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Thread: School is Tough (Angel + Moon Struck)

Kristen nodded again a soft smile playing upon her lips, tugging up the corners. She could tell that him not knowing where she had come from or when she had moved in had struck a nerve. Though, he heard him say that his sister was ten years old and she looked at him, surprised as she murmured, wow such a young age to be well you know an vampire. She said this more to herself than to anyone else as she looked at him, raising a brow, I don't really have a place in town, I wanted to be off the radar for a reason so on the outskirts of town, there is a little wood shack that I've been calling my home since I came here. It's not the best, it's drafty and barely stable, I'm sure that one day, a strong gust of wind will knock it down, but until then it's all that I have. she explained softly and in low tones. She snapped her head towards the windows, she had caught the faint scent of a werewolf and she thought that she was imagining thing. Though, when she saw her once former brother standing just outside the window, long blonde hair, blue eyes with a hint of gold and silver and a beach body build with a smug smile plastered on his face. She saw him turn and run, transforming into a wolf as he reached the outskirts of town and watched him disappear into the woods. If it were possible her face would have turned white with fear, but instead her eyes just widened as she turned her eyes back onto him, I......they found..........found me.
Thread: School is Tough (Angel + Moon Struck)

he smirked a little. she was born as a vampire. all of the Rosewood Clan are born as a Vampire. he admitted simply before staring at her with a look akin to utter horror. your living in a SHACK!? he demanded, fury in his voice. this i will NOT allow! he growled, glaring at her. you will accompany me to my home immediately after school, stinking of mutt or not, you are a Vampire, and you will live as one. he stated with a huff before snarling as the fresh scent of wolf hit his nose, his eyes flicking to her. who found y... he paused, froze, his eyes widening a little before he suddenly realized. their hunting you... that's why you where trying to hide... their hunting you... his voice was filled with shock and he suddenly stood up, a low, dangerous hiss falling from his lips. come with me. he ordered, leading the way out of the cafeteria. he had kept his voice very low, none of the human's had heard him talking... but the look of utter fury on his face was enough to start the whispers as they watched Kristen following him. he flipped open his phone and punched in a few numbers, pressing the phone to his ear. Thitan! get the Guards, now! we're being infested. he snarled. i have a runaway on my hands, she's in danger. i want her transported to the Manor. the Mutts would be stupid to try and get her there. he wasn't even asking Kristen... he was just barking his orders as he led her out into the parking lot where a Limo was already waiting. he indicated for Kristen to get in, sniffing at the air with narrowed eyes before he settled into the Limo next to her, typing furiously on his phone as he texted various people. the Clan is getting ready. soon the manor will be impenetrable. he admitted simply. you will be safe in my home.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Let me offer you a warm drink, we can't have you getting a cold after having survived a vicious attack on your life, can we? Tristan said with a twinge of a smile and made his way into the kitchen to heat up a pot of tea and hot chocolate. Not that he intended on mixing the two together but he had always preferred hot chocolate over any other hot drink. He poured some tea into a cup when it was done and took the hot chocolate out of the microwave. Then, he made his way back to the main room where he was sheltering Carlos Sanchez, someone who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that hadn't been his fault and he hadn't done anything wrong and that was why Tristan was protecting him from those who wanted to end his life. Thanks for doing this for me, I know you didn't have to. Carlos murmured as he stared down at the cup in his hands and chewed on his bottom lip. He wondered how on earth he was going to survive all that was to come. One assassin had already come after him but thanks to Tristan, he had managed to survive. Ironically, just as he was thinking this, Falin came crashing through the window and he stumbled backward as he was attacked, unable to avoid the incoming blows entirely. Tristan's eyes narrowed, he hadn't expected two assassination attempts in one night but he adapted fairly quickly and when Falin went for the kill, the blond seemed to almost disappear from view for a split second although it was simply a result of his quick reflexes. There was nothing supernatural about him at all, he was in fact just a mortal albeit a very skilled mortal. He tackled Carlos to the ground and as a result, the arrow Falin had sent towards his target missed completely and Tristan was already up on his feet a second later to take advantage of the situation. Come on, Carlos. We have to get you away from here. He told him and dragged the other male out of the room and towards a safer location in the house. Running out of the place wasn't the smartest idea since it would be easier to find and track them down. So the only other option was in another room where it would be harder to take them out. Tristan already had his cell phone out and was dialing the police as he headed for his bedroom. Unlike some of the other rooms, that particular one didn't have a window, so Falin couldn't smash through it. Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Tristan asked, letting his green eyes flicker over the man he was trying to protect. He wasn't even sure why he was helping him when he didn't even know Carlos but he couldn't leave someone to get hurt when he could do something about it. That was just the way he was and he couldn't change himself.