Post by Oliver on Feb 2, 2007 22:24:19 GMT -5
Rayne sighed again. Her emerald orbs looked at the door a moment, whishing Cynyr would come with her. She turned her head away from the room and peered down the hall. Whatever. Screw it, it didn't matter. Her facial features hardened and she began to head towards where the large group of other's would be. She could smell the scent of many, even though she wasn't sure how far she was from them.
After a little while she growled. She could find no one though at one point she'd found traces of their fresh scent. they must have recently left.
"Fuck.." She growled, hitting the wall slightly. She scowled and started to turn back to where she'd come. Should she go back to Cynyr... or head off on her own. Where would she go if she went on her o-
Rayne's thoughts suddenly came to a hault, her body tensing. She didn't know exactly what had made her stop, but she had the feeling she should turn around, like something was behind her. It made her uneasy and she let out a slight growl as she slowly turned.
Standing behind Rayne was a girl who looked about Rayne's age. Rayne looked like she was eighteen so the girl looked the same. Black hair outlined her thin face, stopping near her chin, above the shoulders. Her eyes were a chilling red color, gazing at Rayne with an almost blank expression that made Rayne even more uneasy. A skin tight outfit, that looked almost, but not exactly like a black one-piece swim suit, covered her fit frame. Around her waste was what resembled a belt with straps that came down and formed an "X" over each thigh. The straps had a holder at the side, one on the left and one on the right, which seemed to house two knives. Both were of decent size. Around her wrists were black metal bands that seemed to snake around twice then end, fitting snug against her skin. Her neck had what looked like a collar and she was bearfoot.
"Who are you?.." Rayne asked hesitantly, her voice a low rumble, emerald hues narrowed. She didn't like the looks of this girl... she made Rayne uneasy, edgy, anxious in a way. There was a faint voice in the back of Rayne' smind that said she should simply attack... hury and attack before something happens. But Rayne restrained herself.
"Who are you?"Rayne repeated after a moment of silence. The girl was just standing there, staring, pissing Rayne off. "What's wrong with you? Are you stupid or something? I asked you a question.." The silence irritated her. The girl's whole presence irritated her.
Rayne opened her mouth, narrowing her eyes. She was about to snap at the girl, but in a quick fluid movement the girl had darted towards her, planted a fist in her gut then knocked her off balance and sent her sprawling to the floor. Rayne barely had time to think before she'd let out a gasp of air and found herself half dazed on the floor.
With a fierce growl, the FeLane jumped to her feet and moved to go after the black haired girl who was now just staring at her. Each attack Rayne threw at her was blocked with little effort and countered easily. Rayne blocked some of the counter attacks though many landed, knocking Rayne down or leaving her dazed and out of it for a moment. The girl didn't even really seem to be trying which pissed Rayne off even more. She fought harder, doing a little better but the girl seemed to know what Rayne was going to do before Rayne did it and it put Rayne at a disadvantaged. No matter how loud she growled, how fast she ran or how fierce her attacks were, she was matched with equivalent movements, if not better.
Soon the girl had begun to use her knives, and before long Rayne was on the floor, unoncious from a heavy blow to the head from one knive's handle. She'd just been about to change to her other form. Her skin was gashed in several places, hot sticky red liquid oozing from the deeper cuts. The girl seemed to smirk as she wiped the blades and put them back in their holders. She walked to Rayne, shoving her foot in the FeLane's gut momentarily, then reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder and teleported away.
After a little while she growled. She could find no one though at one point she'd found traces of their fresh scent. they must have recently left.
"Fuck.." She growled, hitting the wall slightly. She scowled and started to turn back to where she'd come. Should she go back to Cynyr... or head off on her own. Where would she go if she went on her o-
Rayne's thoughts suddenly came to a hault, her body tensing. She didn't know exactly what had made her stop, but she had the feeling she should turn around, like something was behind her. It made her uneasy and she let out a slight growl as she slowly turned.
Standing behind Rayne was a girl who looked about Rayne's age. Rayne looked like she was eighteen so the girl looked the same. Black hair outlined her thin face, stopping near her chin, above the shoulders. Her eyes were a chilling red color, gazing at Rayne with an almost blank expression that made Rayne even more uneasy. A skin tight outfit, that looked almost, but not exactly like a black one-piece swim suit, covered her fit frame. Around her waste was what resembled a belt with straps that came down and formed an "X" over each thigh. The straps had a holder at the side, one on the left and one on the right, which seemed to house two knives. Both were of decent size. Around her wrists were black metal bands that seemed to snake around twice then end, fitting snug against her skin. Her neck had what looked like a collar and she was bearfoot.
"Who are you?.." Rayne asked hesitantly, her voice a low rumble, emerald hues narrowed. She didn't like the looks of this girl... she made Rayne uneasy, edgy, anxious in a way. There was a faint voice in the back of Rayne' smind that said she should simply attack... hury and attack before something happens. But Rayne restrained herself.
"Who are you?"Rayne repeated after a moment of silence. The girl was just standing there, staring, pissing Rayne off. "What's wrong with you? Are you stupid or something? I asked you a question.." The silence irritated her. The girl's whole presence irritated her.
Rayne opened her mouth, narrowing her eyes. She was about to snap at the girl, but in a quick fluid movement the girl had darted towards her, planted a fist in her gut then knocked her off balance and sent her sprawling to the floor. Rayne barely had time to think before she'd let out a gasp of air and found herself half dazed on the floor.
With a fierce growl, the FeLane jumped to her feet and moved to go after the black haired girl who was now just staring at her. Each attack Rayne threw at her was blocked with little effort and countered easily. Rayne blocked some of the counter attacks though many landed, knocking Rayne down or leaving her dazed and out of it for a moment. The girl didn't even really seem to be trying which pissed Rayne off even more. She fought harder, doing a little better but the girl seemed to know what Rayne was going to do before Rayne did it and it put Rayne at a disadvantaged. No matter how loud she growled, how fast she ran or how fierce her attacks were, she was matched with equivalent movements, if not better.
Soon the girl had begun to use her knives, and before long Rayne was on the floor, unoncious from a heavy blow to the head from one knive's handle. She'd just been about to change to her other form. Her skin was gashed in several places, hot sticky red liquid oozing from the deeper cuts. The girl seemed to smirk as she wiped the blades and put them back in their holders. She walked to Rayne, shoving her foot in the FeLane's gut momentarily, then reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder and teleported away.