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Ember Wolfe

"The fire rages insides, a fire I cannot control."

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a character in “Savage Evolution”, as played by BlueWind_22

Description




Ember Wolfe

"There is a raging fire inside, and I don't think I can control it."







Image
Here is my shell


Nicknames/status/
Ember Wolfe has never been nicknamed, and most nicknames don't appear to really describe or tag her.

Neko or Sapien
Neko

Sexuality and relationship status
Straight and Single

Age
25

Gender
Female




Long live the human heart!



Personality
In Bitter Evolution, Ember didn't have an inkling of what emotions were and had never felt any type of emotion since she was a child. Now thought... She's gotten worse. There practically is no more life in her face. She's always calm, always stoic and... dead. The only thing she appears to feel is pain and the sudden tension in the air when people talk about her face. Ember hasn't totally lost the feel of her emotions, the hope of her feeling them again is just... slim and very unlikely. Her sense of right and wrong had always been weak, but now its just gone. She won't pause to kill a two year old child - Neko or Sapien. She'll kill you if you get in her way now.

Gifts and skills
If you call death a skill, than Ember might just be gifted/talented. That's practically all she knows.

Fears and weakness's
Ember doesn't have many know fears, but she is afraid of the water, and can't socialize like a normal person would. She also fears/dislikes contact with other beings. Like skin to skin touch. She also has nightmares of someone finding her in her sleep and strangling her. This happens especially when she's not in battle. Her fear of dying in her sleep makes her an insomniac. She also has several weaknesses. Someone mentioning her brother would cause an emotional reaction, one that could bring back horrible memories of being in the medical center for two weeks and the pain of how her brother tortured her. She also doesn't like people mentioning babies or children for unknown reasons.

Weapons and Armour.
Ember's claymore sword; Ivory: http://www.heavenlyswords.com/images/T/M-751.jpg
Her twin ten inch daggers; Katsa and Mrala: http://regmedia.co.uk/2011/03/03/fictional_blades_3.jpg

Compound bow; Midnight: http://assets.academy.com/mgen/87/10201987.jpg?is=500,500
Ember lost her spartan amour and now goes like a normal bandit/soldier; In blackish-greenish metal plates arranged in the same areas as Gabriel's.


Back tracing my steps...



History
Ember was raised in a military academy, rarely ever seeing her parents. She also has a twin brother. Both learned at an early age that Emotions were discouraged. So, they adapted but they still didn't lose their emotional view of things. When she was 14 years of age, they were being sent out as assassins and already taking part in some pretty gruesome battles. When she was 16, her brother was sent out on a private field, and she never saw him until two years later. He'd been taken as a prisoner and was tortured for a year and a half. He only came because he'd gone crazy. He killed their parents, and almost killed her. Yet, for some reason, he let her get away with some brutal wounds that left her in the medical center for two weeks. Now before his disappearance, Ember was actually very... human-like. She showed some emotions but in very small degrees.

Anyways, Ember has been caught and imprisoned several time by rival clans. One of her recent battles had led to abandonment by her own people and teaming up with Gabriel, her enemy. Traveling with Gabriel has been very tough due to the great number of questions he asks her, and the dumb jokes. She really does not like Gabriel. That is until they've come upon Ace's little cabin. Throughout the conversations about emotional attachments that confuse her she has actually felt something... She doesn't know what it is, nor does she want to find out.



Other
*Silence.*

So begins...

Ember Wolfe's Story

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Gabriel

Gabriel watched his quarry stalk through the long grass. Her brown sun-streaked mane blending in with autumn theme. Her motions, graceful yet stiff with a dullness that suggested Death. The black armor hugging her feminine features. The woman below was as graceful and dangerous as a tiger.... or a panther, he thought. Somehow, that comparison made the connection. He made no noise as he effortlessly dropped from the boughs of an oak tree, tackling the lady to the ground. He felt a fist dig itself into his stomach and the air whooshed out of his lungs. He coughed and blinked open his albino red eyes, to see her green ones staring into his. "Have you decided to turn on me?" The voice, offered no sympathy, humor or even an accent. Just dead words. "Geez Ember, don't you understand the words Mock fighting, or even Play fighting?" He spoke each words slowly and with obvious hidden meaning.

Ember replied with a shake of her head.

Gabriel grunted, he had expected the answer, but he just hadn't believed that anyone could not ever fight without the intent to kill. He got to his feet, muttering about his female companion and cursing, remembering the other times he's tried to have an actual friendly conversation with Ember. The last so-called conversation had actually been filled with exactly four words. Something about how he thought the tea was delicious when it had been bland and her reply was just silence and stillness. Until he "accidentally" spilled his cup of tea and she had once again... done nothing. The girl was practically a moving corpse.

