The Eden War - Archived roleplay

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 12, 2005, 14:52:28

-She hears the words of her fallen daughter, blaming herself for what had happened, eyes narrowing, seeing that Gabriela blaming herself further more because of Kalicity's wound, and that she failed.

"Hush, Gabriela. We Are here fer each other, d' not blame yer self for m' pain. I'm the Commander, I'm supposed to take falls and be harmed fer the sake of m' men." And with that, Gabriela would quickly fall into darkness, pass out, snapping her jaws together, she quickly moved her body towards the move, the wound itself was deep, the shadows had fallen among them, the flesh of the muscle had been stripped, the aide of blood be needed, but first she had to heal her daughter. The wound was ever so much prone to infection and even though kindred do not die of those, they could die at the loss of a heavy amount of blood. "Hang on, Love, Yer goin' t' be alright."Glancing up, looking over her shoulder, towards the few of her legions below, sending a multiple
account telepathy message to those she could reach, for her voice could not.

"This is yer' Commander, Bring M' a sacrifice, I want him alive and well, not harm come to him. Up on the hill I' am, hurry!"

She moved over this, she opened up her mind, she didn't know if this would change Gabriela's demeanor, but most likely it would not, because they were of the same blood, of the same family, and they ran along the same powers, linked together as a whole.

But this would not be a 'healing', but a way to heavily speed up the process of healing for Gabriela. Would not be the same, would not have the same effect and she placed her hands, one hand on each side of the wound, the throbbing flesh, trembling as the pain would be so immense. Eyes would close as those digits would inclose around her leg, focusing on this insert, energy drawn from the earth, possessing the power to transfer her strength into the body of these young kindred, that be her daughter. Withdrawing the much strength, speeding up the blood process, the healing process, manipulating the essence of timing, the tissues had begun to hold itself, began to rebuild, this would take much out of her, but it was worth it.

The Tissues began to rebuild as did the flesh, coming alive, coming together, piece by piece, the blood clots forming to aide itself in the blood, coming closer, the wound starting the close off, the muscles binding itself with the streams that would dedicated to aiding her daughter with further more battles, and further more life. Lower lip trembling, biting it, those fangs shown, healing so much on her own, in process of her own body, this process would take the smite of about 10 minutes and when Kalicity would break free of this hold between a mother and a daughter, she would have been wiped out of her energy, the blood in her lower leg wound would have stopped, was healing but wound stop for now.

The men had brought forward a sacrifice for her daughter, eyes narrowing as she was bent to her knee's, staring onwards, fighting to draw herself to her feet, her will stronger than her body and mind, taking the tips of the 'talons', taking the mans hair in her left hand, arching his head back exposing his neck, fangs flashing. "Say yer prayers," Her started to whimper, started the shutter, pull back and fight but was suddenly shut down as she drop one of those talons into the basis of his neck, slicing open the jugular and the vocal chords, spewing a water fountain of blood, as his weight had became dead, she allowed him to fall face up, body up and moving Gabriela?s body, her head over the midst of his neck, so that her lips would taste of crimson of flesh spewing blood, because of the manipulation process, if would have yielded the pain and made it stop completely, and fluster the immune system, allowing Gabriela to reawaken and become aware of what was. "Feed M' daughter, Y' must feed."

And as she let her go to feed upon this feast, the darkness would sway, glancing up the two men, "Stay here, defend m' daughter if necessary." And with that, her energy had fallen and as did her body, she collapsed as her mind and figure seeked rest as it was given to her daughter to allow her to heal so that she would not die at bloodloss. So quiet was the body of Kalicity, passing out from doing her good deed. She lay on the grass, motionless.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 12, 2005, 15:49:10

-In sleep her features twisted in pain at the sensation of her thigh being gripped, of the wound being forced together. The torn pieces of flesh matched up like some sick jagged puzzle, and with the pulsing energies that ran through her mothers hand, indeed healing began, and was forced quickly through her whole body. Those pale lips would part, a sharp breath would be taken, and every cell in her body would flush with this odd power to heal, to move, to be perfect. Flesh stretched forward, the wound closed leaving behind the bloody mess of what had been a gaping hole. Inside, on a molecular level great deals of energy were being used, for a moment Gabriela was sure she would die of the pain?this agony was so strange to her, so new. It was not until the actual muscle was pulled together that Gabriela finally managed to release that held breath, eyes parting weakly to stare up at the magnificence that had become Kalicity. Her eyes wide and so very innocent simply watched in mute awe as Kalicity called upon herself whatever powers commanded her. The silent message that was sent out and
the hot coppery scent of blood that suddenly filled every one of her senses.

Though the pain was gone there was an odd sensation through her body that felt a lot like emptiness. Perhaps it had been the fact that her whole insides had been forced to do something so unnatural, but she felt so much better, far better than a few seconds ago. Kalicity's voice was the last thing that came to her before blood lust took over, there was no need to tell her twice what her own body was begging her to do. She rolled forward, fingers digging into the still warm flesh of the man. Her mouth opened wide, she didn't even realize Kalicity had fallen back. A dry tongue slid out forcing itself between the elegant cut that had been made upon this man's throat. She pulled hard against his flesh not allowing the blood to simply flow to her. Her thirst was far too strong for that. Her fingers crushed the man's arms, digging into his flesh until they reached the bone and felt splinters pass through the flesh. But even that did not stop her. Fangs were stabbed into the dirty neck, her body would arch lightly as she suckled the blood that was now aching to reach her.

The two who had been placed to guard her would cringe at the hunger this young creature held. Pulling away blood now dripped from her lower lip to her chin falling to the already blood soaked shirt. She held a slight limp as she moved to stand, everything a blur before her eyes before the needed blood settled into her system. It was then golden eyes would flicker down to the fallen Kalicity. An odd sensation passed her, a realization of sorts, Kalicity was not completely invulnerable, and
warmth ran through her, Gabriela would now care for her Mother.

For a moment she just stood there, leaning on her right leg, thin strains of pain moving through her thigh at the memory of what had happened. She looked down upon the war that was now starting to come to its end. She had warned them, but there was no pity in her heart for them now. Eyes flashed with something like crimson, capillaries inside them breaking apart to allow red blood cells to fill the white in her eyes. She glared at the two men who stood near by. "What the fuck are you doing standing there" she growled at them, "Our Commander has fallen bring a carriage immediately!" Both men seemed for a moment baffled, their feet planted on the earth as if they were not sure what to do. Though Kalicity's word was the law amongst her legions, they had just bared witness to something terrible, something sick.

