The Eden War - Archived roleplay

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 18, 2005, 22:27:02

- Oh what darkness, mind narrowing as it was always alert, she did not feel much of a threat, under the pose of her steed, Chaos's ears flicked forward and back, listening to the words, feeling the emotions sparking betweent them. Yet then too, something would catch the attention of the Imperial Commander, the Mother to the Captain, Gabriela DuGrace. Eyes slowly lifting, the motions of heat, the manipulation of air through movement, the aching sensation. /Slice/, a blade sliding across the leather, she heard it, the unsheathing of a small dagger, a weapon held by yet another foe. How stupid was this female, those eyes still rising, only to see an agile creature to fall from the treetops, allowing the pusuance of Brat to unleash holy hell in the own manners of an Equine behavior.

A threat was settled upon this creature, the natural creature of either flight or fight, and in this case, with the approaching intruder being so close and 'coming out of no where', not having the ability to actually see her through vision but feel the presence, allowed the Stallion to fight off what had invaded the space of himself. Hooves would fly across the air, attempting to drive furthermore into the distant chest or upper area to decompose of this female. That was a lot of power driven behind this over thousand pound creature of purity and magnifience, but in the rise of all the action, yet another creature of power would intervene.

Chaos's huge stride, would push him forward, carrying the one and only Kalicity to this side of this female, somewhat distancing the area between Keaira and her daughter. Movements were keen, so swift that she would not jump, but thoroughly dismount off the right side, feet landing, both of her swords, /A Venom's Kiss / and/ Deathstrike / awakening from their cells, the blades were forked with crimson, the legions of blood from this war would shuffle in defiance, eyes narrowing, pushing herself to the right, snapping out her right wrist and holding it to the side, extending that arm and blade, pretty close to a five and a half foot long extension, there for cutting this female off dead in her tracks, thus is the kick would have missed of course, if it wouldn't of, she would stil of held such a position. The blade that would be held out, /A Venom's Kiss/, The other that would extend out in an arc before her, pointing directly at the basis of this female's upper chest, right before the meeting of the neck, around the veins that would signal a life or death situation.

Her prowess and speed unmatched, each movement she performed was a blur and she would have done this within a blink of an eye, a second even, already before her, as those legs of Brat's would have been set down, before this femme could even think. Crimson lips curled into a sneer, eyes burning, shifting into black orbs of ebony, endless pools of a shadowed abyss, fangs showing, a serpentine tongue slipping under a gaped jaw. , "How foolish Y' are, Messing with the daughter of the Imperial Commander O' Eden! But unfortanately fer you, Now Y' will have t' go through me t' get to her, and there's no getting out of it." She steadied herself, movement silent, eyes burning, she watched her, giddily, wanting this fool to make a move, any move, run or attack, it will be her head in the name of her Daughter. Kalicity was no fool, no ammature when it cames to kill, spilling blood and death. It was her specialty, this was so much of her daily desire, to kill those whom wish to defy those closest to her. That's what fueled her, the love for the psychotic debutes for death. To Portray a soldiers live at the edge of her sword, it was her will, her love, her calling.-

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Keaira
May 18, 2005, 22:53:17

She had quite fully expected her attack to be successful. Perhaps she was getting cocky after a few easy captures. Though certainly no two situations were the same, she had thought she was building up a rhythm. Grab and drag, stab and take. All so simple, so easily broken down. But she had not accurately figured in the variable of the horse. The fact that the horse was an animate object with its own thought processes, who would move upon the commands of its rider seemed to have escaped her. Indeed, it appeared as though Kea quite seriously expect the creature to hold quite still as she efficiently pulled Gabriela from its back. Thus, she is quite thrown off when the horse's swift movents cause her hand to grasp nothing more than a handfull of air.

The forward momentum of the tiny woman is nothing that could be so easily stopped, no longer having the braid of hair she had expected to balance herself out with.  There is nothing she can do as the horse bucks backwards, barely having a chance to prepare as the powerful legs lunge at her.  Twisting slightly, she manages to minimize the damage to some extent, but still, she cannot avoid the thrashing limps completely. She is caught in the midsection, the hoof easily tearing through her silken blouse, ripping through layers of flesh and tissue and forcing her backward. Like a child sized rag doll, Keaira is tossed through the air, only years of training allowing her to adjust her body so that she is able to land upon her feet, several feet behind the woman and her beast.  Keaira only allows herself to briefly glance at her injury... already the imprint of the hoof can be seen appearing in an array of blue and purple, black blood seeping from the grotesque appearing injury.

Of course she felt pain...a deep ache, and then a throbbing that matched the angry which would cause icy blood to begin boiling within her pain.  How dare she bitch foil what she had so carefully planned! And she had ruined her shirt...a handwoven garment made of the finest silk..a priceless piece! It didn't matter that Keaira would have thrown it away later anyway. That was inconsequential! The whore had damaged something of hers, something quite valuable and for that she would pay. Oh indeed she would pay...pay with her blood, her sweat...her loyalty...her very life. Kea would see certain to it. She is breathing heavily now, snorting like a bull as she evaluates the situation. She would not make such an error of underestimating again...It seems if she were to get to the girl, she would have to take care of the horse first.