Back to the point, Gabriel thought to himself, trying to get his mind back on course. They needed food for tonight's talk-less dinner. "We ran out of army rations last night, and I think we should split up. I know I'll bring back a big buck or something, but I don't know about you..." He felt confidant he could hunt deer, when really he didn't know a thing about hunting. All his life, he's just eaten army rations or Bushman's Rice. Which was actually larvae of a bug's name he's forgotten about. He then pulled his staff from the area it was hidden in, and spoke some words to it. It suddenly made a whistling noise and it was suddenly a two sided spear. Gabriel looked Ember over and motioned to her bow. "Maybe you could get a doe, or a rabbit, but anything edible should do." He watched Ember and shrugged his shoulder when he got no reply spoke to himself, "And the game begins." He turned and began walking off.



Ember Wolfe

Ember watched Gabriel walk away, his white hair a stark contrast to the dead forest. She held up her black bow and strung an arrow before walking off in the opposite direction. Her mind set on the deer tracks she found earlier that morning... And the tracks had been fresh then, so that same herd should be around.

Several minutes later, she was able to find the same trail, but with a new edition. There were human tracks following them. From the size and imprint, it weighed less than Ember did, and it was probably female. She followed both trails to a small lake. She ignored the beautiful scenery before her, and focused only on her targets. Both tracks led to the water, and both were in sight. The deer were actually white tails, a rarity nowadays, and the tracks were a young female Neko. Somehow, both were able to stay in the same place without disturbing one another. Odd. Ember got into position, aiming for a buck that would best be called a six pointer, currently taking in some much needed water. She held the pose for a few seconds, and then let the arrow fly, hearing a startled yelp and a struggle.

Ember watched the blonde haired girl shriek while staring at the buck get to it's feet and stagger toward the forest, blood seeping down its side. The buck only made it to the tree line. Ember stood and stalked into view with her bow drawn, aiming for the girl's chest. The girl took one look at Ember before being naive and bolting for the forest. Ember had to admit the girl was fast, but not as fast as an arrow, or a bullet. She licked her lips before letting the arrow loose and watching it go through some of the girl's clothing and holding her to the tree.



Marishka Amur

Marishka shrieked profanity at the strange lady, and tried to yank from her sudden acre. Too bad her jacket was leather. And she wasn't strong enough to rip the arrow out from the trunk of the tree or even tear away. When the lady came within talking distance, she stopped and spoke. "State your name." The voice was dead, and the fact that it sounded so scared Marishka. She didn't want to be taken into a military system to become someone like this woman, dead and dull. She didn't want to go home either. "It's Marishka and please don't hurt me." She was afraid, and if the lady didn't have the bow, Marishka would have been cursing/mocking her and not complying with her orders. The lady's face didn't change, nor did it express anything. It was just a cold mask.

Marishka tried another one last attempt at ripping free, but of course, got no where. "Ya know, you're a great shooter, I'm lucky you weren't one. I might have been skewered with this arrow." She began towing with its feathers and trying not to meet the lady's dead features. "Don't you think it was a little overkill? Killing the buck and then almost killing a girl. Maybe its not to you, but it is to me, and wouldn't it be mighty if you suddenly decided I wasn't an enemy?" Marishka began to ramble, and the lady noticed by stating the obvious. "You're babbling."

Suddenly Marishka's rebelliousness shot up, "Yeah something that happens when people are nervous? Don't you ramble when you get nervous or when someone almost killed you?!" She looked up to glare at the lady and was shocked to see some brown eyes looking at her differently. Like they were confused. "I don't know. I've always killed my enemy before they could almost kill me." Marishka stared and began opening her mouth and closing it like a fish, numerous times before shutting it and looking away. Waiting for the lady to release her or kill her.

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Kaijay Wrife

Rousing himself, Kaijay's body seemed to creak as he moved, muscles shifting under skin, akin to the groaning of floorboard chafing against one another. Kaijay stretched, extending his arms outward, the tension gathered at his core. All his stiff joints came loose at a single expelled huff of his breath, outreached arms once again returning to rest at his sides. He came to pass his tongue over his lips, salvia glossing over the ridges in the skin.

He could feel his hunger returning. An empty stomach was like a virus, the infection circulates throughout you, eating away at you, making your body frail as you're striped of fats, then muscle, and when you're all gobbled up by the the empty stomach, you die. None of this did Kaijay feel fretful about, but his body sniveled in pleas of a growling stomach and Kaijay merely adhered to his body.
Kaijay moved like fluid, even a figure of more agile than he contrasted to his accustomed movement through the throngs of nature. Plodded with leaves, his steps were equally soft to a trickle of water.

