Riven Wight

To Cure a Curse

'Kay, 'kay! Sorry for the wait. Ended up having family in town this week, so roleplays got put on hold, and of course I spaced on warning my RP partners. I should be capable of getting to responses sometime after Sunday. Not sure WHEN after then, but after.

Of Science and Magic

Sorry! I ended up having family in town this week, so RPG got put on hold. Me being me, I forgot to give a warning. Should be capable of getting to replies sometime after Sunday.

On that, happy Saturday!

MONSTORY

As always, though a stuffiness hung in the air, the inside of the school was a bit cooler than the muggy outdoors. When Izzy found the child, she had to stop in her search for Riley or Trevor. She stepped inside the room to get a closer look at the new accessory he had somehow obtained. She blinked a couple times, before her lips quirked upward at the sight of him wearing it. Wondering where he had gotten it, she was about to turn to leave and resume her hunt, but Riley’s voice broke through the relative silence of the room. She turned to face him, her fingers inside her pants pockets.
Her brows rose at his question-inducing explanation at how the child had gotten the helmet, but that was a topic that could wait. She bent her head to look to the cracked floor when he continued, her eyes narrowing slightly at his callous statement, but not because he had said it. She had thought essentially the same thing, but it sounded like he had seen the entire fight, as short as it was, despite having supposedly left.
She took a breath, and shook her head. “Me too.” She glanced over her shoulder toward the vampire child’s corner. She had had ample time to think on the child’s curious actions from the previous night on the bike ride to the school. “If he hadn’t saved me, he would’ve gotten what he wanted in the first place. He’d have ultimately died along with me.” Her gaze settled on the child for a short moment. Perhaps he had, in some way, begun to realize he wanted to live after all.
She looked back to Riley at Trevor’s name, then sighed in relief at the news of his condition. “Can I see him? I won’t disturb him. I just… I need to see him for myself.”

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

A bit more, I suppose! I've been making sure to kick my cat out well before my normal bedtime, so he has not been as often of a nuisance. Sorry to hear your beagle's doing that! He loves you! xD I hope YOU manage to get some sleep here soon!

Sounds perfect to me! :-) If you change your mind between now and then, just let me know.

No worries. I'd imagine it's been insane with Father's Day. Take all the time you need, my friend!

MONSTORY

In the split second it took for the blade to meet Wolf and claws meet flesh, Izzy knew two things: first, that her abilities had not been enhanced nearly enough to pose any kind of major threat to the White Wolf, and second, a searing, agonizing pain as the Wolf’s strength sent her soaring into the crumbling wall of the school.
Flashes of white burst over her vision when she smacked into the stone. With a trembling groan, she slid down the wall to the ground amidst weeds, rocks, and bits of broken building, her upper back propped awkwardly against the wall. She had somehow managed to keep a hold of the sword, its hilt held loosely in her right hand. Her teeth grit hard and each quick exhale a pained moan, she tried to force herself to focus. If the wound she had dealt the Wolf did not work, it could be readying its next attack.
But the sight that met her once the fuzzy haze of agony cleared enough for her make it out made an icy chill seep through her body. What was left of it, at least. She stared, horrified, at Trevor’s writhing form and the pair of legs—her legs—not far from him. She did not need to look down to know what she would see. They had not evaporated, and the agony blazing its way through her from waist up was enough to tell her that her healing abilities had not increased enough to save her. But her plan seemed to have worked, and that was what mattered. He had risked his life for her. The least she could do was the same, even if it meant she lost hers in the process.
Until everything went even more wrong.
Her breathing ragged and heart pounding erratically in her throat, she draped a shaking arm just above the severed part of her body, thick, warm blood instantly coating her skin. Fighting against the darkness lurking at the edges of her swirling vision, her sight blurring in and out, she watched with confused terror as the Wolf began to manifest itself, Trevor’s cries mingling with the Wolf’s howls.
“No,” she rasped out between her teeth, a bitter metallic taste in her mouth.
Whatever she had done to the Wolf, she had not killed it. She had only made things worse, and there was nothing she could do but watch until the last of her life drained from her. The last thing she would see, she feared, before Death came to collect her was the Wolf’s triumph. Her head thunked back against the school’s wall, her neck tiring of holding it up.
Then came the impossible voice, echoing in her head. In the partial second between another bout of hazy vision and relative clarity, the vampire child stood over her. She blinked a couple times, unsure if he was really there, or a figment of her imagination. It took her muddled brain longer than it should have to register what he said, if he was even speaking at all. She tried to speak after the second time she thought she heard him, to ask a simple, “What?” but only a pained whimper came out in place of words, her lips too weak along with the rest of her to work properly.
There was no way he was really there, but when the pain ebbed and her lower half regrew, her body healed by his blood, there was no denying it. While his words may have been a hallucination, the vampire child was, in fact, there. When he took the sword, the back of her hand against the ground, her fingers curled around the empty air.
When he turned to Trevor and the Wolf, Izzy tried to make herself stand, but her limbs felt like they weighed thousands of pounds. A leg twitched, as if it thought about obeying, but had changed its mind. Though the pain had stopped, the darkness creeping around her vision threatened to take over, her world still seeming to spin as she watched the child drain the Wolf’s life, then disappear.
At last, it was over. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, the unfocused form of Riley stood over her. The world around her felt a million miles away. Only vaguely aware as he picked her up, she groaned, his voice as distant in her ears as the schoolyard seemed.
The sound of Trevor’s voice followed her into unconsciousness, her body falling completely limp in Riley’s arms.

