Eh... I get the feeling I'm making Daniella into too much of a drama llama. -___-?
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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Home....
It was the only other place she could go...even if she didn't wish to. Twas a long walk from the school to home, her family's private estate in the Noble District of the city, especially in the cold air of autumn and by the time she had reached the front marble steps, she fell upon them, her eyes still bloodshot and stinging red, streaks of her mascara that had been wet with tears, bleeding down her cheeks like viscous drops of black blood. Black...that is how her heart felt, cold and dead, no longer alive having been murdered by that awful...awful truth. Maxwell was a Metalheart, which meant only one thing. His parents, shameful of him they would disown him, no love to ever be given to that sweet young lad anymore...only contempt and disdain for his social order. Even more Daniella cried for him, more than she did for herself. Surely if Max's parents were going to forsake him, then so would the rest of the upper class...including her family.
She would never see him again, never see his bright, wonderful smile, never hear his confident, charming laughter...and never be able to tell him how much she cared for him, how much he meant to her.
There was a creak at the door above her, catching her attention yet she didn't care to see who it was. If anything, it was either one of the maids coming to check on her. She lifted her head from the cold marble to look, but all it was, was the wind catching the door left open by accident. She tried to pull herself together, mournful and lamenting as she made her way into the house.
Her parents hadn't arrived home yet, and most of the maids were probably out shopping for the grand celebration they were going to have that night...in honor of Daniella being chosen as a singer, yet...what joy would there be in a celebration...without him?
It was the only other place she could go...even if she didn't wish to. Twas a long walk from the school to home, her family's private estate in the Noble District of the city, especially in the cold air of autumn and by the time she had reached the front marble steps, she fell upon them, her eyes still bloodshot and stinging red, streaks of her mascara that had been wet with tears, bleeding down her cheeks like viscous drops of black blood. Black...that is how her heart felt, cold and dead, no longer alive having been murdered by that awful...awful truth. Maxwell was a Metalheart, which meant only one thing. His parents, shameful of him they would disown him, no love to ever be given to that sweet young lad anymore...only contempt and disdain for his social order. Even more Daniella cried for him, more than she did for herself. Surely if Max's parents were going to forsake him, then so would the rest of the upper class...including her family.
She would never see him again, never see his bright, wonderful smile, never hear his confident, charming laughter...and never be able to tell him how much she cared for him, how much he meant to her.
There was a creak at the door above her, catching her attention yet she didn't care to see who it was. If anything, it was either one of the maids coming to check on her. She lifted her head from the cold marble to look, but all it was, was the wind catching the door left open by accident. She tried to pull herself together, mournful and lamenting as she made her way into the house.
Her parents hadn't arrived home yet, and most of the maids were probably out shopping for the grand celebration they were going to have that night...in honor of Daniella being chosen as a singer, yet...what joy would there be in a celebration...without him?
@Carlsberg @Lunar
She was fed up with it, each time shaking her head incessantly at the woman's inquiries. Hell, she barely understood any of the other languages spouted at her, other than her native tongue, and of course a bit of Orcish. In fact, this warrior somewhat reminded her of that brutish woman, may she rest safe in Veralyn's arms. The thought of her made the Elven girl frown, but only for a little as she once again snarled at the woman holding her at swordpoint.
Finally she had enough. A sharp finger pointed towards her mouth, wide open as if to scream in absolute rage towards the woman grilling her, yet...no sound, no utterance at all. If that wouldn't answer her question then a bash of her skull into the woman's nose would.
She was fed up with it, each time shaking her head incessantly at the woman's inquiries. Hell, she barely understood any of the other languages spouted at her, other than her native tongue, and of course a bit of Orcish. In fact, this warrior somewhat reminded her of that brutish woman, may she rest safe in Veralyn's arms. The thought of her made the Elven girl frown, but only for a little as she once again snarled at the woman holding her at swordpoint.
Finally she had enough. A sharp finger pointed towards her mouth, wide open as if to scream in absolute rage towards the woman grilling her, yet...no sound, no utterance at all. If that wouldn't answer her question then a bash of her skull into the woman's nose would.
@Lunar@Carlsberg
The Elven girl snarled in the woman's face, even when presented with the tip of her blade just mere inches from skewering her neck. She let out a hiss, much like a cornered gray fox, as if to say she didn't have to tell her a damn thing. Nira was also none to pleased of this slag disarming her of her dagger. It was a keepsake after all.
She grit her teeth, searing under her skin in silence as the woman scanned her over, possibly looking for more weapons to remove, and if that was the case...she would be dead before she grabbed Nirayane's bow.
