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Savage Evolution

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a part of Savage Evolution, by LunaSpirit.

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Oreron hall [54] "War shows our true nature? If that is the case then it would be wise to run from me."
Ace Tyrant [48] "Here is your little Blondie, starting to stand upon his own two feet."
Aleph Banton [46] "I live only because I deserve not to end the suffering of my foolishness and failure."
The Reprobate [46] "If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places..."
Ember Wolfe [39] "The fire rages insides, a fire I cannot control."
Owsla [38] "Tinkerer, Listener, Runner, Princess of swift escape. If I am cunning and full of tricks and I will never be destroyed."
Gabriel [35] "I see Nekos, but no humanity."
Marishka Amur [19] "The Beat is inside us all."
Jennifer Heathers [18] "Look at you. All grown up now. And look at me. Half of what I once was."
Mika L. Cheyenne [12] "Let's do this, then."

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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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Mika Lilith Cheyenne



It was quiet. No, quiet would be an understatement... It was eerily silent, a lack of noise so thick you could feel it. It was like walking through syrup.
Yet, she was there. A lone girl walked through the woods, making no sound. She wore a light armor made of a skin-tight material colored black. The fabric was very resilient by the looks, and there was black metal armor pieces attached to the fabric where needed, such as shoulder pads, a full chest piece and torso piece, shin guards and thigh guards, and segmented hand guards, all colored a dark jet-black. She wore no helmet, but she wore a headset that just looked like simple glasses.
The girl tossed her shadowy raven hair, her purple-blue irises scanning the scenery, pupils dilated given the melancholy shade from the trees. It was a gloomy sight. The girl had a strange silver-blue blade attached to her back, and a metal wrist-gauntlet on her right hand only.
The girl slapped a bug that had landed on her face. Was she far enough out? She looked around. Yes. She had entered the forest to lose the enemy. The Necos, her family and friends, had discovered she no longer served the Necos. She had also figured out they had a tracking device on her. She kneeled down on one knee and flicked her wrist back. Shiiing. Instantly, a foot-long blade shot from her wrist. It would have been very deadly if her hand was close enough to hurt anything. She flicked her wrist back a second time. The blade unlocked, and she used her middle finger and index fingers to push against the side of the blade. The blade rotated, going from parallel to her arm to perpendicular.
Without stopping, she slashed across her left palm and yelped in pain. She had prepared herself, but there was only so much you could do. There was now a 7 cm cut from under her thumb to the bottom of her last finger, her 'pinky.' Instantly she reached in the cut, and pulled out a small metal chip. She did it fast, because the longer she would have dug around the more pain it would've caused. She threw the thing in a nearby bush and instantly bolted away. The blade had retracted, but she was still bleeding profusely. She kept her hand closed, as to not leave a blood trail for them to follow. She also tried stepping lightly, and stepping where the ground was harder and not as soft to avoid leaving prints.

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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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The Reprobate


The male did not react to her brief attack upon him, most likely because of her rather pitiful appearance, state, and wound she had attempted to place upon him. The Reprobate felt weak, weaker than Faith Alexis, weaker than a Neco. The blonde did not feel like she deserved either of her two titles at the moment, she could just be...another endangered Sapien who they were going to sit there and oogle at her existence before taking her life. That was what they were tagging her as right now, and not in the prideful Sapien way she wanted to appear as either.

"Neco Parasite....?"

The guy was a complete idiot, alcohol swarming his body and mind. The woman glared up at him, vision still hazy, though when ever she caught his gaze something sharp and warm picked in her spine causing her to tear her pupils away. It ached and felt so wonderful that she did not know how to cope with such a feeling. Faith lied to herself, her destroyed mind pushing it away and labeling it "Disgust".

"I don't seek to harm you, ma'am, please calm down."

"That does not mean I will not harm you Sir! Why should I obey such scum!" She spat, though her tone was awfully cold and cruel her eyes were still orb like in fear. She stumbled backwards as this...creature stepped forwards on all fours, blood coating its shell and a dull metallic none human voice rang out through its devil smile. Faith wanted to kill it, the thing was some satanic beast, but she just could not move.

"Nothing shall harm you."
"The drunk will not harm you either. I only seek an answer."


That prick in her back happened again, but now that her panic had been over come by curiosity and uneasiness, she allowed flickers of the past to reach her. Shards of memories that she found hard to view and reality and piece together. The blondes hands absently stroked her neck as she recalled the creatures metallic claws stealing her air. Defending something. "Ask. I might have answer for...you..."

