[14-21:59] 7a7c0, *Zaron : * Gets hit by a pillow*
[14-21:59] 04ff4, *Sacha : Good, now i do need a drink
[14-22:00] 7a7c0, *Zaron : Want me to make you one?
[14-22:01] 04ff4, *Sacha : (sorry but I have get to bed so Sacha is just going crash on the bed but keep RPin)
[14-22:01] 7213a, *Tiffany : *yawns missing her beloved coffin allready
[14-22:01] 7a7c0, *Zaron : ((kk))
[14-22:02] 7213a, *Tiffany : (i will be leaving shortly its nearly 4 and i got a busy day)
[14-22:02] 7213a, *Tiffany : (night mum sweet dreams*)
[14-22:02] 7a7c0, *Zaron : * Looks at Tiffany.* You didn't think I was gonna shoot you two, did ya?
[14-22:03] 7213a, *Tiffany : *lightly shrugs*i woulda kicked your ass if you did
[14-22:04] 7213a, *Tiffany : *just at that point her own jetlag kicks in and she passes out on the bed*
[16-12:36] 085c1, Zarr: *Walks inside from without.. he looks around knowing the place but not how long he's been gone**
[16-12:36] 085c1, Zarr: (test)
[16-12:36] 085c1, Zarr: (( ah much better))
[16-12:37] 085c1, Zarr: (( why is it that i go away, then i come back and no ones ever here))
[16-12:43] 085c1, Zarr: (( well ill talk with you soon))
[17-14:03] a33b7, Zarr Darkhaven: ( damn still no one here?)
[17-14:03] a33b7, Zarr Darkhaven: †gone†
[20-10:56] cdae1, werwolf: *smells the air* smells like someone has been here recently...
[21-00:23] 007ef, •Morguline: (At least spell the damn word right...)
[22-18:23] 7213a, Liz: (peeks seing a lurker)
[22-18:25] 7213a, Liz: (*skitters out*)
[22-20:47] 8942f, *Zaron : * Sits at the desk in his suite, looking over some papers.*
[22-20:54] 8942f, *Zaron : * Stands and walks over to his satchel. Opens it and pulls out a tome. Returns to the desk, opens the tome, and begins to read it.*
[22-21:09] 8942f, *Zaron : (( Echo * fading* echo, cho, o))
[22-21:09] 7213a, *Tiffany: *is still sleeping on the bed..da,mn this girl sleeps allot*(eats the echo)
[22-21:12] 8942f, *Zaron : * Reads the tome aloud, chanting in Aramaic.*
[22-21:13] 7213a, *Tiffany : *those grey eyes flick open and she grumbles..rubs her eyes and slips from the bed leaning over Zarons shoulder with a dangerouse yawn*
[22-21:16] 8942f, *Zaron : * Hears the yawn and stops. Looks over his shoulder at Tiffany.* Mornin
[22-21:18] 7213a, *Tiffany : Morning*looks around as if looking for something*so where's breakfast?
[22-21:18] 8942f, *Zaron : Or should I say evening?
[22-21:20] 7213a, *Tiffany : eve..morning whats the diffrence..know wheres breakfast?
[22-21:21] 8942f, *Zaron : It's in the satchel, look for the bottle with the most recent date on it and drink up
[22-21:22] 7213a, *Tiffany : icky..bottled crap
[22-21:22] 8942f, *Zaron : You get used to it
[22-21:23] 7213a, *Tiffany : well I aint*slips out the room to go find some real food*
[22-21:25] 8942f, *Zaron : Alrighty. * Shrugs and returns to his tome.*
[24-11:24] 7fcd8, Zarr: (( wtf no ones ever here. whatever)) looks around the house finding no one. somewhat wonders where everyone is... if everyone " alive " or not. there are no more beers.**
[24-11:25] 7fcd8, Zarr: ** leaves once again**
[24-18:14] 8942f, *Zaron : * Sighs as he finishes the tome. Carefully he closes it and puts it back on the desk. Out of sheer habit, he licks as lips as he thinks...wondering if indeed he can find those whom he's seeking out here. He's already found one person, but can he find the other?*
[24-20:51] 007ef, •Morguline: (::prowls..::)
[24-20:55] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*attacks...I mean uh...*))
[24-21:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She catches her feet and luges again, this time more a jump, snarling*
[24-21:03] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *lunges
[24-21:04] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: Hehe
[24-21:04] 007ef, •Morguline: *still residing in his corner, though no real way to go, he makes zero effort to evade .. readys himself, hands at his sides,opened - eyes partly narrowed, but not of anger..*
[24-21:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She collides with his chest, his height forcing her to grapple her arms around his shoulders to keep from dropping. Her arms now entangled, she uses the only weapong left, her teeth. She sinks the into the nape of his neck, her Kin fangs sinking into the tough flesh*
[24-21:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *weapon
[24-21:11] 007ef, •Morguline: *his hands clamp onto her sides, fingers donning one-inch wolven-like claws, though not used to damage .. his neck muscles tighten as the bite penetrates, preventing some bleeding, but his potent vital becomes exposed regardless - teeth clutched, pain streaming through his body, allowing it*.. Careful, I bite back... *his nails poke slightly into her sides, head tipping toward the side she attacked*..
[24-21:12] 007ef, •Morguline : (Iconzor!)
[24-21:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Some of the liquid enters her mouth, hot, nearly burning. He vision clouds as a sickenly sweet sensation entagles her body. Her heart, already racing thunders in her ears as the most primal of urges surfaces itself in her. If she were Fully Garou she might shift, but, being as she was, she could only sink her teeth in further, her hands slipping with her own blood, now starting to dry*
[24-21:20] 007ef, •Morguline : *his flesh regenerating, even in Homid, limited due to the solid punctures .. fingers curl slightly, nails pushing through cloth and into skin, ten small wounds - crimson fluid flows thicker as she pushes deeper, head cranked to the side, hardening her effort some*..
[24-21:27] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She withdraws her bite and hisses into his neck, her body moving against his, a pressing heat. Her eyes squeeze closed and she's panting...The blood just past her lips invites her tounge to taste it again, she presses her mouth to the wound with less force and more exploration*
[24-21:30] 007ef, •Morguline : *his blood turns black, thick, and acidic bile now .. flowing against her lips, her face - lips twist into a half-assed grin*.. Learn your place, Kin. *spoken with the insult on a Get can produce .. additionally, his claws bury fully at her tone sides, clutching*..
[24-21:31] 007ef, •Morguline : *thus, invoking his Venom Blood Gift*..
[24-21:31] 007ef, •Morguline : *thus, invoking his Venom Blood Gift*..
[24-21:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her lips twist into a snarl again and her anger quickly returns as hot as before. Her knee raises hopefully to his grion, as she pushes away from him, his claws probably tearing her skin and her shirt*
[24-21:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *groin
[24-21:32] 007ef, •Morguline : (only, not on. Bah.)
[24-21:36] 007ef, •Morguline : *full regeneration allowed now, the holes begin to seal gradually, shoulder and a majority of half his coat dark with his own blood .. her knee does connect, into the mass that is between his legs - pain travels, quickly, his body looms forward, nails withdrawing as he shoves her toward the floor*..
[24-21:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *additionally, he removes the effects of the Gift*..
[24-21:41] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She falls back onto and spits, wiping her mouth with her own bloodied fist. She pulls herself to her feet, sneering* Svoloch...(bastard)...
[24-21:44] 007ef, •Morguline : *a hand claps onto his neck tightly, nearly motionless otherwise .. staring down at her, and staring her down, his grin nearly a sneer itself - taughting*.. You have the drive, but not the blood. What a shame... *head rights mostly, a little tipped as he watches her every movement*..
[24-21:48] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She glares up at him, murder in her eyes. She's trembling, but doesn't react. His words reminds her of the differences between them. She pulls her self up, radiating Silver Fang dignity* I have better blood than you could dream of, Get.
[24-21:51] 007ef, •Morguline : *the half-gloved hand on his neck lowers, wounds healed*.. You are born of us, however not with us. *hands slowly curl into huge fists, seldom blinking, staring daggers directly into her eyes*.. Insignificant.
[24-21:54] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Insignificant? Go bare a son with one of -you-, and face you death when he is deformed. You are the incompitant ones. *Smirks...tearing the broken ends off her shirt*
[24-21:54] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *your
[24-21:59] 007ef, •Morguline : *his eyes widen, and if fire could physically exist in his icy-blue hues, they would right now*.. You..... *he glares, pointedly, at her, his Rage pluses like lava in his veins .. liquid steel oozes from the gauntlet of his left hand, engulfing it completely, quickly hardening to a plated apperance - lengthy talons loom from each finger*.. A curse..... *low, gravely voice*..
[24-22:01] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : And you the fault which cast it. *Her chin raises nobily, green eyes like iron. *
[24-22:04] 007ef, •Morguline : And also the way to spread it... *a step taken forward, steel-toed boot connects soundly with the floor .. metal fingers shifting at his side*.. Pain unconcieveable.
[24-22:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She doesn't move, still trembling and her chest rsing in sharp breaths, but her struggle for self control has become nearly sucessful. She turns her eyes away from his, a last sign of respect, and begins wiping at the blood on her hand with her tattered shirt, pulling pieces of glass and wood out of the broken flesh*
[24-22:11] 007ef, •Morguline : *the steel, double-edged claws lengthen, twice as long .. they raise toward her head as it turns, millimeters from her face*.. You wish to join our ranks, then perhaps a scar is in order... *tipping his head to the opposite side, examining her .. mentally picking a few places suitable for a designed scar*.. Something to show price, over your flaws.....
[24-22:14] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : <What is it with you people and scarring? God knows I have enough...> *If he had any sort of telepathy he might have heard it, but she shows nothing in her face except casual interest. She looks to the cirular car on her hand...Someone else had said something simular to her, once* Perhaps...
[24-22:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *circular
[24-22:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *scar
[24-22:16] 007ef, •Morguline : *his hand snaps fully open, causing a thin, light cut across her cheek before his draws his hand back - unaware of her thought*.. You house symbols of you lineage on your flesh, yes..?
[24-22:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she fliches the slightest, but keeps her gaze* Aye. She turns, showing the Fang tattoo on her shoulder, raised like a scar*
[24-22:24] 007ef, •Morguline : Surely you can do better... *his steely gaze settles on her stomach, consideration in his eyes .. thumb and two fingers curl inward of his metal hand, the claws molding away to provide room*.. I believe .. you need something that speaks of your pride, and honor...
[24-22:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Is that flattery I detect? *Her lips curl in sarcasm* Do what you will, Morguline, only...Save me the disgust of allowing you to enjoy yourself too much.
