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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:35:11 GMT -6
[Done a bit ago with Teegers when Ri was modified to be a KH character, we're moving it here so it can be safely archived. ^_^]
Heeled boots splashed through deep puddles as Rielle hurried down the empty streets of the World That Never Was, ducking her face a little deeper into the collar of her light jacket. Despite the rain and chill she was walking diligently across town, determined to get her hands on a up of hot coffee from her favorite little cafe.
Rain water dripped from recently cropped hair down her back, beading on her eyelashes and creating halos around the dim lights. She paused at a street corner, glancing from side to side with one eyebrow arched. Upon spotting no on a childish grin split her lips and she hopped off the curb into a puddle, sending water flying. A few more jumps and twirls and the young girl was completely soaked, shivering slightly but still smiling foolishly.
Continuing on her way, Rielle paused, almost as though she had been physically stopped. Mismatched eyes narrowed before widening in instinctual fear at the smell that reached her nose despite the rain.
Hot, metallic, sickly sweet.... blood. And fresh.
Intent upon helping whatever was bleeding enough to have that strong a smell the Nobody took off running, footsteps nearly soundless despite her heavy boots. Nearly flying through the streets she rounded a corner and froze.
Blood ran into the street from the prone figure being supported by another smaller one. Before she could silence it a growl ripped from Rielle's throat, lips pulling back over fangs in a feral snarl even before she recognized the vampire.
"Mason..."
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:37:32 GMT -6
[Also for informational and entertainment purposes so you all may know a bit of their past together and we happen to think this is damn good writing that everyone should enjoy. ^_^]
Mason had decided to take a vacation. Where to go, though? She didn't really care and decided instead to hop someone's portal. See where fate took her. The nobody noticed his passenger the moment they arrived at the destination. Mason had no idea where she was, nor did she care. She just had to get away form the coven for a while. She just had to...she had to silence the nobody, is what she had to do. He was growing tiresome. His tantrum and wimpy attacks having no affect on the short vampire. Suddenly deciding she was hungry, Mason grabbed the man's punch and twisted his arm around. In order to prevent his wrist from breaking, the man followed the twist and ended up with his back to Mason and his arm pinned painfully in between them.
He was at least a full foot taller then Mason but that didn’t matter. Soon enough he wouldn't be able to stand and she would be the only thing holding him up. With her free hand, Mason grabbed the man's hair and yanked his head to one side. On tippy toes and pulling the man down at the same time by his near broken arm, she was just able to reach his neck. Anticipating the sweet blood and more satisfying kill, Mason's fangs pierced his neck. She drank from this position until the man collapsed. Taking a short break, Mason turned the man around, putting a supporting arm behind his back, her other hand gently cradling his head as if her were a new born baby.
Mason gazed at the man’s face for a moment, noting the baby smooth jaw line, soft brown hair, and the smell of terror. Pure terror. For a moment, Mason hated herself. Then she smelled his blood. It was everywhere. She was rarely this messy, but tonight she simply didn't care. The delicious smell overpowered her self-disgust and she bit down again, slightly less eager, trying to savor the last exquisite drop.
"Mason..."
Seconds later Mason heard her victim's heart stop and she felt the power of his life as it roared through her. Looking up, she licked her lips slowly and saw Rielle standing in the rain staring at her. There was something different about her. She seemed...liberated, independent. She cut her hair, and Mason could see her predator’s eye.
Mason let the nameless nobody's body fall slowly to her feet. He looked asleep. One could almost believe that too if not for the blood on his neck. It wasn't flowing anymore, with no force pushing it. She could tell Rielle wasn't entirely pleased with her, but Mason could hardly care less. She brought her hand up and licked the last traces of blood off of it, never taking her eyes off of Rielle. Mason knew well how Rielle felt about taking a life, and while the girl posed no great threat to Mason, she didn’t' really feel like bleeding tonight. Despite this, Mason grinned. Damn he had been good.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:38:58 GMT -6
Fear bubbled up into Rielle stomach as Mason grinned. It was a simple expression, but radiated power and confidence. And rightfully so, Rielle knew. Twice before she'd been on the receiving end of a severe thrashing. Despite the obvious friction, Rielle knew there must have been at least some respect shared between them. After all, she'd lived through both encounters, if barely.