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"That does not mean I will not harm you Sir! Why should I obey such scum!"

Cruel words were all he was met with in response to his own, kinder words. Obviously, she held his race to be at fault here, so there was probably no use in trying to talk to her. Just because he was a Neco, she would hate him. That kind of thing really disturbed him. It was one of those things that really, really upset him. Aleph never had a racist thought in his life, or so he'd like to believe. What was the point? Everyone's the same? That logic was highly frowned upon by the ex-warrior, and he, under the influence, couldn't just hide it behind a smile.

Unlike his previous self, he got upset.

"I asked you to, I didn't tell you. Why didn't you listen to what I said?" he shot back, dropping that useless disposition from before. Why should he even care about people? It only ends up hurting him in the end. He should've known that by now. It was only now that he realized that being nice doesn't earn you anything but disrespect or pain, and he wasn't going to have it anymore. "But of course you wouldn't, would you? Why would you? It's not like I'm any different from the rest of my race - Kill first, ask questions later. Because that's what scum does; they don't give people a chance to do anything before they judge." it should've been pretty obvious who he was implying this about.

Aleph took a deep breath in, as if to calm himself. It only worked about halfway. The ex-warrior moved his vision down to the man on all fours and spoke, as if this woman was not there. "You can deal with her. It's not my job to deal with other people's worries for any longer." he said, turning and beginning to walk away. "I'll be at the bar, if you really need or wish to see my pitiful self." These were the last coherent words he said to either of them before beginning out the door of shop to get away from her. After all, she didn't want his help, and she didn't need it enough if she could still reject him. She'd be fine. She just wanted attention. Otherwise,

she could've just cried in silence, like him.

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Oreron

Oreron sighed and looked back at Aleph. A pathetic shell of what he used to be. He would have pitied the knight but it was his own desisition to descend into squallar. Something that wasn't his problem to begin with. A low growl grew from his throat and his head made a movement as if he where rolling his eyes at him.

He turned back to the sapian female, tilting his head to the side as he looked her over. Hurt but not fatally. Broken but not defenseless. She would be fine with out his accompaniment. He reached into his arm plate and pulled out a partially burned Photo and held it out to her. "Have you seen the child in this photo?" He asked her. The voice that came with the question was still metallic, but laced with a hint of fear. Something that wasn't there that often, especially for a neco.

In truth, he had been looking for the child for the better half a decade and a half. He had lived among sapiens when the child was born. It was his flesh and blood. The one thing that had kept him sane in the wastes; the thought that this child might still be alive out there.

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Mika Lilith Cheyenne



She ran now, she ran as fast as she could through the woods, this dense forest.She had gotten far enough away that her tracks wouldn't matter. No one could follow. She no longer clenched her hand, as it caused pain. She just ran, arms pumping, legs working, feet stomping. She moved into the sprint, body twisting slightly with the momentum of each step.
And she tripped.
If someone else had seen it, it would have been a rather pathetic sight. She tumbled, scraped herself, received small stinging cuts all over, and lost a sufficient amount of skin from the knee. She ended up on her back, and slowly sat up. She sat there in pain. She did nothing, but stare softly at the ground and breath shallowly. Eventually, she turned her hand over and looked at the cut. It was deep, and was the worst injury on her body, so she was relatively ok from the fall. But the gash had dirt in it now. Mika wasn't a clean freak, she wasn't a girly girl, but she was worried about infection. She sighed and slowly stood up. Infection? Like she'd get one. She was a Neco, after all... But still. This time, she continued on her way at a much slower pace. She even limped slightly from the pain in her now-scraped knee.

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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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The Reprobate


"I asked you to, I didn't tell you. Why didn't you listen to what I said?"

Faith's eyes blinked at his response, she did not understand. Why did it matter what he said? He should not even have been speaking, he should have been a lifeless mauled corpse under her feet. Her head cocked to the side slightly as he continued, expression not displaying all that much.

"But of course you wouldn't, would you? Why would you? It's not like I'm any different from the rest of my race - Kill first, ask questions later. Because that's what scum does; they don't give people a chance to do anything before they judge."
"I'll be at the bar, if you really need or wish to see my pitiful self."

Ouch.


