Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had screamed out in pain as his hand had moved to snap the bones in her wrist, though she never actually felt them break she was sure he at least fractured it. She would have stumbled if he wouldn't have moved backwards, taking them both along for the ride that ended in her being thrown away from him as if she were a rag doll. Her body twisted in the air, all her focus turning towards landing rather than just falling back to the ground and when her body finally came down a good twenty feet from where he was crouched she stared in shock at the unfolding events. She had landed nearly perfectly in a stance that made her ready to either try running again, or attacking; Her knees bent enough so she was nearly crouched as low as he was, one hand, the opposite from the one he had injured pressing fingertips against the grass as her eyes bled to golden, swallowing away her grey. The blade had been dropped during their little encounter, her head tilting as she caught the scent of his blood.~
Daniel, he has tricked you.
~She would try talking now that there was some space between them, and no weapons were drawn.~
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel snickered through his words, his eyes fixed and unmoving from her form. He'd expected nothing less from her mouth. In her desperate attempts to spare her own life, she'd say anything. Not a single word slipped from his lips, but instead a deep ferral growl rumbled within his chest. The glasses slipped from his forehead as the wind around them picked up suddenly. In the distance, a storm was beginning to roll in, the billowing dark grey clouds ominous and foreboding. The intense green gaze that had focused upon her form was speckled with hints of red and brown. With a sneer, he shifted his position, ready to spring into action with her next movement.:
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She shook her head slowly, trying to think of what to say, what could she possibly say to remind him, to break this. She would kill Bones if ever given the chance, tear him limb from limb and bathe in his blood as he took his final breaths. Slowly she let her body relax, standing more casually rather then in ready stance. Her eyes never left Daniel, though she was fully aware of the wind picking up, the storm rolling in. Breathing out slowly she lowered her voice, speaking to him from across the twenty foot gap that remained.~
Daniel, you need to remember because I wont fight you. Your Pack was destroyed by Bones, the Hinthial Pack. You've joined the Ulric, my Pack. You're my Ulrika.. please.. remember.
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel's eyes narrowed, her words fell on deaf ears. He could care less about the lies that were spouting from her lips. The red and brown flecks of colour in the intense green gaze had subsided although his intentions were far from finished. If she insisted on his presence in her life, perhaps he's play along.:
Oh yes, now I remember...
:He cocked a brow slightly, his eyes meeting with hers. The tone of voice he'd taken with her had still contained a hint of the snide manner it had previously. The fuck he would be in any pack. He'd never felt the need to be anything but on his own. Daniel was strong, and perhaps could have been a very strong leader, but the only pack he remembered were the ones that had attacked him in his memory, and it all centered around the bitch and her lies.:
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She stood staring at him, and the only thing she felt was helplessness, she hated Bones. She hated that he was able to make her feel like this, she hated that Bones could steal her confidence away and now her Ulrika. Shaking her head she turned from him suddenly, literally turning her back on the massive Werewolf as she moved deeper into the woods, her voice carrying on the nights air.~
Bones will kill everyone you ever held dear, Daniel. You may think I'm the enemy now, but tell me of your past then. Tell me where you've been for the past ten years, the past fucking week. Tell me these things, and then convice yourself they are true.
