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Post by micaylah on Oct 26, 2008 19:55:16 GMT -5
Mica looked at him, surpised as he kissed her cheek. "It's alright. It's getting late. I'm sorry but I don't know what happened to Caleb. This isn't like him." She looked out the window again as she tried to reach out to Caleb. She couldn't feel her link with him. Worry began to cross her mind.
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Post by taran on Oct 26, 2008 22:33:10 GMT -5
Bruce followed her gaze, but didn't move.
"I'm sure he's fine, Mica," he said. "If he is one recruiting us, then I'm sure he can handle himself. But you're right, it is getting late. If you want, I'll stay on the couch here and wait for him and you can go up to bed."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 26, 2008 22:45:33 GMT -5
"I know you're probable right." Mica said as she turned her gaze back to Bruce. "Let me show you where you can sleep. Caleb may not take kindly to coming home and finding a strange man on his couch." She laughed softly as she rose to take him to one of the bedrooms.
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Post by taran on Oct 26, 2008 23:47:14 GMT -5
Bruce laughed, standing.
"Ya, probably right," he said, holding her hand. "I wouldn't like to make a bad impression or anything." He followed Mica as she led him through the house to one of the bedrooms. When he saw the bed, a slight redness came to his cheeks, though he knew he would let nothing happen and she wasn't staying.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 26, 2008 23:53:47 GMT -5
Mica smiled at him softly. "You can have my room. I'll stay in Caleb's. The washroom is in here and theres clean towels in the cabinet over here." She turned and smiled at him. "Is it okay if I get a few things from my room before you turn in?"
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Post by taran on Oct 27, 2008 0:37:22 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her.
"Of course," he said, taking a step back. "It's your room after all, not mine." He laughed a little looking around at the pictures and such on the dresser and walls.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 27, 2008 8:18:45 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she moved past him. "I'll just be a minute." she told him moving to the dresser. She took out a sleep shirt and threw it over her shoulder. "I'll be just across the hall if you need something." She smiled as she made her way to Caleb's room. She softly flipped the door to close it but it remained part way open. She moved to the chair next to Caleb's bed and removed her clothes. She pulled the sleep shirt over her bare form and crawled into Caleb's bed. She pulled his pillow within her embrace as she slowly breathed in his scent. Her mind wandered again thinking about where he could be. Worry set in. It wasn't like him to miss a meeting with a new recruit.
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Post by taran on Oct 27, 2008 9:49:33 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica walked into the other room, saying goodnight to her. He turned once she had closed the door partway, closing his own door and undressing. He wore nothing but his boxers as he climbed into the bed. He closed his eyes as he laid down on the pillow, taking in her scent. He worried about Caleb, knowing Mica was mostly right that he should have been back, but not sure what he could do about it. Quickly, he tried to wipe such thoughts from his mind. Caleb would be okay, he would meet him soon, he could see Mica in the morning and give her a good morning kiss. A smile crept to his face as he slowly let sleep take him, smelling her as if she were beside him.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 27, 2008 12:50:18 GMT -5
Mica tossed in Caleb's bed most of the night, not able to sleep. She waited for him and her worry grew. Rising, she looked at the clock. It was only 3 a.m. She gave up and quietly walked into the kitchen. She made herself a cup of hot tea and went to the porch. Sitting on the steps, she sipped her tea as she looked out at the moon hanging in the dark night sky.
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Post by taran on Oct 27, 2008 20:52:23 GMT -5
Bruce couldn't sleep, something telling him to wake up and go outside. He woke suddenly, looking at the clock and frowning. 'Only three,' he thought, rising from the bed and getting dressed. He didn't know why he was, only that he was. He left the room and walked to the back of the house, then into the backyard, jumping the fence to appear in the street. He saw a figure walking in the shadows across the street from him, he frowned, following the figure with his eyes. When a long shape appeared in the figure's hand, he sprang to life, flying across the street and throwing the figure onto the ground just outside the house, looking up to see Mica sitting there. The figure jumped up, slashing at Bruce with some kind of weapon. Instinctively, Bruce blocked the blade using his power, then took it from the figure and held it to it's throat. The figure growled at them. Bruce pulled back the hood to reveal a wolf like man with a long snout and sharp teeth. Bruce stepped back, pushing the tip of the weapon, which he took as a sword, into the creature's throat until blood showed slightly.
