seemed to show up randomly. They didn't get much out of Peter, dispite all their probing, but Peter had grown used to their company. He'd also realized that Cassandra couldn't see nor hear them. Odd. But it wasn't of his concern. He watched Autumn turn away from him, her hands were shaking. He raised an eyebrow. Had he pushed her too hard? Before he'd gotten up, he had saw desire gleaming in her eyes. She had wanted to kill him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He knew that it wasn't just the kiss to blame. Something had happened to her during that coma. Several times he'd heard her mutter in her sleep. 2 out of 3 times it had been about him. He remembered that when she'd awaken, she had stood with her sword pointed to his throat. She had even felt her neck, as if looking for a sign that he had sunk his fangs into her. Peter could only imagine what he'd done to her in those dreams. He didn't know anything for sure, but he wanted to. But Peter wasn't going to ask. He wasn't that type of guy, as you may have come to realize.
"No." she murmured to herself. Peter's head tilted ever so slightly, watching her. She was talking to herself again. He silently wondered what about. Then shook his head. It was none of his business. Besides, why should he care? Finally, she turned back to him. She seemed a little more relaxed, while at the same time a little more distressed, if that were possible. Autumn seemed to be considering something, staring intently at him. Then she sighed and turned again, beginning to walk away. No doubt she'd be washing herself up. Peter decided he'd do the same once she was through. Without another word, he made his way back to camp.
It was no more then an hour and a half later when Peter stepped into the market place. Both Peter and Autumn were fresher, having washed up after their training session. Autumn hadn't said a word to Peter since then. She hadn't bothered to tell him where she was going, but he followed her just the same. He still felt this irritatly responsibility to protect both girls. And because of Autumn's state, she weighed a little more on the scale of protection. Besides, he needed to stock up on his own things. It had been away since he'd stopped accepting things from Cassandra. She'd become increasingly suspisious after Autumn had woken up. She'd came back, babbling about another murder she had witnessed. Too creepy right? Peter had kept his guard up since then, telling Cassandra that he and only he would bring back supplies from now on. He and Autumn stepped into the busy street and their little 'shopping trip' began.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 22:29:49 GMT -5
She heard him way before she had even seen that Peter was going to join in on this, though she wouldn't be near him once she made it into the market place. So many things had changed since she had woken up, including Cassandra. Autumn had seen her before, though she couldn't quite pin where she had spotted the female before or why felt so hostile against her. In fact, not being able to pinpoint who the other female was had bugged Autumn for sometime now, much like Peter keeping watch over her. Her glare cut back over to where his footsteps sounded. She had tried insisting she could handle everything on her own but he kept following......kept watching out for her. Her mind flooded with more things that needed to be sorted out before anything could return to a state of normality. She couldn't keep living in fear of half of Peter, especially since that 'faithful' night. Peter had risked his live to save hers too many times now, so she couldn't just blow him off as an enemy and ignore him. Was this because she was weak? Because in a way, Peter was her only friend she had ever had. He, and he alone was the only living......well, half-living thing on this planet that she fully trusted. And her trust was hard to earn, seeing that she still doesn't fully trust her own king or men that she fought beside.
Soon, almost too soon, the sounds of the marketplace filled her ears. Even with this late in the day, the place was flooded with people...all talking with friends or family or bargining prices lower. Instantly, she spotted the cart that marked for mail. Without another glance toward Peter, Autumn fought her way through the crowd and handed her letters over....as well as a few more dollars to insure the letters would be sent as soon as possible. With part one of five out of her way, Autumn picked her way around the crowd this time. Perhaps she could spend more then a few seconds here. Her gaze swept over random stores with tables lining the crowded street, pausing only here and there to examine random objects.
Not much longer, she spotted a book vendor's table. She enjoyed reading at nights or on ship rides to places if she wasn't busy writing new maps, making plans or telling new orders. Absent mindedly, she picked up the first book on the edge of the table.
Tonight's first mistake was now in her hands.