Another sniff told Rielle the man, now lifeless on the cold street, was a nobody. A small comfort that he probably had no family to mourn him, but a stinging blow to know that one such as herself was now dead at the hands of this vampire.
Eyes widened in horror as the woman slowly raised her hand to her lips, the pink tongue a sickening link between the crimson of the blood and the creamy white of her skin as she licked away the last traces of gore marring her flesh. Face contorting in a mixture of disgust, sorrow, and anger, Rielle forced her gaze away from the cocky display, eyes settling on the corpse.
The man was already fading back into the nothing that had spawned him, extremities beginning to disappear, tendrils of darkness snaking around the corpse. It held her attention like those terrible things are wont to do, sending her thoughts into turmoil. She was as he was. A Nobody..... When she died there wouldn't even be a body left to bury.
But... a life was a life. None more worthy than the other. Had she not been sopping wet, Rielle thought she probably would have bristled as she growled again. "What are you doing here??" she hissed, unable to keep pained remorse from edging her words. "This is a haven for my kind. You need to leave."
She put on a bold front, but an undeniable tremor found it's way into her voice. Spreading her legs slightly to a firmer stance, Rielle hoped her shivering could pass for cold, and not the fear that suddenly clawed icy fingers down the inside of her ribs.
If the past was any indication of where this was headed, Rielle knew she was in for an unpleasant evening. Especially having interrupted a feed.
Next time she wanted a cup of coffee.... she'd settle for what she could make at home.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:39:38 GMT -6
Mason watched Rielle's emotions play across her face. Fear, horror, disgust, then remorse, contemplation, finally settling on an almost even mixture of anger and terror. Rielle tried to hide it, but one can't hide fear from a predator. She could smell it. Rielle's fear was intoxicating to Mason. Her pupils dilated as she fought her instincts. Anything afraid was prey. Weak.
Mason almost felt her own remorse at causing Rielle this pain. She was fairly certain the girl hadn't known her dinner, but still Rielle mourned him. Though Rielle's physical prowess was no match for Mason, she admired the girl's determination. And respected her will and willingness to fight even when they both knew what they outcome would be. Just like they both knew where this was heading, and where this would end. Mason sincerely hoped she wouldn't have to kill the wolf this night.
Her slight remorse was quickly replaced by disgust at Rielle's weakness. Mourning a man she never knew. Blindly valuing all life, no matter the circumstance or personal cost. Defending this now dead nobody, could very well end the girl's life. She allowed her society imposed morals to blind her to reason and practicality.
"What are you doing here?? This is a haven for my kind. You need to leave."
Rielle was still staring at the faded corpse. Mason moved with inhuman speed and placed herself eight feet away and directly in front of Rielle.
Mason let out a laugh of genuine amusement. "My dear wolf, I don't even know where here is. Nor do I care, but if this is your idea of a haven..." She let her words trail off and made a point of looking around the area drenched in rain. "Now, why don't you run along and do whatever it is you're out in this weather to do before we really start this...this whatever it is you and I usually do. We both know you can't win. You argue until you've run out of valid points then you attack. It ends when either I've had enough fun, or someone comes to save you. There won't always be someone to save you, Rielle. I highly doubt even River can follow me here...wherever "here" is. Be smart for once, Wolf. Make a practical decision. There's nothing you can do for that man, and nothing you say will stop me from taking my next meal."
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:41:01 GMT -6
It was Mason's voice, suddenly closer, rather than any movement that brought Rielle's head snapping up. She instinctively took a step back, preferring to maintain a relatively safe distance between herself and the other. For the moment, at least.
The wolf flicked her head to the side to shake off some of the rain, blinking water from her lashes as she felt her pupils dilating. Being around Mason always made her blood sing through her veins, adrenaline surging just knowing something could happen.
