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Post by Amdru Fish on May 16, 2009 0:13:14 GMT -5
((haha. ))
Ambrose's muscles began to relax into a defensive posture without him showing a sign of a twitch or movement of any kind. He felt a bit... sad--or was it irritation?--that this girl had been kissed before by someone other than himself. Thankfully, her deadly eyes steadied him and brought him back to the present. He felt disgusted for thinking of her as his...what? His possible sweetheart whom he was about to consume? Ambrose chuckled sadly, suddenly realizing the irony of his situation. O yes, she had played him very well, so why did he not feel like continuing the game in that matter? Ambrose looked up, his eyes a deep black from lack of blood, showing the need, the thirst, the longing for blood, even one that was poisoned.
"What does it matter if I break the law? I was planning on dying someday anyway, might as well do it for a beautiful maid, no?" Ambrose tossed back carelessly before swiftly flinging himself at her, his hand reaching for her waist, his right hand for her head to grip her hair. He let his fangs come out for but a moment while he felt the presence of the other hunter suddenly flare. He smiled to himself, this would indeed be a wonderful way to die.
Aboiye lunged forward as the Lamia attacked only... it wasn't an attack, it was something else, something he had never seen a prey do before.... or had he? Memories from long ago flickered into mind, they were the memories of a time when one human stood next to a vampire, her hands out stretched towards him and a look unlike any other Aboiye had ever seen sketched onto her face. She longed to touch the vampire who would take her life, as if she already knew the outcome and was willingly excepting it: all for the sake of the vampire who's thirst could not be satisfied. And yet, though the human was willing to give her blood, the vampire seemed reluctant to take it. It was the first time Aboiye had ever seen a vampire hesitate to kill, the act before him now marked the second time in the course of four thousand years.
((hehehe... -gets a picture of something Lily would do with her vampire BF- XDD ))
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Post by Aly on May 16, 2009 0:21:35 GMT -5
"Who says you have to die?" Krestal whispered, not even thinking about it. It was more of a whimper, a breath than a whisper, hardly audible, especially not to Aboiye (just because it would be difficult if he heard that) Her breath caught and when she exhaled, it came out as a sigh - not a gasp. It was an accepting sort of sigh, the kind that Krestal didn't really like, because she was not the accepting kind of person. Her thoughts cleared just slightly, despite her predicament, and she began to realize the impossibility of that statement: If Ambrose drank her blood, he would die. And yet, something that wasn't truly her Triste instinct was telling her not to fight him. She froze, a perfect statue, and stopped struggling completely. That was also not the kind of person Krestal was. Her eyes snapped to the other hunter; there was no use in denying that she could see him now. Her eyes were searching, trying to see if there was something in the other slayer that would not commit her for treason – because, truly, this was treason.
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 16, 2009 0:33:10 GMT -5
Ambrose gently held Krestal in his arms, tilting her head back as she froze. He heard her sigh, and her words, but they were pointless. If he didn't die, wouldn't that mean that she would? Carefully he placed his lips against her neck where the blood flowed the thickest, then.... he bit her. The blood flowed sweetly into his mouth filling him with the the sensation of energy, her essence, and a sense of finding something he had never thought he'd lost. Found her. Ambrose drew back quickly, licking the delicate taste of her off of his lips, his eyes changing from their deep black to muddy brown. "Krestal," He whispered, truly amazed. He had found her, the one who'd help him live this boring life, the one to live beside him. She was his soulmate and he would not die tonight.
Aboiye stood stunned as the Triste allowed her prey to bite her. He felt his mouth grow dry as he watched. She looked desperately at him and his heart lurched inside his chest. She was committing a crime no Triste had ever dared to commit. She was surrendering herself to the Lamia. Aboiye began to walk forward quickly, his hands upraised as he muttered the spells for his favorite illusion: decaying sensation. It slowed down Lamia the best, but it would also slow down the girl in his arms. At the moment, both were decidedly the best thing to do. He could not let either one of them get away after daring to go so far.
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Post by Aly on May 16, 2009 0:40:06 GMT -5
[ Muah, ha, ha. ] Krestal didn't make a sound, and when he bit her, she didn't even feel the pain she expected, which was – odd. He drew back the instant she felt something even more odd, a bit of light at the edges of her vision when she closed her eyes to accept it and a welcoming feeling in her chest that didn't explain anything. She'd felt a little bit of his thoughts when he bit her, and slowly realized when she opened her eyes that he wasn't in agony – that she hadn't killed him. She had read on the soulmate principle, which had decayed to myth since the Old Powers grew dormant. She felt something in her stomach lurch as the world slowed down unnaturally, even though she was still in his arms and he in hers, she couldn't quite feel him there. Magic. It was a quick thought. Her gaze fell on the approaching Triste, and she watched him walk calmly, easily ignoring the illusion.