Heavy breaths left the Reprobates lips as she began to sob lightly again. The blonde clenched her fists hard, until her nails drew blood upon her already bloody palms. Anger, hurt, and guilt was the trinity of her worst nightmare. "How fucking dare you..." The woman spat, stepping towards him as he turned to leave. "Do you have any idea what I have been through or my reasoning! At least I am not someone who is clearly spending their life wasting away on drink, waiting to get killed! How pathetic is that! At least I am DOING SOMETHING to try and resolve my problems. Do not act like you...." She paused to breathe, that spark pulsing up her spine once again. "...Know me."

The brunette left. Upon that spot the Reprobate decided he needed to die for making her feel like that.

Faith turned back to continue her chat with the metal shelled being, taking a good look at the photo that he displayed to her. A young girl, rather pretty, clearly she had been taken away from...him? "I am sorry to say no, but I can say she has not died at my hand. Not sure if that is something you want to hear or not...I will keep a look out." The blonde spoke, almost sounding like her old self.

Speaking of old selves.

"Now you owe me a answer. You know me right? Please tell me I am not going insane. We have met before...a long long time ago..." Her voice was maddeningly sad and uneasy, however her fists were still angrily clenched. Shattered memories of strangulation and a shelled being with that awful grin. "And would you also mind if I tagged along with you until my wound has cleared up a little?...I don't mind what your answer is,"

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Ember & Marishka & Gabriel


"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." Ember cocked her head but then shrugged her shoulders. She snapped her fingers and the black oil-goo like creature shrunk and fell to the ground. It crawled over to Ember and when she put her hand down, it grew and slithered up her arm. It perched on her shoulder before crawling into one of her pockets.

Gabriel snorted at Ace. "Maybe it would-" His words were cut off as Ember had suddenly slapped her black creature onto his mouth. His albino eyes widened and he instinctively tried to tear the thing off, but got no where near release. He glared at Ember and worked his jaw.

Marishka let out a relieved sigh and warily followed Ace.

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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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Oreron

Oreron seemed to deflate a bit. Another dead end, but atleast this one would not have to die by his hand. However, he looked back at her at the mention of keeping a look out for the child in her travels. He nodded, just about to turn away before jolting at the violent toungue lashing she gave aleph. 'he does need a good kick in the pants one of these days. Or a good shove in the river.' he thought to himself.

Again, his mind drifted. thinking about where he would wander next. Mapping the wastelands before the sapien turned on him. Something about knowing him in the past. He tilted his head to the side, Unsure of what she was talking about.

His head perked up for a moment. "Yessss...." He anwsered after a few minute of thought. "Wrongly judged. Forced you to stand down. Thought you were neco." He said, metallic and raspy voice recalling memories of events long past. The helm opened slightly as he started to stand upright. Hunched over, as only a mouth ripped open with a maw full of animal like teeth huffed out air. He was taller than her, enough to stand with his chin over her head and huff in the scent of her hair.

"yess....." He said after a few minutes, once again closing the helm. "Wrongly judged you and forced retreat. Solder. Thought you were neco." the metallic edge to his voice returned with the closed helm with is answer. He dropped back down to all fours, tucking the picture back into his sleeve. "You wounds shall heal. Safety in numbers is nearly required in this wastes."

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(Lol realizes it is the male who briefly tried to kill her, forgets the man she 'slept with' ;3 Can we please keep our posts decent sized please? I know they are not too bad at the moment but just make sure you don't slip. I am going to include Mika in my next post with Ace.)

The Reprobate


The shelled being seemed disappointed, even with its horrid grin still etched upon his armor. Then, he was human, Neco, but for some reason she held little hatred towards him. It could have been because all of her rage had been piled upon the cocky brunette or simply because of the kindness he had displayed. Faith recalled that he was also the man who slept in the barn house that both herself and Aleph had been sleeping in. He was a feral looking man, with a dangerous but calm expression. She had never made that connection until this moment.

"Wrongly judged you and forced retreat. Soldier. Thought you were neco."
"Your wounds shall heal. Safety in numbers is nearly required in this wastes."


The blonde nodded a single time before heading towards the exit along side this Neco who had decided to accept her. Happiness? No. She would not allow such a feeling due to forming a companionship with a parasite, though emotions were not something you could control. "May I ask of your name? I don't think I caught it even way back then or I have forgotten." The Reprobate asked, though suddenly realizing that he may ask for her own name back, or call her by her old title "Faith". "Could I also ask who the girl in the picture was...Unless...that is a touchy subject."

The pair headed into the bar next door. She tried to avoid eye contract with the asshole sat in the corner.

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Oreron

Oreron wasn't used to having such a renegade sapien under his steed. Then again, having commanded necos and subdued said necos; a renegade was something that felt a bit odd to him at this point.

