Talon/X23

The Dark Wanderer and Talon

Dark Wanderer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talon and Dark Wanderer

 

 

Posted!

“I believe in you, I can show you that I see through all your empty lies! I won’t stay long, in this world so rong”.

Her body was a mere toy able to be possessed by anyone who dared graved it. She was a doll and so was treated as such. As her small body was with great force pulled down the halls as her screams echoed off the dead walls. Her eyes were dead and filled with despair. Their taunts whispered in her ears as they heard then talk amongst themselves , the guards. They were amused at her appearance they smiled as she knew what their minds were thinking. If anything these events this whole time she had discovered how decrepit men could possibly be, except that of her fellow Wolf Pack members, she cared nothing about the males. There was always something about a men she hated, their ability to manipulate her, to make her believe they cared. They caused her to commit actions she never desired to do and even deeper they caused her to love.

But as her mind began to lose itself with in itself she awoke to the harshness of a call. “Mutt!” Her emerald eyes flashed to the one that called her name as she felt all life instantly leave her. The girls were released as she fell to the ground not even trying to stop her face from hitting the cold floor. All she could think about was him, her father whatever he was going to face. She had received his message mentally and at least that made up for the cold shoulder that she saw come from him. She was scared, scared she’d never see him scared that she would not be able to be strong enough and afraid that she might not live through the night.

“Mutt! Get up!” obviously the name mutt had entered their vocabulary. Though as to why they called her that she knew that. The fact that she was a Lycan had not been revealed to then. But that didn’t matter to her. Nothing did, in fact she did not care if she was to die right her right now. For she felt dead, she felt her heart slowly breaking, she felt the humanity she had gained over the time slowly slipping away from her, she could feel her soul being torn from her body with her being unable to stop it. She was dyeing alive, present in this body that was now dyeing now wanting to kill itself. At time locked away in her cell she found herself thinking about the many different ways she could kill herself. That was why she always carried a silver dagger. Her father called it foolish but she called it smart.

If ever she caused a threat or knew she was she would be able to simply end her life with a simple stroke. Obviously being who she was suicidal thoughts entered her mind constantly but there was one thing keeping her alive…no two things: Wolf Pack and her family. Her family might have been many people not ever related nevertheless the title of family they had gained. William Greystoke and Precise were obvious option but then there were the unobvious, like Simon Williams, Sylver and even Ferro Vida. Her so called ‘family’ was not something she could over look or anyone for that matter. For she had blood relations…relations that she could not bring herself to call family, and yet she had strangers people who she had known only a short time and they already established that place in her heart…if she still had one.

The tight grip of a hand around her arm was felt as she was forced to her feet and pushed against the wall. She could not be bothered to look into the face of her handlers eyes, so they remained staring at the floor. Her blackened locks shrouded her face and gave her a “dead walking” kind of look.   Soon his hands slid around her jaw as her forced her jade orbs to look into his dirty mud eyes. “You will give the utmost respect to the man you will soon be meeting…do you understand.” She gave him a half dead stare as she spoke in a voice low and lifeless “Yes sir” there was distaste in her voice but he ignored it as he flung her toward a barred door. She fell instantly to her knees her neck bend staring at the ground.

Her ears detected to doors opening and she could feel the presence of someone standing over her. But instead of being ordered to look up she heard the footsteps of the guards that has escorted her leave and soon enough there was an awkward silence, at least on her part. But her eyes path was soon blocked by those feral yellow eyes she remember staring at her, at the beginning. A slight gasp escaped her as she stared in astonishment, for it was he. No words escaped his mouth as he outstretched his hand waiting for her to obviously to take it. Cautiously she let her hand leave the close proximity of her form as he pulled her to her feet leading her into his chambers.

As the doors shut behind her she let a sigh escape her lips. Soon enough she moved her hands to her shirt as she began to remove it. His eyes winded in shock as he held out his hand, instantly the words “Stop!” rang through her mind. Instantly her hands let go as she stared at him and noticed that his mouth when he uttered the words did not move. “Please I don’t want that” he finished his lips remaining sealed but his eyes doing everything his lips could have done. She stood there speechless a moment saying nothing. The silence re-emerged as he sat himself down in a char opposite to her as he just looked at her a moment. Eventually letting the moment pass she spoke “If you did not desire physical and sexual intercourse what were your reasons as to summoning me here? For am I not a mere tool that can be used to your advantage and your pleasure let alone the pleasure of that, of all males despite species?”