The Elven girl snarled in the woman's face, even when presented with the tip of her blade just mere inches from skewering her neck. She let out a hiss, much like a cornered gray fox, as if to say she didn't have to tell her a damn thing. Nira was also none to pleased of this slag disarming her of her dagger. It was a keepsake after all.
She grit her teeth, searing under her skin in silence as the woman scanned her over, possibly looking for more weapons to remove, and if that was the case...she would be dead before she grabbed Nirayane's bow.
@Lunar @Marcus XVI
Dammit...
Leave it to her to underestimate her foe. The girl's reaction was swift, brutal, and indeed merciless. Nira had never expected her to move so quickly, but there the elven lass was, flat on her back, a pain something fierce in her stomach from where the pommel had bashed her bones, lying there on the lavish marble floor in a daze. She shook herself out of it, popping to her feet in a swift motion and charging again, but paused upon hearing another draw their blade. One look at his face said it all, Nosferatu. Just his visage alone was enough to betray him as one of the night creatures, powerful folk they were, not the best to trifle with. Nirayane grit her teeth, baring them like a rabid wolf, her sharp amethyst eyes cut towards the silver haired sword maiden and the tall, regal vampire lord. She sheathed her dagger, scowling, and held her hands up in surrender. The others would be sure to retaliate as well if she attacked again, and she wasn't well equipped to take on such a volume of opponents.
Dammit...
Leave it to her to underestimate her foe. The girl's reaction was swift, brutal, and indeed merciless. Nira had never expected her to move so quickly, but there the elven lass was, flat on her back, a pain something fierce in her stomach from where the pommel had bashed her bones, lying there on the lavish marble floor in a daze. She shook herself out of it, popping to her feet in a swift motion and charging again, but paused upon hearing another draw their blade. One look at his face said it all, Nosferatu. Just his visage alone was enough to betray him as one of the night creatures, powerful folk they were, not the best to trifle with. Nirayane grit her teeth, baring them like a rabid wolf, her sharp amethyst eyes cut towards the silver haired sword maiden and the tall, regal vampire lord. She sheathed her dagger, scowling, and held her hands up in surrender. The others would be sure to retaliate as well if she attacked again, and she wasn't well equipped to take on such a volume of opponents.
@Otaku95
~"Even an evil princess?"~ Asuka smirked with a soft chuckle. ~"You're quite daring to befriend someone such as me, Ryuko-chan, but I suppose I will allow you. After all, one friend is better than none, right?"~ And why not Ryuko-chan, especially with that adorable smile of hers. Why, the sight of such could even soothe the black and tumultuous heart of a demon, such as the heart within her. She smiled to her, her cheeks feeling ever so warm, even for the brisk chill of the morning. ~"We probably should. I believe we're already late unfortunately."~
@sassy1085
Tohru didn't say anything, only a sigh and a light nod she gave in reply to Rin. Even if she was here to avenge her sweet Chizuru, to bring an end to the torment of the Black Knight and her twisted disciples such as Kaname and Yuki, there was yet another reason she was here at Claymore....
...a new beginning, a chance to start over, to leave the past behind.
But no, it kept haunting her at every turn, every moment she was alone in her thoughts, in her dreams. Speaking of such...she thought back to it. There was no denying something was wrong with her.
~"Even an evil princess?"~ Asuka smirked with a soft chuckle. ~"You're quite daring to befriend someone such as me, Ryuko-chan, but I suppose I will allow you. After all, one friend is better than none, right?"~ And why not Ryuko-chan, especially with that adorable smile of hers. Why, the sight of such could even soothe the black and tumultuous heart of a demon, such as the heart within her. She smiled to her, her cheeks feeling ever so warm, even for the brisk chill of the morning. ~"We probably should. I believe we're already late unfortunately."~
@sassy1085
Tohru didn't say anything, only a sigh and a light nod she gave in reply to Rin. Even if she was here to avenge her sweet Chizuru, to bring an end to the torment of the Black Knight and her twisted disciples such as Kaname and Yuki, there was yet another reason she was here at Claymore....
...a new beginning, a chance to start over, to leave the past behind.
But no, it kept haunting her at every turn, every moment she was alone in her thoughts, in her dreams. Speaking of such...she thought back to it. There was no denying something was wrong with her.
@Carlsberg@Slendy@Lunar
GYAAAAAAAAH THERE!!! I fixed it! I fucking fixed it! Now if you'll excuse me AGAIN!
*slams head down into bowl of cold ramen and drowns in it*
GYAAAAAAAAH THERE!!! I fixed it! I fucking fixed it! Now if you'll excuse me AGAIN!
*slams head down into bowl of cold ramen and drowns in it*
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