Before even catching vision of anything, Kaijay felt uncomfortable, the kind of anxiousness when the bloodlust of your predator is upwind, but he did not feel alerted to a distinct presence. Someone must have been through this area, not just a single person but a few. It wasn’t uncommon for a solitary person to wander the shouldering outskirts of the forest, but a group passing through embroidery green was new. Kaijay crouched down, the long grass greeted his arrival, the rubbery tips brushing his skin, leaving a in their wake a trail of ticklish sensations.

Kaijay kept motionless for a brief interval, senses temporarily amplified by concentration. "Phantom ears perking", he detected a soft vibration of sound, a powerful force, from a distance away. Fear apprised him of the potential threat, but another concept so predominate in humans was curiosity, and Kaijay's intrest was fanned. He took a few lengthy stalks forward, after all, Kaijay did what he felt, not what he thought. His curiosity would simply be quenched as he watched the two Necos that had been slinking through the forest. He did not know what they were doing nor why there were here, but those were things Kaijay never bothered to question.

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Ember Wolfe & Marishka Amur


Ember ignored the girl for a moment, silent thinking to herself about the possibilities. She could kill the girl and not tell Gabriel about it. A deceivers way. The idea didn't mean anything to her, but she never tried to associate herself with being a liar until now. The idea was oddly... just not her type of hiding someone's death. It would be better just to take her prisoner and have Gabriel decide her death. Better plan. Ember commented to her self as she stared at the girl and took out a black rubber chain.

Upon seeing the rubber chain, Marishka knew she was going to become the dead lady's prisoner. Something that was a lot worse than death. She could be tortured or become some idiotic guy's harem girl. Marishka felt insulted at the thought, but she kept her mouth shut and watched as the stranger wrapped her hands in the rubber metal. She tested it a bit and felt it give. She thinks this will keep me occupied?! Hah!, its a good thing I brought my kn- Her thought was cut off as she watched the chain melt and wrap her hands, mummy style to her stomach. Much more difficult to escape.

Ember watched her prisoner glare at her bonds before walking toward the dead buck. "You can run away, but no one else can get the bonds off you. You can wander the woods for days and most likely die from starvation or malnutrition. If anyone else touches it, it'll just tighten its grip on you until your blood circulation is cut off. You can burn it off but that type of temperature would also kill you. I suggest you follow me and just do as your told." Her monotonous words were somewhat sharper than usual, and this - from the look on Marishka's face - scared her. She yanked her dead buck up, only to put it back down again. She stared at it before leaving it for the animals. It wasn't exactly a waste of food, but it could have provide her and her companion with food for a month or two.

Marishka glared after Ember, and started trudging after her. There was no point in running away. She made that perfectly clear, and all the was left, was to follow.

When Ember had finally tracked down her companion's tracks, she found him sitting in the company of an armed man. Apparently someone's hostage for the moment. She gritted her teeth and irritatedly shoved her brown hair away from her face. "Stay here." She commanded Marishka before jumping into a tree, and jumping from tree to tree silently making her way to a tree branch right above the blondie. Ember was going to do exactly what Gabriel had done to her, but this time, she's be successful. She positioned herself correctly and dropped from the branch, and if she was correct, she'd tackle the - hopefully light weighted - man to the ground. Her armor gave her several extra pounds and she already weighed a lot, just muscles and bones. She didn't have any weapons in her hands because she didn't want to accidentally fall on her own knife.

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((I really don't want to kill one of my characters unless I really, desperately/want to))

Ember looked to her left/right (wherever Kaijay is at) and stiffened. She loosened her muscles and stared at the stranger, before speaking. "Are your intentions to harm or to befriend?"

Marishka snorted at Ember's words and continued to stand still.

Gabriel walked over to the strange girl and asked, "What exactly happened?"

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Ace Tyrant


"I'm not here to give trouble man!"
"I just wanted help mister. I don't know this guy at all. So, can you help me? I'm starting to feel light headed."


Of course Ace was still panicking; too many people at once and no Jennifer to drag him out of the situation. He was stuck and surrounded, but he saw that the girl was telling to truth and so naturally, being the little puss-puss he was decided helping her would not be such a awful thing. However, for the moment he felt uncomfortable and so just simply stated. "Only if you step back..."

Thud.