It just so happened that, the innocent book she had picked up was a love relationship book and she had opened to a page marked 'do you love him?'. It was half-way through the page that she had noticed how many 'yes's she would have marked if she had a pen....yes's toward 'do you love peter?' Gaze narrowed in new annoyance, and perhaps even shock. According to this book, she was in love with Peter. That couldn't be. Its....just a stupid book! she offered....and failed. And so with gaze narrowed to slits, she slammed the book shut in her hands. And without so much as another look toward the vendor or the crowd....she gave the 'useless' book a hard toss behind her.
No longer did she want her supplies or anything else for that matter. She just wanted to......escape. And she almost made it too, until Pride and Envy showed. She could tell that no one else in the place could even see the phantoms......lucky her. Both of them held huge grins, which usually marked trouble for Autumn. With gaze narrowed, she questioned them to why they were here.....but the countered. "Ooooooo!! You liiiiiiiiiikkkkkkeeeeee hhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmm!!!" Cut in Envy, his grin cutting across more of his face as he finished. "Its not like it wasn't obvious. Autumn and Peter sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Added Pride. And similar childish jabs back and forth.
They even blocked Autumn's way as she tried her way around them. Finally, with frustration enough to explode a volcano, the teenager rounded on her 'ghosts' "SHUT THE HELL UP!!" The statement was meant to come out as a contorlled hiss, instead it came out as a yell loud enough to cover almost every voice in the marketplace.
People stopped thier bidding and chattering to turn toward the source of the noise, only to spot the back of a blonde teenager escaping the clearing.
It was Pride who decided that talking to Peter would be much more fun, leaving Envy to hunt down Autumn. And so, without effort, the male appeared at Peter's side. Resting his arm on the boy's shoulder. "Buddy Ol' pal.....ol' chum" He greeted, that childish grin still cutting across his face.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 25, 2007 23:13:52 GMT -5
While Autumn disappeared into the crowd gathered around the mail cart, Peter slipped toward a vendor selling produce. He pulled his act, slipping things like fruit and water into his pockets while the vendor rang up his order. He'd wandered to two or three more stands and was slipping some bandages into his pockets, which were growing heavy, when he heard something whizzing toward him. It hit him in the back of his head before he could react. His hand flew to his head and he whirled around on his heal, ready to spring. No one was there. But he did spot Autumn storming down the street. A moment later, two of her 'angel' friends appeared. They had roguish grins on their faces. By the look on Autumn's face, he could tell they were teasing her about something, irritating her. Her face was red when she finally shoved her way past them and shouted at the top of her lungs, - which if you knew Autumn you would know that it was very out of character - "Shut the hell up!" Everyone, including the cashier whom was handing Peter his purchases, stopped to stare. The teen took no notice as she turned on her heel and stomped away.
With his hand resting on the place where whatever Autumn had thrown had hit him, he raised his eyebrows in wonder and rubbed the back of his head. He let his hand drop before snatching the things the stand owner handed him and heading down the street. But he stopped when he felt his foot brush something that definately was not the road. His gaze fell down to it. It was a book. He was about to kneel down and pick it up when Pride, the youngest of the spectors band, reappeared beside Peter and leaned against his shoulder. "Buddy ol' pal... ol' chum." he said, grinning up at him with that same extreamly childish smile he'd seen both Pride and Envy give Autumn. Something told Peter he wasn't going to like this.
Ignoring the fact that Pride's weight was shifted onto Peter, the teen leaned down to pick up the book anyway, not caring the the phantom stumbled. It wasn't as if anyone would see him anyway. Apparently, he and Autumn were the only ones who could. Staightening up, he read the cover. A relationship book? What the in h-e-double hockey sticks (I'm sorry I couldn't resist! I won't do that again, I just had to use it once. But I'm done now.) was Autumn doing reading a relationship book? He flipped it open to the table of contents and read down the list of chapters.
1) How to meet the perfect man. 2) Are you conpadable? 3) Do you love him? 4) Does he love you?
His finger paused over Chapter 3. Then slammed the book shut a second later, trying to push all intruding thoughts away. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe it wasn't the book that had hit him. Or if it was, maybe it was someone else who threw it. But he knew that thinking those things was just as insane as the possibility that Autumn was reading that book. He opened it again, deciding to ignore any comments Pride made. He knew the spector would. And it would probably be something the half-breed didn't want to hear.