One bold enough stepped up and spoke, "The Commander told us to stay here"

"The Commander has just passed out too," came the dark almost hissing voice, "I am Captain under Kalicity and I order you to immediately bring what I?ve demanded! A carriage, a sacrifice, two, no three. Don't put them in the carriage just make sure to keep them near. Send word to Princess Nakitta, tell her the Imperial Commander is unable to lead and I shall be taking her place. Move you fools!" The last words were practically spat at them and immediately sent them forward as commanded. She watched for a short moment then tried to move towards Kalicity, her leg almost gave forward before she gained control of it, the new muscle there felt odd and strange. After a few seconds she was once again walking perfectly straight hiding any sensation of pain she might have felt.

Down she went to one knee looking upon the perfect features of her Mother, fingers reached out touching lightly a marble cheek. "I wont mess up again," she whispered quietly, reaching down to pull Kalicity into her arms. It was easier than she had thought; Kalicity seemed to weight nothing at all inside her arms. Up she went, fighting the tingling feeling that itched inside her thigh. And much to her surprise the carriage she had asked for was already moving up the hill, Chaos who had never strayed far was standing besides it. Gabriela would never send Kalicity away; she didn't hold such a right. But she wouldn't leave Kalicity out in the open; she didn't care how good the victory was looking. Kicking the door to the armored carriage, the pitch black wood interior would open to her.

These carriages were made for such times, but comfort and elegance was never forgotten. Long benches of black leather covered the two far ends of the carriage, silken pillows had been added, and upon these were where Gabriela settled her mother. For a moment her eyes fell down her body, searching for wounds but finding no opening. Her eyes spoke of torment, Gabriela didn't know what more to do, "Kalicity, Mother, forgive me please? I don't know what more I can do, I don't know what can possibly help." Her lips found her right hand, pressing a trembling kiss to her mother's knuckles. "Rest, when you wake this battle will be won and all honors dedicated to you!" It was a tender moment, surely nothing could come between such a bond, all her own bad feelings against Kalicity seemed to vanish leaving behind just raw loyalty and love, yes a dark love, a twisted love that would bring forth rivers of blood if it
was so desired.

Gabriela eased her way out, eyes for a moment falling upon Chaos, "You know her better than anyone here, guard her well or I shall cut those wings from your back and beat you to death with them." Yes it was a threat, but she could hardly contain herself, when her vengeful stare fell upon the two guards she seemed almost disgusted, "I want eight guards here immediately no one gets close to this carriage unless they
are Me, the Princess or the goddamn Queen herself do you understand" The men would nod quickly. Gabriela pointed out to the bottom of the hill, "Ten men down there. Nothing, and I mean nothing gets passed you, if I find one thing changed in the Commander I shall pull your spines from your asses"

Something in the way those golden eyes now surrounded by crimson shone said much about her conviction to follow through with such promises. As she began to walk down the hill, still a little wobbly Brat came forward from the tree line. No form of communication passed between them as Gabriela caught hold of his reins and hoisted herself upward onto his back. One look back, "Nothing gets to that carriage!" From here she saw the three men whom were kept on their knees not far from the carriage itself, she smirked slightly and moved onwards to find either Atra or Aunt.-

[The End of All Light.]

Queen of Eden - Sorceress of Aoyn
May 12, 2005, 16:40:02

The winds whispered in the throes of battle, calming the ranks should there have ever been a doubt that Eden wasn't indeed triumphant that myth would no longer wane in the proud minds of the legions of Eden. KaliCity had led the battle well, slicing through those miniscule forces as if they were nothing but feeble mannequins standing against the full front of such menacing foes; but not only the foes he had won by dishonour but foes who would never forget his name- they had been sliced and severed not only my the blades of mighty warriors and the skill of quilled arrows projected by precise long-bows, the expertise of KaliCity had shone through the darkness and those who fought in her stead and by her side in the name of Eden and her Queen. It had seemed that the physical presence of the Queen had faltered; although she was there in spirit another form would emerge from the darkness bringing forth more troops from the Imperial Palace of Eden. Dressed in the black shadow mithril that would no be remembered by the terrified and jaded faces of the opposing forces, reverberation of feet marching in an almost deafening beat clashing swords against the shields bearing the Imperial Crest of Eden.

Magnificent steeds draped in full dark- and the armour of darkness, glistening demonic shraffons and crinets in the flashing of sporadic lightening and the shimmer of burning ashes falling from the sky resembling the very heinous and ominous glares in those magnificent beasts eyes resembling the fiery pits of hell and damnation. Peytrals portending the crest of Eden in reflecting hues of midnight, gold and red, the symbols coming to life at every electric, lunar and inferno mirage rebounding of that metal in radiance and glistening liquid seemingly black though if one was close enough it would be clearly seen that these horses had already been drenched in the crimson rain of death. On this nightmarish steads of the squamous abyss Dark Paladins equipped with the weapons of dark magick and demonic essence in the shape of falchions and rapiers all bearing various runes of pestilence and damnation; empowered by the elements which worked to hasten each clash and sound of reverberated march in full frontal military step synchronized in numerals to vast to count let alone image. Full flanks as the flag bearers parted and took there place before those who marched behind. Foot troops emerging in the same heinous glare of fire and light, silhouetted by the very lunar shimmer of the moon drifting on the sails of night, behind concealing think vapours and gnarled arabesque of miasma and tempest.  In the centre of those mounted knights, dressed in the same apparel to those at either of her sides was Atra- draped in the woven darkness of wrath and shadow she would be there to march against those who dared raise blade and arms against to that of her country and daughters, her family.