Ace cried out as he felt a pair of feet push on his chest and send him slamming to the ground. The landing was rather painful, but atleast he did not land on Sophia arrows which could have been quite nasty. The first thing the blonde male presumed was that the white haired males trap had worked, and this attacker had been sitting in the treetops waiting for the perfect time to leap. He began to kick and cry out, looking rather pitiful pinned under this woman.

Wait.

He stopped. Blondie suddenly aloud himself to be over powered and glared up at the woman, directly into her eyes, and then he began to smile. He did not care if she was to murder him on the spot, her face, though dangerous, brought back many memories. "Hello again! I don't recall your name, but do you remember me? I saved your ass once!" Ace chirped excitedly in a child like way, forgetting all about the messy situation at hand. "A few years ago, I was with a black haired lady...Anyway lets have this conversation later! Mind getting off me so I can save yet another ass? " He stated before nodding over to the wounded young girl.

"If the white haired guy is either of your twos partners he is...welcome...too. I myself do not know him..."

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Ember & Gabriel & Marishka

Ember was straddling Ace. She was glaring down at him with one of her black daggers pressed to his throat, the other in her fist, pulled back like a punch when he spoke. She stared down at him, her dead eyes almost becoming burning orbs of flame when they sputtered and died. She was confused by what he talking about when recognition came to her. Ace Tyrant. Faith. Jennifer, and Darius. The murderous look on her face faded, so she looked over at the girl he was talking about then she looked to Gabriel.

Gabriel was okay with two people, but was surprised when Ember appeared, using his earlier moves by tackling Ace to the ground. He watched them before shaking his head, disappointed that no one would be getting slaughtered. "Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony." He let out a dramatic sigh, and knelt beside Owsla. "The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."

Marishka watched all this happen, and felt glad that Gabriel was tending to another injured girl. That basically meant he had compassion... or one of those emotional words. Marishka didn't remember much of what her mother taught her. Planting edible herbs probably wouldn't help her here.

Ember removed herself from Ace and waked over to Gabriel, handing him the pack when she got close enough.

Gabriel took the pack from Ember and began to dig through it. "My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there." He motioned to Ace with a nod. "So, tell us, what is your name?"

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Owsla

Owsla wasn't used to neco compassion, or rather any kind of compassion in the first place. She gave a weary look and shivered slightly. "I'm...owsla." She said, looking away from the male and giving ember a weary look. She didn't get a good feeling from the woman, something in her gut telling her that she would be a threat in due time. She pressed her lips together in thought, thinking of ways to keep traps on her person so that if the occasion should arise, she could escape cleanly, but leave the woman crippled.

She took the fabric off the wound, revealing a jagged wound in her forearm. It had stopped bleeding, but it stung. she flicked the fabric back onto the wound. "I didn't think anyone really roamed in groups anymore...well other than bandits anyway. I heard the war had caused it to stop." Owsla looked around at the others. Ace looked as harmless as a neco could be. Then again, she didn't know a neco could look that non-threatening really. And gabriel was someone she would have to watch as well. Something didn't sit well with her about him.

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(I don't mind if Mika stumbles upon the Cabin looking for help, I know she needs to jump into the story somehow :3)

Ace Tyrant


The blade pressed hard against Ace's throat weirdly did not threaten him even knowing she was a being who would not hesitate to murder him upon the spot. He did not even so much as notice the fist raised above his head as his pupils were locked perfectly with hers. She owed him, rather like he had owed Jennifer in the past for saving his own life. Her eyes suddenly lit up displaying some emotion that the blonde did not recignise, but Ember was not exactly the easiest woman to read so he did not linger upon it for long. Either way she released the runt and he stumbled clumsily to his feet.

"Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony."

Ace shot the white haired male a somewhat sarcastic glare. He was unsure if he wanted to send one of Sophia's arrows into his neck or laugh and befriend him, it was the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. He was rather odd.

His eyes wandered to the quiet blonde girl who's wrists were bound clearly at Embers doing. Ace caught the brunettes attention before clicking his fingers in the direction of the blonde girl. "Please release her, unless she has done something wrong. Dragging someone around with you who is your so called prisoner does not exactly make me feel comfortable." Aces voice was soft, but firm, something he could never pull off in his younger years. "What is your name kid?"

"The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."
"My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there."
"So, tell us, what is your name?"


"You are a annoying little shit Gabriel...You know that? It is nice to meet you Owlsa, My name is Ace Tyrant, not 'man-boy!'" He hissed, but the child faced man's lips curled at the edges forming a soft cat like smile as he scooped up his bow and waved his fingers signalizing them to follow him into his Cabin. "I have plenty of supplies that could help out with the wounds and I honestly don't mind sharing as long as I am re payed with company,"

Inside the Cabin was warm with plenty of sofas covered in thick throw blankets, a small old fashioned looking dining table along side a miniature kitchen, and at the back stood a large desk shrouded in designs for new weapons and equipment. It felt exactly like Ace, and was a very nice place of safety considering how much everyone else had. He began to rummage in the cabinet above the toilet for medical supplies.