Eyes never leaving the rider and horse mere feet away, she would stoop down once more, removing a special dagger wrapped in red cloth from its place tucked snuggly in her boot.  Swiftly she unwraps it, smiling at the way light glitters of the blade, which she is careful not to touch. This weapon appeared oiled, and indeed, oiled it had been, soaked for a fortnight in a potent poison. It was quick acting, and quite deadly unless the proper antidote was swifty administered. All it took was a scratch, just to get the slightest drop within the blood stream. Then it would be only a few moments before the reactions began...loss of feeling and circulation...then paralysis which would begin with just the extremeties, then move to the nervous system, triggering seizures...finally stopping vital functions, the heart, the lungs. It was quite a favorite little mix of hers, created specially by her daughter.

Still holding her other, not as lethal but still deadly dagger, she would circle her prey before quite suddenly lunging, making an attempt to bury the dagger deep into the horses flank. This time she was not to be deterred by movements. She would stab again and again, no matter how often she got kicked, she was taking the damn horse down!

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Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 19, 2005, 08:25:23
   
-That curious gaze saw the shift, the throw, the hard stab that was pressed against her horse. Everything inside her grew with something she could hardly control. Rage bloomed in her veins as hot as the blood of mortals; her very flesh seemed to flush for a moment with something so close to health. It was at that moment that she heard the cry of pain that left Brat, the screeching sound that caused him to tremble and shudder and kick attempting to kick away the weight on top of him. She slid off immediately, throwing her right thigh over the saddle and slipping off. Brat proceeded to kick and scream before finally settling into a limping shuffle that brought him towards Chaos, her poor stallion finding comfort in the presence of another steed. Blood shimmered off its black coat, from its nostrils hot smoke escaped in wisps that rose to the air immediately.

Gabriela stood there for a moment, unaware of anything around her. Not paying attention to Kalicity, her golden eyes watching the beast she had come to trust with her very life. Sure they had held some problems in the past, sure he had thrown her off a few times, but she shared in that blame, and their bond was just now starting to grow. Thoughts came to her of her last horse, of the beast whom she had never named, the beast that had given its life to allow her to survive the harsh rays of daylight. Her body stood there motionless, even the knowledge that she held no weapon upon her figure seemed to burn away. Her rapier had been lost in the midst of war, her only dagger throw into the eye of an enemy. The only weapon she could call upon was the ShadowFang, but she still struggled to completely command it, and at the moment there was no thought in her mind of opening her right hand?no desire to welcome the darkness into her body and produce a weapon as frightening as her murderous thoughts.

The world seemed to move in a span of hours, when really just a few seconds had passed. Her eyes shifted, stared at the woman who was now being held in place by Kalicity. She ignored the danger this meant for her, she ignored the blades that were placed to this creature's neck. With no warning all her strength all her dedication was pushed forward into the strength of her bending knees. A ray of elegance, a flash of dazzling speed. Her arms were pulled inward, elbows bent, face twisted in rage as she dashed forward.

Her right shoulder would hit directly into this creatures belly and down they would both go upon the ground. Gabriela refused to call upon a weapon, she wanted to kill this bitch with her own hands, to rip her finger into the flesh of her face, to grab her hair and tare it out. Wherever they landed Gabriela would immediately be upon her, her hands filled with rage fueled strength would reach to grip and tare whatever they could. "You, you fucking bitch". This seemed quite the adolescent fight, but Gabriela was not in it to be stopped or protected, she wanted blood for the pain caused to HER horse, to her companion. Her thigh would rise trying to straddle the woman, trying to bring her fist down upon the pretty face.-

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Kalicity_Saflicia
May 19, 2005, 09:25:29

-She was ignored, the warning she issued was not indulged, orbs flickered as she was kicked and drowned in pain, the anger would subside as she quickly moved to the side and buried a dagger into that of Brat, head snapping to the left, following her body, almost stunned that this female would leave the embrace of the hold of the Commander. Lips curled, snarling softly, Brat moving towards her stallion, the essence of venom, rushing through the blood of her daughter's stallion, concentration, she could save him, but that concentration would have been broken, as she saw a blur of Gabriela begin to mount this woman and beat the living hell out of her.

Naturally, she would have killed the woman, but as the pain caused by Brat, now the fight was her daughters and she wanted to save that her steed had repromended by her Sister, being Gaby's Aunt. A growl building up, the anger comng back, fluidly passing through the mind of this creature, she wanted her dead, from the moment shehad came across the backside of her daughter, she wanted her dead. As much as she wanted Gabriela to finish this for herself, as a mother's instinct, she didn't want to take the risk.

Her wrist twisting, Deathstrike being sheathed, a hand closing into a balled fist,"Gaby, Move!"  she drove herself forward to the side of Gabriela and would basically slam the side of her body, upper shoulder to drive and push her daughter aside and possibly to the ground,  leaving an opening, dismounting her from the body. Hand held close to her mouth, opening to that  same sand to save her the second time, lips issued a cold gust of air, so close to her face, blowing the 'dust' like particals into the face of this female.It would have been near impossible for her not to breath in these particals, and it would do nearly the same thing that it was doing to the horse. Once it would touch or enter the bloodstream or the insides of this female, the mouth, the lips, the tongue, even the pores in her face, it would start burning, eating away her flesh and organs instantly and it would kill her in a matter of minutes.