Nebulous miasma wafts upon the squall of midnight tempest descending transversely upon the quiescent landscape, veiling the countryside in peculiar vapors creeping in undulated ebb and flow resembling the ethereal sea of placid deluge upon unworldly shoreline. With an eerie pulsating luminosity within as it delicately envelops the conurbation her svelte figure materializing from within its median closer to those opposing legions, body swathed in leather and filmy gossamer attire, legging-slits revealing supple tones of snow-hued flesh thigh and toned legs, the enigmatic miasma lapping at the ankles of her black boots. Sheathed rapier and khopesh swinging in that unfurling wind of hatred and misanthropy as that abrupt kick is administered to stead, wintriness of the vehement unfurling winds tormenting drenched long tresses, beads of rain glistening like diamonds upon her moistened skin as lightening flashes in intermittent intervals, and thunder rumbles like an awakening Goliath, descending upon the land and those forces of Brunner from the unforgiving onyx-flecked heavens.  Left hand rises towards the sign beholding the archaic glyphs branded into the very flesh of her palm, from within the abyss of self again calling to her vitae bringing forth
the conjuring of the inner fires, closing her eyes urging her will to summon forth conflagration and the experiencing the fiery sensation within her vitae and veins, causing a feverish sweat to break upon her forehead from the heat within, blazing through the core of her being as if erupting from the fires of Hades and coming to surface through her very soul. Her will urging the flames to ignite from the very hand held before her as she chants a solitary utterance, the very reverberation again appears to linger and traverse upon the tendrils of nocturnal ecstasy. Battle magick in its most stunning and threatening manner to explode from palm outstretched and scathe the earth in violent pillars of infernal fires; The Fires of Armageddon- the flames of hell.

Horns blared as the stampede of men and beast would wage the final front of this 'undeclared' war, swords slicing and severing limbs upon limbs- the ground staining red from the fountains of vermillion that spurted from decapitations and amputated ligaments and appendages. Carnage had been sought and so carnage had been wrought over the land of Eden, what they had seeked they now found. Eden wasn't a realm run by the will of one, it was run by the will of many- condescended men never do well to protect their monarchs and patrons instead do little to serve them, perhaps even wish their peril in battle. Like her forces loved her, she gave them the respect and honor well deserved. KaliCity and Nakitta had served this battle well, Gabriela had also played her part of bravery and dedication not only for Atra but also her mother, and she had done many proud this night. Perhaps the battle was not yet over, but with the gloaming of Dawn it indeed would be, come what may unleash the bubbling plasma beneath the earth which caused slight tremors; heaving the ground to twist and ascend in peaks of jagged molten rock, if one was not ample upon their feet would soon meet their deaths on those peaking forms rising like infernal juggernauts.

The night stained with the painful screams of injured men, the crackling of burning craft and the eternal caw of murders of ravens flocking the skies like a decadent plague, swooping and attacking- pecking at eyes and fingers in those sharp serrated beaks, razor-spikes in wings slicing against the flesh of faces and throats, macerating and carving through the populace of soldiers as if they were equivalent to measly scraps of paper. Gullets slashed from ear to ear separating trachea and jugular, neckline only scarcely dangling by filaments of ligament and sinew. Troops eviscerated with tongues bitten out, eyes torn from sockets leaving wide gaping hollows and left in the spilling pools of blood forming like streams and lakes on the thirsty ground. Venturing onwards breaking through torso and ribcages with clenched fists gripping hearts, tearing organ from capillaries and arteries, gorging upon the throbbing tissue, glistening scalpel sharp incisors sinking fangs deep into the squishy core allowing their bodies to sprawl across the land staining war-beaten barren land, senses soaring from the succulent banquet; enticing others merely with sexual magnetism, appearing as alluring maiden exposing unclothed flesh and absolute exquisiteness, tempting them to stray and bend to every yearned desire of blood-want.
Mesmerizing black eyes full of curses and enchantment, lulling voice ensnaring them to languorous cradle bequeathing sinful salacious kiss upon ardent lips once before sword pierces through torso, perforating heart and severing spinal cord, cutting downwards with a cold-blooded rotated incision slashing as blood gushes, spewing over convulsing carcass. Straddling the lifeless corpse, fangs penetrate tearing through blood-splattered chest cavities devouring every single crimson-ruby spurt that satiates hankered palate.

Without hesitation she commences slaughtering the rest just as merciless and cruel, fetching spikes and thrusting the apexes deep into hearts or eyes as stead and forces forced their way deep through the heart of the opposing forces. Warriors ripping tongues out and maiming by breaking legs or vertebral columns, crippling instantaneously unable to move except to whimper like the animals they are. Mouthfuls of surfacing blood from haemorrhaging internal injuries surging in torrents up from lungs and throat, drowning some in their own fluids as they gurgle with vomited crimson substance. Smashing craniums into walls causing mass brain haemorrhages and fractures, breaking limbs and jaws with the impact of fist or elbow or hilt pommel. Crushing skulls with the mere impact of small hands crushing heads like grapes as bones crunch and snap at the impact ochre-liquid brain fluid seeping from ears and noses. Limbs torn from sockets, mutilating and decapitating, disembowelling the soft pit of stomach as hot entrails percolate spilling onto the dirt
like dark offerings. Intestinal tracts, livers and kidneys all but would be left as their bodies broke limp and souless. Chests split open by razor-sharp claws that sever and slice as effortlessly through thin sinews of skin as skilfully as the sword, moving from section to section assassinating them all, devoid of any empathy or mercy, carving them all down like inadequate pathetic cattle; cutting the dissoluteness from this world, allowing foul secrets to escape like fleeting ghosts, as their eyes seek salvation but only find that of hell. Mordantly slaughtering those who were once quietly reading but now lay like butchered lumps of dismembered meat, dancing blades dissecting straight through abdomens; torso's and craniums with forced expert twist, jab and swing of adept rapiers, Dark Knights taking some whom are alive and entwining their necks with chains and lynching them from trees like macabre wind chimes, listening and enjoying every gulp for air as legs struggle to grab footing, twirling within the harsh tempest winds until the last gulp struggles to inhale, eyes popping out or swelling with bloodshot expressions; tongues dangling out desiccated and parched from lack of saliva.

Other concerns entered her mind, not only was she angry that moments long awaited had been interrupted, but the thought to KaliCity and Nakitta alone in this battle where she should be at their side and now she was and wrath and fury guided her.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 12, 2005, 18:39:58

-Yes, the Commander had fallen and if she would be able to see her Daughter take charge in the way she did, Only the heavens know she would be smiling, pehraps almost in tears because of how proud she would be. But She will see that much later, and she was picked up as the carriage would arrive, her body would suffice under the wind of her strength and protection, she would be placed in the darkness of her carriage. The only thing right now, she would need is food, she was hungry, but soon enough she would have the strength the rise and slaughter the sacrifices beneath her sword and take their blood, only to begin to unleash hell once more in the name of her Queen.

