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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 19:46:42 GMT -5
She collapsed to the ground, her knees buckling under her suddenly too heavy blade and body. This enemy was stronger than he was supposed to be. She'd never fought a demon this strong. Tehra looked up at the demon as she clutched her side, blood dripping onto her fingers and to the ground beneath. Her teal eyes showed her fear and need to defeat him. He had to die. This demon was responsible for the serial deaths of four women. He seemed to be a succubus typed that seduced and then sucked the souls out of woman.
The demon smirked wildly as he laughed, gripping Tehra by the neck and pulling her to her feet roughly. "Little fallen angel... have you ever considered that you are in way over your head?" the demon said with his half crazed voice, boring his half crazed eyes into her own, trying to make her succumb. Tehra wouldn't. She was not to die tonight. This city needed her.
The demon was injured as well, one good hit and he would die. Both were close to their limit, but Tehra had her blade while the demon had his knife, which he had discarded for the moment to savor eating the fallen angel's soul. In an instant, Tehra stabbed that blade straight through the demon's stomach, delighting in the look he red eyes got as he realized it was he who was dying, not the teen.
He released her in his dying moments. Tehra turned from him and began to walk away. Once she was around the corner, she fell into the wall, limping as she used it for support. She was injured that was definate. Tehra needed to find some place to bandage her wounds soon, or the blood loss would knock her out. She began slowly limping towards another part of town with more light, her wings disappearing as she left a blood trail on the wall, continuing to clutch her bleeding side.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 19:59:00 GMT -5
fluttering of phantom wings the dark seemingly illuminated the man with the wings of the night. His figure was winging his way where he didn't know. he was wondering lost and daze not knowing truly what he was.
" Kishank iine morskeransk" he muttered slowly under his breath energy seemed to warp to him forming runes below his slender boy. his long red hair was losse falling around his shoulders. his eyes a bloody red just like his hair. the runes below him formed into a mirror and he looked down swooping through it suddenly disappearing. he landed slowly in a darken alleyway from another identical mirror his phantom wings folding and disappearing like smoke. he turned slowly and stared stright at her. the fallen angle whom his mirror had lead him to. she was wounded he looked at her his eyes pirceing.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 20:01:32 GMT -5
Tehra froze in her tracks as she noticed the man staring intently at her. The only movement was the night wind blowing her pink curls about. Where had he come from? The fallen angel hadn't even heard footsteps. It was difficult to sneak up on Tehra, but this man had done it. "Can... I help you...?" she asked cautiously, praying he wasn't out to hurt her. Tehra couldn't take another battle, and she knew that.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 20:09:01 GMT -5
The phantom winged angel continued to stare red eyes like fire or blood penetrating her through to her very core the soul of her being. he turned fully to face her his face was strong yet had a certain softness to it. his lips where perfect slightly plumper then most males. his handsome eyes where thin slender a long slender nose and slightly raised eyebrows made him look kind yet intimidating. he said no word as he aproched her his hand gently raised. he wore a black leather top and tight jean bottoms on the cheek under his left eye was a small tattoo of a sparrow.
"Riuth....I am Marcos" he said quietly a voice that was neither male nor female but something perfectly in between. he grabbed her hand as he spoke and suddenly her wounds healed he then kissed her hand gentily looking at her.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 20:16:39 GMT -5
Tehra was more than puzzled by this beautiful yet somewhat frightening man. As he healed her injuries, her fear dissipated into gratefulness as gazed at him in disbelief of the fact that he had saved her."Thank you..." she said softly in her young, sweet voice. "I'm Tehra... how did you find me?"
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 20:21:01 GMT -5
The man said nothing when he was spoken to instead he just continued to look at her calmly watching her like a majestic lion. the suddenly his phantom wings formed behind him again they where unlike any angles wings. like a shadow behind him not quite there not quite solid. there feathers where much longer and whispy like the wind itself.
"I will be your knight..." he spoke in his beautifull voice again. "Tehra will you let me..." he asked.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 20:28:36 GMT -5
Tehra didn't know what to say to that. She'd never known anyone to just outright offer to do that, especially since they had never seen each other before. The fallen also had no clue as to what Marcos was. "Well... I guess so... but... why?" the fallen didn't understand. Her wings came out at that moment as well. Tehra felt safe seeing his wings, so she let hers show as well.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 20:37:36 GMT -5
"Becuse...I must..." he said softly as he stood there his huge wings outstreched as much as they could in the tight space. his long red hair seemed to be windswept along with his clothing yet there was no wind with in this alley. he was a being that was not quite anything yet everything a creature of pure shadow and pure light. He did not know why he protected He had woken from his deep sleep to seek out a being to protect. he was a weapon and a shield a guardian angle. They where so few of those angles. angles who slept and only came out when there soul chosen was near. he had awoken to her presence from where he had slept deeply hidden in his tomb.