She then would withdraw, snapping an order to Gabriela, not to basically do it just because, but for the saftey of Gabriela and Brat. "Take care of yer' Horse! This bitch ain't worth y' time."  She snarled as she quickly jumped to the left side, once again coming between Gaby and Keaira, still holding /A Venom's Kiss /in her right hand, eyes narrowing as she took a step back, lengthening the distance between the two. -

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Keaira
May 19, 2005, 09:48:28

A sinister light would gleam within her eyes as her attack is successful, the sharp blade plunging deep within the animal. Darting out of the way, she manages to avoid being pummeled again with those vicious hooves as the horse once more flails and bucks about wildly. A smile that appears to have been gashed with one of the blades she held with such poise and confidence mars her exotic beauty as Gabriela slides from her saddle, the horse scampering away. At least she had successfully carried out her motives, seperating bitch from beast.  Now the odds were more to her liking.

She had settled into something of a crouch during her attack of the animal...it was more of a defensive manuveur, placing her closer to the ground and making it more difficult for her to be caught off balance. Ignoring Kalicity completely,  she focuses her attention most entirely upon Gabriela. Oh...she knew the woman was there...knew that she was an ally of the one she sought to make hers...but she did not hear the exact words spoken. All her senses were at a heightened peak...So intuned was she to that around her she is able to catch the whisper of the slightest breeze through blades of grass--and she could hear the hearbeat of her intended victim, pounding furiously, from physical exertion, from rage, or maybe from fear she couldn't be ceratin...but it was there, a symbol of the sweet blood that was pumping through her veins. Blood she would take great delight in soon spilling. Words meant nothing at this point and time. True, she did like to hoard her power and posistion over her victims--there was nothing like a verbal tear down, emotional torture that greatly helped in speed along the breaking process. But there would be time enough for that later...much later...once she had regained the upperhand that was so rightfully hers.

Now she was completely focused upon Gabriela, though she spared a tendril of attention to Kalicity, a portion of her mind prepared to react if she should she attempt some negative action towards her. But it was Gabriela she wanted, Gabriela she intended to capture. She picks up on the fact that Gabriela was charging her like a bull,  her body tensing as she straightens up. She does not attempt to dodge the attack, instead standing in a wide spaced defensive stance. But still, Kea was such a tiny creature, and no matter how sturdy she stood, Gab was taller, and she weighed more. And so down Keaira goes, though she goes down thrashing and struggling quite visciously, the other woman on top of her. Gabriela almost had the advantage in having two open hands to grasp and pull at Kea's clothes, to scratch her flesh and pull at her wrists, causing Kea to howl in dignified outrage. But while small, Kea was strong, a determined and stubborn little demoness who did not give up...not ever. She was going to win this--she was. Seething with anger, Keaira herself struck out. Fucking whore...having the audacity to attack her owner...calling her Mistress such names. She would pay oh that she would.  Wickedly she stabs at the woman holding her down. She favors the hand which held the dagger soaked in the same liquid used to take out the horse. Beast and bitch, both succumbing to the same brutal poison. How poetic...She hated poetry.  The woman's fist collides with her face, Kea shrieking bloody murder. The dull ache of pain was washed away by the fury...vicious, uncontainalbe rage..She was seeing red...and black..quite literally black...it appeared the girl's strike had managed to connect and burst blood vessels, ,blurring her vision. But she is still able to focus upon Gabriela,  not even taking aim anymore as she thrashes about beneath her, drawing hre knives back as far as she could then plunging them forward...first one then the other, creating a rhythm. Not really even seeming to notice or care if she was making contact, just wanting to cause pain...sweet, glorious pain.

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Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 19, 2005, 10:48:32

-Golden hues were now littered with thick tendrils of red, crimson burned inside them like the whips of hell. The rage that coursed through her body, what gave her strength now, was a nameless force that breathed life into a creature that had always existed inside her body. Straddling the body her knees pushing inward her tight fists forming into things that could hardly keep from trembling. In that moment one thing would become clear, it would take more than an order, or a shove to make her get off of this woman. Her anger moved beyond the hurt pressed upon her horse, her anger was a torrent that leads into the deep black waters of her own self loathing. She had enough of this, of having others think her so weak and easy to target. She fought to end this view others hand upon her, "let them see!" She screamed out of no where. Yes she thought, let them all see how vicious and violent she could be, how cruel and cold she was willing to become. With her fists broken and bleeding she continued her hard thrusts into the woman's face. She saw in shades of lovely red and gold, she saw the blood flow free into her fingers, squeeze passed her tight grip and this only caused her further desire to grip at her very hair, but not in the oh so dramatic manner of most women. Gabriela desired to grip it and pull it out, to pull with it the flesh of her scalp to cause her pain like no other. She heard the order, but she could not act upon it, she was taken in by her demons.