"Hall." He simply answered. A name that was feared by necos during the war. And to his knowlege and the before death shouts of mercenaries and bandits that his dispatched; supossed to be dead. The bar again, a place of refuge at this point. No bandit would come into this place and think they could get out alive at this point. He perched himself on a chair again, tapping his clawed hand on the table in thought.

"Could I also ask who the girl in the picture was...Unless...that is a touchy subject."

He shivered. She was asking him a painful reminder of what he had lost. An eden that had been torched to the ground. However, The hope it did give to him from just the picture alone was enough of calming agent to keep him from attacking her.

"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child." He said, putting one hand his face. "They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction." The helm hit the hurt that he felt with her memory. The heartbreak of finding her body with bloodied weapon in hand and slice across her belly. To him, if the little one wasn't alive than his life had no purpose.

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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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Owsla

Owsla winced as the ointment was spread on her wound. The fact that a necro giving her medical care was strange enough. Having a bandage around her arm that didn't impede it's movement was another thing. She looked over at gabrial, Finally noticing the creature on his mouth and tilted her head to the side. "A sticker...I've seem on of these before." She said as made a poking motion at it.

She had been held captive, escaped and captured again countless times. Even ending up in the cabin was a lucky break for her as she had been on the run and the slice was cause by something else in the treeline. "Though these I haven't ever been able to figure out. Also..." She looked behind her to check if Ace or the other woman were still outside. "...How do you trust that woman? She's cold and there's something about her that isn't right." she said quietly.

She started wandering the cabin a bit; padding her hands out the couch, digging through the desk drawers, looking through some of the cabinets. She needed to know this place top to bottom. No matter how nice someone can seem, there was always a chance that they could turn.

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Saying Aleph was irritated to learn that both of them decided to move their conversation to the same bar he was in when they had the rest of this godforsaken town to do so was a very big understatement. Aleph would even go so far as to say he was genuinely pissed that they obviously didn't care much about leaving a disgruntled drunk Neco alone, and were doing this on purpose. Maybe they wanted him to quit drinking just to get back at him, or maybe they were just oblivious to his presence in the first place. No, it couldn't be the latter of the two, for the woman had purposely sat herself far from Aleph intentionally.

The angry, lonesome, depressed ex-warrior sat on the same bench he was on before drinking the same booz he was before and feeling more upset than he was before. He just wanted to be alone while he wasted away, but they wouldn't even give him that pleasure, and he was not about to go looking for another empty bar that still had its drinks in full-stock. So he had to deal with them both, but he was mostly just annoyed by the ungrateful woman who seemed to be hitting it off with Philip. Intentionally or not, he was forced to listen to their conversation regardless, as sound did travel in the old, quiet bar.

"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child." He said, putting one hand his face. "They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction."

The drunk brunette laughed quite loudly as he heard those words, cutting off the conversation right there by intruding. "I remember one of those. A mate. But you can't avoid the inevitable. People die and it's either going to be you or them, and you'll be powerless to stop it." his words contained a colder edge to them, as if he were speaking angrily to himself. As if he hated himself. "Just give up. There's nothing you can do now. You're just wasting your time in a different way than I by clinging on to such useless hope." after that rant, he took a few big gulps of his drink and tossed the bottle straight behind him with strength and no care for courtesy, causing the bottle to slam into the far wall away from everyone and shattering. He paid no further attention to it and look for his next bottle.

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Oreron

Visions of his wife fueled oreron's abitons in finding his child. Something to, at the very least, keep him from killing everyone that crossed his path wether they were friendly or not.

This being the case, his hands shook during the drunken knight's rant. His breathing got heavier the longer he went on. Under the metalic helm, sweat started to form under his brow. The uncontrollable urge to kill rising again. That thirst for blood that was as strong as it was during the war. His head slowly turned toward the knight and a low and threatening growl could be heard.

With a quick movement, the machete that he had been carrying was buried into the wall, passing right behind aleph's head. "Have you ever held a life that you had a part in creating? Have you had something so innocent of any crime you've committed taken from you out of pure cruelty?"

The helm opened slightly, enough to either the sapien or the knight to see carved, unhealed smile carved into his mouth.

"My mate is dead. Cold as this earth and I burned her. Scattered her ashes in the plains just like she would have wanted. My little girl is still out there if they know if she is of my blood. Why would they kill a necro with my blood in her veins? As long as I know that, there is hope. Unlike one who would drink his pitiful life away like yourself."