[24-22:29] 007ef, •Morguline : As I will, hmm..? *a hand, the non-metallic one, lashes out to slap her, in more of a push, a spin to turn her around so her back faces him*..
[24-22:31] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She whirls with the bast and nearly trips forward, glancing back at him*
[24-22:35] 007ef, •Morguline : *his un-armored hand lands firmly on her right shoulder, significant force applies to take her to her knees*.. There are things that come with being born of our kind. Aspects that Kin and Garou alike need, to show they are worthy. That they are more than the humans...
[24-22:37] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She complies with force, dropping*
[24-22:40] 007ef, •Morguline : *his heavy hand remains on her shoulder, narrowed, cold eyes tracing over her back .. the hand clutches firmly, pushing her forward*.. A sign, for others to know you by....
[24-22:42] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She falls, catching herself with her hands, lowering down till her chest meets the cold floor*
[24-22:44] 007ef, •Morguline : *two steps forward, towering over her, he crouches .. metal-clad hand hovering over her garbed back, middle finger curves in, claw vanishing with the movment - index finger armed, he sets it lightly on the square of her back, considering*.. You know the Garou symbols, yes?
[24-22:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *nods, unflinching at the touch*
[24-22:49] 007ef, •Morguline : Excellent. *hand sliding from her shoulder, toward the middle of her back, the faberic of her shirt taken between two fingers, pulled back from her skin .. the single, steel claws tears into it, cutting an opening quite quickly - a wide circle*..
[24-22:51] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *lies still, eyes watching the floor in front of her*
[24-22:54] 007ef, •Morguline : *second finger straightens, a thin-bladed claw extending .. he settles in, resting under an inch over her - a prick felt inches from behind the back of her neck, drawing a light amount of blood*.. I have one suitable for your nature, and prowlness.
[24-22:56] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She doesn't move, glancing back over her shoulder* I hope to God you're being serious.
[24-22:58] 007ef, •Morguline : God..? *he glances into her eyes for the second it takes to question that, directly followed by a sharp pain across her back as the claws push in, and across her skin for what feels like over an inch - not deep, but it doesn't need to be*..
[24-22:59] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She hisses and balls fists* Nevermind...*her eyes squeeze shut and her muscle tnse. He could most likely feel them do so*
[24-23:04] 007ef, •Morguline : Who is this .. God? *raaaaaaaake, he slides silver-decorated claws across her back, both an inch apart from eachother, the design beings - the blood collects*..
[24-23:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Gos is Gaia...The creater of all things...It's what they called when I was a girl *refering to her Kinfolk family, Greek Othodox from Russia, of course. She tries to cool her ragged breathing*
[24-23:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Orthodox
[24-23:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *God
[24-23:09] 007ef, •Morguline : Gaia is Gaia. Nothing more. Nothing less. *his finger turn, creating a curve, a painful arch .. the cutting is light, just enough to a point that it'll scar, but this is just the beginning*..
[24-23:12] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her fists clench and she reserves biting her lip as she's most likely make it bleed. Odd thought fill her mind as she becomes delirious with pain and blood-loss* Morguline?
[24-23:13] 007ef, •Morguline : What. *flat, deep voice that only his vocal cords could produce .. the careful, accureate clawing continues, his opposite hand smears, clears the woulds of blood - simply coloring half her back in red through the process*..
[24-23:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Where are they? *doesn't allude to who they might be. Her muscles tense at his motions, but she shows it in little more than low gasps*
[24-23:18] 007ef, •Morguline : *he settles on his legs, flush with the ground, kneeling over her now*.. They..? *his eyes locked to his work, turning again in the pattern .. his free hand pulls and tears the back of her shirt even more, allowing additional room*..
[24-23:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Your family...*Her voice reverts to a heavier Russian accent as she falls depeer into delirium*
[24-23:26] 007ef, •Morguline : I have out-lived them. *the clear emphasis is supported by an acute turn in his design, carving briefly, deeper than before - the process continues at an evenly painful rate shorty thereafter*..
[24-23:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *draws another heavy breath* Do you miss zem?
[24-23:31] 007ef, •Morguline : They did what they could, lived their lives as needed, and died accordingly. *his normal claws of his unsteel-based hand scrape across an un-damaged section of her back*.. That is all... *the pressure continues, dragging the symbol toward her lower back, shirt seperated as needed*..
[24-23:32] 007ef, •Morguline : (::paused, again. heh..::)
[24-23:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Mmm..*hands unclench and press firmly into the floor* ((I gotta run... *le pause*))
[25-19:05] 007ef, •Morguline : (Nugget.)
[25-19:05] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Nugget?))
[25-19:07] 007ef, •Morguline : (Just needed to post somethin'. = P)
[25-19:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Hehe))
[25-19:12] 007ef, •Morguline: *nearly complete, for the outline, he lifts his hand briefly, only to set it down to begin the final section of the symbol .. again, fingers an inch apart, cutting just as deep as he needs to - it's obvious he's done this before*..
[25-19:12] 007ef, •Morguline : (damn icon.)
[25-19:12] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Yea...on my other chars...*couldn't help herself* ^_^))
[25-19:14] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her head feels feverish* My fader...he say to keep your pain next to your pride, and not be afraid to show eider of dem...*her accent rolls, slurring her speech*
[25-19:18] 007ef, •Morguline : How unfortunate, because this symbol will express both... *wiping blood with the removed area of her own shirt, he completes the symbol area he moved to .. standing, he walks over/past her, toward the bar*..
[25-19:19] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she watches him and stands with a grunt, stumbling after him* Vodka...
[25-19:21] 007ef, •Morguline : Stay put. It isn't over yet. *moving behind the bar, he looks around, going through cabinets and such*..
[25-19:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She slumps to her knees on the floor, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Then she peers down at her hands, and blinking, removes the shreds of her shirt, some of it sticking to her bloodied back*
[25-19:26] 007ef, •Morguline : *pulling a bucket from below, he fills it with water from the sink .. getting a bottle of alcohol for the girl, and a bottle of milk for himself from his private stash - he shuts the water off and proceeds over to her*..
[25-19:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she blinks up at him, a little shill from the cool air, her bare body reacting accordingly*
[25-19:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *chill
[25-19:31] 007ef, •Morguline : *holds the bottle infront of her in his non-metal guarded hand .. eyes gazing past her, indifferent expression across his scarred, hard face*..
[25-19:33] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *takes it and wrenchs it open, taking a burning gulp and wiping her mouth witht he back of her hand. She pours some of the liquid over her broken hands and laughs, oddly*
[25-19:34] 007ef, •Morguline : *pauses at that, glancing at her*.. Hm. *he moves around, positioning himself behind her again*.. You may want to lay down for this...
[25-19:36] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *does so, sighing heavily and taking another swig. Had she any energy she might begin work on her hands, healing and whatnot, but she has lost the idea and most sensible concious thought with the blood from her body*
[25-19:38] 007ef, •Morguline : *kneels over her onces more, setting the buckle of water to his right .. taking the time to gather the remnants of her shirt, putting them next to the bucket - his clawed hand held off to the side as he soaks her shirt, wiping her back down again*..
[25-19:40] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she squeezes her eyes shut, water running down her sides. The sensation of the tickling and of the burning as it flushes the wound makes an odd combination indeed. Her fists clench again*
[25-19:43] 007ef, •Morguline : *reaching, he grabs onto the bottle, drawing it toward him and "accidently" pours some, all over the new, exposed cuts*.. Whoops. *sets it down near the other items gathered to his left*..
[25-19:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Snarls* Damn you, Morguline...*Resists the urge to move*
[25-19:51] 007ef, •Morguline : *onto phase two, speechless at her replay, he begins making one-inch incisions inside the outline of the symbol, roughly half an inch apart from eachother*.. Try not to pass out. It takes the fun out of everything. *his version of a joke, though no humor crosses his face .. he keeps focused on the work, moving and cutting quickly, accurately*..
[25-19:53] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She focus simply on not moving...just breathe...in...out...GODS...that hurt...Damn him to all levels of hell...Just...breathe...*
[25-19:54] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *focuses
[25-19:58] 007ef, •Morguline : *his opposite hand raises to his chest, closes, then returns to his side, dropping a large ruby on the floor next to him .. half way done, he washes away more of her vital, the water in the bucket already colored red*.. Humor me. Why were you breaking things before?
[25-20:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her eyes close in a deeper pain than any physical ache* My брат...My brother...
[25-20:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her face contorts* He is dead. And I must stay here.
[25-20:03] 007ef, •Morguline : Here? What for? *cut, cut, cut, cut, cut .. the majority of the Garou symbol covered, he moves onto the smaller, seperate section - voice holding it's normal depth, tone sounding uninterested at best, though he askes regardless*..
[25-20:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Because I left. And now...they tell me I must stay...because there is nothing I can do there. Because I am...*clenches her fists* Because I as this. If I try, they will stop me, and they will send me back. They claim I am needed here but it is because they feel I have nothing to offer them at home. *Slips into a silent hatred of everything*
[25-20:11] 007ef, •Morguline : Kin have something to offer..? *cracks a light grin at that .. washing her back down once more, immediately going into the final process - the symbol outlined, cuts made a half in apart from eachother throughout the whole thing, now he just needs to remove those many, small areas...*
[25-20:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Kin do. I do not. *stares down, pouring out emptiness*
[25-20:19] 007ef, •Morguline : Mmhmm. *seeming to completely ignore her comment*.. This might be incredibly painful. *he beings again, carefully cutting, more of a shaving, the small, square sections that are outlined with cuts - insert more pain and bleeding here*..
[25-20:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her breathing shallows, she just stares ahead. It's unclear if she's even concious from behind...but her empty eyes stare forward*
[25-20:24] 007ef, •Morguline : *the process is much slower than the other two, requiring greater concentration .. looming over her, leaning forward, he makes it as quick as possible, but it'll still be a lengthy, painful experience*..
[25-20:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Would it...be better for you...if I screamed? *ragged, shallow breaths inhibit her speech*
[25-20:55] 007ef, •Morguline : Not especially. *picking little square sections from her back, tossing them into the bucket .. looking her over constantly while he works, considering - timing..*
[25-21:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Hm. *grunts a little, her mind getting even more hazy. She jerks everytime he pulls her skin, letting a little cry*
[25-21:05] 007ef, •Morguline : *square by square is removed, the symbol gradually becoming an inch wide design of raw, exposed flesh*.. So, how did he die? *the silver claw glistens with her life blood*..
[25-21:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : He *snarls* fought....to the death...*refuses to say "he was killed"*
[25-21:12] 007ef, •Morguline : Against what? *he picks up the ruby at his side, holding it near, above the raw half of the symbol, one tipped end aimed down toward it*..