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Owsla

Owsla felt uneasy...Something didn't feel right about a neco giving someone they didn't know hospitality. Even though her arm had stopped bleeding, she was used to a neco attacking her on sight or asking for something material in return. Not uncommon in the wastes at this point, something really to expect.

She tapped her foot in nervousness, eyes dating to everyone as she wandered inside ace's cabin. She looked around like a pet exploring a new home. Seeing as she was mostly used to sleeping in military bases and in the outdoors in a massive turtle shell, the wasn't much used to luxury items such as a couch or a dining table.

"There's no...clan nearby?" she asked quietly as she started poking at the couch a bit, slightly unsure if it would attack her or not.

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Ace Tyrant


Ace squirmed as he watched the black liquid that once bound the girls wrists crawl back up towards Ember. He found it completely terrifying and disgusting, wrinkling his nose in horror. However the blonde made no comment and plucked some bandages, healing ointment, energy pills and other very useful items from the cupboard before throwing them at Gabriel.

The white haired male began to speak but was quickly silenced by the horrific gunk that Ember slapped across his mouth. Ace had no idea why exactly she had done such a thing, but it sure was funny. He let out a rather 'anime boy' sounding laugh which continued until his rib cage stung with pain.

"There's no...clan nearby?"


"Clan or no clan, there is always someone wanting to kill you. I am guessing you have realized that though..." He said with a soft tone, pointing to her bloody arm. "Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." He told Owlsa, a thin grin growing on his lips. "You look like the mischievous type..."

Ace turned to his window, his pupils suddenly catching a hold of a figure in the bushes. He wondered if someone had followed after one of his 'friends', waiting in the shrubbery for a attack. He swallowed hard before scooping up Sophia and turning to the group. It was better safe than sorry after all. "I am just going to check something...I will be right back, follow me if you must but make sure she gets cleaned up."

The runt ran out into the near by woodland, eyes watching the low and rather uneven movements of the stranger a fair distance away. "I am armed!" The blonde simply called out, though his bow was not raised quite yet. He did not wish to start a fight.

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Gabriel & Marishka & Ember


"Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." Gabriel rolled his eyes and picked up the healing ointment, and then stared at the energy pills for a second. He was silent with the whole black gunk on his face but he was thinking of all the insults he'd throw the Man-boy once his mouth was free. Gently probed her arm, making sure the bone was not broken or harmed in any way. Gabriel smoothed the ointment over and in her wound, not exactly knowing how the ointment stuff worked. Once that was over he, he placed a bandage around her entire arm, making sure it wouldn't fall off.

Marishka stayed silent. The entire exchange was very hard for her to really comprehend. She never met anyone from the whole "Clan" world. Except for the tall, dark and very pale stranger her father met once. That event had only happened when she was about three days old, so she really didn't remember that.

Marishka shook her head to herself, and began to hum a tune to calm her nerves.

Ember followed Ace outside. She watched the black figure, went back inside gave Gabriel her compound bow and took his twin swords. When she was back outside, she was standing beside him, twirling the swords slowly, as if awaiting someone's death.

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((I'm guessing your ooc part of the last post with the Reprobate, Luna, was directed at me? Very well.))
Mika Lilith Cheyenne



It had been around ten minutes from the fall, until she spotted it. Ten minutes of limping in stinging pain, dripping blood from knee and hand, as the cool air stung every cut and cooled every bruise on her beaten body.
Then she found the cabin.
She didn't want to approach it as she wasn't too sure about human interaction at the moment. Plus she didn't want to be offered their help. But curiosity got the better of her, after all no one just ignores a cabin whilst in a forest.
She limped to the cabin, which was still pretty far away, but held herself as high as she could.
"I am armed!"
She jumped at the voice, then realised there was two figures standing a ways away from her. The jump had actually frozen her with shock momentarily and she fell rather ungracefully to the ground. As a result, she let out a small yelp.
Great. Now they'd know she was here. Or maybe they had already seen her and were yelling at her. Either way, she would definitely be detected now. It made it all the more worse that she was weak and injured. Armed, yes, but that mattered not. She kept her pivot blade, attached to her metal gauntlet on her right hand, ready just in case.