A smile slowly curled onto his face as he stroked back his hazel nut hair. “Well then your assumption is incorrect, for if you were correct in your hypothesis and you were that of a tool that any and all men could commence in intimacy with…would I not be doing so to you at this very moment..” silence  and his mouth continued motionless as the messages were given telepathically.“But since I am not that proves that your statement is flawed.” Slowly but surely a smile small nonetheless a smile formed on her face. His face formed that of a shocked expression as he thought to her “My goodness am I witnessing one of the most unheard of occurrences in the known galaxy!? The Smile of the deadly assassin and world renounced mercenary Talon?”

“Don’t expect to be seeing it again….” She said looking away trying to force her emotions out of her mind. Soon her mind caught onto something he said something that she doubted this race would have known.   “Wait…I am known as an assassin, the term mercenary I have not been plastered with in ages, how would young ain information such as that?” Her brow raised he soon got to his feet and approached her. As he did she found herself walking backward a few paces until her back hit against the wall. “I know a lot about you Laura Greystoke or do you go by Chabot?” By now he was right before her she could feel his breath on her face as she stared into his eyes. “Who are you” her voice was now just above a whisper as she waited for his reply “I am not your enemy”. With that he they remained like that for seconds and seconds turned into minutes until he whispered again “May I enquire something?” She did not hesitate a second as she replied “Yes”. He placed his hand against the wall beside her as he asked “Can I…”  “Shhh…yes you can” she said as she placed her hand on his shoulder leaning toward him as their lips touched a moment.

Yet a kiss did not occur for almost at the same time his pushed himself away from her. There was a hint of pain that lingered in his bright yellow eyes, pain she knew he could not bear. Slowly walking away his back turned he pointed to his bed and uttered mentally to her “You will remain here till I return…do not leave, for I cannot assure your safety beyond these bedroom walls Laura.” With that before she could ask anything say anything he was gone. She was left alone in the room and came to sit upon the bed that was most likely his. She lowered her eyes to the floor as she soon feel backward and laid upon the matters. Her emerald eyes slowly began to close as exhaustion soon overcame her, yet with sleep came an odd sensation of hope, and peace all at once.

Open your mind to me...  Close off your consciousness...  I need to talk to you...Laura, I'm here.  I need your help.  Please come find me. 

Her eyes instantly shot open but instead of seeing the ceiling her eyes opened to pure darkness. “Oh dang…I’ve lost it again..” she whispered as she found herself standing before a large metallic door. There was an uncomfortable silence that dwelt in this place wherever she was. She placed the palm of her hand on the door, it was like touching Ice. Her eyes slid across it as she looked around and the only thing she saw was darkness. Though there appeared to be a light seeping in through the cracks of the gate, a light on the other side of this door. Placing both palms on it she pushed with great force but found herself unable to.   Eventually out of frustration she called out “Gemini” instantly her hands grew that of a sapphire in colour.

" @Talon/X23: one... two.... Rina's coming for you..... ;) "

"Rapture im going to kick your ass XD. "

" @Talon/X23 said:

" @Feral Nova said:

" @Andferne: ugh! working on it! xD lol "

Work faster!! "

>_< HOW ABOUT YOU WORK FASTER AND POST FOR ME!? :D "

" @Andferne: ugh! working on it! xD lol "

@Gambler said:

" @dreadmaster said:

" @Gambler said:

"Tight posts. I'm curious, who is Rapture's mother... "

Starts with a "T" ends with a "alon" "

Thats what I thought when I read who her father was. "

Well yeppers! and Thanks! 