But for now, the darkness would sway and comfort the darkened Commander. Outside, an order was issued towards the stallion known as Chaos, ears would prick forward, listening towards the Command of the flesh of his mistress, ears pricking back, stomping down his left forehoof, snorting in recommendation and the wings flared, making himself stand bigger, and those crimson eyes would glow. Anybody that would get through the gaurds that stood before the carriage and surrounded it, would have to deal with the Commander's highly trained Demonic Nightmare of the shadows. He may just look like a fancy horse, but there was a lot more to what appeared.

He then stood patiently, watching Gabriela walk off to find the essence of his Queen. If only he could talk!

Kalicity on the other hand, on the insides of this, her body and energy had fallen, her mind was not. Astral Projection was still present and she would lean into the nearest familiar creature she would unleash before her on the outsides, the one she most connected to, at a moment, it was Gabriela but she had just walked off and the next was her Stallion, Chaos.

"Chaos, M' Love, Please, I need food. I need blood. Bring m' food.."

The horse heard the voice of his mistress, and understood, those ears perked forward, gazing at the nearest man, the one of the three sacrifices that bowed down to their knee's, at the hold of those in Command. Quickly the horse would snort, whinny and cry out, the sound was horrible, dark as he shot forward, muscles hinged as he lunged,
teeth bared as those huge lips curled, maw ajar, the 'fangs' of a Nitemare, and the other men started to turn around and look in horror at what was happening as those teeth had grabbed onto the flesh of the back of one of those sacrifices, and he screamed and hollared, arms and legs flaring as he quickly reared up and flashed the body through the air, hooves jabbing at the legs, attempting to dislodge those knee's before he landed again, head dropping, hooves pounding, slaughtering against the body he held locked in his jaws, blood sept through the back of the mans shirt that was underneath his armor, which was removed as he was set under the watch of the men.

The Men that was gaurding stared in awe at the crazed act of this horse, and they started to move in, as if he were crazy. Hooves would lash out as he drove this man into the side of this carriage, the darkness echoed within, the calling, it was calling him, and he tended to snarl, a horse, a demonic horse as he reached the door, hooves still lashing, pushing and pulling, busting the side door open, looking upon the mistress, then suddenly he head dove into this carriage, throwing this man into there, his body a bloody mess, only allowing the essence to stir the Commander in her slumber, then as the body had fallen at her feet, he pulled himself back out, wings flared, swishing his tail, another scream, ears pinned back, teeth bared, pawing in bitter anger and frustration at these men, staring at him. Wanting his mistress, disliking all of them, every single one of them, waiting now.

                                                 
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As The Body was shoved into there, the nip and body of her steed had stirred her from the tired rest, a whimper, a whine even, as those weakened eyes slowly become into slits, but the essence of blood reached her nostrils, and this would allow her senses to stir, muscles would hinge as she slightly looked down passed down towards this already bloodied up man, fallen she was, pulling herself off of the cushions that comforted beneath her, and she fell. 'Plop', her body fell, right ontop of this body, she could hear her steed beneath her, so weak she was. She never liked appearing this week, then she looked down upon this body, the blood pouring from the wounds that had already been made by Chaos. A Tongue slipped out, running along the side of his back, he flinched, but as she curled the tongue back in, she swallowed it, her body only ached for more, wanted more.

Suddenly her claws and hands would clinch, gripping and digging into the flesh, the man's muscles would suddenly curl, the blood was so good, her fangs now being seen, driving furthermore into the basis of his upper back, the blood flowing as he started to cry out, heavenly, the man was still alive but weak, but alive, and this would make the blood rich and more fluid, sweet to the most part.

As her fangs dug into his back, she drank, and drank until she could get no more from what she wanted, her strength in hunger, growing stronger and her claws would pull down, ascending her weight and pulling it further up, pulling him down, the man screamed, fangs suddenly drove deep into the side of his neck, placed over the basis of the circulation and major arteries in the neck, drinking now, her muscles coming
together into a firm and horrid embrace, holding onto this man like it was her life at stake, in a way at was, but to sacrifice his, he would be giving life back to the Commander. Blood would be drizzling to the side of her face, down her lips, over her neck and as the man was soon enough drained, her fangs ripped away from his body and her tongue was licked, she looked around her left shoulder and gazed outside towards her steed, looking at the men that were coming out to stare at him in awkward desire. With enough strength, she came out of that carriage upon weak feet, eyes blurred as she stared at these men, eyes burning.

"Touch him, and Y' Die! All of you! Go back t' yer business and D' what the Captain told ye, before I unleash holy hell on all of yer worthless hides!"  She snarled at them, her fangs stained in crimson, as they stared in complete horror, they slowly turned around and went to their work, she glanced at her steed, stroking him softly. "Thank ye' M' love, I must rest, I will join ye' soon. Promise." She planted a kiss upon the muzzle of Chaos, and he seemed more at ease as she crawled back into the carriage, her body had to heal, her energy had to regain and all she could do for that was rest. Falling onto the cushioned like couched, she fell back to sleep within the morbid Carriage. Now, she wasn't fully vulnerable, her daughter had taken care of her, and she will be reprimended for that, later though, for now, she must rest, must rest.-

[Radu the Ferenczy]

"I want these insignificant intruders...DESTROYED!"  The anger and hatred was seducing.  The parasitic organism, the vampire inside of him fed these notions of arrogance and power through his very bloodstream. With a light simple gesture, something valuable smashed against the far wall as he stormed down towards the entrance way of the Palace. Servants were falling in line behind him to clean up after in his wrath.  " Send word to Kain and Malagen.  Any enemies that are left alive, its furtive that they be impaled as the Dragon had once done...a forest of living rotting corpses!"  His voice carried as the front doors were pulled heavily opened and the night air came whispering in around his figure. More soldiers were lining up in formation upon his command.  His loyal legion was at the ready.

These specialized forces were distinguished by their armor ( ala Drake style from Blade Trinity ), fearsome designed metal, crafted in the depictions of demonic warriors.  They stood motionless in the dark shadows that swam around the Palace Courtyard.  Thralls hustled back and forth, bringing those who would ride mounts ( those wearing heavy scarlet cloaks ), and passing out wicked weapons for the sole purpose of mutilating their victims.  Radu was not in the best of moods...his long awaited union had been shattered by these foolish simplistic beings, who had no chance in Hell of ever overtaking nor defeating the Realm of Eden. But they had to try, not the most well thought out idea to come out of Ayenee.  His own horse was brought forward.  A lean muscled, armored beast.  In all appearances that of a well kept Mare...save for her glowing red eyes, and the fact she had wings, leathery membranes that stretch wide as she shakes her head and bearing elongated fangs.

