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Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

So desperately did Rat desire to strike her down, to hurt her in vain hope to open her eyes to the reality that she lived in. Yet she refused to show outward hate to him. If anything, she seemed to pity him. Him? Why him?! Does she not see the horrifying and senseless act of murder he had performed before her? Why doesn't she hate? WHY!? Torn inside, his fingers grasped the gun, his face contorting to a harrowing mix of sorrow, despair, anger and helplessness. Gugh...g..ghh... his hands quivered, struggling to pull the trigger, yet no shot came. Rat, sick of hearing her moping for the people he had slain, put the gun back to his holster. ...If you can't kill me...then this world isn't for you. he said with spite as he turned away, walking towards the roadside where a small commotion was raised. Near the roadside, Zeppel was confronted by the Lancer Hughes, stopped with his hand on Zeppel's shoulder. He looked him straight in the eye frowning and then punched him in the face, sending him onto the ground with a mighty thump. They were just children, Zeppel! CHILDREN! What did they do to deserve dying like that?! he said, almost roused to tears. Zeppel simply stood up, defiantly staring when Rat had rushed to his aid andhelped him up. And I suppose you'll be an ally to those pigs now, right? You joined us to avoid trial for Friendly fire, I can easily send you back for a good bounty! he said, rubbing his jaw. Hughes did not take kindly to this Grrhh...W-why you-! He lunged for a punch before he was held back by Gage and Rat. Such showed the deep seperation within the group, so very fragmented with conflicting beliefs. Hughes and Eric didn't think ill of Darcsen, while Gage, Rat and Zeppel disliked them to the extent of unwarranted genocide. The three briefly quarreled, but once things calmed down, he looked at the members of the Warhounds. You joined me because you wanted money and glory, right? Then go deeper into this ocean of blood! Your reward will surely lie beneath the surface! So either follow me or stay behind! he said. The others were resigned and followed him, keeping their thoughts to themselves before they noticed Isara's figure standing behind them, bathed in pale moonlight from above. If you want your revenge, come find us. was all that he said. Grumbling yet in some form of agreement, the group was about to walk away from the scene they had left behind...
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Why would I add to the bloodshed that I have fought against for all of my life? Isara was awakened from her slumber by the sounds of the men fighting among each other, her eyelids slowly peeling back as a sickening sensation settled in her chest cavity. The scent of death permeated the entire area, reinforcing the reality of her situation... Yet, why was she still alive? She picked herself up off the ground and approached them rather boldly, Why are you leaving me alive? Why did you murder my friends right in front of me and yet spare me? I beg of you, do not leave me here, she raised her voice to them, I desire to prove my words to you. I declare, no, I swear that I will change your minds. By my own strength I will force you to realize what you are doing is wrong, that you are mistaken about myself as well as my people. You will regret the day that you killed my friends... I wager my very life on it! Isara walked up to their leader but was unable to raise her eyes to meet his, I know that you think we are no better than animals, but even animals have the right to live and struggle to protect that life. Others may fight you with guns and knives and the strength of their two arms, but I will oppose you with my heart, my words, my actions, and my very life... What is your answer? Her hands where shaking, but she felt compelled to say these words, these bold words, in the face of everything that had transpired before her. Of course a part of her wished to see these men suffer for their deeds, but an even larger part of her wished to save them, to act as their salvation, to be the spark of change in their hearts that would start the fire of change across the world.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Isara avoided direct eye contact, her large dark eyes turning away from his as he pulled her face upward to meet his. She wordlessly reached down and pulled her Darcen cloak up and over her shoulders, holding it in her hands as she stood before him. It was a keepsake of hers, one of her few possessions that she truly treasured, yet her determination to prove herself to the men was even stronger still. She raised her hand and silently rubbed the spittle from her cheek. Yes, I will submit myself to your will without question, she answered his question firmly but her voice held much less force than before, but it was probably not the wisest thing for her to do. Her body wished to flee, to run as far as her legs could carry her from this despicable band of men, yet wasn't that exactly what they wanted her to do? To watch her resolve crumble and fall before her instinctual self-preservation? Her iron will fought against that instinct and held, at least for now... But she had no idea the extent to which these men would try to break that will and smash her very soul under their feet.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