The flicker of silver came upon her, she managed to grasp a wrist to squeeze it as tight as her strength would allow, to attempt to break the very flesh that existed there, to feel splinters of bone pass through the skin, but it was the flash of pain that made her groan. A stab was produced against her side, her jaws clenched but she didn't stop, again she came down upon her face, her fist moving from her jaw towards her chest to beat down upon the marked area her horse had left behind. Blood trickled from the wound, but the armor she wore made it a minimal scratch that had been produced from the dagger's blade running over the strong metal down towards her side. But try as she might she could find no way to pin that flocking arm that wove in a crazed display of pain and outrage. Again she felt a stab this time upon her shoulder, she screamed and drew away enough to feel another wisp of silver blade cut along her forearm.

The world was turned upside down as she was pushed aside, tossed like a doll by the strength of her Mother. She fell, rolled onto her side, the wounds upon her caused no pain as already they were healing?she wanted nothing more than to return to her place to continue to cause blood to blush that pretty face. "Give me this Mother!" she screamed as she lay there, chest heaving, "give me this, its all I ask. Don't take this away from me!" She heard the order again, every cell in her body aching to do as she was told, but the rage, the anger, "Don't take this away from me" she whispered trembling as she began to sit up, wincing lightly at the tinny scratches that seemed to be having a hard time healing. Her eyes saw Brat, saw his shuddering, his kicking and whining, she put two and two together. She would say nothing of this however, keeping this deadly knowledge to herself as she sat up completely. Not another worry she promised herself as she stood up watching what was happening. The scent of her blood would be lost of course, already her blood had been spilt tonight. -

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Kalicity_Saflicia
May 19, 2005, 11:21:34

-Much of the damage had been done, and even as Gabriela's body had been shoved aside and she rolled on the ground, she felt bad, she took it away from her daughter, but right now, that wasn't important. She stepped back, still between Keaira and Gabriela, eyes burning as she stood tall, those eyes narrowing upon their quarry, lips pursed together.

"I'm sorry, Gabriela. Yer horse needs y' now, Please, he is loyal t' you in the time of battle and harm, now is going to need the same from you.This bitch ain't worth yer time, If y' want t' seek vengeance y' wait for the oppurtune moment when y' have all yer thoughts and skills together, which is a lesson y' need t' learn. Brat needs you now."

Her voice wasn't full of anger, full of hate, but it was full of wisdom, softened because she knows how it is to lose the ones that were so loyal to her, and vice versa, so much loyalty, that was in her blood, their blood. Such things were strong as a binding web, it meant so much to her, she knew what it was like. But even in the midst of her speaking aloud to her daughter, she stared onto this female, never leaving the site of this bloody creature. She wanted Gabriela, but who knows if she will even make it that far. She didn't move, waiting for Gabriela to perhaps go to the stallion which had saved her from an instant slice to the throat, it would only be fair to the return the favor. -

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Keaira
May 19, 2005, 12:03:40

It was a strange sort of fight, neither woman seemingly very concerned about defending themselves, concentrating only upon the task of causing harm to their opponent. Though Gaby was pinning Keaira to the ground, she was quite confident she could over throw her if she wished. However, while she didn't like to be helpless to even the slightest extent, in Kea's logic it was her holding Gabriela in place. While it would be preferrable that she be on top,  so long as the other was sitting astride her,  she would remain within striking distance. And that was really all that mattere. She continued her relentless assault with the daggers, not even allowing herself a moment of satisfaction as the sharp weapons succeeded in burying themself into her victim's body, merely jerking them back and stabbing upward once more, putting all her strength into each vicious strike. "Mine! Your mine...mine...mine...My slave! Mine! You'll pay, you'll be sorry...Your mine! Mine!!!" She chants, faster and louder until the words blend and whir together. Even as Gabi pummeled her face, slamming a fist into the side that still ached dully, Kea would not so much as pause or hesitate. Later, when things were not so crucial, she would perhaps allow herself a few moments to absorb the pain before she had a healer take it from her. But for now the rage within her was too great, making all other feelings or emotions little more than slight annoyances.

And then it was over--suddenly the great weight which had been pressing her down to the ground, viciously attacking her with fists of fury was gone. She instinctively rolled to the side, arms moving to cover her head the instant the weight was lifted, many years of training having taught her that a person did not change a working tactic without purpose. True, they had basically been at a standstill, but still Gaby had been making hits as well as taking them. Unwittingly, this move saves her from what might have been an excrutiating death, ,the dust scattered by Kalicity raining about the area she had just been. Quick as the whip she so favored, she would give another roll and then immediatly sit up ignoring the head rush, brushing it away like the irritant  of pain. She moved then to her feet, ,once more crouching in a posistion that could be used offensively or defensively. Now that her attention was not so occupied, the dull ache of the injuries she had sustained settles over her. Her once pasty complexion has been tinted all variety of colors...blacks, blues, ,green and yellow, a disgusting mix that somehow seemed more suiting to Kea, a look that better fit her true nature. From her midsection black blood would drip, the slightly accidic quality of the liquid causing the grass to shrivel and burn.