"I am your gaurdian...please use me as you see fit..." he said looking at her with his eyes such strange eyes suddenly the man fell to one knee in a swooping bow to her.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 20:47:04 GMT -5
Tehra backed up a step as she looked down at him, still in shock. "I.... don't want to use you, though a guardian would be wonderful...... but I don't understand... I'm a guardian myself... it seems strange for me to have one.... Where did you come from Marcos...?" Tehra asked asked as she knelt down to be at his eyes' level since he was bowing.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 20:53:50 GMT -5
"From here...From this place, you awoke me your presence woke me from my sleep" he said looking up from his bow his wings seemed to drift in and out of the shadows like silent smoke playing through the air. these where the wings of his rank of his race a true gaurdian who's soul became synced with there Soul's chosen. however even though his soul and body knew this he could not express it in words. His race slept deep within the world itself only to rise when powerfull souls called out to them wither the intended knew they had or not.
"Does this pose a problem for you?" he asked watching her face his eyes scrutinizing it for emotions, as if he was looking for any sign any at all of acceptance of his role.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 20:57:14 GMT -5
It made her a little uncomfortable, the way he always watched her so intently- as if there was nothing more interesting in the world than Tehra. But she smiled in spite of that small notice she had made. "No, not at all. I'd like to have a guardian. Granted, you need to let me still fight for these poor helpless humans, but I think I really want you around Marcos. As you saw earlier, I need saving sometimes to..." she grinned a little as she watched him, curious about his strange attitude.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
"Then I will serve you as you wish me to..." he said bowing again but this time it was only then inclination of his head. "My soul is bound to yours as long as you accept..." he spoke quietly then put his hands infront of him clasping them together. he spoke light quick words in a strange language.
"Shith Miks Rig kaiin" suddenly light seemed to be brought to him from an invisable sorce it slowly wrapped itself around his neck and her wrist. "Do you accept?" he said his hands still clasped as if in silent prayer.
"Tehra DeShount do you accept?" he spoke again gazeing at her the light still wrapped around them like a protective barrier. "Do you accept me as your Highwind your Gaurdian Angel?" he sounded calm despite the light despite the wind that seemed to have suddenly formed around him and her whipping at his cloths and pulling at his hair.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 21:25:30 GMT -5
She looked at the light, able to tell now that an ethereal bond was about to form between the two of them for the rest of her life. "Yes... I accept you as my Guardian Angel..." Tehra said softly as she met his eyes, unsure of what she was getting into, but something told her it was a good thing.
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 21:31:02 GMT -5
The light in that moment solidified taking on the form of a chain from her wrist to his neck around his neck a collar formed dark and sleek with a single charm hanging down of a sparrow in flight just like the tattoo on his cheek. around her wrist formed a charm braclet that had the sparrow charm along with eight little lettered charms spelling out Highwind. slowly the chain linking the two items faded and then dissapeared only a glint from time to time told that it was still there. Marcos looked at her with his deep eyes.
"Shith...It is done..." he said as he looked at her lightly.
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 21:39:59 GMT -5
Tehra looked down and shook the bracelet, hearing its high bell like jingle. She smiled at him, wanting to thank him or something, but she knew he wouldn't accept the thank you. "Do you want to go back to my house? I think I'm done hunting the dark tonight..."
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Post by Keran Jaxsom on Sept 14, 2008 21:43:19 GMT -5
the man nodded lightly the wind calming around him his wings still out however like a ghost in the shadows.
"Thank you..." he said quietly as his hand grasped his charm and it glowed bright blue. hers echoed the glow and her nodded lightly. "...When you need my help...touch the charm...it will warn me" he spoke with quiet resolve
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Post by kommandokitty92591 on Sept 14, 2008 21:51:31 GMT -5
Tehra nodded. "Alright then. I will remember to do that if I need help." She smirked lightly. "Which could be at really baaad times... I get hurt a lot..." she chuckled, wondering if Marcos could feel anything, could smile, laugh. "Come on follow me to my house...." Tehra flew up into the air, waiting for him to join her.
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