Slipping up into the saddle, Radu would lead the very best of Mortara out towards the battlefield.  Though half his own numbers would be left behind in order to guard their own city, what he was bringing would be more than enough.  The Gates were opened, the drawbridge of massive steel was lowered across the chasm that protected the front from entrance, with the backof the city nestled against the mountains, the mighty force riding out, marching at a brisk route step in order to further persuade the invaders, those that were still alive to turn back while they still had their lives. If not  only to remain close by Atra's side than anything else.  If he could not be with her in private, then he would damn sure make it known in public.  The sound of their feet were as thunder.  Arriving behind Atra, eventually.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 14, 2005, 08:53:13

-Her eyes glared forward at the crazed fighting that was taking place before her eyes, the legions of Brunner had dwindled and were now water thin struggling to move forward. From the back where Kalicity and herself had been just moments ago, all chaos had broken free on the enemy lines, without someone to lead them the soldiers had resorted to barbaric tactics, killing all those who posed a threat, not keeping any sort of line. From the top of her mount Gabriela watched this, her mind playing on possibilities. "Push forward!" she yelled over the sound of fighting, that sweet voice would be swept up by the wind, it would caress those who fought under the Imperial Commander, and for the first time Gabriela's voice would be heard. The legions she now commanded would adapt quickly trusting in their Commanders capable hands, who ever this new Captain was Kalicity had trusted her, and so would they. "Break their lines completely, leave no room for retreat!"

Gabriela leaned down sharply her hand shooting out to grab the shoulder of a passing swordsman, "Gather fifty men, go as far left as you can, wait for my signal. When a path is opened I want you to cut through all the way to the back of the lines, they are confused, lost without their leader, and mostly the wounded are kept there." Her lips pursed for a moment as a few dark strands of hair escaped from her braid to caress her features, "Don't leave anyone alive, we'll be doing them a favor by slitting there throats," a pause came upon her as she stared forward, "you'll be alone for some time, until we can completely break their line."

The man nodded once and move forward, calling to those whom had trained with him. She watched them depart towards the left and turned back to the battle before her. It was then that she would feel the darkness that practically crawled over the land. Her head tilted towards the approaching Queen, Gabriela was some distance away, and liked it that way. She'd rather watch this from afar than be a nuisance to even the Queen herself. Shaking her head quietly she pulled the reins of her mount and trotted forward towards the battle, there was a lingering sensation inside of her that felt like fear, something in her was unsure of going back in there, something inside her remembered the faces of those who littered the ground some who had still been alive.

This fear was overcome as she finally pushed forward into the battle itself, her hand opening fingers twisting slightly into the figure of the hilt of ShadowFang. Fingers trembled as they closed tightly the leather bound base of the ax forming there, the darkness that came forward seemed enough to breathe life into her weapon again. In little time Gabriela was once again pushing forward with the rest of the soldiers, sharp end of the ax being brought down hard upon skulls or unguarded faces. Her left hand tightly wrapped the around the reins pulled Brat's head sharply to the left causing a sea of flames to burst forward from his mouth sending flanks of men to their knees as their flesh melted against their armor. But the fighting was dying away, towards the left she could make out the breaking line that her swordsman was responsible for, this caused a smile to creep over her lips.

Brat's hooves danced over the pleading figures of those who lived, a heavy stomp every now and then landing flat on a forehead breaking the skull and causing brains to squeeze through ears and noses. She watched now as the Queen herself brought down her own anger on what was left of this enemy army. The battle was close to done?and the responsibility she felt for Kalicity?s fall was biting at her heart. -

[Uriel]

Angel of Death
May 16, 2005, 22:16:26

Uriel's anger at the intruders had reached a point where he could no longer be described as truly sane. His flesh began to fade leaving only a skeletal shadow gleaming brightly amidst the grim carnage. Silently he began to dance to some unseen melody, death sliding and waltzing amongst the corpses and torn flesh. Grasping a soul here, ripping the final fragments of a soul there until he found the one whom he sought. The soul of the commander clung tightly to its headless body, but Death reached for it, hearing the sub-ethereal screams of terror as it recognised whose bony grasp sought to wrench it free, for Death had a fair idea that this soul knew what fate was in store for it. Breaking the bond holding it to the body, Uriel clasped it and squeezed the pitiful fragment of what had once been a foolish man in his hand feeling it wriggle against his unfleshed knuckles, hearing it beg for the Infinite mercy of the One.

Grinning, skull glowing with a dark pseudo-light, shining golden orbs deep within the eye sockets he spoke in the coldest of voices, a voice that instilled terror into men, and any that lived as this was generally the last voice they ever heard
"Thou dost ask for the mercy of the one, whose minion dost thou believe hast thou soul clenched tightly. Knowest thou, this unfleshed form tis here on the Divine Recognitions behalf, and she whom is Eden, has his support and backing for within her nature is honour. Nay little soul, His mercy is for those whom deserve it, thy fate shall be as a gift to She whom has touched mine heart, and doth rulest this wondrous land"

He reached down, and with an easy touch, removed the heart from the body of the fallen corpse. Using his will, he bound the soul to that now dead flesh, and carrying it close he moved through the army, giving his special gift to any whom stood in his way. A very special benediction, with a surprise twist as his fingers touched their foreheads and they fell lifeless. Such was the way of Death, let those whom want something for nothing have something for nothing, just give them a thing that they never expected.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 17, 2005, 07:30:01

-Sleep had found her, yet not that much sleep was needed to rejuvinate the powerful Commander. But an hour had past, maybe a little more and those eyes had flickered open, the darkness had seeped through as those colored hues glared, they stared effortlessly into the shadow, seeing the dead body that her steed had ignited through the side of her 'cell'. Muscles would arise, would come together as she slowly lifted herself from the cushions that made her so comfortable during this periodic rest. Shoulders rolling back as she quietly looked around, then found her feet to steady herself as she stood up and stepped outside into the real world of Eden. Her mind drifting, a dry tongue slithering past her teeth as her mouth tasted like cotton, she needed to feed.

