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::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Her blade had remained drawn to the man, and had been ready to retort to him when a woman, much more slender than her own stocky build and pretty at that, came up speaking words of sarcasm and asking if she was being troubled. And now... a foreigner, unarmored and seemingly unabided by the conversation inside. She was getting angry now and pointed her blade at all three of them.
"Begone, all of you. If there is a wish to be granted here, it's of my own. I swear to GOD I will kill every one of you if I have to." Her eyes blazed with a fire only matched by someone who has done and seen things unspeakable. She couldn't help but be more bitter towards the woman there; and a small insecurity formed within her, her eyes narrowing at them all. "I warn you," She spat, gripping her sword tightly and getting into a fighting stance. "My words are not empty."

The Circus of Supernatural-Now Hosting Live Feeding!

I feel weird playing someone who's such a honey-pot, but at the same time its so fun to go from I'm attracted to you to DONT FUCK WITH ME MAN... plus the honey-pot thing is a very demon thing so... oh i just hope i dont offend anyone with Rosalinds behavior ^^;

The Circus of Supernatural-Now Hosting Live Feeding!

Instead of answering, Rosalind dissappeared and reappeared in a small bout of smoke right beside him, still sitting on the railing. When she spoke hers and Medohs voices mixed, and one of her eyes turned red while the other remained a chocolate brown.
"We've Taken An Interest In You." They said at once as Rosalind walked her fingers up his arm. and gently flicked his cheek in a flirtacious manner. "No Business, I promise... all pleasure." Rosalind giggled, back to her normal voice and two chocolate eyes. Then she perked up, holding up bother hands, her mouth making a small 'o' as her eyes widened, as though she just remembered something. "Ah! Actually, there is one matter of business I must ask!"

She turned to him once more, both her eyes red this time and she was up close to him all of a sudden, like a cat pouncing its prey. Her fingers hooked to the front of his shirt as she bent him backwards, over the edge of the railing. Both of them knew it wouldn't matter if he fell, he did have wings outside the glamour afterall, but it was an intimidation tactic both somewhat scary and sexual that Medoh preferred. When she spoke only his voice rang out from her feminine lips. "Do you know who is behind the recent deaths? If you lie to me..." One hand came to his cheek, her index finger forming into a claw that sharply pressed, and drew blood from Blake's cheek. "I'll know."

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Sasha served up breakfast, as usual. And as always, there were different places for different fae to go when they needed something to eat. For the vampires, type AB blood, a very rare kind, was placed in blood baggies for them to grab. He did try to put out fresh, and different kinds of blood every day. Really, he did try to be thoughtful... but there were only so many kinds of blood and he wasn't exactly a blood bank and all. Salt free foods for the demonic, normal foods for those who could stomach it, and so on. He sat behind the buffet, small glasses on the bridge of his nose, reading a french cook book while he waited for the morning herd.

Female Warriors of Feudal Japan

I'll wait for Fabri to post before I put anything up. Just a warning Fabri, you're not gonna lose her that quickly

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Riin reached the temple after a long run, unawares to the people that were following her. Outside the front of it, She dismounted Nittyo, leaving him to handle himself in the long fields. She trusted him to come when she called. She made her way up the steps, looking around. The room was absolutely full of rubble. From a glance around, she could sense this place was once... holy.
Not that she was exceptionally religious, but the presence of the altar made it obvious that this was some sort of Shrine. She took a deep breath in, sighing. She had travelled a long way. Perhaps now would be a good time to rest. Then she heard it, the presence of approaching footsteps... hoofbeats, more like. Someone had followed her into the forbidden lands? She drew her broadsword, angry, and turned to face her pursuers.

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Sure, that'd be great. Lets leave a little time for Able to post before moving on. If he's taking too long i'll post again and we can continue our cycle.

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

IC's UP!

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Mono walked through the field, Agro beside her. She had awaited this day for so long... Now... running towards her with his blue tunic over his canvas shirt and pants, Wander ran towards her. She had lived and died for this moment. Waited so long. She ran to him as well laughing as shimmering tears fell upon her wedding dress; the one she had awoke back from the dead in. As they collided Wander picked her up and twirled her around in the air... and kissed her.... Agro reared up, glad to see her master once more. Wander murmured into Monos ear, sweet words she had missed so long...
"Mono..."

Her eyes opened.

She was laying on the Shrine.. that Wander had sacrificed his life for. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. Now.. ah... her cheeks were wet. She sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes and curled her legs into her body. It was cold. The infant beside her, too, was shivering. She wrapped him in the folds of her dress before moving up to the garden. Within, Agro and the man who called himself Dormin were waiting. She couldn't hold back her spite.
"How much longer?" She asked, her dark eyes stony with impatience and anger. Dormin looked up at her, his shadowy form raising its eyebrows in mild surprise.
"They will arrive today." His whispy voice reached her ears like a breeze. Faint... and yet strong. "Have patience."
Mono grimaced and looked off to the side of the garden, clutching the baby Wander close to her chest. Please, she begged silently, please come.

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Riin stood atop her horse, Nittyo, gazing across the valley at a large temple only fit.... to well, accomodate a god. She got off Nittyo, patting him on the side as she crouched down to examine the chasm below. Ah, so thats where the bridge to the temple went. The pieces had fallen, no longer connecting to the temple but made a slope to the ground below.
"This legend better be fucking true."
She hopped back onto Nittyo, kicking him hard and pushing him down into the valley, making him run to the temple. She had no idea what was in store.

Burst Eardrums: A Punk and Hard Rock Bar

The bell on the door rang a high pitched noise as the infamous Valentines Widow walked though; wearing the only pair of pants she owned and carrying some equipment. She placed her amp and guitar on the bar, panting before peeking over her belongings.
"Oh... Hello Natalie, Lyle." Dry as ever, Mirie only really did come alive onstage. Yeah she knew Natalie and Lyle, and while she wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with them, she did owe it to them for her beginning to make her big break. "Mind me reserving a spot to play tonight? And to practice now, of course."

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Accepted ^^ I'll have the IC up tomorrow!