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 16, 2009 20:15:11 GMT -5
Aboiye stepped next to the Lamia, which wasn't moving a muscle, which was odd. They usually tried to resist his tricks. He looked carefully at the creature before stepping back in shock. The Lamia was not amune to his trick, he simply didn't feel threatened or see the need to resist. Aboiye chuckled, amused. Did all lamia loose there senses after tasting the blood of a Triste? He had never seen the poison work so fast, nor in such a manner but... it wasn't entirely impossible. However, the monster could wait. With cold eyes Aboiye turned to the girl, fearing she would not repent her treacherous acts. Though, perhaps she was very young and did not yet know just how far she had gone? Yet even then that was no excuse.
"You have some explaining to do," Aboiye said at last in his hushed whisper of a voice as the lamia twitched without him noticing.
Ambrose kept still as a strange sensation filled his body. It was like he was stuck in molasses or thick jelly, he felt his muscles become weighted down, his breathing became shallow, yet the sensation was fading even as it came. He had never felt to trapped before. However, he kept his gaze on Krestal. Surely she had felt it too, that knowledge, that fullness of purpose which had unexpectedly arisen after he had tasted her blood. He knew instinctively that never again would he be able to taste her as in that first moment, but even that had been enough to slat his thirst for a while. For now, he would wait and watch and work his own magic against whatever it was this Triste idiot was doing to him.
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Post by Aly on May 16, 2009 23:03:05 GMT -5
"Explaining about what, sir?" Krestal asked, voice hitting a strange, out-of-place cadence on the 'sir'. She wasn't nearly as young as she seemed to be. She was searching absently for emotion within the older Triste – she could feel his aura now, because she could tell between a human and a Triste, and knew that he was very old – while trying to settle the maelstrom of feelings welling up inside her chest; the way the other Triste was looking at Ambrose made her heart ache.
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 16, 2009 23:30:05 GMT -5
"You surrendered," Aboiye replied softly, he didn't mean to be cruel, but she had made a mistake, several in fact, and even with Ambrose tied up at the moment, that mistake could still be made again. Aboiye sighed mournfully while pulling out a long silver blade made to kill Lamia. "The charm of such a creature can be deadly, but please remember what it is they do." Aboiye pointed the knife out to her, hilt first. It was a gesture to test her because he needed to know where she stood, a Triste could not afford to second guess anything.
Ambrose watched the knife gleam in the faint moonlight and his heart thudded inside his chest. The spell was wearing off, but still he made no movement in order to keep the Triste's attention away from him. In a few more minutes, maybe less, he could dodge the knife from it hitting any of his vital spots, once that was done... what? Would he leave Krestal if she did not feel the same as him? Would he kill one of her own kind? Ambrose gritted his teeth. He would make that choice when the time came for it, for now, he would wait patiently.
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Post by Aly on May 17, 2009 0:10:34 GMT -5
"My hunting methods are none of your business; I don't surrender." Krestal's voice was a note colder than she would have liked, near emotionless. She eyed the knife, then turned away from it slightly, leaning down to reach into her boot for – the knife, the one that would not really harm Ambrose; the one that was not bewitched and was only truly deadly to shape shifters and lycans. Her mind spun, trying to think of something strategic – and then stopped, the knife in her hand now, brandished. Her hands were shaking, and she found very quickly that she could not even bring herself to hurt him. She dropped the knife, conflicting emotions in her eyes. This isn't surrendering. This is a truce. she thought, her mind-voice sounding wondering; she knew that Ambrose could hear that, because she could still feel the tugging of his mind and hers, something like a silver thread between them. Ambrose Shadowfax, are you my soul mate?
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 17, 2009 22:12:05 GMT -5
Aboiye kept quiet, knowing with this child it would be useless to argue the point. He watched her carefully as she rejected his knife and took one of her own. He could see right away that it wouldn't kill the beast, and instinctively Aboiye flipped his own knife's hilt so that it fitted snugly in his hand. Aboiye could tell she was in termoil, obviously this girl was not fit to be a Triste. He side and moved in for the kill.
Ambrose watched with a sense of triumph as Krestal dropped her knife. He heard her thoughts clearly, and just as Aboiye was coming towards him... the spell broke. Ambrose swiftly moved into action, avoiding Aboiye's knife and latching a powerful grip about Krestal's waist, used her as a shield. He grinned at the older hunter before leaning his head against his beloved's, gently removing a few stray strands of lovely hair. "Of course I'm your soulmate, do you think I could get away biting you otherwise?" Ambrose whispered sweetly to her, his eyes mocking Aboiye the entire time. He was enjoying tormenting the man trying to kill him, and he was even more enjoying the sensation of Krestal near his side. Aboiye stood rooted to the spot, he was sure the vampire was playing with the girl, for he could hear none of the words being spoken.