@dreadmaster said:

"@Gambler said:

"Tight posts. I'm curious, who is Rapture's mother... "

Starts with a "T" ends with a "alon" "

" @Talon/X23 said:

" @~The Wanderer~ said: Forgot t

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Talon

 

 

 

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YES!!!!I FOUND IT!!! ALL THAT SEARCHING THROUGH PAGES NAMES FINALLY PAID OFF!!!....now I can sleep... "

why didn't you just search Jenny Quantum? "

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Talon

 

 

 

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"Damn, man.... you DID, lol.  Nice post. "

" @Talon/X23: It's Snarf :P also did Nova get on your account O_O "

damn....I forgot the name...but I remember she was a team mate in wolf pack for a while and it was a japanies name...with a K

" @geraldthesloth said:

" @Precise: Vincent Valentine "

Looks awesome =)"

" @~The Wanderer~: Play crisis core! "

" @geraldthesloth said:

" @~The Wanderer~: What's wrong with Zack? "

Probably nothing, I just don't know him xD "

I love this move...it's so adorable...but yeah...wanted to show this song...couldn't find the actual recording...But this is what I';d picture Emiel Chabot singing in the future..

" @Talon/X23: ... Whatever it is is going to kill more people then Stalin, isn't it? :P
 
@Charmix: You're on! I already have a head start, anyway! xP "

 “Pain is constant but hate is more so”

Her body raced like a car as she dashed down the halls, yet her mind was moving faster. Anxiety and constant nervousness filled her heart as she wondered if she had done the right thing. The man who saved her she didn't know if he could be trusted, she didn't know anything about him and yet she had placed her life in his hands willingly. Not like when he saved her, for she had no choice but in this she did and now it was done. Her bare feet hit with great force against the ground yet each step was as if she was gliding. Her feet barely touched the surface before the other and so on she went. She followed her direction to the point because she knew that capture, her capture would be the next step. The Crassain race she had gathered were advanced along with smart meaning she needed to make this look....believable. 

Eventually she came to a halt as she reached an intersection once more. Yet obviously the young man had done his job for now she could smell groups of guards heading toward her from all directions. In seconds she would be surrounded, in moments she could possibly be killed and in the blink of an eye everything could change. Out of the shadows they appeared like rabid dogs searching wildly for prey. They were strong tall and no doubt angry but so was she. Brining her fists before her she clenched them tightly awaiting her enemies with open arms. Her eyes shot over to the first who she sped toward like a bullet using her feet and pushing them against his chest causing him to fall back.

But as she did that instant pain struck her like lightning once more. Her body instantly fell losing its momentum as her small body hit against the floor. All of hr force was directed onto her shoulder as she could hear the bone crack on contact. Her eyes shut for a moment as she attempted to get up attempted to move but found herself unable to. Her emerald orbs soon flashed onto the guard who attempted to grab her. Using her strength she rolled toward the wall using it to get her back to her feet. By now she was annoyed. Her hands slid off the hard surface as she aimed a punch toward the man’s jaw and as his body fell backward she leaped over him and dashed away.

As she was running the pain increased as she knew that her state of consciousness would fade like a candle in the dark. The next actions that she took caught herself off guard. She began to call, to shout, and the name that slid off her lips was: William. Her voice was filled with desperation as she needed to know if he was alive, if he had made it. For if he had not, then the plan was pointless. If The Hunter, her father was dead life was meaningless and she would not mind remaining on this planet for eternity. “Father!” she finally yelled out in desperation, as the pain increased and as she could hear the footsteps echo down the halls. Sweat poured down her face as she finally came to a dead end. Though out of total exhaustion she ran into he wall and fell to her knees.

On her knees tears began to slide down her cheeks as her emerald eyes poured out a river. She placed both palms of her hands on the wall before her as she muttered something under her breath, something that was undetectable. As she remained there she soon remembered something: She was a Lycan.   A Lycan who would not let herself so simply get captured but would fight, fight like no other until she was captured. She would not play around in herself pity and in her fear. She would stand and face her opponents head on no fear, no hesitancy no nothing. Getting to her feet she stood her back to the wall and her eyes to what fate she would soon meet. And the only words she could think about as they guards neared her location and as she prepared her body to felt pain and possibly die was “Sylver, help me…”

Hours later

Her wrists ached and pained. They felt as if they had been stretched and broken to a point where they were no longer joined to the rest of her body. She could feel the icy feel of metal that clasped against them. But this was no normal metal, no it could not have been. As her senses soon awoke like the sun rising in the clouds she realized what it was. The sting like acid against her flesh slowly corroding it as it remained in contact with her skin. She knew exactly what it was. “Silver” her mind whispered over and over again. Like lightning her eyes flashed open to see a familiar face before her. His closeness caught her off guard as she pushed the back of her head up and against the wall.

