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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 1:15:46 GMT -5
Claire pounced around on small Lillys; near by she hears a breeze and decides to investigate. A high cliff canopied over a vast amount of the woods. Claire loved it, standing at the edge and feeling the breeze through her fur.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 3:21:16 GMT -5
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A tall, darkened figure stepped out onto the plain after her, pausing on the fringe of the trees; Ill raised a shotgun to aim at the she-wolf, the breeze rustling his chopped, dirty-blonde hair to fall in front of the wide lenses of sunglasses. From behind the darkened windows, Ill could only see a blurred image of the wolf from his left eye...but, then again, he was confident in his aim. He just hoped she didn't end up doing something that would cause him to lose the focus he had already gathered. "Of course, things tend to be more beautiful from the eyes of a demon... Am I right, werewolf?"
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 3:31:21 GMT -5
A rise of panic begin to creep in as she shifted to talk to the hunter..."how dare you call me a daemon, who are you..?" she asked in a small voice. she had just spent the last few months running from them in Ireland; she wanted to scream in frustration.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 3:38:29 GMT -5
For the conversation, Ill allowed the gun muzzle to lower, now pointing its deadly accuracy at the ground beside him. "I'm Ill. Ill Stone," he answered rather sweetly, bowing his head slightly in any amount of formal greeting. "I would ask who you are, but I already know. You're that mongrel who gave me such trouble in Ireland. I didn't know you country hopped this far, but I guess dreams do come true." He then smiled. "But now I'm afraid I have to kill you. Sorry."
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 3:42:56 GMT -5
she stepped back in shock, only to have a little of the cliff to crumble. her expression darkens as she speaks, "are you with the ones that killed my kin?....At least tell me why...?" she hoped for an answer even if she was about to die. she just thought of her pack in vector city, she didn't want what happened in her home land to happen here.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 3:49:41 GMT -5
"I'm not with anyone. I don't do partnerships. I don't like unions, and sharing cuts makes me sick." He then turned on the safety of the gun, rather anticlimactically, and stowed it away where it came from, continuing their conversation with an unusually casual air. Ill then leaned against a tree, taking off his sunglasses and slipping them onto his shirt to reveal an oddly matched pair of eyes; one a normal brown, the other a milky blue, completely clashing as they searched for any emotion available in Claire's face. "I just have some problems that need fixing, and killing you guys is what's going to get me there. So it's nothing personal that I may have maybe killed one or two of your packmates... It's just business."
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 3:57:53 GMT -5
"Business?" She barked in frustration, she didn't hide the fear or concern for her mates. she missed them all dearly."what business makes you kill people?" she couldn't help but ask, though she most likely knew the answer. Claire's main concern now was when to teleport out or charm the man to leave, but she was too scared of the hunter to try the last bit.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 4:15:24 GMT -5
"Look, I don't expect you to rack your brain just to understand my problems, wolf," Ill answered in slight exasperation, holding up his hands in submission. "Let's just say that my specific needs call for something a bit more luxurious than money to secure." He then pointed a stiff finger to his temple, looking at her with the same casual expression he had the entire conversation thus far. "I have kind of a brain problem, and my orders were that killing you wolves was the only way to get my cure. So stop complaining and let me kill you already. I'm getting impatient."
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 4:24:12 GMT -5
Claire glared now "and what could possibly make you think killing a few wolves will give you a damn cure?" she didn't know what to do now so she prolonged the conversation.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 4:34:21 GMT -5
"First of all, language. Rude," he said with a scoff. "Second, it's not like I'm getting a blood sacrifice or anything. I mean, come on. It's just that the medicine that I want - that I thirst for - isn't exactly cheap. And there's people out there that pay me a LOT to gutter it in for your sorry hides." Ill explained the somewhat vague circumstance with not so much as a single change in his tone; he spoke in a continuous one, instead, one that flashed an almost childish flamboyance and nonchalance. "So you see, your death would just help me out. Don't you want to help a sick man?"
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 4:38:54 GMT -5
"sorry but hunters are not exactly on my help list." slightly interested in whats wrong with him now."so what exactly is wrong with you then...?"