Even though her eyes were all but swelled shut, she is able to squint out, deciphering what had happened. This girl's protector, her mother had come to her rescue. And now she was outnumbered. And this woman was armed...fully taking in Kalicity with her sword held so casually fully for the first time. Dammit! If she wasn't so reliant upon her stance, she might have stomped about like a child, throwing one of her world class temper tantrums. How frustrating this was...She had been so close to having a new slave, but now all she would have to show for this outing was a hideous face and ruined clothes. She had almost had her...had been so close. But perhaps not all was lost..there was still a chance...After all, she had made several wounds with her dagger--certainly one would have had to be created by the one soaked in the poisonous substance.  Her eyes dart to the side, ,watching Gabriel. If that weapon had so much as scratched her, , she should begin succumbing to it's effects within minutes. If...if it had made contact, then Gab would become paralyzed...would loose control of her body...her brain and other systems would shut down. And then mommy dearest would be begging her to take her daughter, so she might have the antidote and live.

Backing up several steps, she continues to watch. The horse was largerly then Gab...she should fall prety much quicker to the effects, if she had thusly been injuried. It was her only hope of righting this situation so that it benefited her once more.  "How touching..." Keaira all but coos. "All grown up and still having mommy fight your battles? Can't even take lil ol me without her help...No, mommy just says the word and you run away!"  She eggs the woman on, continuiting to back away with both weapons brandished before her.  Silently she begins to build up her magick, pulling it into her body, into its core, should she need to rely on extra abilities to move from this situation.

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Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 19, 2005, 12:34:43

-Her breathing though not necessary quickened immediately, the sensation that burned through her was so odd, like something out of a dream. Her eyes glared at Kalicity, then down at the woman, the words echoing through her mind.

Slave? mine? That's what she had said, those were the words that had drooled along with blood out of those torn lips. But it wasn't enough for Gabriela, the obvious pain this creature was in, it was not enough for her to even enjoy. Her head was spinning, the area around her seemed to grow incredibly sharp, suddenly she could see things like never before. Tree branches reached out to her, strands of grass spoke to her, her fingers curled lightly against her thigh. "You fucking whore" Her lips parted as a breath passed through them, she felt her mouth growing dry, cotton dry, desert dry. She heard Kalicity's voice, a slow nod, she only agreed because she felt drugged, and everything was beautiful suddenly as she turned around slowly.

There was Brat his head bowed against Chaos his whole figure trembling. A fear swelled in her heart as she took a few steps forward. True the horse was bigger than Gabriela, but Brat had held the poison in his systems far longer. With pain she watched her beautiful stallion waver slightly, its body pressing against the heavy but sturdy frame of the stronger horse. Fingers rose, they stretched tried to reach before another step. It was so hard to move now; there was no pain, just this dull sensation that made the world around her so very hard to focus on. Her fingers reached the reins of Brat; she gripped them, held them tightly before sliding down. Her knees hit the ground; her head bowed slightly the thick braid sliding over one shoulder as she lay there crimson cloak covering her lovely figure. Inside her hands the reins pulled the weaken steed down with her, with a tender cry Brat fell to his front knees. She pressed her face against the thick neck, her lips brushing the soft thick fur. "My" she paused as the sensation in her knees seemed to ease away, "fuck".

The voices that came, her mother, and this woman "Mommy"

"Fuck you", her jaw felt off, fear gripped her as she lost the sensation along her chest, "Ah" a single painful cry, filled with terror. Never had she lost control of her own body, never had she not been able to control herself. But inside she felt the war going on, her body struggling to fight this thing that ached inside her, would it last long? She had no idea, Gabriela had never before been poisoned. Her mind struggled to remain there, awake, again a weak little cry, "uh wh", for once, Gabriela held shame in asking, asking for help. "ple, help", She fell forward completely eyes wide but dull, a look of terror on her face. -

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Kalicity_Saflicia
May 19, 2005, 15:46:24

-Once again, she was torn between a battle and the love of her daughter. Eyes burned as she took a step back, She wanted Gabriela to become a slave, her slave. Blood and Flesh of the great Kalicity, a slave to such a  petty creature? She thought not, nothing of such would happen, the words,egging her on, oh yes, she took another step back, coming closer to her daughter and her steed. She had heard of her daughter almost being caught once more by this feind, lips snarled as she growled beneath her, she could fill the way beneath Keaira, the way she wanted to throw a tantrum because she didn't get her prize, but first she needed somebody to come and hold her daughter and heal both her and her horse. Nakitta came to mind, her dearest sister..or Atra..but Nakitta seemed better, she would have been closer..

"Dear Sister, Yer' niece needs y' now. I call fer yer help, fer I have unfinished business to attend to. Hurry!"

Then those eyes narrowed, surely Kitta would hold to, she would not beg for the antidode for such a poison, for they were kindred, poison was little, it was only meant to stun her, it would not do anything but doing so. Not kill her, just allow the body not to move, but Kalicity in general would still have her movement and full strength, and she would be the gaurdian thus holding the distant between the foe and the mother.

Unsheathing what was known as/ DeathStrike/, the teeth wicked on the side, the sword in itself specifically designed for its name.  The blade itself, close to four feet long, the entire blade soaked in a poison called a Dragon's Touch. This poison in general, was sufficed, one touching the skin, or entering the blood, is would not only leave the opponent stunned, but it would burn them from the inside out, starting with the organs first, eating away, kind of like that dust she had spit in her face, but in liquidated form and it was so lethaly present upon this sword.

