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Post by Cladilla on Aug 12, 2008 19:45:13 GMT -5
Tiny whisps of wind played with the loose piece of hair around her pale face. Leaning against her knees a slim stick placed in her left hand danced in the water. The quiet chirp of the crickets rang through her ears as she looked up into the sky.
The stars twinkled brightly and her small angle wings flaxed backa nd forth against her back. Cladilla yawned, being part vampire and angle she had yet to get used to the need for both sunlight and darkness.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 12, 2008 21:48:17 GMT -5
Matt looked up into the night sky with his gas mask by his side. The waxing moon reflected in his eyes as he felt some longing to howl, but refused to. Then his sense of smell picked up something strange and unusual. He had never smelled a vampire, nor an angel, so a combination of it was something that he would have to investigate, or risk losing sleep for the following nights.
He picked up his breathing apparatus that he had next to him and began his trek, following the smell in the air, careless as to the heavy footfalls and the crunches of his boots on grass and leaves. The only thing he could tell was that it was feminine.
He saw Cladilla, and in the art of the gentlemen he spoke these words: "You've got an original scent on ya, mate."
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 13, 2008 12:32:18 GMT -5
Her ears caught the crackles of sticks, the movements of crows as someone...something moved closer and closer to her. As the thing spoke, automatically Cladilla tattoo burned, and she jumped into an attack position, her two short baldes at the ready. Her eyebrow was raised, although in the dark it would've been kind of hard to see.
Her tattoo might have been burning but the man didn't seem too threatening. Cladilla still kept her guard up, letting her wings flap back and forth loudly. "Wh-what do you want?" Ever since she'd been to this school she wasn't sure who to trust, everyone at the school were unique and powerful. She tried to hold back a yawn but the temtation was too powerful. Her mouth grew wide and her fange shinned brightly. "Wait...sent? What sent?"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 13, 2008 13:01:52 GMT -5
For a moment Matt was tense and ready to counterstrike, but seeing Cladilla yawn, he didn't see that she was much of a threat. So, he loosened up.
"Scent. Like a smell, mate," Matt said as he pointed at his nose and sniffed in the air. "Haven't smelled something like it before," he said. Noticing the fangs, he assumed that she must have been a vampire of some kind, but the wings threw him a curve ball. Because Angels weren't very prevalent in the backstreets of London, Matt was unaware of their Earthly existence.
"Hate to pry, mate, but what are ya?" he asked. Curiousity crisply shone in his blue eyes as he looked dead into Cladilla's.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 13, 2008 14:07:51 GMT -5
Her quick glance over the man's loosening muscles allowed her to lower her blades. His response was sort of offending to her, of course she knew what scent ment. Her lavender eyes locked with his and something kept her from looking away.
She cleared her throat and releaxed her wings lightly across her back, "I'm half vampire half angle, My mother's an angel and my father's a vampire." A smug smile drew it's self across her lips as she quiet withdrew her swords back into their black sheaths. Looking back over the boy she took her turn to speak again, "My name's Cladilla mate," mimicking the boy, "If you don't mind my asking waht you are yourself."
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Post by demonfire on Aug 13, 2008 14:26:00 GMT -5
"I'm a lycan, mate. Name's Matt," he said, seeming to ignore the smug smile and the mocking 'mate'. "I 'aven't met an angel to tell you the truth. Thought they were just up in Heaven and all that," he said, attempting to redeem himself for his response earlier. A miscommunication up in the noggin and then a change of words at the last minute. Well, you couldn't get everything right all the time.
"And I don't think I've seen any vampires in the square mile. A bit of a werewolf problem, though, mate," Matt said calmly. It wasn't that there were too many, just the wrong people turned.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 13, 2008 16:14:49 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes about the Angel comment. Pretty much everyone she talked to thought the exact same thing. She wasn't that type of Angel, that wasn't her mother's let's say "district." Her mother had died young and God believed that she deserved another chance, but this time as another person, an immortal person.
Time ticked and Cladilla finally made up her mind about what to say about his little comment. "I'm just a desendent of my mother...she was given another chance, so yah, she was from heaven, but I'm...I'm just a regular angel I guess you could say." She took a glance around the boys body for any particular reference to a werewolf, "So how'd you become...you."
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Post by demonfire on Aug 13, 2008 17:51:49 GMT -5
"Got attacked by one of the buggers. It bit me, and before I knew it, next full moon I was furry," Matt said with a humor as dry as a desert in his voice. "Like I said. The Square Mile has a bit of a werewolf problem. All the wrong kinds," he continued, "I'm sort've used to it now, mate, but it still don't feel right, if you understand my thinkin' here." He fidgeted with the rife strap around him, moving it into random positions until he found one that was comfortable at the moment. Matt shrugged as if to say "But what are you going to do?".
