Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 30, 2010 15:19:22 GMT -5
Okay so yeah. Finally, Marrus/Draven confrontation. Or... The end of it... I didn't feel like writing out some huge thing to show everything that happened before anyone else came in. So here's the deal. Rules:
1) Draven, Seriah, Ashemir ONLY (you gotta ask to join, PM me)
2) Two day post or you'll be skipped
3) Posting order please
4) It is probably not even relevant to the plot but whatever. (I think it's more of a mini-plot to switch around characters or something...)
5) Enjoy...
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Draven had sent word. He'd left a letter at Seriah's house, sliding it under the door before he gone to the Port. With the information he'd gathered at the castle, he thought he was ready to confront his brother and maybe find a way to capture or kill him. So he'd left a letter in hopes that Ashemir would keep his guard up. Just incase...
The letter was written in Draven's quick, scrawled handwriting. It was only a few words, not even enough to qualify for much more than a note, really. It read:
Ashemir--
I found out exactly where my brother is in Issilt. Keep an eye out for him. I'll come find you soon. Be careful. And watch Seriah's back too. I think Marrus is aware of you both.
Not enough time to write more and explain. Just stay safe.
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Now it was nearing midnight and the sky was overcast, throwing everything into shadow. Two figures stood out in the street, one hunched down as if fighting to keep on its feet, the other looking cocky and over-confident. Their eyes glowed in the dark of the night, one set a dulled bronze and the other deep emerald green. The stand off might have been something to be avoided, if there were anyone around. The humans were all hidden away in their homes, whatever stragglers that might have been out turning back the way they'd come earlier to avoid the cacophony of fighting and yelling. The two were silent at the moment, their fighting ended only minutes before. For now.
"Draven, do you really think you'll stop me?" the green eyed man asked, tilting his head slightly. "Because, honestly, I think you've already failed. I mean, seriously, did you think you could hide your friendship from me? Or save the humans? Or anything like that? I don't think so. You've definitely failed."
In an instant, the man standing upright was beside the other, his fingers curved into claws and wrapped around the other's neck. Draven struggled to pry the fingers off but the effort was in vain. He'd been damaged enough, various wounds over his body still seeping red blood. His twin lifted him from the ground by his throat and he winced, holding the fingers around his neck. He did his best to watch Marrus, but it was beginning to get hard. And now his brother was saying something, holding a dagger in his free hand, twirling the hilt between his fingers.
"See, I've discovered something, Draven," he said, watching the dagger, watching the blade that was dripping some clear substance in little droplets. "I found a poison that can actually kill a vampire. It stops our fast healing dead in its tracks and we become human in that sense. And the poison itself can be deadly in high doses. You don't have any idea how many vampires I had to test it on before I found the right combination of toxins for it to work..."
He laughed, a maniacal sound that rang in the silence of the street, of the night. Draven watched the blade with fearful eyes. And just as he was about to ask something (though it probably wouldn't have sounded like much more than a choked whisper), Marrus took the blade in his fist and slammed the dagger into his twin's side. The scream that escape Draven was weak, but still rather loud, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth together. Marrus looked at Draven's face, cracking a wicked grin before twisting the blade in the wound. Again, Draven cried out. Marrus released the weapon, leaving it where it was. He took his now free hand and closed his fingers on a fistful of Draven's shirt. And then he threw him, without much effort, out of the street and toward a house.
Seriah's house to be exact.
Draven slammed into the wall right beside the door, head cracking against it with a sickening sound. He could feel the wall dent in behind him, breaking some of the inner slats. Stars sprouted in his vision and he looked at the blurred figure of Marrus, still in the street. Draven touched his side and hissed, unable to move. The wound with the dagger still embedded in it burned and the fire was spreading through his side slowly. He blinked slowly, leaning his head back and letting his hand fall to the ground. No sense in moving; it'd just spread whatever the hell Marrus had poisoned him with faster.
1) Draven, Seriah, Ashemir ONLY (you gotta ask to join, PM me)
2) Two day post or you'll be skipped
3) Posting order please
4) It is probably not even relevant to the plot but whatever. (I think it's more of a mini-plot to switch around characters or something...)
5) Enjoy...
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Draven had sent word. He'd left a letter at Seriah's house, sliding it under the door before he gone to the Port. With the information he'd gathered at the castle, he thought he was ready to confront his brother and maybe find a way to capture or kill him. So he'd left a letter in hopes that Ashemir would keep his guard up. Just incase...
The letter was written in Draven's quick, scrawled handwriting. It was only a few words, not even enough to qualify for much more than a note, really. It read:
Ashemir--
I found out exactly where my brother is in Issilt. Keep an eye out for him. I'll come find you soon. Be careful. And watch Seriah's back too. I think Marrus is aware of you both.
Not enough time to write more and explain. Just stay safe.
Draven
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Now it was nearing midnight and the sky was overcast, throwing everything into shadow. Two figures stood out in the street, one hunched down as if fighting to keep on its feet, the other looking cocky and over-confident. Their eyes glowed in the dark of the night, one set a dulled bronze and the other deep emerald green. The stand off might have been something to be avoided, if there were anyone around. The humans were all hidden away in their homes, whatever stragglers that might have been out turning back the way they'd come earlier to avoid the cacophony of fighting and yelling. The two were silent at the moment, their fighting ended only minutes before. For now.
"Draven, do you really think you'll stop me?" the green eyed man asked, tilting his head slightly. "Because, honestly, I think you've already failed. I mean, seriously, did you think you could hide your friendship from me? Or save the humans? Or anything like that? I don't think so. You've definitely failed."
In an instant, the man standing upright was beside the other, his fingers curved into claws and wrapped around the other's neck. Draven struggled to pry the fingers off but the effort was in vain. He'd been damaged enough, various wounds over his body still seeping red blood. His twin lifted him from the ground by his throat and he winced, holding the fingers around his neck. He did his best to watch Marrus, but it was beginning to get hard. And now his brother was saying something, holding a dagger in his free hand, twirling the hilt between his fingers.
"See, I've discovered something, Draven," he said, watching the dagger, watching the blade that was dripping some clear substance in little droplets. "I found a poison that can actually kill a vampire. It stops our fast healing dead in its tracks and we become human in that sense. And the poison itself can be deadly in high doses. You don't have any idea how many vampires I had to test it on before I found the right combination of toxins for it to work..."
He laughed, a maniacal sound that rang in the silence of the street, of the night. Draven watched the blade with fearful eyes. And just as he was about to ask something (though it probably wouldn't have sounded like much more than a choked whisper), Marrus took the blade in his fist and slammed the dagger into his twin's side. The scream that escape Draven was weak, but still rather loud, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth together. Marrus looked at Draven's face, cracking a wicked grin before twisting the blade in the wound. Again, Draven cried out. Marrus released the weapon, leaving it where it was. He took his now free hand and closed his fingers on a fistful of Draven's shirt. And then he threw him, without much effort, out of the street and toward a house.
Seriah's house to be exact.
Draven slammed into the wall right beside the door, head cracking against it with a sickening sound. He could feel the wall dent in behind him, breaking some of the inner slats. Stars sprouted in his vision and he looked at the blurred figure of Marrus, still in the street. Draven touched his side and hissed, unable to move. The wound with the dagger still embedded in it burned and the fire was spreading through his side slowly. He blinked slowly, leaning his head back and letting his hand fall to the ground. No sense in moving; it'd just spread whatever the hell Marrus had poisoned him with faster.