[25-21:17] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : A monster...*Wyrm of course. In all honesty, she didn't even know for sure what. She knew only he was gone and she hadn't even said goodbye*
[25-21:23] 007ef, •Morguline : *he stops at the broad comment*.. Really... *lowering the end of the rock to her skin, a reasonable glow resides in it's center .. activating the Fetish, blood runs down, onto the exposed flesh - absorbing into her through obvious, supernatural means*.. Kin as well..?
[25-21:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : No. He was beautiful. *choking back tears* He was like you...But not so old...or so bitter. *the tiniest of smirks*
[25-21:30] 007ef, •Morguline : Mm. *a short nod .. the last drop falls into her from the ruby, and he sets it back on the floor .. resumes his work, getting easily back into the pace he had set before*..
[25-21:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She wonders at that last feeling, but decides not to ask* He killed the man who took away my chances at ever being more than this...
[25-21:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *he picks the rock up, the glow inside it now done, fish closed around it completely .. hand raises to his chest, opens, then returns to his side empty*.. More how. *opens the milk bottle with one hand, taking a drink without letting his eyes leave the work area*..
[25-21:43] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I had an accident that took away my ability to bear offspring. In fact, it was the man..the leech he killed who caused it. Reguardless, I am near to useless without the ability to breed. *sighs deeply* And I do not see any way to fix my problem...I cannot find one..
[25-21:45] 007ef, •Morguline : *he pauses suddenly, staring over the symbol .. deathly silent, and very still*..
[25-21:46] 007ef, •Morguline : Hm...
[25-21:46] 007ef, •Morguline : Accident..? *beings again, keeping his mind focused .. eyes narrowing*..
[25-21:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She turns her head to glance at him over her sholder* Hm?
[25-21:49] 007ef, •Morguline : Accident..? *beings again, keeping his mind focused .. eyes narrowing*..
[25-21:55] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *closes her eyes and turns back around* Dere was a party, when I was young. At dis underground club. I had been drinking...My brother and I were approached by these two...*her lips twist in contempt* We took it to the roof...And I fell. I landed on a post box. I was in the hospital for weeks. When my brother later found det I had been pushed...He killed him. *retires to quiet allowing him to get what he can from her entangled words*
[25-22:00] 007ef, •Morguline : *the silence lasts a number of seconds before he speaks one, low word*.. Interesting... *softer than the rest of his comments during the night .. he moves onto the sperate, smaller portion of the symbol .. his free hand summons a good amount of grenish-hued wrapping from his vest, setting it down then goes back to wiping her back clean*..
[25-22:07] 55ca3, Céline DeLoupeinz: *looks down, sighing again* My heart misses the sound of his voice...
[25-22:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *looks down, sighing again* I miss the sound of his voice.
[25-22:13] 007ef, •Morguline : What about the other man? *grey-rooted hair hanging uncombed from his head, face looms half a foot from her back .. acute, icy eyes locked on his cutting*..
[25-22:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: He fled after his friend's corpse became my brother's play-thing. Most likely ran to cry to his master...
[25-22:19] 007ef, •Morguline : So track him down. *picks the final piece of flesh off, the claw melding away, the plated appearance liquidfies, seeping back under the gauntlet*..
[25-22:22] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: We tried. But I was also focusing on making myself whole again. There are more pressing matters in this world besides one faggot Vampire.
[25-22:27] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: He died anyway. A hunter, I think it was...
[25-22:30] 007ef, •Morguline: Sit up. *he stands long enough to move, allowing her room to reposition, snagging the bunch of wrapping from the floor*.. And now what will you do?
[25-22:33] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: MOst likely attempt futily to get back home. Or seek out somone powerful enough to heal my body. *sits up with a groan*
[25-22:34] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *Most.
[25-22:38] 007ef, •Morguline: But you are unwated there. *slowly unrolling the long bandaging, he begins to wrap it around around her torso from behind her, uncaring what he needs to touch or brush against in the process*..
[25-22:39] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *she ignores anything he might brush politely* I an unwanted everywhere...
[25-22:39] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *am
[25-22:42] 007ef, •Morguline: Unlikely. *triple-binds her, the Talen wrapping will accelerate the natural healing process .. making sure it's fastered well around her, he stands*..
[25-22:43] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *she looks up at him* Thank you.
[25-22:45] 007ef, •Morguline: Indeed. *he puts what's left of the bandaging away, stepping over to the bucket, crouching briefly to collect it - heads toward the front door*..
[25-22:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She stands and, with as much speed as she can muster, embraces him around his midsections from behind, then as quickly pulls away and moves toawrd her jacket*
[25-22:53] 007ef, •Morguline: *freezes from that, going considerable tense until she lets go .. brows lower and he continues to the door*..
[25-22:57] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *gingerly attemots to put her jacket on...it's useless. She walks out the back, giving the large man his space. *
[25-22:59] 007ef, •Morguline: *throwing the front door open, he tosses the contents of the bucket onto the front yawn .. closing the door, he turns around to return the bucket back behind the bar - eyes tracing over the room*..
[25-23:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She turns before she leaves down the hall, taking a last look at him*
[25-23:02] 007ef, •Morguline: You should sleep upstairs for the night. *discards the bucket back where it was, stalking out from behind the bar, over to his bottle of milk*..
[25-23:03] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: Will they mind? *blinks through the low light*
[25-23:04] 007ef, •Morguline: I doubt it. *leans forward, picking it up, and drinking of it .. sends a passive glance her way*..
[25-23:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: I might, then. *attempts to lift her arm to scratch the baack of her neck...that's no good either. She rubs against her shoulder*
[25-23:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *back
[25-23:07] 007ef, •Morguline: *he nods and beings toward the back doorway out of the parlor, steel-toed boots connecting soundly with the marble flooring*..
[25-23:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She moves out of his way, making her own towards the stairs*
[25-23:09] 007ef, •Morguline: *he opens the door, stepping into the night, closing it behind him .. heading to his warehouse*..
[25-23:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *Climbs up the stairs....finding a room, collapsing on a bed and sleeping nearly simultaneously*
[25-23:11] 007ef, •Morguline: *gone*..
[26-10:40] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Posty))
[26-10:48] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *It had been a long night, indeed. Her mind had been tormented by dreams of murder and rectitude, and she was feverish from her wounds. She had stubled downstaris and managed to wrap her already healing hands. Through the haze of pain and stiffness sleep eventually claimed her into something deeper than twisted dreams, but though it had restored her expendend energy, it brought her no comfort. Now she opens bleary eyes, swollen from the night and from tears, and stumbles downstairs*
[26-10:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She washes her face and arms in the sink, the cool water restoring her skin and softening her eyes. She considers finding a shirt, but the wrap from the previous night seemed to be doing a fair job of covering her, so she wanders to the kitchen*
[26-10:53] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *The pantries she finds decidedly empty. She curbs her hunger with alcohol. With a half-intended glance she checks her hip, the Nagant still strapped there. The outside world calls her, and she moves out the back door, letting it fall closed behind her*
[26-14:34] 007ef, •Morguline: *back resting back against his corner, ankles crossed .. he was clad in his usual attire, long brown trench coat cloaking a majority of it - vanilla cigare propped between his jaws, hands occupied by his notepad and pencil*..
[26-14:34] 007ef, •Morguline : *back resting back against his corner, ankles crossed .. he was clad in his usual attire, long brown trench coat cloaking a majority of it - vanilla cigare propped between his jaws, hands occupied by his notepad and pencil*..
[26-14:35] 007ef, •Morguline : (..)
[26-14:38] 007ef, •Morguline : *the thick ember brightens as his powerful lungs draw off the lengthy smoke, exhaling slowly out slightly flairing nostrils .. eyes glowering down on the opened page on the notepad held in one open palm - jotting from time to time*..
[26-15:41] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She eneters in the front, holding a dead bloodied hare by the ears*
[26-15:47] 007ef, •Morguline: *the strong smell of his flavored cigar has all buy consumed the room, apparently he's been there for a while, a number of cigar butts also evident to that .. still glaring down onto his pad, not making any motion at her presense*..
[26-15:48] 007ef, •Morguline : *the strong smell of his flavored cigar has all buy consumed the room, apparently he's been there for a while, a number of cigar butts also evident to that .. still glaring down onto his pad, not making any motion at her presense*..
[26-15:48] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She wanders over to him, clad still in his wrap and bloodied jeans*
[26-15:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She soaked through though, from the soft cool March rain outside. The rabbit is also damp, dripping little droplets of watered down blood on the floor*
[26-15:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she's
[26-15:53] 007ef, •Morguline : *his reflective hues raise to her from the yellowing page, through the thin vail of smoke .. looking over her, quickly, his gaze lowers again - silent*..
[26-15:58] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she cocks her head to the side questioningly and walks over to him, peering onto his paper. She smells like rain, rabbit and wet earth, having been out most of the afternoon*
[26-16:01] 007ef, •Morguline : *turns the pad up, facing his chest, away from her eyes*.. Yes? *exhales down on her after taking a harty drag, his poster straightening*..
[26-16:03] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Hungry? *she holds out the Hare, careful not to drip blood or rainwater on whatever he's doing*
[26-16:05] 007ef, •Morguline : *glances at the animal, considering .. he stuffs the battered, skinned pencil through bent, damaged binding rings along the top of the pad, then pockets the entire thing into a vest pocket*.. I could eat.
[26-16:09] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Do you want me to cook it? Or just skin it? *she grins* I got it for you anyway. I'm not very hungry.
[26-16:12] 007ef, •Morguline : *he extends a meaty, partly-gloved hand*.. Why? *cigar bounces lightly between large teeth at the question .. opposite hand fishing out his Fetish lighter*..
[26-16:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : To thank you. *passes the animal to him*
[26-16:18] 007ef, •Morguline : I don't believe that will be necessary *moves around her, even if it requires physical contact, holding an amount of force or not .. enjoys corners, but not being cornered - he heads toward the bar, echoing steps*..
[26-16:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I wanted to. Besides, it'd be rude of you not to accept it...do you know how hard it is to shoot a rabbit with a revolver? *follows him, but not closely by any means, still holding the carcass.
[26-16:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : "
[26-16:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *
[26-16:24] 007ef, •Morguline : Guns are cowardly... *sneer tearing across his lips, eyes do what they do best, narrow .. an expression that doesn't last too long - around behind the bar, he brings out the same bucket from before, setting it in the sink*..
