▲ ❝ I am a man of fortune, and I must seek my fortune. ❞
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Jul 25, 2016 14:20:48 GMT -6
Post by CRISANTA REDENTORE on Jul 25, 2016 14:20:48 GMT -6
━ LIFE HURTS A LOT MORE THAN DEATH ━Normality wasn’t something that was achieved it was given to you the moment you are brought into the world; the moment you breathe the air that life has to offer you. Your life, in the beginning, is nothing but normal, it is peaceful and it is perfect. Or as perfect as life can be. You have a family, people that love you, a home and food and clothing and then as you age, those things slowly change. Be it that you lose your family, your home or your food and so on. But for others, the changes don’t come quickly, they come slowly and painfully. And Crisanta was no stranger to this.
But all her life, she hadn’t been normal. At least, not in the eyes of the outside world. She was a freak, a monster, someone that didn’t deserve to live. And yet, the way she looked at it…people just didn’t understand just how wrong they were. Sure there were monsters out there, her parents were an example of that, but she was far from the evil they were. They tried to turn her, to tempt her with the darkness that ran through her blood and get her to use her magic for evil. But she never touched it, never did. But here she was, paying for their sins. They were granted death, a peaceful and merciful way out. But she was the one imprisoned by the enemy, used and abused for her past. And she was forced to watch, and join in, on the killing of innocent supernaturals. There are innocent supernaturals and then there are evil supernaturals, they all didn’t deserve to die. While yes, the ones that used their magic for evil and killed for their own pleasure, they deserved the end of a blade. The supernaturals that lived a life so normal and peaceful, they deserved better than the kiss of death.
If she could, she would die a thousand times in order to protect the innocent supernaturals from the brethren’s hands. And a part of her already does, each time that she defiles a direct order she gets abused and tortured for it. Punished for her heart and her morals. Hell, she gets punished for anything she does due to the magic blood that runs through her.
But tonight was different, the air was cool for being such a hot summers day earlier. The breeze felt nice on her exposed flesh, blonde hair swaying in the gentle breeze. Her shotgun, the weapon of choice that she was given, currently held in her arms. She had been dropped, well more like thrown, into the woods earlier that day and sent on her way. She wasn’t allowed to go back home, or rather go back to her prison until she killed whatever was kidnapping humans and leaving them in the woods. And thus, she was here. She was given no direction, no guidance. Just a hard slap on the wrist and the words ‘Go kill them’ thrown at her before she was pushed from the vehicles. While she knew this supernatural was evil, because it killed, she still felt bad.
She was on high alert as she walked, eyes moving through the trees for any sign of life or movement.
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Jul 26, 2016 14:10:53 GMT -6
Post by RILEY STEWART on Jul 26, 2016 14:10:53 GMT -6
I'm the thing monsters have nightmares about
The main species Riley hunted, even since she was younger was vampires. She knew that some vampires chose not to feed from the vein, other options being blood bags and even animals. Those vampires she tended not to stumble upon, seeing as they didn't really leave tracks behind. Yet the ones that feed from the vein, especially those that left other's for dead, they were easier to find. There were some individuals that weren't evil despite their species. They were generalized due to their fellow species actions. Even Wiccans could be seen as evil by some people, though they weren't all. Riley was a prime example. She used her powers to help her in hunting. Hunting wasn't something she did mercilessly. She believed in justice to an extent. If you did bad things, bad things would happen to you. It was something people liked to call karma. But she didn't wait around for that, if you did a lot more bad things would happen. So she like many other hunters took things into their own hands to rid places of the evil that presented itself.