The sensation was particularily strong tonight, the rain cascading down, shadows blurring the edges of everything. And for once in her life, Rielle knew why she felt the way she did. No chains held her to the Organization anymore. She was free to turn her fangs on whomever she willed, not just at the orders of a higher-up.
If the chance meeting led to a fight, just as the last two had, the Nobody would be fighting for herself alone. Not to defend peoples she felt no camradarie for (with a few exceptions), a place she would not call home, ideas she would not accept.
Mason's voice was smug and confident as ever, smooth as velvet even through the downpour. "Now, why don't you run along and do whatever it is you're out in this weather to do before we really start this...this whatever it is you and I usually do."
A smirk threatened the corner of the wolf's lips and Rielle forced her face into maintaining her guarded expression. What was wrong with her tonight? She refused to admit she somehow enjoyed the usual routine. That was just crazy, especially considering where she always wound up.
"We both know you can't win."
But the fun lies in the chase, no? The end result is merely a bonus if you bring down the prey... At the words, and the thought that accompanied them, she frowned lightly. She was treading into dangerous territory.... and enjoying it.
"You argue until you've run out of valid points then you attack. It ends when either I've had enough fun, or someone comes to save you. There won't always be someone to save you, Rielle. I highly doubt even River can follow me here... wherever here is."
Shrugging a bit further into her coat, Rielle smiled briefly, trusting her collar to hide the expression. She was predictable, huh? Maybe it's time to change the routine, then. Being alone was troubling, no one to assist should she actually be mortally injured. But.... thrilling in it's way. Independence. She wasn't the Organization's lap dog anymore. She was her own wolf again, free to toss her muzzle up in challenge to any she wished.
Apparently even knowing she may wind up dead at the other end. She gave a mental shrug and returned her attention to the still-talking vampire.
"Be smart for once, Wolf. Make a practical decision. There's nothing you can do for that man, and nothing you say will stop me from taking my next meal."
Now Rielle's lips parted, fangs bared in a primal mockery of a smile. "Wolf." she said, straightening and eyes glowing in a cryptic cheerfulness. "Always I was 'dog' or 'mutt' to you..." It seemed rather insignificant but being acknowledged for what she was sent Rielle's blood running hotter.
A laugh, caught somewhere between bitter and amused, rang from her throat to hang in the air for a moment. "I never was one for practicality. As for that man... I can't change his fate. But I can try and share some of his pain, which you so kindly bestowed upon him, back unto you. And I know well you will kill and feed again- but that doesn't mean I must sit idly by when you bring your hunting into my territory."
Lazily shifting into a fighting stance the young girl tilted her head to one side, grinning and hoping the cockiness of her voice would incense the vampire. She was in for a night of hurt. But, sick as it sounded, it would be hers. Everything she did or said would be entirely her own for the first time. The thought alone made the wolf feel drunk on the newfound freedom.
"Shame to break a tradition.... but shall we skip the formalities this time?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:43:11 GMT -6
Rielle laughed. "I never was one for practicality. As for that man... I can't change his fate. But I can try and share some of his pain, which you so kindly bestowed upon him, back unto you. And I know well you will kill and feed again- but that doesn't mean I must sit idly by when you bring your hunting into my territory."
"Shame to break a tradition.... but shall we skip the formalities this time?"
Internally Mason grinned. She was royally pissed off for an entirely unrelated matter and was just dying to take her aggression out on someone.
Assuming a tone that indicated extreme boredom, Mason replied thoughtfully, "You know, I could have sworn I'd already told you this at least twice. That man, that nobody died in a state of extreme bliss. He had no clue what was going on, nonetheless that he was about to die. He felt no pain, and he felt no fear. So you're potentially throwing your life away in one of the worst ways to die, to avenge a passing in one of the best ways. The best, actually. In what other circumstance does a person get to die feeling like they're already in Heaven?"
Mason shifted her weight slightly to become more balanced. Just because the wolf offered no real threat was no reason to be careless.