A welcome nip from Chaos as the soft muzzle of the stallion came upon and nudged her on the arm, and a hand of welcoming would arise and softly strong the muzzle of her stallion, whispering softly, "Good boy." The men that were gaurding her, were on the other side of the carriage, they knew not of her awakening, but they would know soon enough. She would then come around, step by step, eager silence as she looked over these men, she looked to the two, that were standing gaurd when the Commander had told them to protect the Captain, These men imparticular were insubordinate to the will, disobeying the Command of those given. Upper lip curled as she quickly came up behind them, her body so smooth as her hand come out, mind drifting, hands snapping as both of her hands came out and snapped them around the first mans body, into the back it drove the tips of her gauntlets 'talons' directly into the upper back of the man to the left, through the muscle, the man didn't even have time to scream, until fangs were driven further more into the basis of this mans neck Along the veins her body only tightened as if to bring the body ever more closer than it already was, feeding ravenously, her hunger sought more, she wanted more, and as the men had stared at her in quite disbelief and disgust at the actions of their Commander, they were Commanded to stay, so they had to stay.

When she was done with this body, she moved towards the next standing body, which was the male that was standing right next to this one, as she moved in to grab him, he started to back up, fear in his eyes, his started to scream in the ways of denial and stress, and then dropping his weapons he flipped around and started to run, but before he even got a stride into his running, he was already grabbed by the Commander, her strength so powerful as she pulled him back into the basis of those gauntlets, using them as stakes to hold him into his place, and she began to feed on him, most likely, once she was done with him, she had fed on one more, and then she would of had her fill, oh yes, this was the time she needed, the food she needed to heal herself completely, and he would be on the battlefield within minutes..soon, she will make her return. Very soon.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

~ Nakitta ~
May 17, 2005, 15:56:55

~ Kitta watched every second of the moment unfold with her niece being dealt a wounding blow. Her eyes pitch black with incensed rage now as a deafining feral growl filled with the vehemence of the hells echoed out over the entire battlefield shuddering it's way through anyone and everyone upon that field. She flaps her midnight black wings taking flight off of Eclipse's back rapidly shooting hellfire arrows two and three at a time now as she carves out a path through the remaining men of the opposing army of Brunners as her eyes keep a constant fix upon her sister and niece.

The rage boiling her blood inside her that any dared to wound anyone this demoness considered family seemed to only add more fuel to the fury that was Kitta. Her right hand swung out now and beautiful black and crimson sword appears in her hand the handle made from the skull of a mortal the very first one who's soul she reaved from his body. A malicious sneer curls her lips as she hovers above these pathetic mortal mice with soul reaver in her hand and her bow slung upon her back. Her swings are of pure precision and calculation as she lands in the middle of the fray dancing that deadly sultry ballet of death as she decapitates and cleaves through many an enemy in the throes of fury as she makes her way to her sister and niece. Her body swaying and weaving through the steps of this ancient dance of death untill she is at her sisters side.

A low growl slips from those succulent lips as she reaches her sister fighting at her side her voice holding a deadly calm as she speaks.

" Tell me sister where is the bastard who dared to harm your daughter and my niece for his head will be mine "~

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 18, 2005, 00:45:10

-A memory so full, the distance of proclaimation daring itself through those eyes as she had feasted of the last of the three male's that she had chosen to be her quarry. Lips drifted, eyes narrowing as she looked upon the approaching creature that was Kitta. Upper lip curled into a deadly hiss, one that seemed of a forlorned warning of a shadow coming across her body, but to pull back away from that warning, the blood drizzling from the midst, the side of her gaping jaw, fangs elongated, her body had pulled herself out of this 'coma' of defiance as she drown herself in the essence of family, straightening herself, muscles hinging as she stared momentarily at her sister, before realizing what had happened. She knew what had happened, it took but a second to get out of her feeding frenzy, listening to the voice of her sister.

"They are dead, by the hand O' m' Sword M' Lady.I too suffered lil' injury, but nothing too much that w' couldn't heal."

Her voice was smooth, a little heaved due to the feeding, then she rose to look down on those that would conquest, the war was nearly over, the dire consequences were taking place an d she glanced towards her sister, bowing her head. "The Captain has done well in m' sted, I am very proud O' her, but once more I must join them and end this, it is nearly over. I would b' even more proud for ye' to join with us, M' lady, so we can triump t' gether."

With a snap of her fingers, her proud Stallion would come to her side, nudging her shoulder softly and she turned around, grapling the irons in her boots as she jumped into the saddle of her beautiful Chaos. The reins in her hands, she glanced down to Kitta, softly speaking. "I 'ave the Commander, Commadere(Sp) and Captain's heads of these foolish armies collected and ready to present to our Queen, When w' return to Eden, I would like t' mount them on the entrance to our Castle walls. Please make sure, this is t' be done." Then pausing a minute, bowing her head. "M'Lady, a pleasure t' fight by yer side."

And with that, she leaned forward. "Chaos, M' love, lets finish this." And with that, the powerful horse would rear, haunched pushed back and forced under his huge occupation and driving himself forward and his rider at a steady pace, huge hooves clammering down on the ground in a steady four-beat gallop down towards the battle grounds, /A Venom's Kiss/  Withdrawn, ready to finish what should have never been started.-

OOC: Sorry so crappy..its really late..or should I say..early..right now..ugh.. Tongue

[The Eden Chronicles]

~ Nakitta ~
May 18, 2005, 14:28:15

~ Kittas black mirrored gaze stays upon the visage of her sister as her sisters words flow to her ears. She nods to her sister as she is indeed right it is time to finish this war and savor the victory. Her comment on the heads being mounted on the castle wall indeed pleased Kitta for it would make a very nice statement that Eden will indeed not stand idly by and be overrun by egotistical boasting vagrants that claim they can take down the rulership of Eden.

She whistles low abd barely audible upon the breeze to Eclipse. Her demon mount hearing his mistresses's call indeed comes thundering towards her, Kitta grabs the pommel of the saddle as Eclipse gallops by and swings herself into the saddle turning eclipse just enough to follow her sisters lead with her own sword Soul Reaver at the ready in her right hand. Her voice filled with dark venom as she speaks while ridding along at her sisters side.

" Yes dear sister lets finish this so we can indeed go and enjoy the victory celebrations awaiting us."~

[The End of All Light.]