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose The martial artist didn't want to place himself in the assassin's sights, so he decided to retire to another room with Carlos and wait there until help came. Tristan didn't think that the other male might be drawn to him because of this and poured all of his attention into protecting the other male. He knew the assassin would probably break down the door but if they could just manage to survive for a few minutes, the police would be here. There was no way the other male would stick around long enough to take out some of the cops, the whole point to an assassination was to do it quickly, efficiently and without witnesses. Tristan made a face as the arrow hit Carlos, thankfully only in the shoulder though, and his blond hair cascaded through the air like a waterfall as he dodged and then spun and avoided the next attack. This other guy was good, he had to admit and he let his blue eyes linger on him. Over the next few minutes, the two of them exchanged blows and by the time it was over, both of them were sporting minor injuries although Falin had suffered a few more than he had, mostly because he had underestimated Tristan earlier. If he hadn't, the two of them would have been almost equally matched. Tristan watched as Falin fled the scene as the police arrived and winced as he reached up and touched his head gingerly to see how badly it hurt. He had bruises scattered all over his arms and a few on his side as well as on the right side of his cheek. The blond also had been hit on the head with the edge of Falin's bow and even though it hadn't been that hard, it still hurt! But it seemed luck was on his side since it hadn't been the back of his head or the temples. He heaved a sigh as Carlos was loaded into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. But would he be safe there? Tristan wasn't so sure since if the people after him had sent an assassin, wouldn't the man not stop until he had accomplished his mission? He got out of the ambulance and waited in the waiting room for him to be taken care of and pondered. Should he insist on going in to see him or wait out here? That thought in mind, he started to pace, trying to figure out how the assassin would infiltrate the hospital if he did intend to come here. He didn't notice that someone else was there watching him as well. Well in his mind there were two options, the assassin could either come in stealth like and sneak into the room and kill him there or he could pretend to be one of the hospital staff and walk into the room without drawing any undue attention until it was too late. The latter seemed like the best option and Tristan bit down on his lower lip in consternation. What could he do though to prevent that? Nothing since he didn't know who was hospital staff and who wasn't. So, the only way he could protect Carlos was to be by his side until he was released. Thankfully the injury wasn't great enough to keep him there overnight, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Tristan thought he would have been safe for at least a few hours back in his own house. What sort of assassin visited the same place right after a crime had tried to take place there? Sure it would be intelligent to return because no one would think he would go there again but directly after he had tried to kill someone there? That wasn't too likely which was why Tristan thought it would be safe to go back and grab some things before heading out of the small city they were currently located in. But when he started to regain consciousness, he felt quite uncomfortable for some reason. He tried to roll over but was stopped by something and as his blue eyes opened, Tristan's lips parted and his breathing quickened when he became aware of his situation. The blond abruptly realized his nipples and cock were hard and he was completely naked, not to mention tied up in the worst possible way. He swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to control his fear. Why hadn't he woken up during this?! He wasn't a heavy sleeper and a muscle in the martial artist's cheek twitched upon coming to the conclusion that he had been drugged to keep him from waking up during the process. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to return here so soon after all, he thought belatedly to himself. He struggled as Falin leaned forward once more and gasped when the assassin continued to nibble, nip, kiss and lick his way from one of his nipples to his cock. S-stop, you bastard! What the hell did you do to Carlos! Tristan exclaimed, fighting the urge to squirm on the bed he was restrained on. There was no way to get out of these ropes, not with his wrists tied and bound to the headboard of the bed and his legs tied to his knees which were forcibly held open and tied in a way that held them apart. Get off me. Tristan ordered, narrowing those beautiful blue eyes as he glared at his attacker.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin chuckled at the others horrified demand to know what had happened to Carlos, but he didn't answer, let Tristan come to his own conclusions about what the target was doing. yes. he growled at the others terrified outburst, enjoying the feeling of the others cock in his mouth, the tightness around his fingers, laughing in delight at any noise the other couldn't hold in. because your beautiful. Falin breathed in response to the 'why me' Question. because your skilled, talented, and utterly Ethereal... it has been a very long time since someone has managed to best me in battle... so long since i've seen someone as gorgeous as you. i simply cannot resist the call of your body to mine. he purred. that would have been poetic... if not for the fact that he was raping the other. he moaned eagerly as he forced his way deep into the others body, gasping in delight at how hot, how Tight Tristan was. and he had to chuckle at the others resolve. such a strong boy, such a strong will. but Falin's was stronger. he groaned and moaned, and suddenly altered his thrusts so that every move, every thrust in, every pull outwards rubbed and teased that spot deep, deep inside of the other. his hand teasing the length, and the shaft again as he laughed, practically making it impossible for the other not to cum. and when Tristan did, and Falin made sure he did, he grunted, and milked himself out as well, spilling his own hot load deep inside of the other, emptying himself out compleatly before simply sitting there, his cock buried up the the balls as he panted, catching his breath, locking that hot, wet seed deep inside of the other for the breif moment, smirking at Tristan. there, now was that so bad? he