Her breathing was blow a whisper as she had no words to utter. The Pain remained yet she was no longer thinking about it. Pushing herself past whatever wall she had hit she finally spoke her voice harsh as stone “What do you want?” her voice though when she uttered it was not as a shout, was not a bark of anger it was soft, possibly quivering. She saw the young man smile slightly as she slowly moved his hand toward her. She cringed turning her face as she closed her jade eyes. Preparing for he worst she was taken back as she felt his hand against her cheek. A few seconds past until she opened her eyes only to notice he was gone. Sadly the man who replaced him was not so kind.

He was a tall muscular general no doubt. The emblems on his uniform showed that. He stood before her as her held her knife in hand. Her body she then realized felt like hell. As if the painful awakening from a beautiful dream into this nightmare had just occurred. Noticing that both her arms where littered with cut and bruises. She appeared like a glutton for punishment and that’s exactly what   the general Escipto called her. He contained constantly that devilish smirk as he stared at her in totally silence. She had seen that stare many times, and she knew what followed and it was only a matter of moments. “I am going to kill you” she said her emerald eyes staring daggers into his. He just chuckled when he heard those words as he took a step toward her his brow raised “Oh really now? How do you intended to do that, you know nothing of our physiology.”

Now the tables turned a dark almost sinister grin formed on her face as it altered immensely. “I’ve had very close constant with the men…and woman of your race; I know how your bodies work I know your weaknesses” He took her words as a bluff but they were indeed truth. Having intimacy with the males and having very similar moments with the females she had built up her knowledge about their bodies, their biology and physiology and no doubt it would aid her. She only regretted she had to learn and experience it firsthand. Like the fact if you arouse a male and female for a long enough time their tongues grow substantially. “I am going to kill you.”

She said once more, and by now he was slightly irritated by it. Clasping her dagger he sent into her shoulder, she let out a light howl of pain as she quickly gripped her tongue. The flesh that he had punctured soon started to burn and sizzle like it was being cooked over a grill. Pulling the knife away the general observed her wound as it slowly healed back exteriorly but interiorly the wound remained. “What a stupid thing to do…you carry your own weakness with you?” He was correct for that blade was formed from pure silver even the hilt. “Your mind is too closed to understand why I do anything. Your race is primitive and barbaric, your men are polluted and their minds are sewers, I swear by the Greystoke Legacy that I will be the one to kill you, and as many as your people as I can”.

He let out a roar of anger as he plunged the dagger into her stomach. A small gasp managed to escape her lips as her eyes where wide opened yet slowly closed. He twisted the knife obviously wanting her to feel as much pain without death. But even as this continued her voice still spoke “Why are you postponing my life? You to cowardly to kill me?” “I’ll show you kill” he said as he prepared to strike again this time in her chest. As he was about to door parted and the same man stood in the entry as he shouted “Don’t kill her, return her to her cell, now!” with that his disappeared as quickly.  

Mumbling a few words under his breath he kept the chains attached to her wrist as he pulled her toward her cell. Her head the whole time remained bent as her black locks of hair slid over her face like a pit of vipers. By the time she lifted her head she found herself not at the prison area. Indeed it appeared like one of the storage rooms. Her emerald eyes stared at the general as she gave him is glare followed by these words “I see, so you are both close minded and ignorant…with a strong lack of direction”. She had reverted to taunting the enemy with words at least until she got her strength back. Her eyes soon feel upon two other men that entered they are all containing the same devilish look. “No…not again…” she managed to whisper because she knew there was no point fighting. “I’d rather remained chained to the wall and stabbed with silver” she said before they commenced.

3 hours latter

Her body was lead slowly like that of a sheep to the slaughter. Once again her body was reeling from the effects of what occurred. She was exhausted for unlike the previous times, there was more than one individual involved. At time she would stagger but at least she knew she would have the comfort of her cell, for there she could ensure that she would have a few moments of peace mentally and physically. He clothes and previous had gotten torn in the struggle and so she was not clad in some rags that the men had managed to find, or else they most likely would have let her leave naked. As they neared the cell gates her eyes as she looked could not help but fall on the faces of those that were so full with despair filled with pain.

