Ionni cast her eyes back over her shoulder. It had seemed that the two were mother and daughter, but Ionni knew they weren't. She spoiled the moment again, and tossed the cigarette bud to the snow, and enviously, reached into her pocket and revealed another, which she later lit up and huffed. Tvim was indeed a good hearted dragon. She let the two of them escape? No, no this wasn't right...She stopped in her tracks and peered back. <span style='color:red'>This can't be. W-What do I do?</span> Ionni began to hurry back, taking big steps but maintaining not to run, as she passed 'Strella. Tvim was under Sieben's weight, and Ionni couldn't bare to see this. <span style='color:red'>No...</span> Ionni said, softly. But nobody heard. She spoke louder this time. <span style='color:red'>No</span> Still, the two wrestled breathlessly. Ionni clenched fists in both hadns. <span style='color:red'>No!</span> Ionni snarled loudly and began yelling. <span style='color:red'>Listen, Sieben! You can't kill her! I won't allow it, because she is my only hope you beast!</span>
Sieben looked over his shoulder pass Adara that dropped her barrier from weakness. She fell to the ground unconious and into a sleep state. Sieben looked back up to Ionni and shook his head lightly. "You jump to concluisons to quickly little one. I don't mean your mistress or savior any harm. So just back down and sheath your claws before something does happen." He spoke to her in a calm tone as his eyes drifted back towards Tvim. He winced a bit and lifted himself up off the ground slowly still holding his slow healing hand out to her, hoping that she would go and take his blood and not allow herself to go hungry from this all. After all, the blood of an elder is definitely stronger and more life staining than any other creatures blood out there.
As Seiben lifted his weight from her, Tvim slowly crawled out from under him. She was left on hands and knees panting from her lack of strength. As the barrier came down, Tvim began to run but found she couldn't for very long and spread her wings in an attempt to ride some thermals. She winged up to the correct height but crashed down quickly afterwards. She crashed headfirst, snow raining down over her, her body flipped over three times so that she lay facing the sky. The snow under her began to turn red as she bled profusely from cuts she had gotten as she crashed. Everything began to go blank, but she managed to lift her head slightly and see that she had only made it a few feet away from Seiben.
Shadow, watched powerless he needed to feed if he hoped to counter anything magical, it was when he saw Tvim fly away and fall he jumped into action, he ran into a bush, where a squeak of a rabbit was heard he then continued, sprinting over to her, dropping the rabbit close to her. he cupped his wings around her shielding her from the growing wind. <span style='color:purple'>i am so fucked up</span> he thought openly to himself, sieben approached but shadow did not growl this time or make any effort to curse him <span style='color:purple'>i'm too young to have any knowledge of these 'dragons..</span> he sighed sadly and he had no clue whether or not he was good, or evil, or whatever they wished to call it, <span style='color:red'>i have a lot to learn...</span> he looked up towards seiben, he was confused at his reaction with tvim, maybe he had some of his emotions intact still...<span style='color:red'>excuse me sieben, sir. you must have known many true bloods in your time... did you ever hear of my mother? Her name was ksjapi Degoz. i apoligise for what i did before,... i have little knowledge of the world...and the vampires in it... i try to follow what my mother wished...</span>
Jahhar grinned at Sieben, who was obviously preoccpied. He decided to get away. He didn't know how to defeat Sieben, but one day, he would. Until then, Jahhar needed to get home and get some sleep. Jahhar started to quietly leave the scene, staggering a bit. What a long day. Its a good thing it was over. Hopefully it was over for Jahhar...