Queen of Eden - Sorceress of Aoyn
May 18, 2005, 20:00:24

The battlefield was indeed stained with the blood of Eden and Ayenee, with much of the slaughter the winds had swooned to their own laments and requiems of defeat and victory- nothing had changed and in the fury of battle enlightenment swept swiftly upon the taloned hands of ancient sufferings and wishes for a means to an end rather than a means to a new beginning. What was left but the bitterness and the voraciousness of further wars and bloodshed; perhaps a sense of peace was what she required or found a need to indulge in; everything seemed so pathetic and pitiful- animals; accolades of carnal sins and desires manifested in the craving for another's blood, these men of Ayenee, fighting against an evil that never really existed or one that was so blatantly obvious, obvious that it screamed for release from an even more pathetic world, one less deserving for such quintessential epitomes. The world had changed and alas she had not with it- but a new breath would be ushered to the soul of another; a brush of her wings against the threshold of the ether and worlds and times beyond the breach of the void, to caress that darkness and chaos with a new flame.

Men died, men were reborn as monsters or the undead fighting against the ones once marched for and rubbed shoulder with; brothers no more, those were the perils of war, loss was a fact of war and luckily none close to Atra's heart had been lost in the thick miasma or the blackened wings of death shrouding the mantle of forlorn and forsakenness, a welcoming embrace to the souls of damnation. A libertine of war to those who fought and defended what was rightfully their's. Could that be defined as evil or an act of evil to the eyes of the dark beloved whom took her weapon and so artistically carved and sliced them with the dance of mithril and death runes. The battle was doomed at its beginning to fail against a legion so strong and organized; one that did not serve for duty directly but will, a respect of honor and loyalty if not an act of love.

In mass quantities each fell broken and shattered on the battlefield, like smashed dolls beaten by an uncaring hand, one without mercy or regret, a collective mind without conscience and one that would look back upon such massacre with sorrowful dulcet eyes. The blood fury had gathered and exploded within those archaic veins wrought from the wrath of battle from that unholy spark of creation and thus it would
distinguish much the same as when first lit by the flames of passion and ardency; one that would never be bequeathed from the darkness or that soul of fervour, it was an illusion. What was reality? what was real? The blood glistening on her flesh, the warm sensation tingling upon her tastebuds as that intoxicating high shivered throughout the entirety of her body. Sense lifting to the tempested dark firmament and swarming like a plague across the darkened lands of Eden, on a moonless night where the only sounds emitted on the winds were the cries of the tormented or wounded left beaten, drowning in their own fetid ichors- fleeting and evaporating into the dehydrated barren plains. Was sacred land now cursed by the blood-spill of this slaughter? The very scent stained thick within the gusts of barbed wind-song, odes of death, an aria of demise.

Delicate hands gripping tighter at the leathered reins of her stead, knuckles tightening beneath skin whitening in that grasp of tension and discordant misanthropy. Breath harsh and pluming in wintry frosts, sylph-like in smoky-tufts like smoke rising from the cooling maws of the serpent; both of fire and venom- oozing from the parapets of the soul, or bordering on the thresholds of madness; what had befallen this fateful evening? victory or something far more unperceivable? From those dark lips of blood and vermillion, from the quenched oesophagus bequeathed in the fiery metallic essence of blood a new energy arose, one released by a blood-curdling howl profaning the cries of death and the dying. In synchronization those who marched with her intonated the same symphony of cacophony and discordant elegy of destruction, chaos and conclusion- a nocturnal orchestra of howls and infernal moans; the beating of blades and shields for the battle had been won, so what now was left but the celebration of all their spoils and trophies? Everything had been noted, the alliance of Eden had proven to be strong, infallible and failure certainly did not rear its ugly head amongst those whom swore fealty to their Commander and their Queen and those who defended what was theirs; their cities and their properties; their people and their slaves, nothing had been lost but instead gained. The land of Eden was sated in blood and thus now it would remain a place of purity and impurity. Darkness its sovereign had declared that never light or sun would ever stain the horizon and gloaming Hyperion of Eden. The war was over, and the cries of victory sealed the celebrations to begin as the banners of Eden rose high and weary soldiers began marching back to their governing cities and Atra along with them.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 18, 2005, 21:02:47

-Alas, the chylde's darkest heart would sway, orbs flickered, passively as she drew closer to this crowd, before she knew it though, even after slices had come across the heads of the foe of her comrads, they fell and the battle was won at the hand of Eden.

Lips pursed together, as the cheering of a roaring crowd bursts into hurrays and compesation for their victory, the Queen had raised a hand in celebration and turned to face the grounds in which they had just finished in defending off from intruder, and the others had followed. Yet this Commander would not directly follow. Azure hues would settle upon her daughter, driving Chaos forward through the crowd at a trot, fluid and powerful before gracefully descending to an at ease walk, she approached her Captain and joined her side, looking to her, her sword already sheathed behind her back, hands lightly drowning on the reins and she moved Chaos over with the pressure of her leg.

"Gabriela, Captain..My daughter. Believe it or not, I am proud of the way ye' handled today, In the ways O' m' injuries y' took control of what was originally mine and did a job so well. Y' will definately be repromended fer' yer' bravery and accomplishments this day. Y' have proved yerself t' me, in the darkest O' times, As Commander and yer' mother, I would b' honored t' Celebrate tonight, with ye' by M' side." Chaos stood beneath her, silent and quite, ears pricked back, listening to the words of his mistress, eyes softeneing, watching, a mother to her daughter.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

Keaira
May 18, 2005, 21:03:10

Stealth was of the most critical importance in such matters. Adrenaline sent black blood pounding through her veins, tremors of excitement traversing her spine at the possibility of finally having located someone for her to prey upon. But she forces herself to calm down--getting her hopes up yet again might only lead to further disappointment. She didn't know quite what she would find once she reached the origin of the sound ever increasing in decibility. While she was certain the  sounds had to signify the presence of sentinent creatures it might just turn out that there were none worth her time and effort. While quite eager for a capture, she still had some  standards that were necessary for her to live up to. Keaira did have a reputation to maintain after all! And if this sign of human life turned out to be her lucky break, she still had to remain calm and rational if she were going to have a chance at success. Bah...she laughed. As if she would fail!!