He had awaited expecting her to simply refuse and stand there, to see her disrobe her shawl reinforced to him that her words remained true. Oh, now the fun will begin trying to break her down and utterly destroy her soul. Many scenarios, each one much more cruel than the other played in his head, the many things he would do to her. Rape in comparison was merciful in contrast to the ideas he had in store. Holding a coil of rope, he bound her wrists before her, tight and taut as he cast aside the shawl, presumably to leave it there as he stamped on the pattern briefly to gain distance. To test it, he tugged rather harshly, letting her fall onto the ground. Get up, Pig. You don't have my permission to wallow on filth. Tugging harshly some more, he forcibly moved her along, opting to instead leave the bodies as they were butchered and open to predators and the elements. Such disrespect for the Dead! A proper Darcsen funeral was to be the veneration of the body and a burial to leave corpses out in the open was essentially to damn them to evil spirits that snatched the Righteous away to hellfire. However, Rat was nowhere to be seen, only to resurface with the men's rifles and carbines slung over his shoulder, a magazine poking out of his sweater pocket. Amongst his belongings, he clutched a folded piece of cloth, presumably her Shawl and the legs of a small knitted doll within his fists as he carried the Group's weapons. Pilfering to them, but for him...it was something else. Was he trying to atone softly by helping her, even if by a little? The Night dawned upon them, the moon shining brightly upon their figures. Eventually she was led off of the dirt path, at times forcibly tugging to have her all on her front only to be dragged slightly as the walk continued, the coarse rope chafing slightly to her wrists. Then, entering a small encampment, which was really just a tarp drawn up with leaves and branches for camouflage, a few stacked crates of ammunition and a few rifles resting on them, a small map on a portable table, a charred fire pit and a few pitched tents. The Tarpment seemed to serve as their meeting ground, the map implying where objectives are read and where meals are served. Pushing her forward, her bonds were released as Zeppel sat down, looking right at her while the others lowered their armaments. Strip. he commanded simply, a word that had Rat turning aside to see. She wore a blouse and a knee-long skirt, adding overall to the visual appeal of the young, dark-blue haired girl. Uneasy with his command Rat accidentally collapsed a small rack of Carbines, falling to the ground with considerable clattering.
Thread: Fantasize with me

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Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Riece Bristone's ear twitched over his motercycle helmet, picking something up over the roar of his engine. It sounded like... a struggle? He pulled up under a street lamp and killed the engine, listening closer. It was coming from a nearby alleyway. He heard a young girl cry out, and a man whisper Quiet! He heard the presumed assailant strike her and flew into a rage, quckly removing his helmet and jumping off his bike to rush down the dusk-lit alleyway. There, three men had surrounded a young girl. He couldn't see her very well, since the men where in the way and pawing at her small body, but he could see her assailants just fine. The two that were holding her arms and pawing her chest and thighs were big, probably bears of some sort. The third was harder to see, but he was a doberman... and it really looked like he was unzipping his pants. That never a good sign in these circumstances. Riece focused for a moment, whispering a short activation spell as he pulled a gun and tossed what looked like a marble into the air. A bright light appeared over the three, stunning and blinding them. All three had to cover their eyes, forcing the bears to release the girl, dropping her to the ground. Freeze, in the name of the law! All three cursed and scrambled to escape when they saw the wolf pointing a gun at them, his ears laid back and his teeth bared. He contemplated firing a shot at their backs, but they were gone well before he could get any kind of a bead on them. Instead, he sighed and holstered his gun and approached the girl slowly. He entered the bubble of light with a friendly look on his face, trying to lessen the severe appearance his long, wolf-like face gave him. His fur was lgiht grey and getting lighter, showing his age even if most of it was hidden under a black leather biking jacket and thick jeans. His hands looked similar to paws, being tipped with claws and padded on the palm and up the fingers. His legs looked a little strange, though it was quickly apparent why he walked digitigrade, or on the balls of his feet instead of his heels. From his Ankle to his paw was covered by what looked like a lether brace. The fact that he wore these instead of shoes made some sense, once one realized how difficult and uncomfortable shoes would be for him. He offered the girl a hand and a smile as he looked her over. Sorry I couldn't come sooner, little miss... Are you alright? Riece Bristone Looks something like this