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Ace Tyrant


"You know Ember, there is no need to twirl your swords like that. Its a little bit...intimating. Not that I personally am complaining..." The blonde stated in a silky, suggestive voice, before catching her glare and lowering his face. "Sorry...I guess that was not really needed," He muttered, lips not managing to hold from curling into a grin.

The figure tumbled to the ground as he called out, clearly wounded and not fit to fight. Ace headed towards the stranger, Sophia held tightly in his grasp. He came across a young woman, laid upon the ground, clearly not wanting the attention they were giving her. "We won't harm you unless you as for it...Will we Ember?" He stated heading closer, though at the same time still remaining his distance. "State your physical state, who you are with, and why you are here...Of course your name if you are wanting to get all friendly." He could not keep a stern tone of voice, Ace was just too happy with the company in his Cabin and currently by his side. Though he would not call them friends, they were the closest thing to it.

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Ember Wolfe

"You know Ember, there is no need to twirl your swords like that. Its a little bit...intimating. Not that I personally am complaining..." Ember stopped twirling her blades. "Sorry...I guess that was not really needed," She watched the black figure and as Ace got closer, she moved closer, placing herself between Ace and the stranger. From past and present observations, she knew that Ace had little combat experience. It would therefore be easier and safer for her to be the one to engage their... guest in close quarters combat. Funny how she instantly thought of Ace as... Not a friend, Ember didn't need friends, but an ally and that his cabin was... Not a home, but a headquarters if need be.

The mere thought of fighting and killing someone else made the dullness in her face fade. Her usually dull eyes sparkling like gleaming emeralds. Her long brown hair suddenly glossy and silky looking. The deadness in her body was gone. She looked like an avenging warrior goddess. There was a raging fire in her jewel-like eyes, and it was being stoked by the weakness in the stranger. Just like a cat responding to a darting mouse.

Ember was very... Alive at the moment.

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Ace Tyrant


As Ember stepped forward, Ace swallowed hard causing his adams apple to bob uneasily in his throat. She looked like a completely different being; her stance was tall, confident and powerful. The Panther had awoken inside her bored body and began to rise again. The brunette looked stunning he had to admit, but to dangerous for her own good. The blonde slowly crept towards her, like dancing along the surface of a minefield.

At first Ace thought that she was simply hungry for bloodshed, but after a short while of wondering a idea shot into her mind. Was Ember protecting him? The thought was just too familiar. It seemed like something that....Jennifer would have done. "Please..." Ace found himself unable to speak to his ally in a stern voice; he was no leader. "Don't do anything irrational,"

"I'm fine. I'm alone. And I'm on the run."
"My name is Cheyenne."


Blondie managed a light smile and stepped forward, though maybe he was a little too quick to judge someone, he was pretty sure she was not lying. "Hear that Ember? Alone." He tried to sweet talk Ember away. "My name is Ace, this is Ember. Are you sure you are alright?" He asked, sounding very much like his younger softboy self. It seemed that things never change.

"And I don't mean any harm to anyone."
"Do you know how far we are from the city?"


"We are not here to harm you either..." Ace hoped that was the case anyway, but he was accompanied with a unpredictable brunette. The blonde tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, seemingly in deep thought. "You are neither far or close I guess. Just keep walking west...Could be a while upon foot though."

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Ace Tyrant


"City? What's City?"
"I apologize, my companion and I have to leave, immediately."

Ace tilted his head in a childlike manner, blue eyes narrowed with confusion. “Why? What’s so important about the city?” He asked, watching Embers expression light up with realization, opportunity, or fear; he was unable to comprehend what exactly had caught her attention though. “Why are you even here if you don’t have a clue where you are…Hey! Listen to me!” The brunette began to head back to the cabin in a hurry, and with a wave of hand ordering the stranger to remain where she was, he followed after her. “I’ll come back, just…wait. I’ll help you.”

The blonde’s steps were clumsy as he ran, but it kind of matched his appearance and personality. It was almost as though Ace had been plucked from a book, what with his perfect blonde-hair-blue-eyed-boy looks and naïve heart. He reached the house and found both her and her white haired companion Gabriel had already left. As cruel as it sounded, he felt abandoned. The assholes had left without a single explanation. Exactly like Jennifer.

He turned to Owlsa with a sigh, stroking the blonde strands from his eyes. “I’m guessing they did not say anything before they went.” He paused, pressing a finger to his lips and deciding what to do next. “How about we rest here for a while and then follow after them to the city? a steady walk of course. Though it is up to you of course.” Ace waved a hand for her to follow him back out in to the forest before reuniting with Cheyenne.