Soon it became obvious that the action she was being drawn to was not occuring within the sanctity of the forest. In fact,  the woods were more or less completely deserted she soon discovered as she came to the place where forest met field. Keeping her body carefully concealed she would take careful notice of all that was occuring. She had quite the vantage point, standing at the top of a hill overlooking the area It appeared that she had stumbled upon a battle of some kind, crimson lips twisting upward into a smirk as she bathed in the horrific violence of it all. She allowed herself a few moments of living vicariously...the dying shrieks of soliders as they crumbled to the ground like a symphony...the tantalizng smell of thick coppery blood weighing heavily in the air was euphoric...coupled with the sight of bodies...many bodies, some haced to pieces, others spurting blood. It made for quite the aesthetic experiece, and Kea had  trouble tearing her attention away.

She toyed with the idea of entering the battle herself, at least long enough to take a captive. But...it would be too messy, too much work work...and would draw too much attention to herself. Her perferred tactic was to strike and move out quickly, before the absence of whomever she had claimed was noticed. Most thought of her as a yellow bellied coward, never bothering to stay in fight...perhaps there might be some truth to such a belief (Though Kea would certainly never admit to such a notion and would quite brutally harm any who accused her of such), but she was really just quite lazy. There was no point in fighting when there was opportunity to just take and run. Arguments over ownership were just getting so taxing,  and really quite annoying. She perferred to save her energies for more fun and worthwhile activities, like planning and implementing new tortures upon her victims.

Glittering emeralds would focus upon a figure at the bottom of the hill...while she was occupied with warding off several opponants,  she appeared set apart from the main battle, almost as though she were overseeing things. Her lips purse at such a possibility before finally twisting upward in something that could be almost deemed a smile, though it had no warmth nor humor to it. Yes...this was the one she would pursue. She did admirably in warding off those that seemed to buzz around her and her horse like flies. The woman sat straight in her saddle, ,giving off the appearance of power and control...Power and control that should be,  would be Keaira's! Anger pulsed within her as she watched for several more moments with narrowed eyes.

Before proceeding, she would bend down, rolling up her pants leg to reveal a sheath securely fastened to her thigh. Grasping the handle of the weapon, she would slide cool metal over firm leather, revealing the shiny silver of her prized dagger. Fingers lightly stroke the blood stained surface, whispering lightly beneath her breath...  "Soon...soon, my darling...soon you shall have a taste of blood." She was certain her blade would have quite joyous times playing with the woman Keaira had decided was to be her next victim.

She relyed upon centuries of training as she moved quietly yet quickly down the hillside, trying to blend  Keeping her body low, she relyed upon just the slightest bit of magic released to cameflouges any sounds she might make. Fifty feet..ten feet...Preparing herself now, not even breathing as she stood directly behind the woman. She took only a moment to gauge her attack...five feet was close enough, she had to move quick, quickly. Launching herself forward, still without out sound, her free hand would reach out to grasp at Gabriela's thick braid, to twist it about her hand like one might do a rope.  At the same time, she would jerk backwards, an attempt to forcibly drag the vampire from her mount. Her movements were seamless, ,as though she made a career out of pulling woman from horses. Her dagger flashes as she snakes that arm out, attempting to place the sharp edge to her intended victim's neck.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 18, 2005, 21:59:52

-At the foot of a low hill Gabriela sat on her mount, her small hands wrapped in the silk gloves holding loosely the reins of her mount, watching over the last few strikes of war. There seemed a loneliness in her features as legions began to pull back, as the dead were left and those who still lived were killed in a last show of kindness?perhaps the only kindness in this god forsaken place. Her head hung slightly there, eyes down upon her bloody figure. Her clothing was soaking in cold blood, drying blood, it made her shudder but not as much as other thoughts,the dark ideas that crossed her mind as she watched the darkness roll away like the living breathing thing it now became. Part of her felt detached, and perhaps that was her mistake. Her mind was wandering over things, the place she found herself in now as she watched her Mother move forward and her Queen lead those whom had fought back towards the gates of Eden. The sound of cheering, the laughter and hard nudges that men gave one another seemed to form a bond that few could break .And this is why Eden would never fall, "Never," she whispered as if to give power to her thoughts.

Her back slowly straightened, her eyes held something incredibly young in them. While most saw with ancient knowledge Gabriela saw things in the perspective of youth and vigor, she saw the desire to live and frowned upon needless death. But this was not needless; there was reason and maybe even beauty here. It was upon her Mother who moved towards her, that captured Gabriela's attention. A bitter-sweet smile that came lightly to her lips as she heard the things spoken, the words that she had ached to hear for so long?acceptance for the one woman who meant something, from the only person who could dictate how Gabriela lived. "This victory was for you beloved Mother. My beloved Goddess of war and blood," her head bowed slightly giving this magnificent creature the respect that she deserved, "From me you shall have whatever you desire, I live to serve you."

Her eyes narrowed, the golden hues seeming to glance at something in the far right of her vision. Upon the breeze a breath of warmth came, a warmth that should have continued through the trees but found itself reflected off something. She was surprised she felt such a detail, that her awareness rose out to touch such odd little things. Her curiosity however was not really peaked, and it was at this moment something was running forward towards her. Her back to it, Gabriela continued to wonder idly at what might have caused such an odd change in the environment around her. It was a breath of fresh air that caused her whole body to grow tense, something that didn't belong here, something out of the fresh clean forest, something?

Gloved fingers clung tightly to the reins giving a sharp pain that caused Brat to scream out his outrage just as Kalicity had begun to move forward. Brat rose on his back legs, her hair, that thick blood matted braid pulled right out of her grip escaping her closing fingers. The horse sensed suddenly what Gabriela had realized with perhaps half a second time to react, enough time to give that hard yank to the reins, enough to send Brat forward in a fit of whining screams and kicking feet. Gabriela wanted to turn immediately but Brat held his own ideas, and his anger and rage was immediately brought forward as it dashed forward. Its front legs planted firmly and a furious kick back was given at the simple sensation of something there, something unknown, and out of its sight.

If this creature that came upon her, that aimed for her hair was coming down directly from a jump there would be little chance of her being able to avoid a direct hoofed kick to her face or any area from there down to her abdominal area. Her head tilted slightly, eyes caught the first glance at what this thing was? A woman, a strange woman who held a vicious looking little dagger in her hand. Her eyes were wide with surprise, with utter unexpected excitement as she pressed her knees into Brat's side pulling on its reins harshly to turn it around. Though anyone's first reaction might be to draw a weapon Gabriela was just so surprised, so startled by this all that she wanted a look at her, her curiosity for a moment gripping her better sense of protection. -