[26-16:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I wanted to. Besides, it'd be rude of you not to accept it...do you know how hard it is to shoot a rabbit with a revolver? *follows him* ((*shoves that between his posts* ^_^))
[26-16:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Yes. And they also serve to replace my teeth and claws, now don't they? *smirks a little too, and watches*
[26-16:29] 007ef, •Morguline : It isn't all about tooth and claw. *drops the hare into the bucket, it's interior slightly discolored from tried blood of it's useage the previous night .. opening the lighter, he activates it and sparks, spraying liquid fire into the bucket*..
[26-16:34] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : What's it about then, Morguline? *looks him over, trying not to appear as rowdy as she feels, despite her injuries*
[26-16:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *cranks the water on, splashing the quickly-burning rabbit down into a steamy treat*.. Melee. *picks the burnt bunny up, dumping the water into the sink and tossing the bucket back*..
[26-16:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : How about just plain old scrapping? *smiles, eying the rabbit* Clever...
[26-16:48] 007ef, •Morguline : Melee. *nods once, lightly .. he lifts the hare to his lips, making a giant gap in it's back with his abnormally sized teeth, still partly raw - flesh and muscle seperating from bone, stringy, little bloody yet*..
[26-16:51] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *shakes her head with a soft smile and turnns around, leaning against the corner of the bar*
[26-16:53] 007ef, •Morguline : *a few chews, and he downs it, following by another chomp, shred .. he turns, crouching a moment to take a bottle of milk from the mini-fridge behind the bar - standing again*.. Lets see this firearm of yours.
[26-16:55] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Turns, withdrawing it from her hip and passing it to him, butt first*
[26-17:01] 007ef, •Morguline : *sets the bottle down, allowing a free hand, he takes it by the handle, lifting it to his face .. turns, rotates, examining it with a half-assed interested expression*.. Looks old. I'm surprised it works. *interested, yet unknowning appearance across his scarred face .. the man clearly doesn't deal, not know firearms*.. Hm. *holds it, aiming, more examination*..
[26-17:03] 007ef, •Morguline : (noR, not noT.)
[26-17:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : It is very old. Was a gift when I was Rited. *watches him, bemused*
[26-17:09] 007ef, •Morguline : *snap, crack, next bite off the bunny takes bone with it*.. Strange. Sounds something that the Walkers would do. Fangs need not guns. *takes it by the nossle, looking like he's about to boomerang it across the room .. even looking for a good spot - muffled crunching emits from closed lips*..
[26-17:13] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *At his motions she moves uneasily* It was a gift of Kin. Fang Wolves, perhaps not so much, but kin...in our hands it has brought down many a Foe.
[26-17:15] 007ef, •Morguline : I don't believe you really need it... *his arm lifts, arching back to hurl it..*
[26-17:17] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Morguline! *lunges at him, eyes wide, but falling short in her stiffness*
[26-17:18] 007ef, •Morguline : *he glances at her, square in the eyes .. split-second decision....*
[26-17:18] 007ef, •Morguline : *blinks, eyes back on where he was looking - he beams it at the window*..
[26-17:23] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *rushes out after it, it most likely shattered the window. She kneels down and picks it up gingerly. As face as she can muster, she lifts it and fires in Morgulines general direction. Not at him, but close* Mmm...appears it's still working. *eyes him muderously*
[26-17:23] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *face=fast
[26-17:26] 007ef, •Morguline : *watching her, he continues eating as she bolts outside .. opening his milk, taking a drink - the a bullet blinks by, lodging, or passing through the wall*.. You missed. *head pivots, staring over at her through untame, aged hair*..
[26-17:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Unfortunately. *sneers. She wasn't trying to hit him at all.*
[26-17:30] 007ef, •Morguline : *he steps out from behind the bar, still consuming the animal in his left hand .. cold hues shifting across the dimly lit room - the entire place was more dark than not, lack of occupants, no need for the light*.. Better not waste the ammunition.
[26-17:31] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : You're right. *sneer broadens and she slides the weapon back into the holister, taking a step towards him, but not challengingly*
[26-17:35] 2910e, *Etelar: (*peers*)
[26-17:36] 007ef, •Morguline : Weren't you going to head home? *he stares at his destination, the corner, heading there casually in wide strides .. longcoat ripples in his wake gently*..
[26-17:37] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I was, but I believe someone told me to spend the night...Then I wasted my time being grateful *smiles, heading towards the stairs. Her jacket and things were still in the room*
[26-17:38] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Truth is, I won't have a home in a few weeks, if I don't get my act together...
[26-17:41] 007ef, •Morguline : Motiveation. *he turns around, settling back into the unlit corner, about done with his meal .. staring forward, left with his thoughts*..
[26-17:46] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Indeed. *goes up and comes back down in a moment, with her effects* You know...I should stick around.
[26-17:46] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Just to spite you. *half-smiles*
[26-17:48] 7213a, Liz: (eww peeps..makes a change..hi pres)
[26-17:51] 007ef, •Morguline : *discards what little is left of the carcass and empty bottle onto the fire place, watching the Kin*.. You might want to reconsider. *arms fold loosely across his massive chest, eyes moving elsewhere*..
[26-17:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I'm only teasing. Can't get enough of company, can you? *soft sarcasm...she moves towards the door*
[26-17:54] 007ef, •Morguline : Quite. *withdraws a cigar and his lighter, sparking up, eyes closing briefly*.. Try not to get mauled down out there.
[26-17:56] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I'll try. *She opens the door and walks out into the soft rain, letting it fall closed behind her* *gone*
[26-17:57] 007ef, •Morguline : Hm. *he Side-Steps into the Penumbra, off to hunt .. gone*..
[27-21:26] cee2a, Grosse Point Blank: howdy
[28-13:09] 007ef, •Morguline: (Uhm..)
[28-13:19] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*Tackles*))
[28-13:26] 007ef, •Morguline: (::topples::)
[28-13:30] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*nuzzles*))
[28-13:31] 007ef, •Morguline: (::bite::)
[28-13:31] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*yelps, runs with non-existant tail between legs*))
[28-13:33] 007ef, •Morguline: (Muahaha!)
[28-13:33] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*sneaks back up...pulls down his pants*))
[28-13:34] 007ef, •Morguline: (::pokes her in the eye, without use of hands::)
[28-13:35] 52030, ºElizabeth LeBeau : ((*cant help herself came in to look at the right moment takes pics and hangs them on the wall for all to see*))
[28-13:35] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*is intimidated* Ooo))
[28-13:35] 007ef, •Morguline: (Bah..)
[28-13:36] 52030, ºElizabeth LeBeau : ((just doing a bit of wrk on the site updating a few rules dont let me bother you))
[28-13:37] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*blinks*))
[28-13:38] 52030, ºElizabeth LeBeau : ((No you dont have to remove it that is one the things I am changing about OOC talk and stuff))
[28-13:42] 007ef, •Morguline : *boots crushing down tall grasses, dressed as always, lacking his longcoat .. half-armored hands folded behind his back, posture kept straight as he moved forward - one of his thick cigars held taunt in his maw*..
[29-17:13] 007ef, •Morguline : *prowls..(
[29-17:13] 007ef, •Morguline : *prowls..*
[29-17:13] 007ef, •Morguline : *prowls..*
[29-17:13] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*tackles from the bushes*))
[29-17:15] 007ef, •Morguline : (::does her right::)
[29-17:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*is done* Ahh.))
[29-17:16] 007ef, •Morguline : (::lights a cigar::)
[29-17:17] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*wants to cuddle*))
[29-17:18] 007ef, •Morguline : (::does so::)
[29-17:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*is conent*))
[29-17:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *Side-Stepping out from the Penumbra, he appears near the lake, a majority of his body covered in blood, oil and a mix of both .. he undoes the bottons running down the flap of his vest, opening that and rolls the zipper down - letting it drop to the tall-grassed ground, his opposite hand holding a Hunter Spider's sperated head*..
[29-18:06] 007ef, •Morguline : *Side-Stepping out from the Penumbra, he appears near the lake, a majority of his body covered in blood, oil and a mix of both .. he undoes the bottons running down the flap of his vest, opening that and rolls the zipper down - letting it drop to the tall-grassed ground, his opposite hand holding a Hunter Spider's sperated head*..
[29-18:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *trudges up, pulling her coat around her and blinking into the west at the almost sunken sun. The incipient night swallows the area like a shroud, she moves towards the Tavern*
[29-18:15] 007ef, •Morguline : *he parks himself on a nearby, large rock, untying each steel-toed boot, tossing them off to the side by the vest, no socks underneath .. standing, he takes few, bare steps toward his previous discarded vest, picking it up and moving through the tall cat-tails toward the lake*..
[29-18:18] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She moves in and looks around, seeing noone. She dips behind the bar and finds a bottle of Vodka. opening and sipping. She doesn't bother removing her jacket but heads towards the back door*
[29-18:21] 007ef, •Morguline : *walks clean into the cold water without hesitation or pause due to temperature .. plunging the grey vest in when the depth reaches his waist - thick, semi-baggy pants darken instantly, his hues staring down, over the water around him*..
[29-18:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She moves towards the lake area, her favortie place to find rabbits, and slips out the revolver as she walks. For wearing heavy boots she is inhumanly silent, but to a Garou, most noticable*
[29-18:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She moves towards the lake area, her favortie place to find rabbits, and slips out the revolver as she walks. For wearing heavy boots she is inhumanly silent, but to a Garou, most noticable*
[29-18:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *She moves towards the lake area, her favortie place to find rabbits, and slips out the revolver as she walks. For wearing heavy boots she is inhumanly silent, but to a Garou, most noticable*
[29-18:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((There we go...))
[29-18:28] 007ef, •Morguline : *marches on, the water level gradually rises .. the man makes no physical motions to wash himself, simply walks out until the cold water takes over his broad shoulders - he turns, the back of his head facing the Kin, boots left on dry ground*..
[29-18:34] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *takes another sip of the potent alcohol, moving towards the lake. She's unamare of Morguline's presence, for what ever reason, but can see the large boots and head by the rock. Blinking, she wanders towards them*
[29-18:36] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *unaware
[29-18:36] 007ef, •Morguline : *he ducks his head under the darkening waters, an audible sound and mild splash .. turning his body to and fro beneath, seperating the blood and oil from his body*..
[29-18:39] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *at the splash she looks to the lake, but seeing nothing except the moton of water, she raises her Nagant slightly, and eyes the head once more*
[29-18:41] 007ef, •Morguline : *the head is quite big, similar to a spiders, but much larger and more vicious .. it's mandibles long, sharp and jagged, many eyes, several which are missing, the head itself seems to have been severly damaged over all - the water quickly calms, all is silent*..
[29-18:43] 4f32c, •Jestlon: ((I have to say I'm surprised. I wasn't sure if this place would still be standing.))