5) Does she love you? 6) Do you love her?
Again Peter hesitated. Then shook his head. He snapped the book shut again and began making his way toward the tent where tables had been set out and piled with books. He sat it on the table next to other books similar to it. But curiousity got the better of him, and he picked it up once more. Flipping to Chapter 6, he read down the page of questions. They seemed to be asking more then answering. But he did notice that his yes's were starting to overwhelm the no's. He suddenly snorted, startling a little girl nearby. This is ridiculous. he thought, and slammed the book down on the table, making it rock. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away. It was very rare that Peter's blank face expressed any sort of feeling, but his eyes were narrowed in frustration and the corners of his mouth turned down into a scowl. He knew he'd never hear the end of even thinking about reading that book from Pride. He braced himself for the ghost's rant-sure-to-come.
But even more then that, he was angry at himself for picking the book up. It had made things even worse, while at the same time scaring the crap out of him. He was even more confused then ever. He couldn't love Autumn... could he?
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jun 26, 2007 23:58:49 GMT -5
× Hundreds, no thousands of thoughts flooded Autumn's mind as she made her escape from the marketplace. Pride had left to annoy the hell out of Peter some more and Envy had left to take care of some 'family' matters or perhaps it was just to leave her to destroy herself with her thoughts, which one had slipped her mind the moment Envy disappeared from her line of vision. The spectors' absence left her alone to drown in her own thoughts. To destroy herself with her very own thoughts, something she had she had grown accustomed to. She no longer cringed at the venomious sound in her voice inside her head....no longer took notice of the vicious insults she ripped herself limb from limb with. But Autumn verbally and mentally tearing herself apart wasn't really the 'thing' at the moment...it was that book that had told her she was in love with Peter. She had thought she had been in.....in love with Peter before but she had proven herself wrong countless times over, or at least she thought she had. What did she know anymore? Perhaps she was the one that was correct and that damned book was the one spelling out lies for the fool to read, to believe and to take to heart. She had spotted other teenage girls smiling, laughing and even crying with that exact same book in hand. Perhaps, the book was only written to allow young females that they were in love with someone. Eyes closed once more and hand jammed through her hair in annoyance, pushing back stray blonde hairs that had fallen in her face in her haste to disappear- to get away from that crowed place, that book and most of all Peter. Footsteps softly thudded with each passing step, her pace set at a fast step- the normal pace of an annoyed teenager. She mind kept warning her to forget everything that book had told her, though she couldn't forget it.....no matter how hard she tried to push it all away. She quickly became absorbed in her thoughts and with that, she became oblivious to her surroundings.
>> As Peter bent to pick up the book that had served as a weapon earlier, Pride's stance didn't falter. He had been able to feel Peter's movements before he had made them, giving him a fair warning to shift his weight else where while the teen inspected the book. His grin had disappeared, but it returned within seconds as Peter inspected the book.....even reading the chapters headings in the table of contents. So far, the phantom....using the word phantom loosely......had been able to keep silent. That ended when Peter took a second look at the book, even opened it to a chapter. "Whatcha' readin?" Pride questioned, sounding more childish then the grin had made him appear. In fact, even as he had asked the question that didn't need to be answered, Pride even rocked from his heels to his the front of his feet and back. Without waiting for Peter's reply, he spoke again. "Soooooooooo........you got the 'you love her' answer to huh?" He replied, seeing Peter's sudden change in emotion. This time, the spector's own expression held a trace of shock that he had been able to read Peter's expression without having to invade his head again. "And hey!" He added, poking Peter's side. "you're just going to let Autumn run off?" He added, his finger now gesturing to the back Autumn as she disappeared from sight.