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 4:54:29 GMT -5
At the question, Ill quirked an eyebrow, then resumed his nonchalance seamlessly in a matter of seconds. "I have an addiction to morphine, unfortunately," he said easily, shrugging his narrow shoulders as if the problem were just the common cold. "When I was really young, my drunk father wasn't the...kindest of men. Needless to say, I felt a lot of pain, so I eventually started getting morphine. Well, worst came to worst, and now I just can't live without it." His expression slightly faltered to that of weakness, but he then shook his head, frowning slightly. "But...anyway. What were we talking about?"
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 4:56:18 GMT -5
she ignored the last question. "why don't you get the morphine from that devil, Faust?"
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 5:05:05 GMT -5
"It's not the right kind." Now Ill was growing impatient, and he began to show it in breaths, in tiny, barely noticeable ways...his remaining pupil dilated tightly, a single finger on his right hand began twitching to pull the trigger of his gun. "It's weak. Way too weak. I need the strong stuff, pulled straight from the ground... Morphine is opiate based, and Isaac only sells the counter stuff. I need something more like opium, which is a lot harder to come by." He then pulled his gun once more, raising it to point directly at her chest. "Once again, so sorry about this. Can't be helped."
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 5:10:14 GMT -5
Clair panicked, not remembering the cliff, she stepped back. It was a terrifying moment; she began to fall and she was falling fast. the wind rushed passed her, she had nothing to fear though. as the ground came closer she began her telaporting. a thousand butterflies scattered about and reformed at the base of the cliff.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 5:17:00 GMT -5
His finger was tightening on the shotgun's trigger as she fell off the cliff. Ill blinked, raising his eyebrows slightly as he lowered the gun and walked to the cliff's ledge; he then inclined his chin, glancing down at the ground where she safely landed...after turning into butterflies. "Holy God this is exhausting," he muttered to himself, once more slinging the gun away and beginning to think of a way to get to her...already his heart was pounding, his head swimming with nausea and dizziness from withdrawal. He shut his eyes tightly. God, I need it so badly...
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Post by Sonja Le Blanc on Jul 1, 2012 5:20:56 GMT -5
Appears right behind Claire as she was walking around the forest and felt a wolf near. "Awww, is the poor little wolf girl running for her life? I can sense the panic in your little heart sweetie. It's actually quite funny. I would help you being that he is a hunter and you are super natural. But there are to many wolves in this forest and only one hunter so far. So I think your on your own for this part little wolf." Laughs at the factor thinking of what she should do to the girl.
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Post by Claire on Jul 1, 2012 5:21:19 GMT -5
Claire let the panic climax as she stared to shake; she couldn't think clear enough to track any other pack member in the area. "shit" she cursed, seeing the vamp. she shook her head, no she couldn't be braking down now. she let out a breath and shifted to run.
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Post by Sonja Le Blanc on Jul 1, 2012 5:28:12 GMT -5
Laughed again. "Where do you think your going little one?" Shifted into a flock of bats and stopped in front of Claire. "There is no point in running you know? Your little pack is no where close, your not going to make it out of here alive." Smirked at Claire.
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Post by Ill on Jul 1, 2012 5:31:56 GMT -5
Ill's eyes widened slightly as the wolf girl shifted and began to run. "Fiddlesticks," he said flatly, then took off at his own dead set run along the edge of the cliff, sprinting quickly along it and scanning the ground below for something usable...when he found it. He screeched to a stop, dust hurtling into an opaque cloud at his feet. Down below him, about thirty feet downwards, ran a river. He swallowed hard, then backed up a few feet before running and leaping from the cliff with a prayer to God...he crashed into the water with a yelp, being lost beneath the surface for a second or two before his resurgence.
He broke the surface and swam to the bank, digging his fingers into the mud and clawing himself from the water until he could scramble to his feet: the very moment he was righted he took off after the wolf, knowing that he had some time to make up, but going at such a rapid pace that he could catch up in no time whatsoever. "I'm gonna skin you and wear your fur as a trophy, you cur!" he yowled, making his voice so loud that everyone within a two mile radius could hear him clearly.
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