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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 18, 2007 7:57:30 GMT -5
The stranger spoke again saying, "Oh do not worry I will. And I belive you should stop that boy from bleeding. I can feel death's coming." With that the stranger turned around and disappeared into the shadows. Cowl's breathing had gone very faint by know. He was still bleeding and struggled to keep on staying alive. He was getting so sleepy but he would not allow himself to do that. Cowl lay helpless in Eithne's arms and as she spoke and Cowl heard her voice for the first time it sent a warmth through his body. Cowl didn't know how to describe it. It fealt like he was a bit quizy yet he was having visions of lying next to Eithne in the moonlight alone. He wanted to be with her forever, and that was when Cowl realised something. He had a crush on a vampire.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 14:53:50 GMT -5
Eithne looked at the boy in her arms, the stranger was right- there wouldn't be enough time to really transport him anywhere and of course Eithne wouldn't think to stop the bleeding sooner. She looked over the wounds with not so much a trained eye, but just a knowlegable one, 'Kid's really managed to fuck himself up pretty good, hasn't he?' she thought silently as she looked over the wounds, she pulled the sash from her jacket out and used it as a tournaquet around one of Cowl's legs, two major veins were punctured and it was likely to be the most dangerous out of the injuries and lucky for Cowl- his vitals seemed fine, and Eithne could still hear his heartbeat. The odd thing about her little tourniquet was that the particular knot she had used was also known as a noose, and she'd made the movements to create it so effortlessly.
She took her jacket off and wrapped Cowl in it to keep too much blood from getting everywhere. This person was rather lucky that Eithne didn't want to see someone dying so soon after her arrival here- atleast die when it wasn't her fault -otherwise he'd be likely to be left to die on the mountain. This kid really was a bothersome son of a bitch, huh?
Eithne began walking down towards The Academy, the jacket removed and revealing her slender, willowy body which was clothed in a simple white shirt and shorts, her boots came up over her calves. It was frightening to see her now, because her pale flesh was no darker than the fabric of her clothing, light purple veins could be seen coarsing under her skin... she looked like a corpse.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 18, 2007 15:02:29 GMT -5
Cowl had little knowlege of what was going on around him. He felt something tie around his leg where the majority of the bleeding was being caused from. Then he felt a jacked over his shoulders and they were moving again. Cowl was wondering why in the world he had gone through this forest. He was such a hassle to others. Maybe he didn't need to exsist? Maybe that would be better for everybody. But Cowl didn't know or couldn't do anything about it. He was helpless in the vampiress arms. Though the sensation of him wanting to be there hit him again. How could he be having feelings for a vampire? One that didn't even seem to like him at all. Cowl once again forced himself to push the feelings aside. He really didn't need to be thinking about that at the moment. He needed to concentrate on staying alive for the time being. Out of the corner of his eye Cowl noticed movement. And in a second later they were surrounded by three packs of wolves. 18 creatures to be total each of them like the ones before. It appeared that they weren't finished with Cowl and wanted their prey back.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 15:20:22 GMT -5
Eithne narrowed her eyes, obviously not very happy, but she placed Cowl on the ground, the fabric of the jacket wouldn't peirce, even under considerable force- so it would make it harder for the wolves to injure Cowl. She withdrew her sword and looked from wolf to wolf, she was really beginning to hate the mountain. Her black eyes glinted as she let a low, gutteral snarl come from her throat, inhuman in resonance and she slowly walked around Cowl, making sure that the others stayed back, her fangs extended fiercely. She was trying to avoid a conflict as much as possible, intimidation worked with most animals though she wasn't too sure about these brutes, TMA did weird things to the behaviour of animals. She was really beginning to dislike this Cowl person, for making everything so difficult for her, lately.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 18, 2007 19:39:41 GMT -5
Cowl lay there helpless as he cried out in pain as if he were dying. The fact of the matter was that he is. But as he scremed he realised something. The symbol on his left hand was once again glowing. Cowl looked at Eithne and shouted, "RUN!!! GET AWAY KNOW!!!" Suddenly his eyes went shut and a shadow erupted out of Cowl's body. As it took form standing infront of the wolves was a skeleton. The skeleton wore a brown teared cloak and in his hands were two long scythes. He had a wicked smile on for being a skeleton and it was the only thing that could be seen because of the fact that it's hood was up. With a swift motion the figure appeared on the otherside of the wolves as each creature it had passed fell and died instintly a giant slash mark on their chests. Cowl could only hope that Eithne had gotten out of the way.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 19:49:39 GMT -5
Eithne watched the figure come and she watched the scythes with a wry smile on her face, her eyes narrowed maliciously, 'Now, now, then... what might you be?' she thought darkly to herself as she raised her weapon for battle, perhaps this was someone she could possibly enjoy fighting... because to be honest- not many people here were worth actually attempting to really fight, most of the time she was halfmindedly slashing about, of course she loses that way, but what's the worth in a futile battle, anyways? She wanted to try an opponent with whom the both of them could fight... to the death, if they were lucky. A malicious expression capitalized her delicate, porcelain face.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 18, 2007 19:58:21 GMT -5
The figure looked at Eithne. A sadistic smile on its face. Immeaditly the symbol on its cloak could make it be recongnized that this was death himself. Well a matter of a god of death. He mearly smiled again as his scythes dissapeared showing the fact that he would not fight her. For the first time in a millenium Death spoke and it spoke to Eithne and Eithne alone. "When the time comes for battle we shall have it... But that shall only happen when I am freed and when the boy's role has been profilled. Untill then Vampiress." And with that he turned into a shadow and dissapeared into Cowl's body. Cowls eyes blinked open once again but he was in the same state as before. Close to death.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 20:08:15 GMT -5
Eithne sighed, no fun for the vampire, huh? A nice quick battle to get the blood flowing and she was denied such enjoyment. She stooped over Cowl and gathered him in her arms as she continued down the mountain, moving quickly and precisely so her scent would be harder for other creatures to pick up on, which was difficult considering the blood and she finally began coming up to The Academy and she carted the boy to The Infirmary. She really didn't know what she wanted to do about what Death had said, but the concept of actually getting to fight a death god seemed foolish and oddly satisfying in an exhuberating sorta way. She looked down at Cowl, wondering if she would break her pact and kill a human... she knew she'd be in deep shit if Kyar found out, though.
"Oh my!" the nurse exclaimed, seeing Cowl in Eithne's arms, "What happened?" she asked, scooping up the student and carrying him to one of the various beds in the infirmary.
Eithne shrugged, saying nothing. If the nurse wanted to know so badly- she could figure it out herself- the canine bite marks aren't that hard to see.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 18, 2007 20:14:46 GMT -5
Cowl was lay on the bed as his eyes shut blacking out. As Eithne leaved Death's voice echoed through her head and his shadow could be seen hovering over Cowls body. But only Eithne could see the shadow of death. This could mean a good or bad thing depending. "Remember Vampiress.... Remember..." The voice was meant to echo through her head. Cowl blackened out and heard nothing that death had said. And he would most likely never hear it again.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2007 20:18:15 GMT -5
The nurse bustled about, busily working on healing the student. Injuries of such severity were suprisingly common in a school like this and she pulled various sticky, smelly, though magical balms off of a shelf, as well as some bandages. "He'll be good in no time, don't worry." She promised to Eithne.
Eithne nodded, though she didn't care much as she turned away from the room and started walking away, ready to find better ways of spending her time, than watching someone heal.
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