Gender: Female Location: The dark depths of my withering sou
Imogen DiMarco sprinted through the dark backstreets of London, her pulse racing, pistol tightly gripped her hand. She felt a bloodlust rise within her as she caught sight of the small man in the distance, desperately rushing through the crowds of people. The hunt was on- she had recently come to understand what her father had meant by it. She could hear him, smell him; sense all apsects of her prey.
Imogen allowed for one quick burst of speed, cutting the distance between herself and the man in half. He quick turned into an adjacent alley. She smirked; this was it. She followed him into the darkened alleyway and skitted to a halt. She saw him diligantly climbing a rickety ladder leading to the roof of one of the flats. Placing him in her sights, she quickly let off one shot, which predictably hit its mark exactly. As the bullet pierced his leg, the man screamed in pain and fell to the ground with a hard thud.
She nonchalantly walked over to him, her golden eyes glowing in triumph under the bright full moon. His eyes went wide in terror and he begged for his life.
"No, please!" she kicked him in the side of the head, quickly silencing him. She picked up his uncopcnsious body and strode out of the alley, heading toward her current employer's residence.
~last night i was going to ask you to play just when i was posting the game, but you left! now to quit breaking rule 1....~
Draven Sabatt raced across the ocean's surface with greaet speed and skill. He easily avoided being seen my ships and running over creatures in the water. 'I should be there soon...20 minutes at most...halfway...' he thought to himself.
Nic steaped out of the shower and grabbes a towel, he looks at the fogged up mirror and soflty blows at it. It intently is crystal clear without a single brop of moisture on it. He continues to get ready. Once he is dressed he walkes to his apartment closet and grabs his black leather coat. Once he places the coat on he begins to fade away... Nic reapears behind a large building and he begins to walk twords the staris leading up into the main enterence/lobby.
Moments later, Draven soon touched shore and took a moment to shake off his wet scaily body like a dog would. He sniffed the ear as he looked about the misty beach. The scent of salt and tea came to his nostrils. There was a overhanging porch nearby where he could safely transform while no one was about.
"You know your assignment, now go rescue and protect. You are to be named John when you are down on earth." God told John Aeronis.
"Yes sir, I will go to my call of duty." John said then vanished and appeared on a side street of London. John started walking towards his destination, then he took to the skies, on his wings. John got a mesage from God about who his partner were to be, and apperantely he was the closest to Draven, who he could see from a distance, since he was up in the air.
~The Force= signign out~
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Made by the awesome transforming Hegemon
Don't mess with The Force, because I ownz you. -The Force
Marcus slowly continued down the street's as the cartlige and ligament's popped and adjusted back into place. "this should hurt" he thought to himself, but actually felt good.
the cold jagged voice continued to guide him down the street.
Nic looked around in the MANSION (i'll get it right sooner or later ) and had to think of where to go, maybe he would get lcky and someone would find him.
Somewhere in the distance, Draven could smell something very odd...two entities...one undescribable and something quite foul...something like dead...but what was it?
"Yeah... I was looking for this one persons office..." Nic was looking kinda up at him, which was really not normal. "You know what i'm talkin about?" Nic sounded a little worried.
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Feb 25th, 2004 08:32 AM
) and had to think of where to go, maybe he would get lcky and someone would find him.