"Your territory, Rielle? I don't see your name on it." Mason wasn't lying either. She hadn't noticed any signs that the area had been claimed. Not that she'd care anyway, but the accusation was unjust. Hunting on another's territory was practically a crime. Mason would have been insulted by such an accusation if it hadn't had the potential to be true given Mason's uncaring attitude toward territories in general. She thought they were generally ridiculous, and only mildly useful in keeping control of how many worthless humans died in a given area.
Mason mused silently. So, she wanted to break tradition? Mason had no trouble breaking tradition. Traditions were made to be broken and Mason was almost upset with herself for even beginning to form a tradition, she despised them so.
"Well." Mason began. "In the spirit of breaking tradition..."
Excited anticipation of the fight to come soared through Mason as she shattered their "tradition" by initiating the fight.
Mason launched herself directly at Rielle. Feinting dead center and veering suddenly to the right. She jumped, rising more then ten feet in the air, aimed at the nearest building. Hoping Rielle would be dodging or countering her straight on feint, Mason grabbed onto a rod that was sticking out of the building that once held a sign long ago. She swung herself over it once to gain momentum, then pivoted to kick off of the building and she launched herself straight at Rielle with all the momentum and force she had built up.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:43:33 GMT -6
She would have laughed had she not been too busy hopping backwards and slipping into a defensive crouch. A little part of her found it highly entertaining that she'd gotten Mason to act first. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless. It was always Rielle that snapped and lashed out first, and the change was.... fun.
The vampire was charging her- a rather uncharacteristic move- and the wolf raised her arms to protect her face. In a blink Mason was gone. The low rasp of flesh on metal and a rush of moving air brought her gaze up, squinting through the rain.
To see one pale vampire rapidly falling towards her.
A smart individual would have moved. Or braced for impact. But not a wolf. And especially not Rielle. Without a thought she crouched, launching herself up towards Mason. She collided with the smaller frame of the vampire with enough force to knock the breathe from her, snarling softly as she heard and felt something in her shoulder crack in protest to sudden impact.
Gravity had it's way and sent the two careening back towards the cracked concrete of the street, the wolf snarling again as her back met the ground. Tossing her legs to the side and up and twisting her shoulders and waist, she hoped to flip over and force Mason down.
Cold water from the rain and puddles felt delightfully chill, but did nothing to cool her blood. A steady chorus of growls rumbled from her throat as she fought the increasingly familiar foe, claws seeking any flesh they could find.
Already Rielle was hurting, mostly by her own fault, so why could she not keep the hungry, brash smirk from her lips? Try as she might, the expression stayed, a testament to the desire for a release of the bestial rage she'd been holding back for so long.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:44:18 GMT -6
Mason was shocked to see her target jump up to meet her in mid air. She had been hoping that this very thing would not happen. Despite Mason having more momentum she was still significantly smaller then Rielle and would therefore be at a disadvantage if they ever meet head on like this.
When the two met, Mason heard something snap and would have had no idea who had already broken something if she hadn't been sure she didn't feel anything broken in herself. She almost laughed. The foolish dog had already broken something.
It seemed as if Mason had just enough force built up in her attack to withstand Rielle's impact without injury. Though it stole all her momentum and caused them both to plummet toward the ground. As they were falling, Mason pushed herself away from the other girl. She had no desire to find herself underneath the larger immortal and landed next to her instead.
Unfortunately the time it took to distance herself from Rielle was the time she would have normally used to position herself to land without injury. Her upper back and head smashed into the ground first. Amazingly nothing even cracked though she could only imagine what her back would look like and head feel like the next day.
Still the force of the landing left her extremely dizzy and close to passing out. She knew she had to put some distance in between Rielle but was finding it difficult to get her limbs to cooperate at the proper speed. As quickly as she could, Mason rolled away from Rielle a few times before attempting to stagger to her feet.
Rielle's attempt to get on top of Mason caught her feet instead and as soon as Mason was once again upright and swaying, she found herself falling toward the pavement again. Having no desire to fall flat on her face, Mason twisted her body as she fell and landed on her back...again. This time however, she was able to keep her head from hitting. One more such blow and she'd be out cold, if only for a few seconds. But a few seconds would be all this enraged dog would need.
