Thread: Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

Daniel approached the creature as it spoke, yellow eyes glittering in the dark as he looked down at it. From where it sat, staring up a him, Daniel looked far more menacing that Kiera ever could, even as a wolf. He let that last measure of control slip away, revealing bloody, orange eyes as he purred Oh my dear, it is cute that you think she's a monster, but what really is a monster when you think about it? A young woman, born into a life she didn't ask for, abandoned by a man she never knew, and trying to make the best of it? Or a young man who killed, and killed, and killed, and kept on killing just to save the life of one measly human, all because he felt as though that man were the most important thing in the world? A man who threw away this countries greatest chance for salvation, all because of revenge. Rage. Hate The man turned to face her as the creature expired, raising an eyebrow at Kiera. Trust me baby, I'm the bigger monster here, and I damn well hope I get to prove that some day He replied, though his tone was teasing as his yellow eyes glittered with mischief. God it was so weird how similar that look was to his sister's. Sure, they were twins and all, but most twins didn't display nearly this much personality mirroring. As she went about that, Daniel went and got a wheelbarrow to toss the dead thing's body in, hauling it to the shed so Carmina could look at it later while he went about cleaning the grass of whatever that black gunk was. He went about pruning he damaged bush from earlier, busying himself with gardening. What the creature said hadn't bothered him, really. He had, once upon a time, knocked out his best friend and nearly killed his squad Captain simply because he wanted revenge. He'd killed countless people who he'd have rather called allies, and had likely ruined families for life because he was just so good at his job. Some people had to go to a kind of Quiet place when they killed. They had to let all emotion slip from them, let all feeling vacate their harrowed minds in order to take the life of a fellow human being. Daniel did not. Instead, he rather enjoyed it. THe feeling of bones cracking, blood spraying, warmth escaping a soon to cool corpse. Perhaps his life would have made more sense had he become a werewolf, but a this point he was fairly certain he couldn't. He'd fought more than one of the creatures, had been cut up and bitten and had their blood spray on him while he bled but hadn't transformed, hadn't felt different. He was fairly certain he was equally immune to becoming a vampire or any other Disease based monster. While he mused on that, Kiera was met at he front by a young woman with firey red hair, wearing what was either a long coat, or some kind of new fashion statement. The coat itself was white, and reached just a little past her knees, her legs clad in calf-high white boots to match the coat. The silver eyed young woman paused, blinking a few times at the red head in front of her. After a moment she spoke up, stating Ah, you mus' be Danny's girly. Pleasure to meetcha. She extended a hand, offering a warm grin Carmina Avali, Firs' Sauceror of th' Carver Clan. Pleasure t' meetcha miss wolfgirl. I won' take much a yer time, since I'm here to ward th' house from intrusion. If y' ever need magical assistance, holler at meh and I tink I could help ye. After shaking her hand, she slipped around Kiera and stopped at the door, tapping it and magically unlocking the many locks before stating Good choice in clothin'. Danielle's almos' as good as I am at magical fabrication