He looked away from the fleeing Tvim back towards Shadow as he seemed to change his tune so sudden. Sieben moved over towards Tvim and kneeled down along side her reaching his hands down about her waist gently then lifted her up. "I knew of your mother. She was a very wise 'dragon. But still she was young for a vampire and knew to little of the real world. She tried to be kind and loving towards the mortals, but sadly for her attempts at trying to be...friendly, the pendragons killed her." He spoke placing his arm about Tvim holding her to where she was facing him. His hand split open once more and he offered his hand to her forcefully. "I doubt...that her body would have given in so easily to the pain and torture that it suffered. I doubt even by my forever damned soul that she hasn't been destoryed." Sieben spoke as his watched that of his blood flow down into the mouth of the weak Tvim, despite how she tried to reject his offering and everything to her he was still much stronger and able to keep a hold on her. Adara looked over towards Shadow for a short while then away. She kneeled down into the snow and dropped back on her rear sighing softly as she did. Her eyes became heavy with sleep but she had to do her best to pervent herself from slipping off into sleep. Her head rocked back and forth as she sat there.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>School SUCKS!</td></tr></table> Ionni decided to watch Sieben and the others talk. Sh thought over what she was to do. <span style='color:red'>I'll go home...Rest, maybe meditate...drink tea...</span> But she had the urge to stay. Nevertheless, she stood up, and lit up a cigarette. <span style='color:red'>What am I going to do Sieben? Tvim? What do I do? Who do I trust? Who is to traqin me?</span> She blew out a puff of somke, spreading like a disease in air. She took it inbetween her fingers. <span style='color:red'>I mean I don't care who I go with anymore...Its just that...I just want a good and normal life...</span> She inhailed the cigarette again, this time closing her eyes...
Shadow nodded, his mother had been young.... <span style='color:red'>i think i took a bad first impression of you sir... i apoligise for my reaction earlier... </span>he shifted his tail around to add warmth to tvim <span style='color:red'>i am not, shall i say, experienced in non clan ways... i make the same mistakes as my mother. and then i try to stop it, and look what happens... </span>he looked over to Ionni. <span style='color:red'>i ruined her life...</span> he looked over to see her puffing on a cigarette. <span style='color:red'>you care for Tvim?</span> he asked randomly as he cradled her feeding her upto strength.
"You did nothing to go and ruin that feminine's life. She is just having a hard time trying to adjust to the changes that she is going through. Cause every broodling is discontent about themselves at first." He spoke as he continued to force feed Tvim his eyes locked on her pained ones from being done this way. He merely shook his head and gave a wince before looking over into the direction of the of Shadow again. He gave a light glare then turned his eyes into the direction of Ionni standing there smoking like a train. She must have been the most distant 'dragon to be changed. Just from the way that she was staying away from everyone else like they was a plague or something. He merely shook his head and looked back down onto Tvim. "I do to an extent, but it goes no further than a fathery feeling to a hitchling." Sieben gave her a light glare before removing his appendage from her lips. He winced a bit as the wound healed over instantly leaving a faint scar. He however still held Tvim to him. giving her the chance to relax or even get up and run away.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ill try to wrap things up for Ionni...thanks for the great plot peoples...</td></tr></table> Ionni dropped her cigarette and coughed. Her eyes switched between Sieben and Tvim. She adjusted the hood on her coat and walked over to them, letting her feet drag through the snow, flopping it in all directions. <span style='color:red'>Ill be waiting in the Black Market...a bar called the the "Seven Knives." Ill be wearing what I am now</span> Her eyes trailed over to Shadow, and she left with a nod, lighting another cigarette, and slowly disappearing through the trees. Her walk would be long and tiring, but her days to come would be far far worse...
Tvim raised her head and body from those cradling her. She held her head in her paws, the pain was amazing! What could have caused it? Her back arched as the gash began to heal. She could not heal as fast as Sieben, or perhaps it was only because the wound was deeper and covered in grime. She began to stand and walk away. If she ever wanted this wound to heal, she would need alot more blood. Before she reached the edge of the forest, she looked back and smiled at Sieben and Shadow. <span style='color:blue'>Perhaps we'll see each other again someday</span> she telepathed to them as the wind picked up and swirled snow about her 'lithe body as she limped away.
Shadow nodded in agreement, he hoped he would, and when he got back to his abode, his training would begin, but unfortunately he needed a mentor...
Sieben lifted himself from the snow and walked over towards the sleeping form of Adara (or Seiph) then kneeled down along side her scooping her up into his arms gently. ntill we all meet again...my blood children, my Brood. He thought with a soft smile then turned his eyes towards Seiph slipping his finger over her forehead. He then turned on his heel and made his way off, to find his way back to the darkness, where he truely belonged. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>That was a great thread y'all! I would like to get them back together sometime if that would be possible! Anyhoot! THREAD CLOSING!</td></tr></table> THE END!
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>And so... the mighty mod waved his wand.... and the thread became nothing more than a memory....</td></tr></table>