"What do you want? And why were you wandering around with a sword? And....what are you?"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 28, 2008 8:50:14 GMT -5
Mica sensed Bruce and another presence. She turned to see Bruce fighting with a dark figure. She leapt to her feet, her physical form merging with Kyra's animal spirit with but a thought from her. The black fur upon her skin, the sharp teeth and claws bared, she was quickly upon them. The figure pulled free from Bruce, the blade of the sword cutting against his throat. He engaged Mica as teeth gnashed and claws flew.
Mica fought him as ferociously as a mother protecting her cub. She would not let harm befall Bruce. Not now. She had just found him. She saw the glint of silver flash in the early morning darkness as he pulled a knife from his cloak. His blade found her flesh. She felt the cold steel enter her side as the pain seared hot within her. She grasped the figure within her hands as she fell from the blade. Her body changing back to her human form as she fell to the ground. She felt as the darkness took her, her last words to Bruce. "Save yourself." then nothing but darkness as she lay on the ground, the blood spilling forth upon it.
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Post by Caleb on Oct 28, 2008 10:55:40 GMT -5
Caleb had been fighting a wolf man, much like himself, this whole time. The creature had knocked him out, but Caleb had heard that he was going after his friends. "Tzuna, come!" he called, and with a thought they were merged and running fast to Mica's house. When Caleb arrived, Mica was on the ground, a man was standing beside her, and a hooded figure loomed over Mica's body. "MICA!" Caleb screamed, and jumped at the figures throat.
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Post by taran on Oct 28, 2008 14:49:37 GMT -5
( OOC: i never ran. lol)
Bruce stood there, rage filling his eyes. He reached his hands out to the creature, lifting from the ground as Caleb clung to its neck. The creature's feet reached for the ground, but couldn't touch. A fire burned in Bruce's eyes, his pupils turning red. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew he had the creature, and it would die before it got free.
"Attend to Mica!" he shouted at Caleb. "She needs more help right now than me." Bruce turned back to the creature, turning it to look him in the eyes as he reached with his other hand, using some power he didn't know he had to seal his spirit within his body, not allowing him to escape in any matter or form. "You will answer my questions, or you will die. There is no escape." Bruce tightened his grip with the magic, making the creature gasp for breath.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 28, 2008 17:38:15 GMT -5
Mica laid motionless on the ground as the fighting ensued around her. Her breathing became shallow and her heart beat slowed. Kyra separated from her and stood her ground. Her fur standing as she growled ferociously, teeth bared. She took note of the power she saw Bruce wield. ‘It can’t be!’ she thought to herself. She turned, looking at Mica again. ‘Hold on little one. You cannot die yet. Your journey is just beginning.’ She turned her sight back upon Bruce.
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Post by taran on Oct 28, 2008 23:54:19 GMT -5
Bruce glared at the creature trying to claw him. Turning his hand slightly, the creature moved towards him, its arms and legs held tight.
"You will tell me what I need to know," he said, tightening his hold. "Who are you, and why did you attack us?" The creature didn't answer, just stared blankly at Bruce. He tightened his grip, causing the creature to gasp for breath.
"My name doesn't matter," it said with a horse voice as it struggled to breath. Bruce relaxed his hold only slightly. "I attacked you because that is my purpose. I am sent to kill the hunters before they get a chance to hunt. Since the old times, my kind have been sent to kill the hunters, using the old ways as our guide. If she dies, so do you. We target one, the unsuspecting usually, and eliminate him or her, therefore killing the other." Bruce tightened his hold again, cutting the creature off.
"And why? Who are the hunters? What's their purpose?" He eased off enough for the creature to speak, though not enough for it to breath easily.
"To prolong our species. The hunters are the ones who fight for the humans, for the good or evil, against the spirits with the aid of spirits. They are the strongest weapon against their enemies. You are the hunter. The Hunter and Huntress always love each other, always have a strange attraction and power. They are strongest when together. If you two had been separated as the man had said, then you or she would be dead right now." Bruce had had enough. He tightened his grip until the creature went unconscious from the lack of air, then threw it to the ground and held it there.
"Is she alright?" he asked, worry written across his face. He didn't know exactly what the creature meant, but he would find out.
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