teased, smirking visciously as he pulled out, watching his seed slowly dribble out of Tristan's ass. beautiful... i love how you look now, horrified... yet so very satisfied and used... he snickered and used Tristan's hair to clean off his own cock before he took his time getting clean, humming happily as he smirked at Tristan. i'll be back for another round my sweet. for now, i have another target i have to take down before i can enjoy your warm, tight body again. he purred, vanishing out the room, and heading out the front door, leaving Tristan there, tied up and covered in cum, helpless. all he could do was wait for Falin to come back, and use his body again. fortunately for Tristan, Carlos wasn't dead, and an hour after the deed was done, he staggered into the room, looking utterly shocked at the sight of Tristan looking like that before quickly untying him. he didn't ask any questions, there was no need to... it was pretty clear what had happened. now Tristan had a decision to make.. flee, or take revenge.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Of course the first thing that came to mind when he saw that Carlos wasn't on the couch was that the man had went into his own room or was in the bathroom taking care of bodily functions. But eventually, he saw the note and his blue-green eyes widened as he abruptly realized what had happened and his jaw clenched at the thought of Carlos in the hands of an assassin. The only consolation was that the man had left a note which meant he still had a chance to save him and he wondered why Falin would tease him like this. Hadn't it been his job to take out Carlos? If so, why didn't he just kill him and then go after Tristan afterward? The blond didn't understand the assassin's reasoning behind his acts. Sure, the man was obsessed with him but it would be a simple matter to go after him once his business was concluded. Why did he keep Carlos alive? He ducked when the rock came through the window and when the glass had settled, Tristan looked up quickly to see if someone had entered and saw the one person he didn't want to see. The blond narrowed his eyes at the other male. What the hell do you want?! Tristan exclaimed as he ran after Falin when the assassin jumped off the roof. How on earth could he survive something like that? By the time he reached the spot Falin had jumped off, he expected the other male to be gone. But instead, the assassin was still there, like he had been waiting. That made him frown. He used a nearby fire escape to make his own way down and ran after Falin who annoyingly stayed just out of reach until they reached a clearing in a little park. Tristan slowed when he saw the assassin stop and watched the other carefully as he waited for Falin to act. Was he going to attack here? He glared at the other male when Falin tried to taunt him into attacking first. There was no way he was going to make that mistake. Where is he? Tristan demanded to know, his defensive stance up as he waited for the assassin to respond to him. There had to be something he wanted, there had to be a reason as to why he was doing all this. But what was it? I don't want to fight you. He was speaking the truth. I just want him back. Or know what I can do to make sure no one kills him. Tristan added.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose But that was in self-defense! He didn't intentionally kill someone and plan it out beforehand. Tristan argued and shook his head, wondering if he would ever be able to get through to this man or if the two of them would forever be at odds with eachother. Later, as he waited in the park for the assassin to call him or show up, Tristan found himself thinking once more about the stranger and realized he had never gotten his name. What was his name, anyway? Why should he even care? He was startled out of his thoughts when his cell rang and he picked up, expecting to hear the assassin's voice on the other end of the line but instead it was the hospital, calling to inform him that Falin had disappeared. Of course, that didn't surprise him much but what came next definitely made him frown. He knew something might have been wrong with the assassin earlier when he had passed out from the pain in his head but a life-threatening condition? Tristan found himself worried, despite what Falin had done to him and to Carlos. He wanted revenge for being raped but at the same time, he didn't want Falin to die either. Not unless it was due to a fight the two of them had in which case it couldn't be helped. Tristan heard a noise from behind him and he turned quickly, expecting to see Falin there but was surprised a second time that afternoon when he saw Carlos stumble into the clearing, apparently mostly unharmed. We had a fight and if I won he was going to tell me where you were. But he collapsed mid-way through and I took him to the hospital since I couldn't have him dying without knowing where you were. The blond paused as he ran through the events of what had happened in his mind. He disappeared from the place and I came back here, thinking he might have returned to continue our fight but apparently he went back to you. What I don't get is why he let you go when our fight wasn't finished. Tristan explained with a frown and nodded when Carlos asked if he wanted to be shown the location. There was no longer any need to seek him out and yet he found himself drawn to find the assassin and save his life. If he could. By making him return to the hospital. You took a bath? The blond inquired with an arched brow when Carlos went on to comment about how huge the bathtub was. He abruptly saw Falin sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands and came to a halt. Tristan stood in front of Carlos, pushing him off to the side and out of the way should the other male decide to attack. But instead, Falin simply growled and ordered them to leave. No. Not without you. I want you to come back with me to the hospital. They said your brain is bleeding and if they don't take care of the problem it could become life-threatening. I can't have that happen when there's something I can do about it. He said. Tristan leveled his gaze at the assassin. I'm not leaving until you agree to come back with me and get yourself looked at. He said, setting his foot down on the matter. He wasn't going to give up on Falin, no matter what the other male said.