[29-18:44] 007ef, •Morguline : (We come here now and again. But shut up on the OOC, you bastard. =P)
[29-18:45] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *bends down, resting her elbows on her knees, to better inspect the deformed cranium. Her eyes past over the boots as well, considering*
[29-18:46] 4f32c, •Jestlon: ((Right... ::half-lurks::))
[29-18:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *pass
[29-18:48] 007ef, •Morguline : *he surfaces again, water washing over him, hair damp, plastered to his hard face .. slowly emerging, his wounds still bleeding into the cold depths as he steps forward - facing her now, his eyes open, darkness fading away, her position exposed to him*..
[29-18:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *at the noise she clicks the Revolver and points it staunchly at him, taking a moment to analyze who it was*
[29-18:56] 007ef, •Morguline : Maybe you won't miss this time. *he doesn't miss a beat, feet continuing to carry him up the lake's edge, more and more of his soaked, heavily scarred body revealed*.. Healing well, hmm? *he still holds his drenched vest in one hand, putting it on once the water is below his waist*..
[29-18:58] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she drops the Revolver, sliding it into her hip holister, actually* You scared me. *casts him a coy smile* Speaking of healing...I brought this back. *digs into one of the deep pockets of her jacket and produces his wrap, folded semi-neatly* Having a bath, are we?
[29-19:00] 007ef, •Morguline : You have seen it then? *standing before her, a wet hand reaches out for the bandaging, completely evading her question .. a few cuts over un-scarred skin bleed lightly, not very deep, or long - he produces a cigar with his other hand, slipping it between his lips*..
[29-19:04] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Mmm yes. Showed it off, actually. They said they had proved my worht by inflicting such a wound upon myself...although they could figure out quite how I did it. *sneers openly, passing him the wrap* You know...most of use showers.
[29-19:04] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *that
[29-19:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Mmm yes. Showed it off, actually. They said that I had proved my strength and humbility by inflicting such a wound upon myself...although they could figure out quite how I did it. *sneers openly, passing him the wrap* You know...most of use showers.
[29-19:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *couldn't
[29-19:09] 007ef, •Morguline : Yes. Quite. *taking the used gauze, he tosses it into the lake, turning his back to her in the process .. vest adjusts, forced up and suited to his body .. a quick glimpse of his the bottom of his back, the base of an aged scar identical to her own*.. I do not believe you. *after disregarding the wrapping, he lights his cigar, assumption being he pulled the lighter from his vest, thought it's soaked to the absolute*..
[29-19:11] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I wasn't expecting you too. *smiles as she sips another* Been hunting I take it? *glances at the mess of a head*
[29-19:14] 007ef, •Morguline : Yes. *he turns, moving over to his boots, leaning forward to collect them with a few fingers and sitting to put them on*.. If your Tribe believes that, than they are bigger fools than I thought.
[29-19:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *just shakes her head smiling, a recetacle for his insult* Do you gets ever dance?
[29-19:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Gets
[29-19:18] 007ef, •Morguline : In some Rituals we perform something similar to dancing... *looming forward, tying his boots*.. And if you were wise, you would know this. *speaking past his smoldering cigar*..
[29-19:19] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I don't mean rituals. *casts his a captious glance with furrowed brows* I know you sing. But do you dance?
[29-19:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *him
[29-19:22] 007ef, •Morguline : I do not sing, nor dance. It accomplishes nothing. *seated well on the rock, he turns some, partly facing her .. cold, blue eyes tear over the bottle in her hand*.. And neither does that, Kin.
[29-19:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Gives him an unplaceable look between smugness and severity and takes a deep swig, then turns the bottle over, letting the liquid pour out into the grass*
[29-19:26] 007ef, •Morguline : You enjoy the drink, yes..? *all he says, followed with an exhale of thick smoke, directed toward her .. a hand reaching into his open vest..*
[29-19:30] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Not more than your average Fianna. *shrugs* It's my culture. Why are you asking me this? *eyes him, anticipatory*
[29-19:32] 007ef, •Morguline : *he withdraws a vile of yellowish, with a touch of crimson liquid .. handing it to her*.. A Fianna specialty. It engulfs the body, spirit and mind with something Human alcohol can't evn tough.
[29-19:33] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she takes it and looks into it, sniffing* And?
[29-19:34] 007ef, •Morguline : (even touch, that would be. bah)
[29-19:35] 007ef, •Morguline : *the vial smells of strong alcohol, and nothing else*.. And, it will get you where you want to go, Kin. *he stands, turning, facing her*..
[29-19:36] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *recaps it and hands it back, her eyes holding his, for a mintue smouldering there* You have idea where I want to go.
[29-19:36] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *no idea
[29-19:39] 007ef, •Morguline : I know you want to drink that. Easy intoxication. All the benefits and one of the down-sides. *stands, dripping, taking a step backwards .. refuses the offer to take it back*..
[29-19:40] 007ef, •Morguline : (none, not 'one.)
[29-19:40] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Morguline. I do not drink to get intoxicated. *pushes it towards him*
[29-19:41] 007ef, •Morguline : Drink it! *shoves her fist back into her with a palm*..
[29-19:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she narrows her eyes at the sound of him* Alright....*Unaps it and downs it, keeping Peridot shades focused on his face*
[29-19:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Uncaps.
[29-19:46] 007ef, •Morguline : You will learn..... *he takes another step back, the Fianna Talon should soon kick into play .. even if it takes a number of minutes - the effect will cause her to Frenzy as much a Kin can, a Beserker-state*.. You will....
[29-19:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Morguline...*places a hand to her head, feeling hot* By gods...I only did it because you told me to...*blinks up at him* ...What is it? *the oddest sensation is overtaking her*
[29-19:53] 007ef, •Morguline : It's a lesson, Kin... *he takes another step back, watching her closely, very much so .. his nerves calm, his posture still*..
[29-19:58] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she drops all fours, her vision twisting. She emancipates herself from her jacket, the vile long since fallen onto the grass*
[29-19:58] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((*tosses an "onto" in there*))
[29-20:01] 007ef, •Morguline : Lesson learned... *he braces himself, several feet away, knowing it's a good possibilty that she'll attack him - hoping for it...*
[29-20:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her knees drops and her hand run up to grip her hair, bare arms hsowing straining muscles under the weathered flesh* Morguline...otvali....(go away)
[29-20:10] 007ef, •Morguline : (::paused for now::)
[29-20:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((*paused indeed*))
[31-14:37] 6cdb8, Xero: Hello.
[31-14:38] 6cdb8, Xero: Does anyone want to fight?
[31-14:43] 007ef, •Morguline : (::lurks..::)
[31-14:46] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*attacks*))
[31-14:50] 007ef, •Morguline : *he flicks what's left of his cigar into the lake, the sun almost nearly set now .. darkness slowly consuming - he watches her from roughly ten feet away, huge body partly turned to face her*..
[31-14:57] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: *Murderous green eyes raise to his face, brimming with emotion. She stands, a trembling hand moving to free her revolver and empty the bullets shakily onto the ground. She turns away from him towards the lake, her skin prickling. Her thoughts remain just that, her face holding nothing except loathing*
[31-14:57] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((*tosses up an icon*
[31-14:57] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ))
[31-15:01] 007ef, •Morguline : *dark hues never leave her, his stance remains over all, unchanging .. the faintest of grins plays at one end of his lips - silent, he waits, just watching*..
[31-15:08] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She turns, trembling, sliding the revolver back into the holister* I will talk to you plain. Leave me alone...
[31-15:11] 007ef, •Morguline : I'd rather not. *his usual, considerably deep, gravely voice .. he takes a step forward, then another - hands folding loosely behind his back*.. Hope the drink doesn't go to waste...
[31-15:13] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her eyes narrow and shoot daggers of ice* Get away from me. You disgust me. *wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her urge to murder him near uncontrollable*
[31-15:15] 007ef, •Morguline : *standing tall, chest out without any motion to present it as so .. he closes in a little more, five feet away, staring her down*.. Just give in...
[31-15:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Whips around to face him full on* Vali otsyuda! I'm fed up with you. I'm not as good as you? Poshyol! No.. I'm better than you!
[31-15:26] 007ef, •Morguline : *his hands unfold and settle at his sides, open .. what little grin there once was had faded into his natural, smug look - staring her square in the eyes from his towering height*.. You can, never, be better than me.
[31-15:29] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *with a snarl she releases her pent up energy, all wonder at why she was acting this way lost to the uncotrollable fury. A sinous arm shoots out to grip him firmly by his thick neck, squeezing with super-human strength*
[31-15:34] 007ef, •Morguline : *his reaction is very minimal, having hoped for a retaliation, her grapple lands its mark easy .. she can feel he flexes, hardens the strong muscle of his neck - he simply keeps eye-contact, standing unnaturally still*..
[31-15:39] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her eyes hold his with all the dominance of a Fang, though she nearly has to crane her neck to look up into the opulent vengance. She imposes her will upon him, her eavery thread demanding submisson. The feeling of his thick skin burns through her, like bellows to her urge to kill*
[31-15:44] 007ef, •Morguline : *knows that look, very well, be it from a Fang or any Tribe of the Garou .. a slow grin creeps across his lips, a silent insult directed down at her - his fingers shift at his side, awaiting the moment. eyes still locked to hers, unblinking, deep as the darkest ocean, calling her...*
[31-15:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She snarls, her lips twisting in utter contempt. If she were full she would have well hit Crinos by now. But sadly....* *She never surrends her gaze, bearing down with all her power. She draws the other hand up to assisst, even together not making it the circumfrence of him. She listens for signs of his loss, a gasp, anything*
[31-15:51] 007ef, •Morguline : *his eyes narrow, slowly, to mere slits .. his lips part, mouth opening, opening - wider, larger, exposing his abnormally sized teeth, even larger canines, accompanied by the void that is his throat. a long, slow breath taken in....*
[31-15:54] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *With the choke of a cry, she releases him and flys to strike him across the face. Hard.*
[31-15:58] 007ef, •Morguline : *his head snaps to the side, though not all the way from the hit, turning back just as quickly, maw still fully open .. lips peel back, exposing gums*.. AHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRUUL!!! *the air literally ripples as he unleases an absolutely massive bellow from the bottom of his very being, imbued with Rage and the pain of Gaia herself - the force washing directly into her, through her*..
[31-15:58] 007ef, •Morguline : *invoking his Scream of Gaia Gift*..
[31-16:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She crosses her arms infront of her but tumbles backward reguardless. She gasps at the shock of cold water rushing over her...Yep. In the lake.*
[31-16:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She flounders to the surface, choking on the icy water*
[31-16:07] 007ef, •Morguline : *he turns, if needed, to face her .. cold sneer across his face*.. No one can best a Get, Kin. *low rumble in his thick throat*..