× What she had thought had passed and what time had really passed differed greatly. She had believed she had been absorbed in her thoughts for seconds, or perhaps just a minute. The time really told her that she had been nothing but an empty walking shell for nearly a half an hour. Gaze shot from one side of her line of vision to the other and then back again, pausing here and there and taking in every bit of her new surroundings. She was no longer near the marketplace, instead she had been getting closer to the camp that Peter and Cassandra had built while she was in some sort of coma. Finding no path but the one leading to the camp, Autumn veered off toward a small spring that she had found days ago. She couldn't go back to that camp to face Cassandra...or worse, Peter. Her pace slowed to a causious walk as her boots left the path to make a new one. Within minutes, she was at the shores of the small spring. Without so much as a glance around, Autumn sat at the base of the same tree she had been sitting at while she had wanted to clear her mind since she had woken from her coma. Right now, her mind wasn't on the coma or the things she had seen while she was dreaming. It wasn't even on that stupid book anymore, instead her thoughts went back to her own emotions. Upon reading that she 'was in love' with Peter, so many emotions flared at one time....firing off at once like a canon in war. Anger had out done everything else, not giving her the time to assess any other emotion. She was a warrior, a soilder, an assassin...trained to kill, murder, steal and countless other acts. She trained for this her entire life, she never even knew what the word 'love' meant until just months ago. She never even had real parents! So she couldn't love..........or could she? And she couldn't possibly love Peter, could she?
×Such an IDIOT!!! Half of her wanted to drown herself in the spring at her feet, but the other half of herself wanted to get back to that book......to see if it was actually possible. Heaving a sigh, she turned her attention back to the spring.....looking for anything to draw her attention away from her current problem. Perhaps she could pactice her with her daggers on a few fish, seeing that speed and accurancy was the only way to spear a fish. With her dagger half unsheathed, she poised the silver blade over the water. Her gaze swept the water once over, then twice over until she spotted a trout. In one fluid motion, her dagger skimmed the water's edge. The tip of the blade slicing through the clear waters as easily as it would have sliced through the flesh of a vampire enemy. Within seconds, the trougt was on the ground at her side...........
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jun 27, 2007 21:02:06 GMT -5
OOC: Awwwwww! I wanted to trip him! -pushes Pride over-
If only Peter could wrap his hands around the spectors throat right then. Peter tried to ignore Pride's comments, but it was becoming impossible. It was as if he was hitting every pressure point, trying to throw Peter off track. The teen just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. His hands dug further into his pockets and he clenched his jaw tensly. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know anything anymore. The boy snorted. As if he'd known anything to begin with. What little knowledge of anything he'd had was gone, washed away with a current too strong for Peter to hold on to. It made him want to punch something, to hurt something, to hurl whatever was nearby into a tree. His hand hit something round in his pocket. An orange. He shifted it into his palm and felt his fingers dig into the peel. He hated being confused. He hated it almost as much as he hated his father for what he'd done to him. For what he'd done to everyone. He hated it as much as he hated Pride at the moment, who was rambling on about the book and Autumn and everything else. He just hated it. It frustrated him. It was like he was standing over the edge of a cliff and something made sure he couldn't turn back to the safety of solid ground.
Peter didn't realize that the only way out was to jump.
The blurred scenary of the loud market became quiet and green. He'd walked farther then he'd expected. But Peter didn't take notice. He wandered, not knowing where to go, letting his feet guide him. He wasn't going back to camp. Not just yet. If he knew Autumn, she wouldn't either. Gah! There he went again! If he knew Autumn... This was going to drive him crazy! "Ahh!" he said through gritted teeth, turning to the closest thing by, which was, being in the forest and all, a tree. He punched it with full force. The bark crumble under inpact. Peter was unusually strong for how skinny he was. Especially when he was angry. Behind him, just before he'd lost control, Pride had asked, "You're just going to let Autumn run off?" Peter one again hadn't noticed. He wasn't listening anymore. With his fist still impressed in the tree, he leaned his weight forward and pressed the top of his head into the trunk and closing his eyes. He grinded his teeth, feeling blood seep through his fingers. He let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and stepped away from the tree. Gazing down at the back of his hand, his grey eyes narrowed dangerously as he examined the slightly scabbed area. He wiped his hand on his shirt, not caring if blood got on it because it was sort of the point. It wasn't bleeding much, just from a few small slits that had caught the bark in the wrong way. It didn't hurt. Or if it did, Peter didn't seem to notice, or care. He felt numb.