The familiar din of her brothers broke through the darkness of Izzy’s slumber. She really, really hoped that was not what being dead sounded like. Their voices were muffled at first, as if she was hearing them from underwater, her eyelids lead weights demanding she return to sleep for a while longer. The night before felt more like a foggy nightmare nagging at the back of her mind than actual events. Part of her wished, hoped it really was nothing but a nightmare, a gruesome story her unconscious mind had decided to concoct. But with a groan, she rolled onto her stomach, her comforter draped over her, and forced her eyes open as every last detail came crashing back to her.
As hard as she wished it, it had been no dream.
Trevor—or the Wolf, if not both—had nearly killed her. And against all odds, the vampire child had, at long last, moved from the worn, dingy classrooms to come to her rescue. But what had become of Trevor?
Her body weighed down from the sleep still clinging to her with a greater fierceness than usual, she forced herself to roll out of bed, taking a moment to make sure her feet,covered by a pair of white socks, were properly attached before standing. She changed out of the clothes she still wore from the previous day, trying to shake off the almost congested feeling sticking to her, then stole downstairs. She tried to sneak out without her brothers noticing her. She needed to know if Trevor was okay, all things considered, and she figured the best place to search for him was the school. If he was not there, then perhaps Riley would be, and she could ask him where to find Trevor.

Of Science and Magic

Awesome. I have actually never used Pandora, but know what it is and have heard good things about it!

Go you about making it your longest yet! Especially if length is something you want to improve on.


Why were you hesitant? It was a pretty good post. :-) And three months sounds fine by me! Good time lapse choice. That would give the Altrean king more than enough time to search, for suspicions to arise both there and within the werewolf clans, and for tensions to be high with an impending war on the wind by the time he reappears.

I'll work on mine here soon (hopefully).

Of Science and Magic

Woo! Post! I like the picture. And there is definately a difference there! Kudos! :-)

(Happy Thursday! >:-D)

MONSTORY

Startled, Izzy inhaled sharply and backed off when Trevor snarled, fear in her eyes. She stepped so she stood beside the sword’s hiding place, the hilt obscured by a tangle of weeds. She was losing him. Even if everything he had done was of his choosing, his appearance was enough to show there was still something supernatural going on. Perhaps the sword could sever it, whatever “it” was. At the very least, she had to try.
“Okay,” she said softly, raising her hands in front of her and crouching down as if in an attempt to seem less antagonizing, being more at his eye-level rather than standing over him, the hidden sword to her left. She swallowed. “I’m sorry, Trevor.”
As quickly as she could, she pulled the Aberration Slayer easily from its hiding place, a few rocks and broken bits of concrete thumping back to the earth in her haste. She lunged at him, the longsword held in both hands, its blade aimed for Trevor.