((okay if I power played/god played that in any way let me know. ^^;;; I have a feeling I might have with the whole grab waist thing. ^^;;; ))
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Post by Aly on May 17, 2009 23:02:21 GMT -5
[ It is okay ^^ Krestal probably wouldn't – couldn't? – do anything to stop him. xD ] Krestal nodded minutely, but Aboiye could probably see it. "That means all hell is going to be after us." She said it grimly, but she obviously didn't care. She glanced at Aboiye for a long while, then back at Ambrose, and sighed. There was no denying it: "I love you."
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 17, 2009 23:14:55 GMT -5
"How sweet of you," Ambrose replied, knowing Aboiye was still clueless as to what was going on other than the fact that obviously what they were doing was illegal. "Listen here O Ancient Grouch, this girl is mine," here Ambrose bared his fangs, a possessive light entering his eyes that flashed a dangerous yellow. Aboiye stood unmoved, carefully plotting his next step. "If you try to hurt her, or me, you will have an enraged soulmate after you."
Aboiye froze, glancing from Krestal to Ambrose. Soulmate? Once more the image of a girl holding out her hand to her forbidden beloved echoed in his mind. They too had been soulmates, or so he'd been told by an old witch who'd watched them many a year. Aboiye frowned heavily, wanting to be enraged at the very thought of such a union, when in reality, he could only seethe in benumbed anger. "If you are soulmates, then one of you must die, that way the connection will be severed," Aboiye replied sadly, glancing at the girl. Poor thing, she probably didn't know what was happening, or if she did, she did not have the strength to fight it. In all of Aboiye's four thousand years he had never experienced a soulmate, and he probably never would with his skepticism.
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Post by Aly on May 17, 2009 23:22:21 GMT -5
[ -sigh- That last statement made me sad. I should make a non-Triste soulmate for him. xD ] Krestal's teal eyes burned with an inner fire that was completely against her generally subdued nature. "Obviously, one would think that such a bond were unnatural Nature wouldn't allow it." She said darkly, watching the older Triste carefully. The old man before her thought her young and inexperienced – which was probably true – but she knew how to fight, and fight well. And she also had a sinking feeling in her stomach that meant he would try to kill her instead of Ambrose. So be it.
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 17, 2009 23:33:19 GMT -5
((actually I was thinking of pairing him up with my shapeshifter Reni. ^^;;; XDD But you could make someone else to confuse him! XD ))
"Hmm..." Aboiye replied, an uneasy feeling stirring in his soul. Why did this rub against the grain so? They were not the people of the past he had seen before, they had never lived a multitude of lives as humans both before.... Why was he rationalizing their betrayal each to their own kind? Aboiye sheathed his knife suddenly, a hard expression on his face. He did not like fighting against his own kind, but that was not the reason he was retreating. At that moment in time, both the lamia and the Triste had joined in their agreement to fight which would make it dangerous for him if he didn't want to kill both of them and answer to the Triste's court. "I will let you go for today young ones, but please remember, peace will not come to you so easily, nor shall you find satisfaction in your opposite natures." With that Aboiye turned away, walking very quickly towards the village infested with others of his kind. They would come to see reason eventually, he was sure of it, but for now he needed to plan on HOW to get them to see reason.
Ambrose relaxed his grip on Krestal's waist, relief flooding through his muscles which had been tense throughout the whole ordeal. "Well, that was pleasant of him," Ambrose commented sourly, glaring in the old mans directions. He really didn't like that man, unfortunately, he couldn't kill him. Yet.
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Post by Aly on May 17, 2009 23:38:00 GMT -5
[ Muah, ha, ha. ] Krestal exhaled, unaware she'd held her breath after she'd spoken. "All hell will break loose," she repeated, but looked at him and smiled. "But... it seems like the Old Powers are re-awakening, with soul mates." She blinked, the marks on her neck already beginning to heal – although they would never completely go away. She felt certain of that.
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Post by Amdru Fish on May 17, 2009 23:52:31 GMT -5
"Old powers?" Ambrose asked, he had never heard of such things, but yes, all hell would break loose... especially if his mother found out. He nearly flinched at the thought. On the bright side, he had Krestal to keep all to himself! Mostly. Ambrose caressed her neck softly, smiling back at her. "Anyways, do you think we had better find a better place to stay for the night? I doubt that the Triste are down with us just yet."
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