[31-16:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She surfaces and shakes her wet hair, sending water flying. Her shirt, which tied around her neck and across her bare back, sticks to her along with her soaked jeans. She surges out of the water, walking towards him at an easy, if determined pace*
[31-16:18] 007ef, •Morguline : *watching her always, adjusts his massive body to keep his front facing her own .. the sneer remains fully, glaring at her now*.. You need to learn, Kin...
[31-16:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : You need to stop talking. *lunges with surprising speed, to catch herself hopefully of his shoulders and send her flying knee into either his stomach or groin, whichever happens to be closer*
[31-16:22] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *on
[31-16:24] 007ef, •Morguline : *he doesn't budge at her attack, letting her knee contect soundly with his lower waist .. a good deal to lay into, his body lurches forward, toward her as she connects - play time over now for him, the hard shock of suffering that whips through his body at such an attack, he immediately invokes his Resist Pain Gift, letting his extreme weight lean against her*..
[31-16:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *On the reovery she is unable to catch her feet. She goes down with him ontop of her, hitting the ground hard to her back, gasping as the wind is forced out of her. Her heart thunders in her chest...For an odd moment she wonders if it's as loud to him as it is to her...*
[31-16:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *recovery
[31-16:32] 007ef, •Morguline : *he plants his hands in wet dirt, stopping himself from fully smashing down onto her .. hard rain pounding down on them both*.. Fool. *a quick moment, glaring right into her eyes, noses a millimeter apart .. he performs a push up, but with more than enough power to shove himself back onto his feet*..
[31-16:37] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *stands with anxious speed. The Kin in her cringes and expects the sting of quick punishment, bourne up in her from childhood, but is soon swept away in her odd emotions that allow her nothing but the fire and the lust for violence. All fear is also swept away. She stands, staring, numb and so full of tumultuous stirrings*
[31-16:39] 007ef, •Morguline : *he lashes out in a blink to grab a huge handful of her top, wordless and still*..
[31-16:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *His hand connects with the dark, smooth, leather-like material. She winces as the ties in the back strain into her tender, shiny-pink wound, and curses herself for not coming better prepared.*
[31-16:46] 007ef, •Morguline : *he goes to lift her up, a balled hand near her chest, and another spporting around the crouch to balance the weight .. holding her over his head if he pulls it off, followed with a low..* To learn your place...
[31-16:49] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her hands grapple tightly at his balled fist and arm, but for suppost, taking some of the strain off of her tearing ties. She nearly squirms at his invasion, but instead focuses on taking his eyes again sending a probably futile kick towards his body. Her precarious postition doesn't allow for much digression from his intnent*
[31-16:49] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *support
[31-16:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *intent
[31-16:54] 007ef, •Morguline : *the kick goes wild, to say the least, holding her well above his head, the attack would do little to prohibit him .. his body leans back, then jerks forward hard, lauching her toward the lake - muttering under his breath*.. Unworthy....
[31-16:58] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *As she realizes the direction she's heading, she makes no attempt to correct her path. She again feels the rush of water, but is ready, this time*
[31-16:59] 007ef, •Morguline : *watching her plunge, he takes a moment to light a cigar, even through the rain .. eyes keeping tabs on where she landed, a single step taken back - waiting*..
[31-16:59] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Again she raises from the water, her body showing signs of the cold shck, but not her face. Her boots have now become unnaturally heavy along with her water-sodden clothing. Makes her way towards the shore.*
[31-17:02] 007ef, •Morguline : *rain continues to batter down on him, his body competely soaked .. the cigar cupped under a hand to keep it try .. shaking his head slowly, he has yet to let her our of his sight*..
[31-17:04] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((Brb, dinner))
[31-17:33] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her shoulders tremble with ill-begotten energy. She stalks over to him, half waiting, half-calculating, waiting for him to move first, if that was his intent. Her eyes hold his but she keeps her peripheral on his midesection, the best place to spot an oncoming move in the making*
[31-17:36] 007ef, •Morguline : Go on.... *simply standing there, obviously amused, to the extent of mocking .. bringing his hand up to draw off his protected cigar*..
[31-17:38] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She reaches up slowly, cocking her head and casting him a soft smile, at his cigar. She moves to take it, not agressive, but a slow, pleading motion*
[31-17:39] 007ef, •Morguline : *hands it to her, through it's more of actually pressing the smoldering hot cheery into her palm .. his brows lower*..
[31-17:42] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She moves her hand as the hot tip starts to singe her flesh and gets a better hold round the sides. She drops it to the ground and puts it out with a soggy toe*
[31-17:44] 007ef, •Morguline : *eyes dart around, watching this .. narrowed, cold orbs - he sends a meaty, half-gloved hand out to latch soild around her neck*..
[31-17:46] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her eyes narrow in return and her hands snap around his wrist, no pressure until he makes some. She stands stock still, the rythmn of her pulsing against his hand through her neck heavily*
[31-17:48] 007ef, •Morguline : *draws his hand back no more than an inch, then pushes with all his supernatural strength to floor her into the soaked earth, letting go just at the right moment... hoping she does*..
[31-17:54] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She doesn't release her hold on his arm, grappling to it despite his force and sort of dangles there, half down in the mud. She pulls him down towards her, letting the arm support her weight, as she attempts a swift kick to his legs, unless he drops her*
[31-17:57] 007ef, •Morguline : *forced to loom forward by the reaction .. her kick connects, pushing, even if only one, foot out from under him - he falls forward, toward her quickly, bound to crash into her. this time with the full force of his weight*..
[31-17:59] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *As he crashes down she attempts to roll out of the way, her legs getting caught uder his weight. She clambors and squirms to get free*
[31-18:01] 007ef, •Morguline : *crashing onto her legs, he remains there a moment .. deathly still, the weight of several hundred pounds - face turned away, eyes closed. silent..*
[31-18:03] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She wriggles herself free. Had she been any mere human, she would have found herself pinned. She stands, water dripping off of her body, and sends a kick to his shoulder, mostly to turn him over, face up. Her eyes are cold*
[31-18:06] 007ef, •Morguline : *he shifts against the kick, as any body would .. but he doesn't turn over - hair blending into the ground up dirt, remaining unmoving*..
[31-18:11] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She snarls and presses her mud soaked boot to the back of his neck, and presses all of her weight and power into him, desiring to snap the vertebrae*
[31-18:13] 007ef, •Morguline : *a thick, sound [b]snap
[31-18:14] 007ef, •Morguline : *a thick, sound snap emits from his leathery neck .. the Homid Garou still unmoving - only the patter of rain hailing down against his hard body...*
[31-18:23] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her lips twistas she presses away the wet hair stuck to her face. She kneels beside the large Garou, placing her hands on either side of his large head. She lowers her own to near inches, enough for him to feel her breath against his cheek, listening for breath and heartbeat
[31-18:26] 007ef, •Morguline : *his beathe is absent, his heartbeat faint .. he lays, unmoving, over seven feet of man resting on wet dirt - his body, and the skull of the Hunter Spider now completely cleared of blood*..
[31-18:29] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *At the quiet her head begins pounding. At the sound of his heart she grabs one beefy arm in order to pull him over*
[31-18:31] 007ef, •Morguline : *though it may take effect, an extreme amount to anyone, he turns over onto his back, a little easier than it might appear from his physical size*..
[31-18:34] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She straddles him and plops down onto his chest, a warm soaking mass. Her head lays against his chest, listening closer. If no move is made on his part, she begins unfastening his vest*
[31-18:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *his breathing is deep, slow .. seeming unresponsive to her actions, his head turned toward the left - appears he's utterly unconscious*..
[31-18:41] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She unfastens the garmet and pulls it open, revealing his broad, marked chest. Her eyes loom over it a moment*
[31-18:46] 007ef, •Morguline : *his pale, damaged chest is as wet as the vest covering it .. body scarred in general, the Get of Fenris symbol stretches aross his hard stomach, a dark rock healed into his flesh over his heart, a deep crimson color - the man remains motionless, overcome by rain*..
[31-18:49] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she cants her head at the gem, blinking. Her blood lust is momentarily quelled by his stillness, and fingers reach out to touch the area. Her head leans down and she peers into the dark crystal, then turns it to press her ear down, just to the left*
[31-18:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((Actually...*blows raspberrys all over that Get of Fenris belly* =3))
[31-18:52] 007ef, •Morguline : *had she the sight, she could see his very heart beating behind the rock, set infront of a thick rib .. upon hearing, his beating muscle still pounds audibly in his bare chest - he remains unmoving, unaware of her actions*..
[31-19:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her eyes narrow and she rises, his heartbeat enough life to stir her. She pulls herself off of him and stands, walking to the side of him. She speaks lowly, in a growl* I know you're alive. Get up.
[31-19:02] 007ef, •Morguline : *he remains unmoving, silent .. back half planted in soggy dirt, body reeks of rain*..
[31-19:09] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She delivers a swift and deliberate kick to his face.* I said get up.
[31-19:11] 007ef, •Morguline : *his head cranks to the opposite side she kicked, body remains still .. eyes closed, beathing low*..
[31-19:13] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she lets out an enraged growl* GET UP!
[31-19:14] 007ef, •Morguline : *head facing away from her due to the kick .. his eyes snap open - his body vanishes, passing into the Penumbra*..
[31-19:30] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She twists about, searching the darkness. Normally it would register exactly where he had gone. But now, in this sickened state she can only think to look about her*
[31-19:33] 007ef, •Brimstone : *he Side-Steps again, instantly, directly behind her .. standing at an even tweleve feel, the Crinos looms many feet over the Kin - surprisingly silent, but quite obvious*..
[31-19:35] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *As she turns she meets the sight in front of her. Her eyes travel well up wet body and into the wolfish maw* There you are.
[31-19:40] 007ef, •Brimstone : *standing near twice her own height, his arms thicker than her body raise slowly toward her .. fingers thick as wrists, curling in and out - reflective, golden-yellow eyes glaring down down on her*...... Lesser.... being..... *his voice has not been adjusts, gutteral to the max, a trembling tone blended with earth-shaking growls .. projected from a maw left ajar from teeth being too massive*..
[31-19:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her face contors in a another fearless snarl* I'm sick of hearing you...*Without further hestation she throws a solid kick, katate style, towards his....the beast's...right kneecap*
[31-19:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *karate
[31-19:51] 007ef, •Brimstone : *her kick connects, and she may as well have kicked a steel wall .. the general effect taking place, he remains un-phased, unmoving - his aboslutely massive hands coming in, gradually, to close around her. monstrous paws, half-armored per usual*..
