From: owenurhathgar@aol.com (Owen ur Hathgar)
Date: 14 Oct 1999 14:04:32 EDT
Owen bit back a sigh as the boy named Christopher readily, no eagerly, gave him the whereabouts of his own master and his prey. It was too easy, always too easy to find and kill his prey. Perhaps it was a sign that he should move on to other hobbies, or occupations. Owen knew that hunting was in his blood, however, and so long as it ran hotly through his veins, he had no choice but to follow his present course.
He had never found another that understood his plight. It was for them, these animals, that he hunted. It would be through his torment they grew stronger, and through his stalking that he, himself, would strengthen. There had been one or two that resisted his brute physical attacks, forcing him to use more subtle methods. This Red was one of them.
The use of names sickened him, no beast should be named naught but beast; but it did provide a method of record keeping. He could recall every single life he had reaped; he was a scythe that wandered through the fields of beasts, collecting those that had reached the pinnacle of their potential. He was the origin of an entire mythos and now with this sudden lackluster attitude he was in need of new sport.
It was these thoughts that were speeding through his mind as he entered the park in the center of this bizarre town.
Too easy this beast and yet this was his second attempt at rending up her soul to heaven. He would make it difficult on her for initiating, no injecting, these thoughts of boredom into the pool of his pure soul.
By the time he saw the couple sitting comfortably, preparing to begin their lesson righteous indignation fueled his purpose to the point of blinding him. He didn't bother to hide from Avery's view as he speed closer.
His muscular limbs moving in perfect harmony as he approached the Red from the back. It wasn't until the last moment that his story, told to Avery in order to get Red's location, was questioned. Even he could see that flicker of doubt in Avery's eyes as Red dove out of the way. It was all the same to Owen, he needed Avery out of the picture to explore this new idea he formed.
Owen reveled in the exhilaration he felt as he tackled Avery, his balance retained as they tumbled once, then twice. His fist flew out and landed squarely, but it wasn't the punch itself but the resulting impact with the ground that decided Avery's fate.
The moment Owen realized that Avery was unconscious he sprung up to face the waiting Red.
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From: redurthornei@aol.com (Red ur Thorne I)
Date: 18 Oct 1999 15:33:16 EDT
Fear is the mind killer
It was supposed to be a relaxing day at the park. She would teach Avery the basics of reading by using her favorite book, "There's a Monster at the End of this Book" and then later she was going to attend a gala at the Gallery.
As it turned out life cared little for what the day was supposed entail for Red. The scene quickly deteriorated into a surreal, nightmarish act. Red felt as though she had slipped into the final scene of some high drama tragedy and she the lead victim of a star-crossed fate.
Everything was fine up until the moment she caught sight of Owen in the depths of Avery's eyes. Fine shattered into horror as she tucked and dove to the left, spinning a few feet over uneven and rough ground. By the time she was able to right herself and draw her blade, Avery was laying limp on the ground.
She growled at Owen as he rose to face her, the feral sound growing edged with rage as he smiled at her. "It is down to us again, a cozy situation, yes?", even his voice was pretty.
She despised everything about him, and everything he inspired in her soul. "This Act will nae have the same ending as the first, I ken.", her voice was cold and calm.
"In that you are correct. I shall take more of you than your family and your heart this time, Gabrielle." Owen moved with blinding speed as he spoke the words.
Their blades, both forged by the same maker, clashed as they both swung high. Red pivoted to the left in an attempt to disengage but found Owen waiting with a legsweep. As she toppled she swung wildly, sending the blade deep into the trunk of a tree, gouging out a chunk of ancient bark.
Owen, with professional accuracy, reversed the hold of his blade and struck at Red's exposed side, his blade also gouging out a chunk, but his was of flesh. Red bit down hard to suppress the howl of pain and anguish as the steel ate of her sinew and bone. She could feel that one of her ribs had succumbed to the force of the impact and cracked.
When she tore the blade from it's wooden sheath she could hear ragged gasps of breath that although they were her own seemed distant. She didn't know how she managed to parry Owen's next slash but she did and was able to enter into his defense range.
She was no knight that fought by a code of honor and so when her knee rose and connected with his most sensitive of areas she felt no compulsion to apologize. She followed through with the kick, reversed her hold on her bastard sword and sent the butt of the hilt directly into the center of his far-too-beautiful face.
Blood and profanity erupted from his lips, with a rage that burned it's image into her memory he attacked with an undeniable fury. A flurry of attacks and parries ensued and at the end of it, Owen stood above Red, his blade buried in her chest as though he wielded a flag and was intent upon claiming some land for his own or his country.
"Now, the last Act can begin, sweet beast.", Owen whispered the words through bloodied lips.
Owen sheathed his blade, then Red's. He tore off pieces of his cloak to use as makeshift bonds. Once he was positive she was secure he waited for her to mend enough to move. His wait was not long and soon he would make clear to this undead creature what fate had in store for her.
Date: 18 Oct 1999 15:33:16 EDT
Fear is the mind killer
It was supposed to be a relaxing day at the park. She would teach Avery the basics of reading by using her favorite book, "There's a Monster at the End of this Book" and then later she was going to attend a gala at the Gallery.
As it turned out life cared little for what the day was supposed entail for Red. The scene quickly deteriorated into a surreal, nightmarish act. Red felt as though she had slipped into the final scene of some high drama tragedy and she the lead victim of a star-crossed fate.
Everything was fine up until the moment she caught sight of Owen in the depths of Avery's eyes. Fine shattered into horror as she tucked and dove to the left, spinning a few feet over uneven and rough ground. By the time she was able to right herself and draw her blade, Avery was laying limp on the ground.
She growled at Owen as he rose to face her, the feral sound growing edged with rage as he smiled at her. "It is down to us again, a cozy situation, yes?", even his voice was pretty.
She despised everything about him, and everything he inspired in her soul. "This Act will nae have the same ending as the first, I ken.", her voice was cold and calm.
"In that you are correct. I shall take more of you than your family and your heart this time, Gabrielle." Owen moved with blinding speed as he spoke the words.
Their blades, both forged by the same maker, clashed as they both swung high. Red pivoted to the left in an attempt to disengage but found Owen waiting with a legsweep. As she toppled she swung wildly, sending the blade deep into the trunk of a tree, gouging out a chunk of ancient bark.
Owen, with professional accuracy, reversed the hold of his blade and struck at Red's exposed side, his blade also gouging out a chunk, but his was of flesh. Red bit down hard to suppress the howl of pain and anguish as the steel ate of her sinew and bone. She could feel that one of her ribs had succumbed to the force of the impact and cracked.
When she tore the blade from it's wooden sheath she could hear ragged gasps of breath that although they were her own seemed distant. She didn't know how she managed to parry Owen's next slash but she did and was able to enter into his defense range.
She was no knight that fought by a code of honor and so when her knee rose and connected with his most sensitive of areas she felt no compulsion to apologize. She followed through with the kick, reversed her hold on her bastard sword and sent the butt of the hilt directly into the center of his far-too-beautiful face.
Blood and profanity erupted from his lips, with a rage that burned it's image into her memory he attacked with an undeniable fury. A flurry of attacks and parries ensued and at the end of it, Owen stood above Red, his blade buried in her chest as though he wielded a flag and was intent upon claiming some land for his own or his country.
"Now, the last Act can begin, sweet beast.", Owen whispered the words through bloodied lips.
Owen sheathed his blade, then Red's. He tore off pieces of his cloak to use as makeshift bonds. Once he was positive she was secure he waited for her to mend enough to move. His wait was not long and soon he would make clear to this undead creature what fate had in store for her.