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Yuar...
Alright guys... this is my post for Yuar. I
hope you guys like it, I tried on this post actually to make
it dramatic for Yuar since he needs those type of posts more
often. ^^;;; I also made a page with the same post on it, but
this one HAS pictures! ^^ I REALLY think you should go to THAT
Page instead. Pwease? ^^ Then you can tell me your favorite
picture . ^^ thanx!
http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/shweet/Gyvien_s_Finale.html
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YUAR
ORO
**
It was as if every thing was
in slow motion.
It was as if some one had
struck Yuar down so hard, that he was paralyzed for life- that
he was almost near death.
It was as if some
one had killed Yuar.
And yet, there he stood…
frozen in time, staring, unbelieving, trying to grasp what had
happened.
No. It didn’t
happen.
Yes, it had. And It
did.
Gyvien lyed
upon the ground, her liquid, almost innocent eyes staring
straight up into the dark, cloudy sky. A patch of clouds
however, had spread apart like when the Red Sea had… and
swirling like a whirlpool, it revealed a single star- gleaming
and twinkling, as if holding a secret that only it knew.
Gyvien could barely comprehend what was happening… every thing
was blurry, unclear… every thing seemed to be magnified. Every
breath she took, slow, painful and it seemed to deafen her
ears. Every movement she made… it took so much effort, and
with each thought, each glance, each breath- she grew more
tired, and her body began to numb.
Then Rudy came
to her side… she could see him, she saw him well. His light
blue hair, a bit blood stained, gently blowing in front of his
icy, frost-glazed eyes which were identical to her own. Yes,
those were her father’s eyes. She didn’t know why or what made
her know that… she simply knew. They were related, their eyes
gave it all too clearly away. She tried to smile… but the pain
was too immense for her. Rudy had spoken words to her… but she
could barely hear or understand them. Her head was swirling
around, block dots began to form in her vision. She couldn’t
feel her lower legs… the knee cap which had been shattered
into a million pieces was no longer painful- she couldn’t
feel. Her finger tips burned. They burned so badly they felt
as if the flesh was being seered off of them, until she
couldn’t feel them anymore. Daggers… thousands of daggers
began to dig into her lungs, twisting and jerking their
sharpened blades many different ways into her lungs as if
trying to chip away at the inside flesh. She could barely
breath… she knew what was happening. She was loosing blood…
she was dying.
No time. Gyvien simply had not
enough time to say what she wanted to say… wanted to say to
everyone. A hunter was never one for words either, and Gyvien
was no exception. However, as her brother stood over her…
tears flooding his eyes, she felt sad. She didn’t want him to
cry. Opening her mouth slowly… as pain ripped inside of her
and sent lightening-like fleshy tares up her spine, she tried
to speak to him. If she said the whole sentence, it was barely
an audible whisper that even a vampire could pick up. She
spoke… the only words she could fathom to Rudy were his
name.
“R-rudy… I-“
But that was
all.
She couldn’t finish what she
wanted to say, before her heart finally gave up. Before her
lungs refused to breathe, and her body simply had enough.
Gyvien had died.
“R-rudy. . . I
love you, brother.”
That simple
sentence which she had wanted to say, lingered in the air.
Though her words did not come forth, or her mouth speak it-
she still had said that she had loved her brother in her mind.
Only that remainder of a hope, could possibly come forth that
her brother had used any little powers which were coming forth
to read her mind. He had not however… but her thoughts, still
transmitted by her, still lingered.
There always was
hope…
Yuar however, did not see it this exact
way.
His eyes widened in horror, as he saw Gyvien
fell. He fought… fought the four who held him back. He easily
slid his hand into his boot and instantly felt the icy, smooth
feel of his black-handed dagger. With one fluid-like motion he
withdrew his dagger upwards. He did not think things through
this time… he only let his instincts rush to
him.
