Makaio, as he had come to know himself, theatrically bows and motions to the drop in front of them. "Ladies first."
"No way!" she protests. "How do you know it's safe?"
"I've done this a hundred times before!"
"I don't believe you."
"Are you calling me a liar?" he tries to look hurt.
"If you're so sure, then you jump first."
Makaio sighs, though the grin doesn't leave. "Alright, alright, how about we jump together?"
She nods in agreement. "On three."
"Un," he starts.
"Duex," she added.
"Trois!" the shout together. Makaio runs the last few steps and leaps from the tuktok of the waterfall. The water is freezing when he hits it. It rushes over him, cooling his skin. He clothes his eyes for a moment, feeling the water caressing his body, soothing his nerves, cleansing the stress from his body. When he feels his feet touch the pebbly bottom, he kicks off and swims up for air.
When Makaio breeches, he glances around. However, he doesn't spot his companion and becomes panicked. Then he hears a giggle overhead.
"Is it chilly?" she calls down.
"You chickened out on me!" Makaio shouts up. "How can I ever trust you again?" He can't deny the grin on his face though as she laughs at his antics. Her dress bellows in the wind, the breeze tugging at her silky hair, and for a moment, she's as angelic in appearance as she is in nature.
Suddenly, the sun and it's warmth are covered sa pamamagitan ng dark clouds. The air is buzzing with electricity, a warning of the impending lightning. She shouts for Makaio to get out of the water, but before he can swim to the shore, something wraps around his ankle. It's sharp, like a prickled hand, or a spiked manacle used in torture dungeons, and he let's out a cry. The yelp steals the air from Makaio's lungs just as he's yanked under the surface. The crystal clear aquamarine pool suddenly turns into a murky lagoon of swirling black ink around him as the pebbly floor falls away. He's pulled far down, so deep he can no he can no longer hear her screaming his name. Makaio let's out a final scream
"Darling, wake up," a sweet voice croons. He refuses to open his eyes. "You are dreaming, sweetheart." I know, he wants to shout. A gentle hand brushes his hair back, "Come back to me, my darling."
"I can't," he whispers. And just like that, it's gone. That warm feeling dissipates, and he's left with the cold emptiness of the room he lays in. The loving voice is gone, the sweet visions nothing madami but wistful dreams.
Her face is blurred in his memory. The voices blown away in the winds of reality. Makaio, a false identity, has nothing. He opens his kulay-lila eyes to nothing madami than the midnight's blackness of the abandoned warehouse he's taken refuge in. "I can't," he whispers again, but this time it is closer to a sob. "Please," he begs the dark. "Take me back."
"No way!" she protests. "How do you know it's safe?"
"I've done this a hundred times before!"
"I don't believe you."
"Are you calling me a liar?" he tries to look hurt.
"If you're so sure, then you jump first."
Makaio sighs, though the grin doesn't leave. "Alright, alright, how about we jump together?"
She nods in agreement. "On three."
"Un," he starts.
"Duex," she added.
"Trois!" the shout together. Makaio runs the last few steps and leaps from the tuktok of the waterfall. The water is freezing when he hits it. It rushes over him, cooling his skin. He clothes his eyes for a moment, feeling the water caressing his body, soothing his nerves, cleansing the stress from his body. When he feels his feet touch the pebbly bottom, he kicks off and swims up for air.
When Makaio breeches, he glances around. However, he doesn't spot his companion and becomes panicked. Then he hears a giggle overhead.
"Is it chilly?" she calls down.
"You chickened out on me!" Makaio shouts up. "How can I ever trust you again?" He can't deny the grin on his face though as she laughs at his antics. Her dress bellows in the wind, the breeze tugging at her silky hair, and for a moment, she's as angelic in appearance as she is in nature.
Suddenly, the sun and it's warmth are covered sa pamamagitan ng dark clouds. The air is buzzing with electricity, a warning of the impending lightning. She shouts for Makaio to get out of the water, but before he can swim to the shore, something wraps around his ankle. It's sharp, like a prickled hand, or a spiked manacle used in torture dungeons, and he let's out a cry. The yelp steals the air from Makaio's lungs just as he's yanked under the surface. The crystal clear aquamarine pool suddenly turns into a murky lagoon of swirling black ink around him as the pebbly floor falls away. He's pulled far down, so deep he can no he can no longer hear her screaming his name. Makaio let's out a final scream
"Darling, wake up," a sweet voice croons. He refuses to open his eyes. "You are dreaming, sweetheart." I know, he wants to shout. A gentle hand brushes his hair back, "Come back to me, my darling."
"I can't," he whispers. And just like that, it's gone. That warm feeling dissipates, and he's left with the cold emptiness of the room he lays in. The loving voice is gone, the sweet visions nothing madami but wistful dreams.
Her face is blurred in his memory. The voices blown away in the winds of reality. Makaio, a false identity, has nothing. He opens his kulay-lila eyes to nothing madami than the midnight's blackness of the abandoned warehouse he's taken refuge in. "I can't," he whispers again, but this time it is closer to a sob. "Please," he begs the dark. "Take me back."
~~~
"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what madami could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
~~~
Let the transformation begin.
~~~
((More?))
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions sa pamamagitan ng touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: pako and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first buwan of life, he was kidnapped sa pamamagitan ng the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions sa pamamagitan ng touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: pako and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first buwan of life, he was kidnapped sa pamamagitan ng the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.