The moment Mason landed she braced one foot, knee bent, on the slick sidewalk, and let the other fly for a direct kick to her opponent's face. She also brought her hands and planted them firmly above her head and began to push off the ground with her braced foot. Using that and the momentum from the kick, Mason was going to flip herself over her hands and hopefully land on her feet over five feet away.
Still dizzy, and not at all certain her kick would land properly, though she doubted she'd miss entirely, Mason was putting a lot of effort into an uncertain and desperate move to get away. She had to put some space in between her and Rielle, she needed time for the world to stop spinning.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:44:26 GMT -6
Even before she rose to her feet, Rielle felt the small crack in her collarbone healing over as she focused some small part of her mind on it. Mason was on her feet, but she looked about as unsteady as Rielle felt.
The wolf made the mistake of looking away for the briefest moment to scan her surroundings once more, to find herself smashing into the wall of a nearby building. Mason's kick had met it's mark on the side of her skull, but perhaps a bit lower than she'd intended. The blow met the corner of her jaw and sent her flying, stopped abruptly by the unyielding wall.
Sliding to the ground, the girl moaned, then moaned again when she moved her mouth. A clawed hand gently touched the side of her face, wincing and snapping her jaw back into place with a wet pop. "Ow." Probing her cheek with her tongue as she rose to her feet, Rielle spat out blood and a broken back tooth. It would grow back.
Cracking her neck, Rielle dropped into a defensive stance, knees bent and hopping lightly from foot to foot. She thanked Fenris Mason was so small. She was amazingly powerful, and had she more body mass behind that kick, Rielle would have undoubtedly be fading back into nothing with a broken neck.
Not even a werewolf could recover from that. Even if she'd lived through it she'd have been totally paralyzed, utterly helpless.
And being helpless was almost as bad as dying.
Keen eyes caught Mason as she flipped backwards, trying to distance herself from the wolf. Rielle had planned on stepping back and circling.... but if Mason wanted space, Rielle should not be giving it.
Water flew as she splashed through puddles and rain, speeding towards the vampire. When she neared the other she pivoted on one foot, swinging her other leg in an attempt to trip her foe. A risky move as the inertia spun her around, leaving her back to Mason.
The wolf hoped to quickly hop backwards out of the way, aiming an elbow to Mason's ribs in the process. In her haste to retreat she didn't bother ensuring it connected.
Her heart was pounding. Her physical heart, that so often reminded her of what she lacked. But at the moment, blood singing with instinctual memories of her people, Rielle could hardly care. She was alive, and now so long as she had strength to move her body she would be living for herself.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:48:19 GMT -6
Mason sighed to herself. Rielle was obviously not going to play nice and give Mason a chance to recover. She watched as the lycan charged her, trying to anticipate her move. When the wolf went to one foot, Mason thought she might be trying for a roundhouse kick in revenge and she ducked. When she saw the other foot aimed lower, however, Mason realized Rielle was trying to get her on the ground once again.
Not intending to comply Mason turned her crouch into an intent to jump to no small height. Which she then proceeded to do. Still next to a skyscraper, Mason launched herself upward to a window ledge two stories up. From there, she managed another jump while Rielle was still trying to run away from any counter attack she anticipated, and was then four stories up, concealing herself on a window ledge sneaking peeks down on Rielle, watching her prey and recovering fully.
Wait. Prey? Since when had Rielle jumped to the prey list? Lycans were rarely on Mason's menu though she often hunted them simply for extermination. They were considered prey then. But in those situations, she set out with the intent to kill. To destroy. Mason had no conscious desire to destroy this creature that had such courage and determination. Pity, though, that it resided in the form of a dog.
But conscious or unconscious, Mason's instincts were making themselves known and they were telling her that Rielle needed to be destroyed.