Though she mainly hunted vampires, she'd dabbled into the hunting of other creatures too. Today she wasn't exactly sure of what tail she was chasing, all she knew was this creature was kidnapping people and bringing them here. To the woods. She guessed there was a chance it was a vampire, possibly one that was smart enough to kill in the woods than out in the open. Demons were an option too, maybe gathering people for fellow demons to possess. Doing deals solely in the woodland. Riley wasn't exactly sure but she would be finding out. She doubted the possibility of it being a Lycan or fellow Wiccan, so she didn't bring weaponry to deal with them. With her she carried her trusty stake in case the creature was a vampire. Within her pocket was a vial of holy water to slow down a demon if they presented themselves. The only thing to fully rid a demon and send it back to would be exorcising it. Something she thankfully had experience in. And hidden was one of her guns within it's holster just in case she needed it.
Riley had opted to walk to the woods and once she reached there she strayed from the path and held her stake tightly in her hand. She knew walking around in search of a vampire or demon, hoping to randomly come across it could take awhile. Though she was willing to wait, patience was something she could muster on occasion. If she had to be patient to get the job done, she would be. As she cautiously walked she was alert at all times. This alertness was what caused her to hear a nearby presents after roughly ten minutes of wandering. Quickly yet quietly she approached to where the sound came from. Through the branches and such she was able to make out a figure, suspecting it to be the creature. Suddenly she raised her stake upward ready to strike, but before she could the person turned revealing a woman holding a shotgun. "Who are you?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed confused. Highly doubting this was the creature she was after, though she kept her grip tight as she slowly lowed her stake, eyes focused on the stranger. Tag: CRISANTA REDENTORE Words: 560 Notes:
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▲ ❝ I am a man of fortune, and I must seek my fortune. ❞
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Sept 6, 2016 17:58:43 GMT -6
Post by CRISANTA REDENTORE on Sept 6, 2016 17:58:43 GMT -6
AND ALL SHE WANTED, WAS SOMEONE THAT CARES It wasn’t that her entire life was a lie, it was more like her current life was a lie. She was kidding herself when she thought she could do this, live with the choice of picking the life of living at a price. She wasn’t living, she was tortured and abused, and for what? For the safety of others, for the protection from her and other innocent creatures that lingered upon the Earth. If it wasn’t for her stubborn mindset when it came to the darkness that was supposed to fill her, she might have died a long time ago. Her stubbornness saved her from a fate like her parents, but now as she thought about it in the dark recesses of her mind, maybe she should of let her parents plague her innocent mind with darkness. Some people say that life is worse than death, and that was entirely correct. She realized that now, her life would be totally different if she had died all those years ago; if she had let the brethren kill her instead of taking her into abuse and use her.
Subconsciously, as she trekked through the woods, her hand rubbed against where the symbol branded into her skin. It was to stop her from using her darkness, the magic that the brethren were afraid of that, but they never acted that way. Over the years she had come to realize this, they were afraid of what they could not prove, what they couldn’t understand. That was the reason they killed the supernatural, the reason they branded her and the reason they didn’t try to consider the possibility that there are innocent and good supernatural beings. She being one of them, her parents weren’t anything like her. The darkness that plagued her parents and their home before they died was something that too scared her. But she was never tempted by it, instead trying to live a normal life and her stubborn ways pushed away their darkness. Maybe she should of let them tempt her, should have turned to the dark side and allowed the brethren to kill her instead of claiming her.
She thought about this as she moved through the woods, eyes on high alert. This was one of the few times she was left alone to think, but it was another time that usually got her tortured because she barely came away with word of her success in the creature’s slaughter.
‘Who are you?’
The sound of the female voice caught her attention, and quickly she whipped around, shotgun aimed at her as she narrowed her eyes. “Like I’m going to tell you that.” she sneered, remembering the first rule of hunting. Never share your identity, leads you one step closer to being the monsters prey. But that was when she noticed the woman lower a stake, was that her weapon? If she was a supernatural, a stake was not something she would assume to be her weapon. Either magic, claws or teeth would be something.
“Nice stake, it as sharp as your fangs? Your claws? Or are you going to use your magic to send it flying without me noticing?” Hope this works! template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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