The other sword, in her right hand, /A Venom's Kiss/, was its wonderful twin and one of her most prized possessions. This blade in general, was quite different, about a hundred different sized blades, bent in every which way, some teeth were jagged, some were smooth, they came out in all sorts of directions to make a lethal catch, all coming down to a very fine point at the end. This blade too, was laced and soaked in a venomous toxin, but this venom in general targeted the bloodstream, as it would lace through that, basically the body would be eaten again from the inside out, but instead of burning them alive, the venom dries its victim of its bodily liquids needed to survive in live, until it was a liveless corpse, as if being dead for so many years, no liquids at all, all will to live, and this much, it was aimed to create a slow, painful death with no reverse effect.

These swords were held as she stepped forward then, "What's a matter Y' little Cunt, Y' fraid of a lil' competition? Why don't ye' tramp around in a little tantrum in yer' fucking defeat, eh? Now that I have yer' vital attention, T' get t' her, now y' have to get through me. " Then she felt the magic, the magic that was brewing inside of her, she knew not what kind of magic but Kalicity could hold some of her own.

A Wave of her hand, such of which, she could feel the vibrations, the waves as this creature drew it in around her, the mind of a kindred, an Elder as she was, such manipulation of the astral plane was quite simply for a creature of her status, seemingly creating a transparent wall, one made of tectonic waves that shuffled through the clear skies, allowing to whatever she was calling on, to prevent anymore from entering this little area, it would merely surround them, drawing it in, and anything in the air, the ground, the motion, it would yeilded with a passion. The spell in general caused her to shuffle, step by step, she carried herself forward and each step would grind her with delicate speed, silence was a deadly note, she brushed, becoming a voice in the wind, as such with any, this girl wouldn't know what hit her, for the simple thought, that once her 'powers' were disdained and cut off from her, it would possibly catch her off gaurd.

Lips peeling back, next thing you know, she was a blur, whisking in the wind as she came out, mindful of that dagger, coming from the right side, a blur, her body dropped into a sliding kick, aiming a little higher to embrace the edge of her ankles, so that if she would jump, she would persist and still catch her in the air, the attack was made before this bitch would leave, not it was her turn to become that little thing she would call a slave, a slave to the one called Kalicity, she would pay for what she had done, and say enough, become what she has always wished to take from others. A Bitch, A slut, a blooddoll.-

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Keaira
May 19, 2005, 17:27:32

Keaira tucked one of her daggers into her waistband--in times of fighting such as this, it was always good to have a hand free. As much as she loved her sharpened blades, there was only so much that could be done with them. While her attention has now locked onto Kalicity, she still allows her gaze to dart over to Gabriela as she stumbles to her horse. She appeared quite disoriented--but perhaps that was merely from the blood loss. But then, watching as Gab collapses to the ground, gurgling words, it is then that she is beyond a doubt  certain that her poison was indeed taking effect. Perhaps now she might be able to salvage this situation.

"Some mother you are....your daughter is over there, completely paralyzed as my poison attacks her brain and nervous system, soon to be dead without the antidote I might provide." Keaira was one to talk about being a negligent mother. She was known to beat her own children, to treat them like she did her slaves when the mood fit her, which seemed to be with ever increasing frequency, especially in the instance of her daughter.  Keaira would shake her head, tsking at Kalicity's perceived apathy towards her daughter. Still, you'd rather fight me then perhaps reason with me for her life. If I am dead, then she is certain to be as well."

Reaching up, her hand would grasp the pendant which was hooked quite securely about her slender neck. Touching this artifact of power would give her greater control over her abilities, connecting her fully to the magic know crackling like electricity through her veins.  She was attuned to the subtle vibrations of her powers, reining in control over the tendrils of power that were dancing about, glad to be called force from their previous dormand state. All it would take to use her skills was a thought...a little tug there, a pull here, molding the dark powers to her will, sending them to do her bidding.

So focused is she upon this that she fails to pay as much attention to her opponant as she should. The only warning she has is the slight whisper as Kali cuts swiftly through the air. Not even having opportunity to over jump the kick,  she is caught on the ankle. While her stance is wide spread, ,knees slightly bend in a way that would allow her to remain upon her feet in such a situation, she is caught off guard. The power of the kick would send the evil bitch flying back several feet.  In midair, her body would seem to break a part, as though becoming the magick she was now hording, where she had been is nothing more than strings of what appears to be black smoke that drifts  through the air overhead, before settling down right near Gabriela.

It takes only a moment for Keaira to regain her bearings after her line of sight telport, her form wavering then quickly solidifying. She would strike out quickly, even though she knew that Gabi should not be able to put up much resistance, she couldn't be too sure what all her mother was capable of.  Keaira would reach down to dry and grab a handful of the dark braid, to wind it about her hand and pull Gabi's weight upward to posistion her more like a sheild in front of her body. She was short,  it did not take much to conceal her. At the same time, the hand still grasping the dagger would snake around in an attempt to place the sharp blade against Gabi's tender throat.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 19, 2005, 19:29:13

-Those eyes, they looked up as her hair was gripped, as if in slow motion she felt every thing. No, her body was not numb; she simply could not will herself to move in any direction. And those eyes, those beautiful eyes that a moment ago had burned with fury were now reduced to fear, what did this mean. Poison, she knew nothing of their nature, how the things worked, if this would wear off or not. She felt her body, cell by cell trying to capture, to contain, to understand, but everything was moving far too slow. This woman did not fight fair, she had disappeared from Kalicity using her cheap magic, her cheap tricks, and all Gabriela could do was look forward unable to even flicker her brows into a frown. The bloodied fingers of this woman would grip the silken tendrils of her hair, the thick braid that was pulled back.