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Arianna was walking back home from the drugstore. She was running a few errands that had been forgotten earlier when she was in town, so now she had to finish them. She had to buy milk, cheese, and bread. While walking back home, she was humming a soft tune to herself, dressed in a dark red silk dress that stopped above her knees, black flats along with it. Her hair was let down in small ringlets around her fragile, delicate face. At fourteen years old, she had already grown into her womanly curves, and she appeared older then she looked. Tonight, she was in her human form, rather then fairy. She preferred it best, in all honesty. Arianna decided to take a shortcut back to her apartment, and it did involve going through the ally. She hated allies, but, taking a deep breath in, she turned the corner, and then was attacked from behind. The bag of groceries dropped, and the jar of milk shattered. She fell to her knees, scraping them up on the concrete. A large figure kicked her side and pulled her up to her feet and she coughed from the impact. She looked up and was staring at three large creatures, she couldn't quite recall the name. Arianna knew, though, that they weren't exactly friendly. She tried to wiggle away from its grasp, but the biggest had grabbed her by the throat with his furry hand and threw her on the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of her, but she gathered the strength to get up and run, but they were much faster and stopped her. They had clawed at her dress, ripping most of it. She now mostly remained in her white underwear, boy boxers, and dark red bra, lifting her breasts up and making them look fuller. Help! Arianna screamed, but it just earned her another lash from the beasts. Two of the beasts had held her down, pinning each arm down, and the other was removing his pants, getting ready to slice up her underwear and do what his original plan was, but her never got the chance. With her mouth covered, Arianna couldn't call for help anymore or scream, but she heard a motorcycle coming to a stop very close, then a stern and deep voice. Then shots, but all missed as the beasts scampered away. When finally she was finally not held down, Arianna looked around. Her arms were bloody, along with a mark on her face and stomach, and her legs. Her dress lay in tattered rags around her, her hair disheveled. She heard a friendly voice approach her, and turned her head to its direction. It was a wolf, her grandmother told her of them. They were real friendly until you made them mad. Arianna couldn't respond, or move for that matter, she felt too weak. Her head fell to one side as she blacked out. Arianna Grant See more
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Arianna couldn't get herself to move, or respond to anything, but she did feel a figure pick her up from the ground, he seemed very warm, and gentle. Before he picked her up, she sensed him taking her vitals, of course she wasn't dead. But she did wish she hadn't blacked out, because it would mean she didn't have complete control over her form, therefore, she'd transform back into her Fae. Not like it was much different, anyway. She just shrunk and grew wings, and her hair color lightened up some. Personally, she didn't like other people, with the exception of family and close friends, witness her in Fae form. She wasn't ashamed, just preferred it that way. Arianna felt a change in temperature, it was a lot warmer wherever the mysterious stranger had brought her. She heard him say something, but she couldn't quite make out what it was, then only moments later, he had laid her down on what felt like a table. Slowly, Arianna returned to Fae form, her transparent wings growing out from her back, the tone of her hair quickly changing, and her height decreasing until she was around four feet tall. Arianna finally started to come around, but she felt sores and pain throughout her body, and it hurt. Regardless of fairy tales, Fae's were not entirely immortal and they felt pain, just like mortals do. Arianna's eyes fluttered open, the black pupils surrounded by icy-blue flickered from left to right. The room she was in wasn't recognizable. This is where the man must have brought her. Arianna tried to set up, but fell back in defeat. She looked to her left, and noticed the household wasn't exactly kept clean, but it was untidy, it reminded her of her Uncle Dave's house in Wyoming. Arianna turned to the right, and there, sitting down, was the creature she had seen earlier. A wolf, and by the color of his fur, he seemed to be in his older years. Arianna mustered the strength to sit up, biting back the excruciating pain flaming all over her body. Who are you... She asked, her voice barely a whisper, but smooth as honey and pure as silk, it was almost... musical. Her blue eyes never left him as she waited for a response, and she examined his features. She would be lying if she said he wasn't handsome, because he still certainly was.
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

The grey wolf looked down at her smaller form with a warm smile as she came to once more. Ah... your awake... Good. He heard her with little trouble, his ears twitching slightly at the pleasant pitch and tone of her voice... He nearly grimaced at how rough and loud his voice sounded in comparison. I am Riece Bristone, this fine city's Circle Mage. He chuckled at that. And starting to look it, no doubt. It's almost unfair how quickly my fur grays when compared to that of the other races. The Circle of Magi was, quite simply, the magical authority and a branch of the government. They handled everything from inter-dimensional travel regulation to basic law enforcement and back again... He shook his head and smoothed the fur atop it with his hand. Regardless, I'm glad to see you conscious. Your assailants apparently did a number on you. He cocked his head to the side as he curled his tail about slowly. If you're alright, we can talk about that, if you like... though first, I'd like to know your name, as well as your guardian's phone number. I've brought you back to my suite, since I couldn't get your information before, and I'm sure whoever is looking after you is quite worried. He settled his elbows on his knees as he watched her for any signs of another blackout.