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Owsla

The feral girl tilted her head to the side at Gabrial's sudden departue. She snarled a bit, unhappy that her curiousity about the woman wasn't sated and started to wander the cabin a bit. Soft and coushy items were forigen to her. A couch, a kitchen anything that made a home wasn't something he was used to almost to the point of being completely alien. She poked around a bit, but soon became bored and frestrated from her lack of knowlege of everything.

She sat back on the floor, snapping her head to attention at the sudden noise of ace coming in. She still had her knife in on her, sheathed on her back. However, this male hadn't turned out to be a threat.

Yet.

She tilted her head to the side at his question. "Something about something happening in the city but I don't know." She said, turning around to face the wall. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths, the feeling on uneasiness settling in her gut. Something was off. She didn't know if it was one of the others or something else. but something felt...off. "A city means bandits. But also supplies i guess. I don't wann-"

The noise of the door opening suddenly caused her to jump and screech in a mix of fear and rage. Her large knife quickly unsheathed and blade at the intruder. Her eyes wide and wild with fear. She had a stance that looked odd for a neco, down on all fours as if restraned by something but able to move all the same. A stance that was familiar to some.

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(I have messaged Shade, if she/he does not reply soon we will have to move on. Though I hope that does not happen :c Lol I keep getting confused where people are. I guess it is kind of my fault. Everyone expect Owlsa is outside, and Owlsa is inside watching. I fucked up lol. Just respond to anything.)
Ace Tyrant


"Who did you find, Brother?"

Marishka spoke, catching his attention and so he turned to her with his usual soft and bubbly grin. "Oh Hello...Sister?" The youth blinked, deciding not to questions her odd nickname for him. In fact he found it kind of sweet. "This is Cheyenne. Hey! Stop!" He shouted sternly, before reaching out and swiftly grabbing her knife hand. Ace then realized she was joking and released her slowly, eyes sarcastically wide with a glare that said 'What the hell do I do with you?'

SLAM.

Ace turned towards to noise to find a white blurr entering his cabin. Of course he registered the being to be Gabriel but with the mood he seemed to be in and the young girl still inside, it made the blonde dash towards the house. "Hey! HEYY!!!..." Owlsa reacted badly twirled into a defensive position, a stance that Ace knew off. His mind automatically clicked to the odd feral creature thing that he and Jennifer had "befriended" once, though the man mainly just creeped him out. Ace decided it would not be best to speak up about this and so let the thought settle in his mind.

The male then pounced towards him, face furious and hot with anger. Ace flinched as Gabriel drew his spear, letting out a quiet moan of fear as it stopped just before his neck. However, after that he managed to swallow his panic and replace it with disgrace. The blonde grabbed the weapon by the part just before the blade and held it steady so he could not force it forward to slit his neck. "What the hell?..." He spat. The fact that Gabriel had just turned on him like this for no reason was not courageous, just rude.

"What are you doing, Gabriel?"

Ace kept his head forward, but his pupils turned to Ember, softening as he met her expression. She clearly knew as much of what was going on as he did. "Seems your friend here does not like me! Any idea why? Cause I don't."

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Owsla

The urge to run was hot with owsla, to be quick and potentially trap them in the cabin running through her mind. She watched at Ace fought of the intruder, but started to to sneak around behind them. She watched the cold woman closely, moving into a small hiding spot where she could jump out and on her if need be.

This was her reality. Neco rage and hostility, tension anywhere and anywhere. Even to the point where she could crave the air with her knife. She started to mutter to herself, her hand shaking with a cocktail of rage, fear and uncerenty. "Om tare tuttare ture savah...om tare tuttare ture savah...." repeating the phrase under her breath as she shifted a bit to see.

Something about this woman...still rubbed her the wrong way.

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Ace watched as Ember returned Gabriels weapon that Marishka had got her hands on, whether it being accidental or not the blonde did not exactly know. His eyes then wandered back to the white haired male ahead of him who's weapon was still raised until the brunette came along and pushed it from his throat. The male roared with anger, his blue iris's lighting up with a kind of emotion that Ace normally would not display to anyone. It just simply was not in his nature. However this asshole had pissed him off.

"A Warrior's most prized weapon is as important as any limb. Stealing one would usually get you tortured."

"Why the hell did you make assumptions at me!" The blonde spat violently, gritting his teeth tightly. "Do you have a problem with me Gabriel? I have no idea why because I have done nothing to you!..." He then turned to Marishka, seeing her expression to maybe display a little fearful, he became defensive. "Don't turn this round on her either. She clearly did not mean it. Sorry that the little child lost his toy!" Ace also noted that Owlsa had fled too, causing more trouble for himself to go searching later on. Gabriel just seemed to be screwing up something that had started out as a amazing experience...