The first vampire came at him with a
large, katana-like sword… his eyes blood shot as if he had his
own furry. But it was nothing compared to Yuar’s burning
desire. As the vampire rose his blade to hit Yuar, Yuar simply
reached out his own deathly-strong hand and grabbed the handle
of the sword. The inner palm let the sword’s outside blade cut
into his palm slightly, as thick, warm blood streamed from
Yuar’s hand. He ignored it however… and holding the blade with
one hand, he simply took the other hand and with a strong,
gut-jeering motion he cleanly sliced the Vampire’s torso into
halves. The vampire did not have a chance to scream as blood
spattered and spewed into the air, flecking Yuar’s hair with
blood-red markings which he
ignored.
Another vampire came at
him… and dropping the blade, Yuar sliced the air yet again
with the finely crafted weapon. Instantly the blade met the
vampire’s head, and all too soon the head split apart and
blood began to gurgle up from the brain, until it streamed
over his face and stained his vision. It had killed him only a
few seconds after… the blade had gotten to the brain, damaging
it permantly.
Yuar was about to go after the other two
vampires… but soon his raged-filled eyes saw that they instead
had gone at Rudy- who soon disposed of them. Rudy was angry…
he was ready to kill Lantis, Yuar sensed it in the air. Gyvien
however… what about Gyvien?
Yuar’s emerald,
piercing green-eyed gaze instantly turned to the ground where
her beautiful, blood-stained body lay motionless. His eyes
widened… the idea of death trying to fathom in his head, but
he could not comprehend. No. She was a hunter… a dampiel… she
was like his sister. She … she
wasn’t.
Rushing over to
her, not paying any heed to Rudy, Myra, Lantis or any other
creatures which could have been near, Yuar ran to Gyvien. Her
blonde hair rippled in the slight breeze which echoed off the
ground and onto her finely crafted pale face. Her body had
barely moved from the position when she fell, except her
fingers were slightly curled into her palms… as if she were
clenching her fist.
Tears began to form at the corner
of Yuar’s eyes… as he drew nearer to her. Her chest did not
rise or fall… her eyes were closed… - a strange thing, and no
sign of life could have been detected from her. The aura of a
dampiel still lingered about her body- flickering with sparks
of blue and silver, telling others with it'’ odd shape that
she had seen many dangers in her life time... and it was very
faint now. Faint
because...
”No…”
Yuar whispered,
as finally he reached Gyvien and instantly collapsed to his
knees and drew himself close to her. Tears grew in his eyes,
as they were wide with shock and disbelief… no… she… she
wasn’t dead.
She couldn’t be… not now… not so,
soon. Withdrawing a huge breath, he quickly took his hands and
gently brushed her hair out from her eyes, and touched her
skin.
It was cold…. Deathly cold…
“NO!”
Yuar
let loose a loud, almost commanding yell as he suddenly
grabbed Gyvien around her tender shoulders and forced her
limp, lifeless and blood-stained body off the ground. Her body
had been lying in a pool of blood… and her dark, crimson top
was wet although no stain could be detected. Her flawless
skin, tainted with blood lines and a single scar upon her
collar bone and along her neck. Swallowing… Yuar drew Gyvien
to his chest and he softly hugged
her.
“Gyvien… gyvien! Wake up little one!
Wake up my… my –“
His body began to tremble as he
felt her light body pressed against his own strong chest.
Tears streamed down his eyes… and flooded his vision, as he
buried his head into Gyvien’s soft, ribbon-like hair. He held
her… clutched her tightly… not wanting it to be true… but he
knew…
Gyvien was… was… dead…
It felt as
though death itself had taken an icy dagger and sliced through
Yuar’s own heart. His throat burned as he choked on his own
breath… gasping for air as he, himself tried to breath. His
throat seemed to swell and burn with a stinging pain however…
as hot, seering tears streamed down his face. The most aweful,
gut-wrenching feeling spliced through every fiber of his
well-being as he held onto the dampiel known as Gyvien. His
body trembled… and for the first time, Yuar felt
weak.
He could not stop the tears... the
pain he felt... the horrible, wretching
sadness...
He could not help... but
cry....