The back of her head came to rest against the belly of this woman, her eyes forced to stare up at her figure as a cool knife was pressed to her throat. She wanted to turn to Kalicity and ask for help. Though she knew the shame burned inside her. But when she heard those words, the cruel sound of her voice explaining what a bad mother she was Gabriela struggled against every inch of resistance her body held, forced her lips to part just a little, a sweet breath coming free. A hiss of a breath came, a single word said with the breath that had been held inside her lungs as the poison ran its course. "F-f-u-c-k y-o". With that her lips would fall open, her jaw gently held to expose the tinny fangs.

Tears rolled from her eyes moving down her cheeks, slowly caressing the flesh of her throat as they soaked into her shirt. It was in this position that she felt a slight jolt, like a thousand little ants with sharp little feet clawed at her legs, moving slowly up her thigh. Inside the thick boot a toe moved, and then another, but each wiggle felt strange and new. Helpless to do anything she continued to stare in the only direction she could, eyes wide, and frozen in the terror that had pulled her. -

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 19, 2005, 20:27:38

-The body of this female had fallen back, and as soon as she was airborne, Kalicity felt the power, to Kalicity, the transit of the body coming apart and discomposing through mid air, was quite feasible, it would have been seen, and Kalicity would have already reacted to the body remaking itself. Those eyes shifted, the atral plane allowing her to manipulate the time evalutation and she felt the body of this creature move at fast speeds through the poor effort of teleportation through the air. In this case, Kalicity would perform the same thing.'

Her body withdrew and she quickly came inert, silent as the umbra came through to her body, a simple dissapearing act through this portal of darkness, and it would react and shuffle, reinact and replace Kalicity right before the body of Gabriela, her sword withdrawn before, and as the body in itself had start to peice back together, A plummet of /DeathStrike/ to the abdomen of Keaira, in a slight bit of a straight stab, an angle from the right, but enough to cause heavy damage, this was to make sure, that if she were to somehow make her move to the right side, the blade would catch her body, and she did this as the body had Just came to and reached forward, the forward momentum of Keaira had already been made to grasp out for her daughter, so there for she would have already driven herself into the sword, as Kalicity added to the momentum as she went against it,piledriving the five foot sword, aiming for it to go into the body.

At the same time, right after,in  her right hand,/ A Venom's Kiss/ would have been placed upon the left shoulder, merely coming from behind, as the body would have composed together, and making a left to right swing in a downward angle kind of to the side and back, there for if she were to move backwards, the blade would still slice through the neck, to cut off the head and decapitate this female,  Both moves were designed to kill, both moves were already being made the second she had fully whipped herself back together and already making the forward move to grasp onto her daughter, which would basically have herself drive into both of these deadly weapons. Her speed and timing unmatched, done within less than a second, a couple miliseconds even, visually coming out of no where.-

[The End of All Light.]

Queen of Eden - Sorceress of Aoyn
May 19, 2005, 21:31:56

Something tugged on the perceptions of Atra, trouble or something staining the wind in ripples of duress and terror- transitory energies instigating one wounded if not already slipping into paralysation one somewhat close to her. Perceptions entwining through the very air of Eden, locating the trouble of such disturbances within her and the air swirling, whispering in those intrusive meanderings; it would then that Atra would look; searching for the presence of KaliCity and Gabriela, seeing them naught would cause the concern that only one of nobility, loyalty could ascertain- of the concern of a mother. With those tenacious hands griping reins, tethers of leather dangling through those tightly clenched hands would be used to compel her stead to swiftly turn and race back towards the battlefield.

Flanks dripping in white-sweat, oozing in a macabre foamy substance at the already jaded juggernaut of war, fully armoured and still yet would be adequate enough to take on five more wars, should it incur. Much lingered on the nights clawed-breath, tugging at her Shadow Mithril armour and thick cascades of blood matted hair; blood-splattered for the wrath of war; peace was sought but sorely found this fateful night when another deemed herself of worth to place want or will upon one with status in her family. No magick was unbroken and none was binding in this realm where none who were officials of Eden even had the capabilities  of such miniscule feats, and yet it seemed one abused such restrictions and soon would be dealt with just as cruel and unmerciful as she dared strike out against one of royalty?

And Lo! Appearing in the distance it would seem that KaliCity had partaken in yet another duel with a creature of some description, and hardly worth of notice save for the fact it was attempting to sever the life of Gabriela. Gabriela whose life seemed on first impressions to be slipping away from her; would poison work so swiftly in a being who can mutate its own vitae to suit any intoxication or drug, poison or elixir. Quite an easy feat, but supposed such a neophyte would use such amateur means of acquiring prey instead of rather taking it by will or skill, one resulted to the pettiness of petty magick, again amusing! But in all repose, all good things come to end, and it would seem that KaliCity's skill once again excelled, but what of Gabriela.