[31-19:55] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her head flashes back and forth between the two massive hands. She's not sure wether to duck or move...she fights with herself while standing half-mesmerized, like a snake in the striking pose*
[31-19:57] 007ef, •Brimstone : *they with drawm pulling back, slowly .. his eyes glow, physically, a shimmering golden hue - the Crinos glaring from above, waiting.... a grin across his furry, black lips, only that which a wolf can hold*..
[31-20:05] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *suddenly she dives through his legs, assuming he doesn't stop her, and pushes a kick to his lower back, if she can*
[31-20:08] 007ef, •Brimstone : *she doesn't, his legs clamp against her half-way through .. the giant Crinos crouches in the process - one arm drifting infront of him, other behind him*..
[31-20:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She stares upwards, turning driving her knees into the front of his legs, hoping to lock them*
[31-20:14] 007ef, •Brimstone : *her effort is little, a gaint hand coming down to drive itself around her neck, and shoulders .. his legs too powerful to buckle against her strength - head looming over her, absolutely massive teeth produce drool that slowly creeps down toward her*..
[31-20:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She twists to avoid the hand but it's of little use. As it presses on her, she feels herself sink a little into the soft earth, her already dirty back now caked in mud*
[31-20:26] 007ef, •Brimstone : *his long nails plunge into the soft, wet earth, pushing through it, forming a grasp around her .. the pressure of his grasp is set perfectly, hardly choaking her - just enough to grab hold of her person*..
[31-20:29] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *seeing momentarily the futility of struggle, she can do nothing but stare brazenly into those heated eyes, her heart once more pounding a steady rythmn into his hand and into her ears*
[31-20:34] 007ef, •Brimstone : *he pulls her away, up .. lifting her from the ground in his grasp - nails poke sharply into her flesh as he raises her to eye level. glaring at her directly*..
[31-20:35] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she ignores the pain and holds his gaze, legs tossing a kick towards him, though most likely unsucessful*
[31-20:43] 007ef, •Brimstone : *her swings go short, his arms longer than she is tall .. lifting her even more, above his own head - glaring with a wolven sneer*.. Tell me your purpose.
[31-20:45] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : To rip that sneer off your face. *Without the influences of his drink, her upbringing would have shown through and the years of punishment from various answers to that very question would come flooding back. But unfortunately, those things weight not on her mind*
[31-20:48] 007ef, •Brimstone : Incorrect. *he, if successful, hurls her at the lake, again, aimed at the middle - turning to face the effect if it works*..
[31-20:53] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *without anything to grab onto, she is flung. She lands in the water but this time forces herself to float, face up, with her eyes closed, in the center, drifting slowly toawrds shore, but showing no evidence of motion*
[31-20:56] 007ef, •Brimstone : *he turns, positions himself by the water's edge .. sending some time to light one of his cigars - watching the Kin*..
[31-20:59] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *onward she drifts, motionless, her breath shallow, nearly inaudible*
[31-21:02] 007ef, •Brimstone : *the giant Garou keeps his Fetish lighter at his side .. massive hand keeping it open as the body drifts - bright eyes keeping track*..
[31-21:03] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she floats towards the shallower end, on the bank, easing up among the cattails. There she lies motionless*
[31-21:07] 007ef, •Brimstone : (::paused, again::)
[31-21:09] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((Yep.))
[05-16:42] 007ef, •Morguline: *sinking back into Homid, the Fenrir approaches where she beached .. cattails brushing around his body, eyes latched to her*..
[05-16:43] 007ef, •Morguline : *sinking back into Homid, the Fenrir approaches where she beached .. cattails brushing around his body, eyes latched to her*..
[05-16:44] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She stay motionless, with only the movement of her chest pervaying with it's shallow breath*
[05-16:48] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *stays
[05-16:50] 007ef, •Morguline : *stops, standing beside her hand cupped around his cigar so it survives the battering rain .. speaking after he exhales*.. Get up.
[05-16:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Suddenly she coughs, choking up water, and rolls to her side, then lays motionless, and breathless*
[05-16:57] 007ef, •Morguline : Damnit. *flicks his cigar away, pushing her over onto her back with a boot gently .. he crouches over her and begins CPR, carefully, knowing too much of his strength could hurt more than help - a master as the performance, medical assistance seems to be easy for him*..
[05-17:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *As soon as he is close enough over her, her eyes snap open and in a swift, fluid motion she wraps wiry arms around his neck, holding him where he is, or, if he moves away, pulling herself up with him. Reguardless, it presses her heat against him and keeps their faces only a thin few inches apart* You were supposed to be teaching me *grins, her breath mingling with his in the heated air between them*
[05-17:03] 007ef, •Morguline : *does lean back, but the second he realizes she's moving with him, his hands lash out, planting flat onto the ground supporting her a little ways from the earth - he looks unamused*.. Trickery is not in the cards.
[05-17:09] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Smiling, her eyes hold his before slipping closed* Neither is this...*She closes the space between them by pressing her lips to his easily, though in no gentle manner*
[05-17:14] 007ef, •Morguline : *eyes drop shut, two seconds pass, though it feels like so much longer, his lips part, just a little .. then his head turns away, breaking the kiss - eyes snap open, widen, quickly returning to their normal, unfriendly gaze*.. Wh-why did you do that. *nearly gutteral, quite tone*..
[05-17:21] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her eyes stay closed a moment before she draws a heavy breath and slips them open, glancing up innocently into his face, her mind pouring over the answer to his words* Well...you weren't expecting it, were you? * she follows his quiet tone, her own voice husky, a nearly-sly half smile pulls at her mouth*
[05-17:24] 007ef, •Morguline : *a sneer creeps across his face*.. Mmm..hmm. *he stands, if that means taking her with him or not*..
[05-17:26] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Releases him now, allowing herself to drop the remaining feet before standing herself. Her body feels oddly cold now, away from his, and different in some way. Her tumbling thoughts tear through her with a fury*
[05-17:30] 007ef, •Morguline : *he turns his back to her, taking a few steps away, hands folding behind his back .. he keeps his mind focused on the task at hand*.. Reguardless, such a tactic would never work in an actual situation.
[05-17:34] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *sobers* You're quite right. *a slightly-victorious grin falls on his back, and if he were to turn, she'd hide it immeadiately. She whispers slighty under her breath in Russian* Dura...
[05-17:41] 007ef, •Morguline : *his head tips back, peering up into the rain, silent a moment .. considering his thoughts and words - he takes another step away, turning half-way toward her, then completely, facing her*.. Tell me something...
[05-17:43] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Yes? *Looking at him, she takes a mask of quiet consideration, green eyes blinking away the water falling into her lashes*
[05-17:45] 007ef, •Morguline : What is the purpose of Kinfolk? *asked in a stern, demanding voice, walking toward her slowly .. eyes locked to her's, hands unfolding behind his back, coming to rest at his sides*..
[05-17:48] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her eyes flick to his moving hands then rest in his face, her body tensing, possibly noticably* "To serve those that have so nobily wasted their blood in your useless veins." *quoting something said to her times before, but adding* I serve my people, just as any other Garou, or Kinfolk, would.
[05-17:57] 007ef, •Morguline: *his large, half-armored arms fold loosely across his massive chest, staring her down*.. And what does that require you to do, exactly. *stopping roughly five feet ahead of her*..
[05-18:07] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she feels itchy, under his gaze, despite her influences* To protect, to guide, to heal...*she swallows* To create...
[05-18:09] 007ef, •Morguline: *looms forward slightly, body aboslutely soaked, hair plastered to his untan, scarred face .. brilliant-blue eyes gazing right into her*.. And?
[05-18:14] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *despite the odd emotions coursing her system, his predatory presence begins making her feel puppyish and small* And to abide by the wishes of the Pack and of the Nation...and to respect the wishes of your Elders..*blinking, not quite sure what he's after* And to ensure the continuation of the race...
[05-18:14] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((*coughs* Icon.))
[05-18:16] 007ef, •Morguline : *another step forward, nearly closing the space between them, staring directly down at her .. arms unfold again*.. And?
[05-18:19] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : What is it, Morguline? *her tone quick, her eyes closing as she wills herself still*
[05-18:22] 007ef, •Morguline : *one hand snaps out, grappling onto her gun and holster, giving her a good shake toward him*.. The one thing you really need to do... *speaking down onto her, his warm returns*..
[05-18:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her green eyes peer up at him through the darkness as she stumbles into his chest, putting her arms up to brace and catch herself on the broad surface. She nearly shivers at his tone* What do you mean? *Her mind raging, her body almost burning where it touches his*
[05-18:28] 007ef, •Morguline : To fight! *he pulls on her gun holdster, turning away from her pulling it with him with intention to spin her away .. or cause it to tear off, but he's aiming for the latter - desires rising..*
[05-18:36] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Being her effect was fastened securely and made of a thick leather, she is flung along with it and stumbles in the soaking ground. She catches her feet and blinks at him with a grin of sheer pleasure speading across her face* Of course...how foolish of me to forget...*She assumes a tense stance, watching him*
[05-18:38] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *into the
[05-18:39] 007ef, •Morguline : *pivots his abnormally sized body, facing her*.. Foolishness gets people killed. *he takes a deep, slow breath, eyes closing briefly*.. Show me.
[05-18:45] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : As you wish. *in a blink she lunges toward him, pushing off into a leap that would send her grappling towards his head; she's aiming to it and twist as she pulls her self up and over to the other side of him, if possible*
[05-18:49] 007ef, •Morguline : *crouches quickly, very low to evade the attack, turning, watching her every move, facing her constantly*.. Lunging is fruitless to those quicker than you, unless from behind, and that is not always successful*.. He speaks clearly, but quickly, words moving at the pace of their actions .. it won't be all hit or miss*..
[05-18:49] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *to twist it...
[05-18:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *At the miss of her target she throws her weight forwad and flips over him, landing in something of a crouch* Do you have a better suggestion?
[05-18:53] 007ef, •Morguline : Confrontation, plain and simple. *standing, coming to a half-crouched position, leaning in her direction - positioned*.. Learning your adversaries weaknesses is vital prior to battle, but you do not have that option here. *he rushes forward, keeping his speed at the after Kindred's rate, throwing a straight punch directed to her right side*..
[05-19:00] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *At the sight of his motion she moves to avoid, but not fast enough and the fist grazes of her side, brusing the ribs and scraping the skin as the gauntlet surges past her. She moves to turn herself and grab his flying arm*
[05-19:05] 007ef, •Morguline : *jerks to a stop as soon as he makes contact, head turning, always watching .. her hands latch onto his meaty arm - the other swoops from his side to clamp onto her side, lovehandles*..