He walked away, at a more controlled pace, leaving Pride behind. (Yeah Pride's gonna have to like, disappear here.) He didn't want the ghost's company. He needed to be alone. He couldn't think straight when anyone else was around. He felt crowded now, with the addition of 7 'phantoms' and a suspision teen. Even if it was just him and Autumn... well, I'm pretty sure you get it.
Peter wandered and wandered, until he came to a clearing barely big enough to be called a clearing. There he sank to the ground. He bent a knee up slightly while the other lay flat and held his hands against the ground behind him, locking his shoulders. He let his head fall back loosely and closed his eyes, feeling as though water was crashing down on him as the cool air began to settle and the sun disappeared beneath the trees, leaving the sky black and the stars shining. With a sigh he haunched forward and and shrugged his heavy cloak off. Then he fished in it's big pockets for a water bottle. Twisting the cap off, he held it to his lips and swallowed half the bottle before lowering it. His mouth was dry and the cool water felt good as it slid down his throat. Letting out a deep breath, he poured a bit into the palm of his hand and set the water beside him. He rubbed his hands together, making sure to wash the scabbed places on his knuckles. He knew it would heal fast because it was hardly noticable, especially since the bleeding stopped almost as quickly as it had started.
Peter's other knee came up slightly as he leaned farther forward, reaching for the bottle and pouring more into his upturned palms. Holding his hands together, he splashed his face and ran his wet fingers through his hair. It felt good. The bottle was lying next to him now, barely a quarter of it left. He placed his hands behind his head and lay back onto the slightly sloped ground, flattening his right leg and staring up at the sky. It felt more natural then anything else had these past months. This was how it was before. This was how it should be. Peaceful. Tranquil. Placid. Alone. Peter sighed, knowing that that wasn't what life was about. This night was going to end, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He felt so...
Human.
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Post by x.Wolf.x on Jul 9, 2007 23:40:11 GMT -5
Oh, my gosh. Excuse my language please. D*MN! There, now I can use less offensive words. Dang it dang it dang it! I HATE HR now. I just wrote one of THE BEST post of my entire life and when I went to post it, something messed up and all I got left with, was THIS:
When Autumn slipped into the clearing, Peter noticed the dramatic change in mood. The air sort of shifted, and that cold, unfamiliar feeling crept back into the boy's body. His chest felt squeezed, as if something heavy had been placed upon it and whom ever had put it there was sitting on top. He didn't like it. He wanted to shove him over the edge of a cliff and throw the weight down there with him. He wouldn't even bother watching as the guy and his heavy load toppled down the cliffside and into the murky depths below. He'd just walk away. That's how pissed he was. But he took all of this in stride, having regained any bit of sensability he had in him, and managed to twist his face into the normally black expression he was so used to wearing. Life sucked.
I am NOT retyping it! Not right now anyway. DON'T reply yet because I try again later, but d*mn d*mn d*mn!!!!
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jul 10, 2007 17:43:47 GMT -5
OOC: What? I don't get to see Pride's reaction?
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Post by The Lineh on Jul 12, 2007 2:29:01 GMT -5
(( No. Pride left after my post above Peter's sudden burst of teenage hormones. He found some hot chick and followed her off, like the nasty perverted spector he is. Anyway, just post as the Peter. Besides, Pride makes a good buddy when Peter and Autumn ARENT bonding. It's bad to have 7 dudes standing around, making comments and being extremly......themselves.
And another thing, the 7 deadliest are now in a new roleplayer's hands. He'll join on Monday and roleplay them then. And come to think of it.....the 7 deadliest are going to enjoy their new roleplayer - mitch. He wanted to rp again and I thought, why not give him the charries that remind me so much of him. xD So yeah. That's that.
Peace out, dawg. Word to yur motha.....your brotha and your sista. And yes, you do have a brother.
CONGRATS!! You just adopted Mitch!!))
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Post by xXPeterxX on Jul 12, 2007 21:54:12 GMT -5
00C: Darnskiez, I wanted to see his reaction. Like when Peter punched the tree he could have been like, 'Well, no need to get all huffy about it.' or something and then poof away. And NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU they can't go to a new rper! And especially not Mitch. Otherwise, I refuse to roleplay with them. They are officially disowned by this plot. -nods and leaves to gather muse-
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