The poison obviously coursed through her veins swiftly, but all it would take was a simple gesture of will to purify her own blood, yet again a privilege installed in the vampire upon the dark kiss; the embrace implanting such innate abilities. Simply, perhaps the poison would be profound IF it had been used correctly, for all symptoms, intoxicants, toxins there are anti-dotes and if Gabriela could not fight the poison herself, certainly all that was needed was not only a drop of Gabriela's blood right there and then, but also the blood which Gabriela had given Atra in the form of a promise, a blood oath.

In that approach, knee's would press tightly against her stead urging it into a gallop, all that was needed was simply for Atra to wrap her right leg further around into the stirrups, using that as a stabilizer while her left side leans over, almost enough that would enable a swift scoop to grab a hold of Gabriela. Should that attempt fail then weapon would be drawn and the stead dismounted and on foot take the attempt to remove Gabriela to a place of safety and flush what toxins had already entered the main blood system and internal organs, if Gabriela had not the energy to resist or fight what was attacking her from the inside, magick or no magick-  the strength of KaliCity thrived in that glorious female, whether a fledgling or not an Elder; the blood was potent and powerful, much lingered in those deep vermillion ichors far beyond the understanding of those whom did not understand the essence of Darkbane. To fight spiritually and physically is one thing but to fight mind over matter is a far more potent tool than any magick or weapon, and Gabriela was soon to learn her own potency, one way or another.

A hand reaches down to grab/obtain Gabriela- reaching to the area of her shoulder blade and underneath her right arm- this would be the attempt then to pull her up swiftly before the cretin at KaliCity's mercy would even have time to notice...her life wasn't needed for the antidote and nor would her life be spared regardless. Would this attempt succeed or fail, would such a lithe form be strong enough to pull dead weight from the ground and then draped over saddle before Atra where she would be safe?... this would remain to be foreseen, perhaps time was short, perhaps it wasn't, time is easily suspended or reprimanded to suit one's tastes should they have the authority to require it. Either way Atra's hand would not lose grasp of Gabriela, strength pulling her upwards in one quick forced motion; to swoop her off the ground safely,nothing would make Atra lose the grip Gabriela; nothing.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 19, 2005, 23:42:13

-She watched with awe this creature that spoke. Lost for a moment in the aesthetic value of this event, her golden eyes would follow the jaw of this woman, forced to look up between two valleys which were breasts. She stared at the throat, the pale curve of her neck and the steady vein that delivered blood to the brain feeding the mind to exist and create. For that short moment, where Gabriela held no control of herself, she lingered in the sensation of this freedom, to have no worry of ones body to be simply?thoughts, and ideas. She would wake from this trance however as the energies around her shifted, as a new thing was formed as air was pushed against her useless limbs. Her head would shift back slightly as fingers would untangle from her hair to fend off the coming weapons. Inside she felt the pulsing desire to win whatever was taking place inside her. Yes the poison had worked; Gabriela never in her life had been played against by such cheap tricks. A blade that was produced when she held no weapon, but it was her anger, her inability to listen to Kalicity in that one split second that would have landed her safely away from the stabbing daggers. But somewhere in her mind there was a disgusting satisfaction. The woman's face had been completely disfigured with the force of the blows she delivered. And as she looked up, moving from the pale throat to the blood covered line that looked much like packed on crimson make up that moved from her jaw line and up, Gabriela once again could not help but feel the spark of motion inside of her body.

A lovely work of power went on inside her, strips of veins pulsing with blood that battled an unknown thing, poison, one that attacked her muscles, the central nervous system coming upon it as a black plague and causing it to dysfunction. And where would the mind go, she had wondered as she felt her body slide off away from her control. This poison worked quickly, like children's fingers moving up and down her back to capture more space, more flesh. But through this all, the body fought, that vampyric nature causing her to withier gently against the blade that was pressed to her neck. Things moved slowly, the sound of her mother rushing, the delicious taste of metal against leather binds seemed a delicate treat to her, and the strong forceful race of hooves upon the earth caused her breath to for a moment catch in her throat, the breath that she sucked in with quite some difficulty.

And just as this woman with her broken features was pulled away, that blade precisely pulled against her flesh lacking enough pressure to keep her flesh clean of any cuts. Her body remained kneeling, back up straight and eyes staring up twards the beautiful black sky with that light that came from above struggling to break through the darkness that covered this land. It was then she felt the tight grip under her right arm. The touch caused her to feel a thread of pain coming simply from ancient fingers, from a touch much softer than silk, but far harder than stone. Up Gabriela went a doll of a woman with even her childish features. Her eyes wide and open to the world her face frozen in that expression of fear. Over the horse she went, arms hanging over the sides of the mount so that her eyes now stared at the ground. There she stared quietly at the blades of grass, though her mind was watching an inner battle, the sound of struggles around her taking the voices of small cells.

How disappointed they would both be, Her mother, Her Grandmother, how disgusted with her for this. Part of her held a desire to be allowed to die, to be left here to the sadistic hands of whoever this woman was, this woman who ran out of the forest and attacked her with no reason, unless she worked for Ayenee. Curious that such thoughts came upon her Gabriela allowed the sensation of feeling to come over the small of her back. Her face still unable to convey the flickering pain that crossed her as dormant muscles began to wake and flex on their own. -