Mason had been fighting her instincts all her long life, but it was almost always a loosing battle. She fought for control of her temper and lost it so often that it was now expected. She once left the coven completely and fought the blood lust only to lose control when a street child came up to her asking for money. She had been nearly out of her mind for a month. It's amazing she had lasted so long. Once she had been tracking a lone lycan, separated from it's pack. Outcasted actually. Her orders were to assimilate the wolf at all costs, or destroy it as a last resort. Lone lycans were dangerous at the time. She had caught up with the wolf quite unexpectedly one night while seeking shelter from a rather harsh blizzard. They both thought the same cluster of trees looked promising for protection. She was startled upon ducking under the branches to find herself face to face with a boy, no more then 17 years old. She and the boy stared at each other before they both recognized the other for their true nature. The lycan's fear hit her with such force she had to grab onto the branches overhead to restrain herself from lunging at him immediately. Seconds later the boy fled, the fear and panic overwhelming Mason, she followed on pure instinct. Fear indicates prey. Running fear is easy prey and it's intoxicating. Mason had failed her mission.
Looking down on Rielle now and recalling their previous encounters Mason found herself determined that instinct would not win this time. Rielle, though not a friend and not physically an equal, was still deserving of Mason's respect and completely undeserving of the title "prey". Mason refused to lose her temper tonight. She refused to destroy Rielle.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:49:04 GMT -6
And then... Mason was gone. Rielle sidled closer to a wall to have something at her back, letting her eyes dart around the area in hopes of locating her foe. But the rain, which she usually loved so much, was making the entire process much more difficult.
The water would not allow the air to hold any scent, so the exploratory sniff did nothing to help her find the vampire. Sensitive lycan ears were just as useless, though she knew Mason would be nearly silent in any of her movements anyway, as the low rush of the falling water and distant rumbling thunder drowned out any small noises.
And so the canine was left to rely on her eyes; a worrying prospect. Normally, she would have had no problem with such a thing but Mason..... Mason was an exception. The vampire was much stronger than Rielle, and much older. And with age comes experience. The wolf would much have preferred to have all her senses at her disposal while dealing with such an opponent.
Something told her Mason must have gone up, now perched somewhere above peering down at the lycan. It was unsettling to say the least. But Rielle couldn't help but feel a small bit fo admiration for the vampire. Wolves were supposed to be masters of disappearing acts and expert trackers... and Mason had managed to disappear from her, and continue to elude detection. Quite impressive.
Pressing her back flush against the cold stone of the building, Rielle had no choice but to wait for Mason to make the next move. Instinctual fear started to claw at her throat to find herself veritably 'cornered', and Rielle forced it down to be replaced with wariness.
Poised lightly on her toes and ready to run at a moment's notice, Rielle once again went back to raking her gaze around the area, keeping her eyes high. Higher ground was always an advantage in battle.... and Mason undoubtedly had the advantage here.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:51:49 GMT -6
Mason watched as Rielle warily backed up to the building right below her. She thought for a moment and decided, no, she didn't intend to kill Rielle, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun. It also didn't mean she was going to let the dog get away with challenging her. There was no way she could allow Rielle to just walk away from this unharmed. Since there wasn't much she could do to Rielle physically from this hight, Mason had another idea.
Mason went up and balanced on one knee and one foot. She leaned back against the building, gathering herself. She raised both of her hands, allowing little flames to play across her skin as the power built. Feeling it peek, she brought her hands back then threw them out in front of her, focusing everything into a single area of the sky.
Fire burst from both her hands and collected in the sky above the street, hot enough and strong enough to tolerate the rain. The fire in the sky created its own cloud. And clouds must rain. golf ball sized fire balls plummeted toward the street, and toward Rielle and Mason. Mason stood up and held her arms out, welcoming the fire as it struck her, laughing. Fire relaxed Mason. It was one of the only things that did. She felt her anger seep out of her wherever the fire hit her and spread before it was doused by the rain.
