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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:08 pm
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 The vampire hissed as he let go of Jason's arm, "You wizards and your magic," he tried to get control of his legs, which wobbled from the trip. He had never felt anything like that before. He had felt his lunges compressed and he felt as though he could have suffocated if he didn't really need air to breathe. Strike stood there for a moment or two, waiting for his head to settle down from its spinning. Never again, he swore to himself.
When everything seemed to level out, Strike looked at his two companions, "She said it was an old and abandoned, cottage, correct?" he looked around. The town of Barnsley was fast asleep, not knowing that an evil organization was literally at their doorstep.
It was small, and there were no lights in any of the houses he looked at. Some chimneys had smoke trailing out from it, probably from being lit during a dinner or for a cozy feeling while they fell asleep. The houses were small cottages, and he couldn't see one that was abandoned until he turned around.
Down the road, was a very old cottage. It leaned with age. It had to be that one, Strike thought to himself as he pointed it out to his two companions.◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: I want Jack
What I'm doing: Searching
Who I'm with: Jason and Cian
Where I am: Barnsley  |
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:12 pm
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((This post is also posted at A Mysterious Hideout))
Strike followed after Cian, standing in front of the door. He was silent, a simmering anger in his chest. This was it. The fools had not expected Strike to have found out the location. So full of themselves, they hadn't even protected the cottage from being seen, from being attacked. They thought Strike dull, perhaps thought he would run instead of finding his fledglings. Every part of him screamed to show them wrong.
With a cry of rage, he kicked down the door, flying in like a hawk. He wanted to taste the blood of his enemy. Baring his fangs, he entered the darkness, without hesitation, with nothing but hatred and malice in his mind.
Something 'twanged' in his ears. And, as soon as he had heard it, it dawned on him. He had been a fool, to run in like that. They were expecting him to. To just run in, thinking last and acting first, as he was always known to do. His elders had always warned him, but, this day, he learned that it was his fault for not listening.
Strike didn't have time to move out of the way as an arrow pierced him in the heart. He gasped as he started to fall backwards, "No, not like this!" he screamed, feeling himself fall to the ground.
The final death.◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: I want Jack
What I'm doing: Walking into a trap.
Who I'm with: Jason and Cian
Where I am: Barnsley
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 8:16 pm
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 ▂▃▅▆█ Jason Hill █▆▅▃▂
Owner of Dogweed and Deathcaps
Alpha, Aconite Pack
Jason growled at the vampire as soon as he awoke. "You bloody fool! What in Merlin's name did you do that for? You could have easily died, you bloodsucking overgrown bat! Next time, watch where you step, bloody idiot!"
He pulled Strike up along with him, glaring around the small village as he did so. No scent of Remy, and no scent of the spawn, either. This was the most unsuccessful attempt they could have had. Glaring at Cian, he nearly barked at the man. "We leave now, back to my shop. There is nothing here, and it was obviously a trap." Turning into nothing, he Apparated away, leaving the village far behind.
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Location: Barnsley
State: Simmering
OOC: To Dogweed and Deathcap
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