As she wondered unable to form any heads or tails from her cell for whenever she was in it her stability was pretty much how it was now. Absent minded, bewildered unable to regain her bearings. If anyone wanted another weakness she could surely say that intimacy was one of them.   But soon as she became more aware of the things around her she realized that she was not alone. For the scents of both Hawk and another whom she knew to be her newer team mate Portrait was present. But those people faded in her mind as one scent became the strongest out of all of them. It was that of her fathers, that of William Greystoke’s. Her body filled with hope for at least the reassurance that he did make it that he did survive was now present.

Her heart began to beat rapidly like storm brewing in the mountains as her eyes soon fell upon his figure. Her body froze as her heart skipped a beat and she remained like that until the guard pulled her with the chains that were attached to her wrists. She fell to her knees before the cell door as she clasped her hands around the bars. Her eyes stared into that of her feral fathers as she could see he was presently alights but that was not good enough. Seeing him in this state, so weak seemingly capture was beyond painful. She began to feel the toll of pain in her body as she hand to clasp tighter to remain kneeling. “William” she whispered her breathing picking up once more yet her tone remaining as desperate.

“Ah so you know the mutt, well then have fun with him.” Her eyes at the speed of thunder shot up to he man who dared call her father by such a meaningless name. Slowly staggering to her feet she turned to face him as she spoke in a deep tone, as a deeper growl slowly erupted from her throat. “Don’t call him that” the guard looked at her puzzled but his hand soon came in contact with that of her cheek. Her face turned abruptly as the next thing she heard was   his words rattling as he spoke them “Say that again!?”. Swallowing she turned her face her cheek bright red but ignoring the pain as she uttered “ I said, you have no right to call that man by the name of Mutt, you will call him The Hunter, and nothing more”. Again a slap stroked her this time with greater force causing her fall to the ground.

She remained like that as he used his foot to kick against her rib cage. She let out a small moan as her breathing picked up speed. Her eyes slowly lifted to look up at him once more, they were dark and demented filled with hate, anger and pure rage. “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, you hear slut!” shaking her head as her locks hit against her face “No, you hear me. Address that man as you previously did and you will regret it”. He let out a small grunt as he kicked her again this time in the stomach and this time he body was pushed against the cell bars. She could not stop herself from letting out a cry of pain. Tears followed after that as the pain was beginning to add up and she felt like she would die.

Her face then turned to stare back into the cell of her father. Clasping the bars she looked at him with her tear stained jade eyes. “I’m sorry” was all she managed to say before he send another kick into her opposite rib. Now lying on her back she shut her eyes preparing herself for anything else he would throw at her. But as he was going to attack once more another voice shouted “Stop!” Her eyes darted and not to her surprise it was him again. “Bring her to my quarters…” was all he said before walking away once more. Forcing herself to her feet to avoid being dragged across the floor she stood there. “Now you little brat you’re lucky he favours you or else I’d have my little fun and then I’d kill you”. She ignored his words as she continued staring at her father. Then he briskly started walking pulling her behind him. She was hesitant to go for she wished to remain in the cell with her father.

Yet as she walked away her head glanced behind her, at her father who she was walking away from. And as she saw the distance grow as the pain increased she whispered “I love you daddy”. Before her figure disappeared on the turn.

"@Talon/X23 said:

"@Kiara_Sullivan said:

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Kiara stepped from behind the wall leading into the room. She took a look around and hearing Talon's words frowned deeply. I was not always a hero, Laura. I was not always the good woman so many see me to be. You have to want to change in order for change to take hold. "

(Okay...lets go back in time xD)  
 
She briskly turned as her whole body tensed up. She could deal with a sister but a mother? A step mother if anything this would have provoked the girl more to anger nevertheless she held her tongue and listened politly as she finished. her words were true for she remembered a time where Kiara herself was evil beyond anything, and to see her now as a Hero was astonishing. You don't know how much I desire to change Mrs, but I can't no matter how much I want to. "

You can change Laura. Remember when I healed you? There was a piece of me left with you. A piece of goodness that is crying out to be heard. Listen carefully. Can you hear it? "