At that point Ember stepped between the pair, maybe forcing Ace to snap back into his normal soft hearted self. She had that affect on him...just like Jennifer had.

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Owsla

The feral girl snarled audibly from her hiding place, now padding her way toward the door to get away from the tension and the woman that Gabriel had accomanying him. She reminded him of the coldness that she had endured for most of her life and it made her tense. The feeling of uneasiness came over her everytime she glanced over to her. Something that she wanted to do away with.

She padded over to the door, but the pain in her arm made it wobble a bit. She hissed in pain, sheathing the knife on her back as she kept at it. Her arm wobbled to the point of being audible vibration on the floor "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" She whispered to herself as she nearly slipped on her arm.

((Sorry for the wait. Internet failed...))

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"Oh please stop, your giving her a headache just thinking about your view on what just happened."
"Oh, geeez now I'm gonna get a headache just thinking about it."


The blonde caught Embers gaze and lowered his head very slightly. He realized his actions were not exactly the usual for Ace's quiet and peaceful persona, but this world changed people, including himself. He did not really understand what Gabriel had just stated, but still he kept his mouth closed to attempt to seal away the venomous words he wished to spit.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!"

The young shouts sent shivers up the mans spine and so he instantly turned to Owlsa, who now had returned to the doorway looking very uncomfortable. Ace made low hand movements twice to try and get her to quiet and calm, before he headed over to the young feral girl. "Hey, everything is alright. Its not very wise shouting out here...though I guess we cant exactly say anything," He sighed lightly. "How is your arm?"

After checking over his new "little sister" figure the blonde turned back to Ember, expression weirdly serious and maybe even depressive. He wandered back over to the warrior with honest and sad eyes, his voice hopefully out of earshot. "Where are you going and why? Its alright if you can't say....I just...I really really don't want to lose you."

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Owsla

Owsla jumped a bit as Ace got close to her. Not being used to friendly contact, she moved away from him. She said with venom lining her words. Her arm still wobbled and shook from the pressure she had put on it, so she sat back. Near the door and watched the two.

If anything, both reminded her of the the captivity she was in with different neco clans that saw her as some sort of prize or weapon and human settlements that used her as a punching bag. She had no love for them or anyone for that matter. Not anymore anyway. "If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armored Beast of War has returned." she said, venom lining her words as she moved a bit to stop the pain in her arm.

The 'Armored Beast of War' was something she had heard once before, a reference to the war she was born during and a general she now had reason to find in some way. She hissed to herself, moving herself some distance away from them as she felt the urge to run again, and with the woman in he way, it may have been best to stay within the cabin for the moment.

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Ace felt a little bit downhearted at Owsla's recoil, but of course it was expected. In this day and age it would be rare to get a welcoming response. Still, even though they had not met before he found himself becoming attached and placing himself as a brotherly figure.

Ace frowned at the sound of Gabriel grumbling in his throat as he walked by shaking his head. His baby blue eyes narrowed to thin lines as the white haired male. Who was he to make conclusions about him and decide if he was right or wrong?! Then he noticed Embers 'deer in headlight' expression, it was very foreign upon her fair face and being honest the blonde preferred her normal battle ready glare.

"I don't understand. I am of no importance to your survival or even life style. You don't need to have any concern over my being here or no-"

He let out a long sigh and brushed back his golden strands from his face awkwardly, pupils lowered, before letting out a light awkward laugh. "You are joking me right? I have seen you fight and you have a tone of skills. Why would I not like you along me? Just for company sake anyway-"

"Lover-boy here isn't concerned over that. Well, he is but.... I don't think I know how to translate this to death personified. He... has a crush on you... Isn't that right, Man-boy?"

"HEY!" Ace cried, teeth bared like some kind of feral creature. "You can't see inside my mind so don't make judgements so quick." His voice was as stable as possible but it still shook with anger and uneasiness. Of course it was somewhat true, Ember was a very similar person to Jennifer and so having feelings for her was of course expected. "I'm still looking for Jennifer I will have you know. Plus, you can't say anything what so ever Gabriel! Why is this so important to you? Its clearly you who has the crush? Or maybe you two are more and never mentioned it?" He stated sharply, turning to Ember.

"If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armoured Beast of War has returned."

The blonde was surprised by Owlsa speaking up about the conversation. In fact it was rather creepy being honest, how she decided to bring up a subject they did not even know about. "Don't speak about Ember in that way ever again, and what do you mean? Can you please explain this armoured beast thing? I am quite curious right now."

Once again the first thing that jumped to mind was Oreron.