[05-19:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her left knee raises to strike whatever it might, pressing away from his grip*
[05-19:12] 007ef, •Morguline : *the hand holding her tugs hard, up, pushing himself closer .. her knee connects soundly into his steely abdomen - thought she soon finds herself pulled off her last standing leg, hanging by his hold, and hers on his arm*.. The advantage is mind now. Do something about that. *his nails dig into her leather top, needed to keep his grapple*..
[05-19:15] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She growls and braces her legs into his chest/abdomen, send a sharp thrust to propell herself away from him and out of his grasp*
[05-19:16] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *sending
[05-19:18] 007ef, •Morguline : *releases her as she forces herself off, standing a moment, allowing her time to regain composure*.. Excellent.
[05-19:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she tumbles into a crouch and stands, whiping her hands on her pants and eyeing him*
[05-19:22] 007ef, •Morguline : *he approaches her, slowly, making an arch around her, intenting to circle, if she doesn't strike before then .. staring her down, readying himself, planning*..
[05-19:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She follows his citle, never leaving her back to him, sizing him as much as he sizes her. It's not unlike wolves to circle eachother...the behavior's rather natural in fact* Again?
[05-19:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *circle
[05-19:26] 007ef, •Morguline : It's never over until one of us is nearly dead, Kin. *he pauses in his pacing*.. So, spare yourself the pain.
[05-19:29] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I intend to. *makes to lunge at him again, but fakes and doubles down to send a sliding kick to his legs*
[05-19:34] 007ef, •Morguline : *his mind moves faster than his body, knowledge also a form of power .. hs manages to get out:*.. Wise? *before his legs are forced out from under him, be it from her power of his own to prove a point .. his body coming crashing down, quickly, the rain only making him heavier - falling down at her*..
[05-19:37] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she raises her hand it a fist as he falls to catch his jaw. He may crush her, but not with out defiance*
[05-19:39] 007ef, •Morguline : *for the lessons sake, just that happens, her hand connects with his jaw .. minor justice than the pounding pain of him collapsing onto her - his head cocks back from the blow*..
[05-19:42] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She gasps as the air is forced out of her and forces her lungs to take another breath. She sinks into the mud, he pelvic bones sreaming under the weight*
[05-19:42] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *her
[05-19:45] 007ef, •Morguline : *stands slowly to a low crouch, grabbing her sides in the process .. not lifting her off the ground*.. Unwise to trip an opponent who out-weighs you. *he stares at her, waiting .. wanting...*
[05-19:47] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she closes her eyes for a moment, panting* In my defense, most of my oppenets aren't such oafs as you. *His hands would fall partially on bare skin, due to her backless shirt*
[05-19:49] 007ef, •Morguline : No, but some are much bigger. *his hands move in a blink, one grabbing her crotch, other around the neck .. standing fully, lifting her up like luggage*..
[05-19:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her hands wrap around his arm, her mind analyzing the situation*
[05-19:54] 007ef, •Morguline : *heaves her up over his head, holding her there at full arms length .. belly facing his top, kicking worthless*.. What now, Kin.
[05-20:01] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : You're the teacher. If I had my revolver, I'd simply pop you one in that handsome face. *sneers, bifing time*
[05-20:01] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *biding
[05-20:03] 007ef, •Morguline : Firearms do not always work. *leans back gradually, positioning himself to throw her .. last chance*..
[05-20:05] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Maybe. *she tosses and wraps a leg around the arm at her crotch, twisting so that it might sever the grip*
[05-20:11] 007ef, •Morguline : *he turns with her, his hold still remains strong, the partly gloved hand pressing firm between her legs .. he brings her down from his side, releasing, bending toward her*..
[05-20:14] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she watches him carefully, seeking her feet, not moving to react just yet...*
[05-20:17] 007ef, •Morguline : *drops her to the damp ground, or lays her if she doesn't release .. either way, he follows through, dropping to his knees beside her, shadowing over her - staring off to the side of her head, his normal scowl gone*..
[05-20:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *lets her hands sort of rest on his arm until her moves it away, and looks up at him, from her-half sitting, half-reclined position, blinking in silence*
[05-20:20] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *he
[05-20:22] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((aand, brb.))
[05-20:24] 007ef, •Morguline : What you did before, to catch me show me something I wouldn't expect... *he glances into her eyes for only a second, then stares at the area opposite next to his head as he was before*.. Was it to prove just that point..? *Luna, glowing brightly in her full stage shines down silverish light over the two*..
[05-21:04] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she looks up at his face, but is unable to, for long* I...don't know. Truthfully.
[05-21:06] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : I might have been proving several points...*blinks, her eyes finding his face again*
[05-21:09] 007ef, •Morguline : *he sits on the wet earth, turning away partly, muttering under his breath in the Garou language; "A mistake"*.. Yes, you have... *he stares off into the rainy night, one leg raised, other flat .. an arm draped over the high knee*..
[05-21:13] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *The water begins dripping into her face and she sweeps it away with a damp hand. As she breaths she feels the slight pain of her bruised ribs expanding, and says nothing, mulling over his emotions*
[05-21:17] 007ef, •Morguline : *he turns, dropping to his back, directly next to her .. staring up into the downpour, clothing and skin alike, muddy - blinking away water, he questions his urges in silence*..
[05-21:22] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She puts her hands to her head, feeling it throb with conflicting reasons. She watches him and quells the urge for action..any kind of action...by biting her lip til it bleeds*
[05-21:23] 007ef, •Morguline : (The never ending story, paused again.)
[05-21:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((What he said ^_^))
[06-15:22] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((*blink*))
[06-15:23] 007ef, •Morguline: (Woof.)
[06-15:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Ah! *hides*))
[06-15:28] 007ef, •Morguline: (Muahah. We meet again. ; ) )
[06-15:28] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((Indeed. ^_^ Wait...I mean...*is hidden*))
[06-15:30] 007ef, •Morguline: (*grins* Well, shall we resume, or keep ourselves busy.. elsewhere?)
[06-15:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov: ((That's up to you *smiles*))
[06-15:34] 007ef, •Morguline : *his hands fold over his stomach, blinking repeatedly, gazing up into the watering heavens above .. his blood like fire in his veins, a sneer creeps along half his mouth, watching her out of the corner of an eye - silent still, deafening quite*..
[06-15:39] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She shifts towards him, lowering full onto her rear, and settles herself above him, looking down into his face while it sheilds the rain, her soaked hair slipping down to drip on him* Was it a mistake? *sucks a little on the wound in her lip and looks over his face*
[06-15:45] 007ef, •Morguline : *hands flat against the soaked earth, fingers curl, digging in as his darkened hues pass over her body .. his body hardens, tenses*.. Perhaps... *pausing*.. Another, might clarify..? *body trying to push through the ground*..
[06-15:52] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : Perhaps...*her voice is low and soft...a hand raises to run along his face, cupping it, her thumb extending to brush across his bottom lip. Her eyes are in motion over him, holding in a look that is simply predatorial*
[06-15:58] 007ef, •Morguline : *he gives in, completely, overcome by years of waiting, pent up emotions, locked away for what seems like countless years .. his hands raise to her sides, grapping on near her bottom - glancing left and right, quickly, often looking her in the eyes, his breathing accelerates*.. Quickly....
[06-16:01] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her eyes slip closed as she leans into him, one hand on his face, the other supporting the majority of her weight. Her lips hover over his for the sweetest of seconds, then brush against his, centering on his bottom lip and pressing softly, once, twice...*
[06-16:08] 007ef, •Morguline : *stares wide into the sky, the rain unable to make him even flintch .. his hands claw at her side, nails causing small tears in her leather top, and minor cuts into areas of her back - mind a mixed blaze of restrained memories.. losing to them quickly...*
[06-16:10] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She draws back slightly, feeling his nail, but enough that her warm breath falls on his lip before she closes the gap once more, this time pausing to nip at his bottom lips, eyes closed in the exhilerating sensations she's getting*
[06-16:15] 007ef, •Morguline : *he feels like he's on fire, and the rain can't put it out .. teeth bare momentairly before he shifts his head, mouth coming down with a hard kiss on her's - eyes close, his hands reaching around to her back, nails gliding up and down, accompanied with strong groaping*..
[06-16:18] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She winces at the pain his nails are causing on her freshly-scarred skin, and nips his lip again, sharply this time might she taste the tang of blood. It doesn't deter her from her kissing, however, her tounge would move to relish any blood that might be present*
[06-16:21] 007ef, •Morguline : *his lip is cut, his vital tastes very strong .. his mind not his own anymore, working on a level he hasn't in such a long time, becoming needy, wanting - his fingers curl inside her top from behind, severing the straps*..
[06-16:24] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She lets it fall where it may, shivering as water begins running onto her now-bare chest. She moves the hand that was on his face to the other side of his head, and break the kiss for a moment to pull herself fully ontop of him, straddling, her warmer areas pressed against his stomach. She looks down at him, her eyes smoldering hlaf-lided*
[06-16:25] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *half-lided
[06-16:30] 007ef, •Morguline : *he immediately grabs her legs, pushing her back over his aroused area, forcing her down onto it .. knees brought up slightly, his eyes opening back to reality - staring at her, his heart pounds loudly, eyes demanding more. much more...*
[06-16:32] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *she is forced back and her hands move to his shoulders. Her eyes slip closed for a moment at the feeling of him beneath her, and she turns her face up to the rain*
[06-16:37] 007ef, •Morguline : *warmth overwhelms him, one hand carefully glides up her side, resting ontop of her head, forcing it down, to look at him .. her eyes shut or not, his are open - burning with a feeling that he thought was lost*.. Give in... and consume.... *voice a low whisper on the rainy wind*..
[06-16:43] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *Her eyes bear down on his, allowing her self to be blissully swalloed. In a feverent rush she takes his mouth again, forcing her way in and tasting him, her fingers curling into his shoulders desperately*
[06-16:43] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *swallowed
[06-16:45] 007ef, •Morguline : *mouth opens as wide as it needs to, allowing her full access .. eyes close again, a half-armored hand resting on her back, keeping her tight against him, keeping her warm - his lengthy tongue soon dominates her own, smelling of vanilla, and raw meat*..
[06-16:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *She presses against his mouth with her own, claiming him as much as she can. Her hand work at his shoulders, nails digging in every so often. One hand releases to make its way to his hair, running through the rough strands and gripping slightly*
[06-16:50] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : *works
[06-16:51] e2e42, ºElizabeth LeBeau : (Dudes take the makeout shit to the private room)
[06-16:53] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((Aw, it's still PG-13 *grin*))
[06-16:53] 007ef, •Morguline : (::aaaand away, he goes!::)
[06-16:53] 55ca3, *Sophia Romanov : ((*follows*))
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