Rejoicing in the heat and beautiful destruction, Mason looked around for something to set on fire that the rain couldn't hinder. Seeing only buildings, Mason created a large fireball in one hand and threw it at a window of the building across the street, then created another in her other hand and threw it at another window. The fireballs broke threw the windows and exploded out on impact. With the burning building, the cloud of fire, and the falling fire, the area was now completely lit. Mason stood and watched the fire's beauty as it swept threw the building. She watched as her cloud wept onto the street below before it was stifled and destroyed by the cursed rain. Then she watched Rielle.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:52:11 GMT -6
Suddenly the darkness of the approaching night was driven back by the flickering light of fire, raining down from above. Rielle automatically pressed closer to the building she crouched against, hoping the small eve above her would prove some protection form the falling flames.
She rose an arm to shield her eyes, trying to preserve her vision form the suddenly blaring light, being the one sense she was willing to rely on at the moment. The attack told her nothing other than that she was right to have assumed Mason had gone up.
Hooded eyes continued to scan the area, and above the hiss of evaporating water and the low roar of fire Rielle's keen ears caught Mason's laughter. The lycan couldn't help the small smile that quirked her lips. So the vampire COULD laugh. And actually sound pleased in doing so, not merely mocking.
Shattering glass tore through the air, cascading down into the street below. A moment later the building she was hiding against erupted into flames, bright tongues clawing for more fuel and air against the rain. The small explosion knocked Rielle off her feet, and she crashed to the ground, the glass shards slicing into the exposed flash of her face and hands.
Jumping to her feet, glass crunching beneath her boots and shaking herself off, Rielle took off sprinting down the street, skidding around a corner and pausing to assess the cuts from the glass, making sure none were too deep.
Another moment was taken to catch her breath and let her eyes adjust to the increasing gloom as Mason's fires died down. A smirk tugged at her lips and eyes, colored orbs eerily reflecting the waning light. She'd heard Mason. Meaning she knew approximately where the vampire had disappeared to.
A flick of her wrist tore a portal open, black and violet tendrils of darkness eagerly swallowing the girl. A second later Rielle burst from the darkness onto the ledge of the building where Mason stood, flying towards her quarry. The height didn't worry unduly- she was blessed with a good sense of balance.
Normally she would have made a leap for her foe, but from such a fight she knew it could be a terrible mistake to let your feet leave the floor. Her fingers curled into a fist, not noticing as her own claws bit into her palm, and her arm drew back. Something caught between a snicker and a growl left her throat as her fist flew forward, seeking to connect with Mason's jaw.
Rielle hadn't had this much fun ages.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2009 23:53:10 GMT -6
Mason saw Rielle run down the street. Watched her avoid the falling fire and favor her arms and hands where she got cut by falling glass. Then a second explosion drew her gaze back to her beautiful fire in the building. The next thing she knew, Rielle was on the ledge with her. She sensed the wolf's presence and turned around just in time to catch Rielle's fist on her jaw. No matter what unnatural strength Mason may have, she's still subject to most laws of physics. And there was no way Mason could do anything to halt the force attached to a punch strong enough to send her little body flying. Unfortunately, there was nothing behind her but air, and into air she flew.
Mason had three stories to position herself to land on her feet and be able to walk away. But she had another idea. When had the wounded bird routine ever failed? Mason twisted herself so she could land on her feet but only for the briefest of moments. Just long enough to absorb most of the shock before she allowed herself to fall forward onto her face. From above, Rielle's position, it would look like she landed on her front.
Mason just lay there waiting, arms out in the position they would be had she genuinely fell this way. Waiting.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 24, 2009 23:53:50 GMT -6
Rielle was a bit surprised, but perversely pleased, to feel her fist connect with the vampire's jaw. The lycan watched the vampire fall three stories, but looked away before she would have hit the ground. She knew the fall would not kill the vampire, but something inside the lycan made her turn away, instinctually expecting some gore to follow.
When she looked back Mason was prone on the street below, face down and unmoving. Loathe to believe the vampire was dead, but equally unwilling to leave her for dead was she injured, Rielle ripped open another portal, appearing a few yards from the prone figure.
Ever so cautiously she crept closer, crouched slightly in preparation to leap back if need be. There was always the possibility Mason was hurt, but Rielle refused to let herself be lulled into carelessness.
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