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Arianna glanced down at her hands and she brought her knees up closer towards her, wrapping her slender arms around them. She glanced over at Riece as he introduced himself. She didn't mind the roughness of his voice and the deepness along with it. She smiled slightly at his own amusement and comment about his fur graying more quicker then other races, which she figured it probably did. She nodded, showing her understanding of that he told her. She wasn't exactly familiar with the Circle of Magi, she had just moved to the city recently. Her parents had died a year and a half ago, and she was sent here to live with her uncle, who she very much hated. He wasn't the greatest man alive. He stayed drunk most of the time, and when he could get it, blown out of his mind from weed. His best mood was his good bad, but when he was in one of his bad moods, it was best to stay away from him. She smiled wanly as he mentioned her appearance, then she looked down and only did realize she still was in her undergarments, and had the scratches over her body, which now had stopped bleeding. She felt her cheeks redden at how she must have looked to him... vulnerable, maybe? Uh... yes, they did... She said, her voice more clearer now, but still sweet and smooth. Sighing, Arianna didn't wish to tell him her uncle's number, she knew she'd get a beating when it was to come. And she certainly didn't wish to let him in on her last name, her uncle was a well-known man in the city, just from his personality and mean exterior. Um... Arianna. She said, it being all she said. Thank you... for helping me, I mean. She asked, shifting slightly, her eyes trailing away from his and to look at the ground.
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Riece nodded slightly after a moment, noting her reluctance to tell him much... and accepting it. Well then, I am pleased to meet you, Arianna... And it was no problem at all. He gave her his most disarming, lopsided smile. I can't imagine anyone walking by and just... leaving a pretty young girl to a fate like that. He sighed, his cheerful disposition wavering slightly at even the memory. As such, feel free to stay here with me until such a time that you feel safe to leave. He waved a hand towards a closed door behind him, directly to the right of the entertainment center. The kitchen is there, and the bathroom's on the other side. He waved again. I'm sure you can tell which room is mine... Sorry about that. Anyway, the study is right next to it. There's a pull out bed in the couch in there you can use if you prefer it. And last... He smiled broadly, sitting up straight so he could see over the back of the couch. As you may or may not have noticed, the balcony is right behind you. The balcony was accessed by a sliding door next to the study, and had a full wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor window that let the first brilliant rays of the full moon's light light shone through. On the balcony was a pair of pristine white chairs and an equally white table with a small flower pot, in which grew an odd plant, only just now blooming and starting to glow. After a moment, his gaze returned to her. You may make yourself at home... If you like, at some point, I can get you one of my shirts to change into. Tomorow, I'll grab some of my sister's old clothes, though I'm fairly sure they'll be... a bit big on you. He smiled a bit at what was likely an inside joke, though he quickly seemed to remember something. Oh! Before I forget, let's take care of your wounds, eh? Doubt you want any of these... He tapped at the scar under his eye as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another marble-type thing. He held it in his palm, mouthed a word, and it shone with warm, rejuvinating spell-light for a few moments before completely disappearing. If you need anything else, just let me know.
Thread: City Streets (Rysmarin & ChaoticSunrise)

Arianna tilted her head to one side at his smile. Sure, he looked menacing and deadly, but his smile told something completely different. It... it made Arianna feel... safe around him. Like somehow she knew no harm would come to her with him there. Nice to meet you as well. She said, smiling for the first time since the attack. Her smile lit up her face, giving off more of her radiant beauty. She nodded at his offer, making it a mission to leave first thing in the morning her uncle shouldn't be too worried. She nodded in agreement about her attack. Yes, I know. It has never happened to me before... Somehow, a thought occurred in her mind. Maybe it was fate? The attack was suppose to happen... bringing me to Riece...? But she quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. It was impossible, right? He was much older then her, and probably didn't even find any interest in a young girl, who he had to take time apart to rescue. Thank you, I would like to stay, at least until daylight tomorrow, when my uncle gets off work. It should be around two or three in the afternoon. She bit her tongue, almost mentioning his name and place of work, that would've gave everything away. She followed his hand as he gave her a quick tour of his apartment. She smiled and shook her head. It's nothing compared to what I've been in, don't worry about it. She said, not minding the clustered mess at all. When he mentioned the balcony, Arianna followed his gaze over to the doors, and her heart lurched at the beauty of the moonlight. She loved to sit outside during the night, just counting the stars and looking at the moon. She longed to sit out there, but wasn't going to ask him. She nodded and thanked him again for his generous gestures. Thank you, would you mind if I were to get one of those shirts, now? She asked him in a polite, well-mannered tone. She raised off respect in her family. She shook her head at his offer to get some of his sister's old clothing for her. There's no need, I'll be returning home tomorrow. She said with a gentle smile. When he mentioned to take care of her wounds, Arianna nodded. She felt a warmth, then the scratches and marks faded. Thank you. She said, throwing her feet over the side of the table, just sitting there. She waited to see if his offer for a shirt was still available. God, she sure hoped so. Sitting in her bra and underwear was really uncomfortable and causing her to blush, especially with her wings now in view, and her smaller state showing.