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Despite everything that had happened and what the assassin had done to the two of them, Tristan still didn't want to give up on the other male. Sure, he knew he was taking a risk but for some reason he didn't think Falin wanted to hurt them anymore. Why would he have saved them from the other assassins? Okay, well if he wanted to take them out himself it would make more sense but then why hadn't he done so earlier if that was the case? He could have killed Carlos after coming back instead of releasing him and yet he hadn't. Tristan frowned when the assassin said he knew about his condition and shook his head, not wanting to let this go because if someone was in need before his eyes he had to help them. Whether they wanted him to or not. You should still get yourself checked out by the hospital staff. They might prescribe you something to help with the pain or something at least. The blond said, trying to persuade him to return, if only to get a diagnosis on his condition. He froze in place when Falin fired a gun in their direction but didn't move from his spot next to the other male. As he expected, none of the shots hit either of them although Carlos seemed a bit shaken up at the assassin's actions. Tristan let Carlos leave the place, not wanting to keep him here if the other male didn't want to, and let his blue-green eyes linger on Falin for a moment. What was up with this assassin? He confused him ? That was odd. What do you mean, I confuse you? He asked, not sure he understood what Falin was talking about here. Tristan's lips parted when the assassin told him he would go to the hospital if he became his and for a second he didn't know how to respond. Be his? What exactly did that entail? He narrowed his eyes when Falin further explained he had to do anything he told him to do in exchange for him going to the hospital. The blond hesitated, not sure if he wanted to commit himself to an assassin. How about I become yours for one day? Tristan said, trying to negotiate with the other male. After all, he was only asking him to go to the hospital for one day, so why should he have to suffer for longer than that in return?
Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Of course I don't want to fight, I just want everyone to get along with eachother. Sure, a little spar now and then is fine as long as no one gets hurt but fighting to inflict pain on someone is wrong! And fighting to kill someone else is worse, it goes against one of the Ten Commandments. He exclaimed, wondering why Falin felt differently about this concept, he shouldn't because all men were created equal. Tristan tilted his head to the side when the assassin told him to stop thinking so loud and blinked, what did he mean by that? As time passed, he abruptly realized that somehow Falin was able to hear or feel his thoughts or something along those lines. The thought both made him nervous and a bit surprised. Since that would be considered magic in this day and age. I suppose. Tristan replied when Falin said he had to be his for each day he was kept at the hospital and let out a little sigh at the thought, well maybe he would get lucky and the other male wouldn't want to fuck. He really didn't want to repeat that particular experience. Not that it was all that bad but he didn't want to go any further down that road. That's fine, Carlos will come too. I can't leave him alone for an extended period of time. You've seen how people keep coming after him and if I stay with you alone they will definitely find him. The blond said and with that settled, the two of them went to the hospital where a number of things happened. In the end, Falin was kept for three days and then finally released at the end of the third day due to his complaining to the staff. Carlos was getting the three of them some soda from a nearby vending machine and Tristan was in the room where they were keeping Falin at the moment. So where do you want to go now? Back to your place? He asked, waiting for the other male to respond to him.
Thread: Insula Assassins Guild

Insula Assassins Guild Located on the island of Insula, 2nd class guild, 2-story building, deals heavily with pirates and bandits.