Yuar had promised himself…
always vowed to protect those he cared for. He had watched
over Myra, watched over Rudy, and he had lost and then
re-found Gyvien again, and had always vowed to protect her as
well. Even Liven, Father Farwell… heck, even Koger he was
going to protect if they were upon the same side. Yet… despite
every thing he had tried to do, he had failed. Failed to
protect one of the dear people to him… one of the two females
he had ever cared for. Gyvien. He had failed Gyvien
miserably…
The words Vylianne had said to him
echoed deeply in his mind. Her words… they had come true.
Every thing she had said to him that night was true… she was
right all along. Yuar was a failure. He… he was worthless, a
failure, an incompetent fool in his own thoughts. There was no
other explaination then that.. Now, he held Gyvien, dead and
cold… in his arms…
Softly and slowly, Yuar took off
his jacket and wrapped it around Gyvien’s body, as if trying
to warm up her already cold body.
Holding her,
Yuarsuddenly let loose another yell… a
howl…
“NOOOOO!”
Anger filled Yuar… as his sharp
gaze drew upwards from Gyvien, to Lantis. Lantis was in a
heated battle with Rudy- both of them were whirling about the
place faster then lightening itself. Rudy’s anger had led him
to take it out on Lantis… even Myra was getting in upon the
fight as well, and all three were whirling about with a wild
furry. Yuar was angry too. He was angier than anyone could
imagine… then anyone in his mind, could ever feel. His world
had crashed down all aroun dhim like a tidal wave from the
unforgiving sea. His whole life was a lie… he had failed, and
now one of the ones he had cared for was dead. He had nothing
left… it was all for nothing. Now… watching the smug and yet
fearful Lantis fight two of the others he had vowed to
protect… it angered Yuar even more. Deep with in the abyss of
his own green-filled pupils, a fire burned and flickered. It
roared…
“F*ck you Lantis! You’re nothing but a
coward and a f*cking lying son of a b*tch! You b*st*rd! What
have you DONE!!!!?”
With that, with all his rage
Yuar reached down for his dagger which he had dropped on the
ground. With that rage and furry… he threw it straight at
Lantis.
Even though Rudy and Myra and even
Lantis were whirling about in an angry rage, fighting madly
although all of them heard Yuar’s motions. Even though they
were nothing but a blur of action… Yuar’s gift showed. Even
though no one may have noticed how impossible it was, to aim a
dagger and throw it at three vampires fighting faster than
light itself it seemed- Yuar’s gift made it possible. The
dagger was flung seemingly effortlessly in Yuar’s rage, as it
traveled gracefully through the air and sliced it clean. As
the dagger drew to the fighters, a popping and slicing
sensation filled the air along with a scream of pain. The
dagger had hit it’s mark… the dagger piercing the right eye of
Lantis, and going straight into his head.
The
dagger had never been very long… short, but useful when at the
hand of Yuar. Since it was merely thrusted through the air
however- almost flicked throughthe air, it did not travel as
deep into the head as Yuar had done to the previous vampire.
It did hurt like hell however. The dagger had gone into
Lantis’s eye at a downward angle, taking out his eye for good
and probably protruding into the roof of his mouth. Blood
streamed, poured from Lantis’s mouth like a river at the edge
of his mouth and finally bubbling over his lower lip. Lantis
looked at Yuar with his good left eye, blood spewing from
between the edges of the dagger and guzzling over the right
side of his face and down his neck. It was meant to be a death
glare at Yuar… meant to try to install fear. Rudy and Myra had
seen the whole thing… and for a moment, it was as if time
stood still.
Lantis stared at Yuar with hate…
trying to install fear, but Yuar felt nothing. Yuar was full
of rage… and slicing Lantis’s eye in the heat of his battle
did nothing to suffice Yuar’s burning, inner desire to kill
everyone in sight for the death of Gyvien. Yuar narrowed his
own, demonic-like green eyes… as he mouthed the words,
“Draconin” to Lantis… which caused Lantis to try to shout some
thing, but blood gurgled his words. Yuar held Gyvien’s body
close to his- for Yuar refused to leave Gyvien, dead or not.
He would not leave her. Lantis glared… and Yuar nodded,
motioning at Lantis with one hand.
“ Bring it on b*tch.” He
swore… as Rudy and Myra aimed to attack Lantis further more
than
before.
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