~The wind was blowing harder now, throwing strands of thick curls free of the hold from the ponytail to whip it forward into her face, brushing ends against her slender neck. Her flesh the perfect mix between tanned and pale, the moonlight that was being covered by the rolling clouds giving her skin a slight natural glow as if it could actually react to that cool light of night.~
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel had extensive memories over the past years, most of them involved his (now) partner Bones. Within the confines of the secret society of Vampires and Werewolves alike, each had rose to a respective power. Their lives had revolved around that power. The last few weeks had involved much planning of the execution of the Ulfric Pack. The Hinthial as she called him, were nothing. He never knew of such a pack, only the word he knew was from the ancient culture he'd grown up in. Hinthial was Etrusian for ghost or spirit. There was nothing needed to convince him of his past, the memories that Bones had constructed had been elaborate and he'd used time and effort to make them as real as his own true memories had been. With the howling of the wind coursing through the trees, Luca wouldn't hear the soft click, then a much more sharp one as he pulled the pistol from it's holster, removed the safety and drew the chamber back to ready it for the shot. Daniel's expierence with that weapon in particular was quiet extensive, making him and excellent shot despite the alterations for power and accuracy. He raised it, aimed and fired, compensating with the intereference that would have resulted from the wind. Luca had only seconds as the bullet barrelled towards her. Would it miss or strike, either way Daniel didn't care. There were other plans instore for the Ulfric Pack, much more devious than Luca could think possible on his part. Bones had tapped into the darkness of Daniel's personality, drawing it forth and making it a dominant characteristic. In time, if things went according to plan, the entire society of Werewolves and Vampires alike would tremble beneath their feet.:
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She could have moved, possibly completely out of the way but she had to trust in it, if it killed her or not in the end wasn't the point. She needed to know how far gone Daniel was, and the only way to figure it out would be to accept her fate with him. It seemed to take forever, as if the bullet had slowed once it left the gun and time itself had nearly come to a stop. She felt the bullet bust through her flesh, and then nothing. Warm speckles of her blood splattered over her face and up her sweatshirt as it exited her upper shoulder. A slow ragged breath left her pale lips as she blinked, tilting her head down to look at the wound and found herself on her knees on the cold earth. He had shot her, clean and just like that. Not a second thought had gone through his mind, and the fear that she had actually lost him was becoming very real. Another breath was taken as she slowly twisted her body so she could look back at him, her eyes filled with the realization that he wasn't himself, that she loved him and perhaps that would never again matter. She still didn't run, she didn't even move to stand again and instead just remained kneeling, waiting for his next move in silence.~
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:The hollow point, would expand as it hit it's target, creating a considerable amount of damage, but instead of only expanding it had fragmented inside of her before most of it had left her body. The chemical it had relased would burn away at her flesh, making the wound even more grevious. The combination of the two factors together, made his rounds deadly. A second shot wasn't needed in Daniel's opinion, especially not with a living subject. The white phospherous woudl absorb into her blood stream, poisoning her system and with time creating adverse results. Though being a werewolf, she may be immune to some of these affects. None the less, the bullet had done it's job and a sick pleased smile had cross over his lips. Even with the satisfaction of a job well done, there was something nagging at him, deep inside. Daniel brushed it off, thinking nothing of it as the first drops of rain began to fall from the dark clouds overhead. With one last glance towards the forest, Daniel turned back towards the Tavern, spriting as he tucked away pistol. The barrel had cooled quickly as only one shot had been fired. As he drew near the tavern, he picked up the now rain slicked duster he'd left on the ground, slipping it back over his arms and adjusting across his broad shoulders. A second thought wasn't given to the injured wolf as he stepped inside the room. A nagging burn had adjitated his injury, however insignificant to the Lycan's massive body it may have been. With a roll of his shoulders, he slid a hand inside his duster, over the wound itself and moved through the inn, back to the delve of shadows he'd first slipped into upon entering.:
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had watched him in silence as he had moved away from her as if she was just a piece of trash, a Mutt he had hunted down to kill - though in all honestly he had done a piss poor job. She wondered why he hadn't finished the job, had he honestly hoped she would just lay down and die? Her gut told her maybe there was hope, if the roles had been reversed, and she had been hunting down a Mutt she wouldn't have thought twice about putting a pretty bullet into his skull - so why hadn't he done the same if he truely felt that way towards her? She had only waited long enough for him to get half way back to the Tavern before she moved, fighting back the groan of pain as her shoulder began to throb, forcing herself not to look at it yet. It would do her no good to sit there in the grass while the rain started to come down and cry over the messy hole in her shoulder. All her focus moved to crawling slowly across the quickly dampening grass to gather the blade she had dropped earlier. His blood was on it, honestly she had no idea what she could do with the sample, but she wasn't about to pass up a possible opportunity. Slidding it back into it's casing she closed her eyes and forced herself to stand, her shoulder and arm completely numb, limb as she began to pant. It was bad, she knew it was bad and without even looking could feel the warm ooze of her blood soaking into her shirt. Swallowing she closed her eyes once she was finally standing, fighting to keep herself from passing out before she'd try to move again.~