This was one of the first, extended periods of him not having on his gas mask, and the world seemed much clearer. The smells had rushed into his nose and took up residence like an open apartment in Center City. With the addition of one more added sense, he no longer had to rely on just sight and sound. Smell was better than the other two.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 14, 2008 10:21:51 GMT -5
Giving a slight smirk at his hurmor she replied, "Oh, sorry about that." Cladilla searched her brain for what to say next, although his figiting didn't help her focus much. |Might as well ask more about the school, that gets him talking,| she thought. "So, how long have you been here?" The rush of little sleep quickly came over her and she quickly felt very drowsy. Giving a large yawn, but this time making sure to turn away and hide it with her hand she looked into the moon. It looked full but as she closed her eyes slightly she noticed a sliver was still gone.
"So when you do turn into a werewolf, do you get really violent, or what?"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 14, 2008 10:48:32 GMT -5
"I ain't been here long, but I 'aven't been keeping track of time," Matt said. The moon was getting dangerously full, and Matt had noticed but had shoved it to the back of his mind. It was only Cladilla's comment that quickly brought it back up to the foreground of his conscious mind.
"When I turn on the full moon and I can be a bit short, go berserk, all that lot. Normally I've got a bit of a reign over it, enough to know who not to attack anyway," the lycan stated.
He put one hand behind his back and stretched it, and then did the same with the other, "Like if I were t'change now, I don't know if I'll go on a rampage or not. Too close to the Full Moon, mate."
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 14, 2008 18:42:00 GMT -5
Cladilla could just imagine fur sprouting from every pore, ears and a tail accompaning it. At first the thought was humorous to her, then the thought of him seeing her and attacking. She'd read about werewolves and she knew they grew quite strong and powerful during the full moon.
Cladilla cleared her throat and returned to reality, "Yah I haven't been here long either, acctually I was just given my 'invitation' a couple of weeks ago." So she'd been counting the days but Cladilla had never really been away from her home for that long. She knew there were other warriors to protect her village but it still made her worried, she felt asif she let them down.
Time ticked by and Cladilla decided to bring her powers back into the picture, "Yah, I don't have any special changing powers, although the fact of having to be out during the night and day kills me sometimes."
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Post by demonfire on Aug 14, 2008 19:10:47 GMT -5
"I 'ope it does the opposite, mate," Matt said; although, this was noticeably less dry than the other one, as revealed by the slight curl of a grin appearing on the Briton's mouth. Some would call this some attempt to be friendly, or even flirt, but that's not what this RPer is saying.
Matt fiddled again with his equipment, moving the rifle strap, fixing his sheathe, etc., all attempts to carry himself over to the point when he could think of something to say and not just spend time in awkward silences.
"Err...I guess its a nice night, then?" he asked, a tone of nervousness apparent in his voice. He was never that good at conversations unless he was angry, and usually when he was angry they ended in someone crying or a fight. This area of life was definitely not Matt's forte.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 14, 2008 20:22:09 GMT -5
Starting with a slight smirk it slowly turned into a quiet giggle. Considering the way he looked, as the grim reaper, it was a funny joke. The one thing that did attract Cladilla was the fact of his nervousness.
She could tell a lot about a person by the way they acted. At the being she thought Matt was just a plane old Brit with only a silthe and a tail. But over time everything came clear as he was just a guy like her, they had both had their share of differences about other people, but they both didn't seem minded by it.
Cladilla leaned softly against a near by tree, a lifted foot against it applied extra support. "Yah, I-I guess it is," she closed her lavender eyes to allow the wind kiss her face. She popped one eye open to look at Matt, "So...you always this uptight?"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 14, 2008 20:48:24 GMT -5
((Just to clarify, Matt doesn't have a tail until he transforms, >> << No big))
The slight stammer in her voice acted as the light for the fuse that led to the inevitable 'Boo-Yah' equivalent in his mind. Maybe he wasn't all that good in situations like these, but he had some of the skills invested in the right places and enough common sense to know when to use it.
"If you mean if I'm always like this, then I guess so," he said, digging his hands into his pockets. He expected to have more control over himself at 19, but not even such a usually uptight person could combat testosterone and emotions working together on a united front.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 14, 2008 20:54:42 GMT -5
((Oh yeah, I meant a tail as like he was a werewolf, sorry for the miscommunication))
She saw his seem to have brightened up, she wasn't quiet sure why though. She kept her straight face as she nodded to the comment he made but quickly shot out another one to him, "I'm guessing you have a girlfriend, or had in this case." Cladilla was noting to the fact he was a werewolf, dates would be hard to figure out.
Cladilla wasn't much for the hardships of relationships, but the truth was she never really tried. Yah she wanted to have the same thing as her parents but she didn't want to have to worry about people dieing because she was immortal. Cladilla's parents were lucky in the case of them both being immortal, but she wasn't quite sure about Matt. She had never read about werewolfs being immortal, only about how to kill them.
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