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Elayra's eyes flicked to Ghent in annoyance. “You’ll get slack when you’ve earned it!” she snapped, wishing he would just keep his mouth shut.
She returned Miles’ gaze when he looked back to her. The corner of her lips twitched up for a fraction of a second at the change in his countenance; she knew she had said the right thing to gain his help before he said he could. He was unstable, yes, but when someone wanted something as badly as he looked to want the portals open, then even the most impossible of truces could be formed… so long as it was in his favor, at least.
She gave a quick, stiff nod when Miles echoed her, then let out a “Ha!” at his audacity to restate his previous list of demands with the current standings.
She shot Ghent a warning glare, trying to shut him up before he could further irritate Miles and potentially make the man change his mind, but his head was against the headrest, his attention away from her.
“Keep your mouth shut, would you?” she growled, glancing toward Ghent in the unnerving silence that befell Miles. She looked back to him, her face hard. Her eyes narrowed and she tightened her grip on the dagger at the murderous look he was giving Ghent.
She snorted, her lips pulling downward when Miles voiced her own doubts about Ghent. Though, she thought a day was being generous.
“He wouldn’t have lasted in Wonderland before the witch took over.”
Elayra snorted. “I’ll have to take your word on that,” she intoned. She snarled and turned her head toward Ghent when he spoke again. “I said, Shut. It!”
Her eyes narrowed once more at Miles when he gave his final instructions, her gaze flicking toward another car as it rushed by.
She raised her chin slightly. “Fine. No tricks from us, and none from you. But if I think for even a second you’re about to betray us,” she shifted the blade, carefully adding the tiniest bit of extra pressure to it as she leaned further forward around the seat, her voice menacingly low as she continued, “I’ll turn your insides into your outsides faster than you can say ‘Wonderland.’”
Elayra slowly removed the dagger from Miles’ throat, but made no move to return it to her boot. The patter of the rain against the car intensified, the windshield wipers struggling to keep up with the sheet of water flowing down the glass as she backed away slightly. She remained in her half-standing position, the top of her head nearly brushing against the roof, ready to act should Miles show any hint of further hostility.
“The portal we used is near Frank’s Book Barn,” she informed him, avoiding telling him exactly where near the store it was. The last thing they needed was to lose the only bit of leverage they had to insure his aid. “What do you need from us," she jerked her head toward Ghent, “to get us there?”

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

No worries. Probably because Wiki told you she is the king of dragons. Same here, sorta; everything’s a “he” with me until proven otherwise. Ha! That’s special about your old cat. And isn’t he? xD

Well, thank you very much. I appreciate the compliments. It’s always wonderful to know that someone else is enjoying your writing as much as you enjoy writing it! That’s really what it’s all about. Writing firstly for yourself, and then to spread the enjoyment it gives you. For me, anyway!

Aww, man! Dogs and the mailmen/women: a battle as old as time. Darn pets. I love them, but I also occasionally despise them. And heh, thanks. Hey, my “regular” is just different from most people’s! It just got thrown out of whack somehow, and is all over the place at the moment. I’m getting closer to getting back to my normal, though… I think. *Knocks on wood.* As long as my cat stops finding new ways to wake me up.

Muhahaha. Making you question Ghent’s sanity. All in a day’s work.

Yep! And yay! Question for you: do you want Miles to go with them, or end up getting stuck on Earth again? It’ll work into everything either way (could help them in Wonderland, or, depending on how he would react to getting cut off again, maybe be an obstacle before potentially a good connection on Earth when Ghent and Elayra return, depending on what you want for him), so just let me know!