His words were laced with hateful venom for the night, his claws digging into the table as he tried to calm himself. No need to shed the blood of someone who couldn't even fight.

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Aleph Banton


The worst thing to do to a drunk ranting on about something is to give him something to reply to, and unfortunately, Philip had done just that by giving an angered reply to the man.

There was a machete stuck in the dirtied wall just near Aleph. Recently embedded, Aleph hadn't even flinched in the slightest, instead turning his head to face the man and narrowing his eyes a bit as he started off on Aleph as if he was trying to prove to himself that his daughter had to be alive. Considering it was his only purpose for living, Aleph might not have blamed him if he had a sturdy head on his shoulders, but being drunk, he did not.

"Yeah, you're right. I never did have a child." he agreed, his voice calmer than before. But that wasn't because he himself was calm. But he spat enough venom in his next words to completely erase that from memory. "I never got to." The young knight who donned nothing but his old, worn tunic stood to his feet. He didn't want to be here anymore. Now it wasn't the girl but the dog getting on his nerves. What didn't he understand about the simple explanation he gave him? In this world you don't get to decide when your spouse to be is ripped from you and that definitely applies to a child as well. How in the world could a child survive out here? It was impossible and Philip was a fool for thinking otherwise.

"I'm sorry for your loss. But isn't it convenient that when one purpose dies, you have another one to cling on to? But not everyone was that lucky and most certainly not I. I didn't even get to bury her...." he muttered. "Cling to hope if you must, but don't get angry when someone who doesn't have that opportunity tells you a very probable possibility. Maybe if I hadn't realized optimism to be a burden sooner, I'd have found Faith." It was obvious that any further conversation would only lead to physical aggression, or so Aleph felt it to be. He'd once again have to leave a building due to contact he didn't want. He was just a bit upset that he had to leave a good bar before it was depleted of its booze. So, he took a bottle with him. "Farewell." he mumbled before heading out the door much similar to just a few minutes ago. He could care less what that woman and that dog did. It didn't concern him at all. Nothing did.

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If there was one thing that people that had been under under oreron's command knew...it was the worst idea to piss off a man who had a tendency to bite a man's throat to shreds if pushed to that point. His whole body shook with bearly head back rage, however his refusal to kill a man who couldn't fight against him if he even wanted to kept the armored man from ripping his drunken face to shreds.

The growl rang lower as he watched the male wander out the his bottle of booze and snorted at him. "May fate crack you in the head with some sense." He growled under his breath as he started to calm down. He could hear the voice of his long dead mate calming the rage that had been corsing through him. A halluconation yes, but one of the rare few that did not send him into a murderous rage. Not that it really took much these days to do so for that matter.

"What of you? Two years have changed you as well." With a now clear mind, oreron turned his attention toward Faith. He felt like he had some making up to do from their first meeting and nearly killing her.

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(So sorry for my absence...I was ill, both mentally and physically. Don't worry about me I am alright, I always am.)

The Reprobate


"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child."
"They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction."


Faith's heart sank. She knew exactly how it felt to lose the people important to you, the person you loved. Orerons words began to swirl in her mind, forcing her to realize that the war did not only affect the Sapiens, but Necos too. The whole thing was causing the world to rot, and it was not "creating a new and better future" only destroying it and ripping into shreds of what could have been. "I am sorry to hear that..." The blonde whispered, almost as though she was ashamed to state it. The Reprobate and Faith Alexis were fighting a war against each other.

The angel and the demon.

"I remember one of those. A mate. But you can't avoid the inevitable. People die and it's either going to be you or them, and you'll be powerless to stop it."
"Just give up. There's nothing you can do now. You're just wasting your time in a different way than I by clinging on to such useless hope."


"You seriously need to learn some manners and sober up!" The young woman snapped, grabbing the second bottle he reached for and taking it out of his sight. "You don't know that, there is always hope..." There is always Faith. The Reprobate could still not look the brunette in the eye due to their past argument, and the prickle in her back that always came along when she did. He was incredibly stubborn and so was she. "What has been your experience then huh? If you are that chatty you might as well make conversation,"

"Have you ever held a life that you had a part in creating? Have you had something so innocent of any crime you've committed taken from you out of pure cruelty?"
"My mate is dead. Cold as this earth and I burned her. Scattered her ashes in the plains just like she would have wanted. My little girl is still out there if they know if she is of my blood. Why would they kill a neco with my blood in her veins? As long as I know that, there is hope. Unlike one who would drink his pitiful life away like yourself."


Faith fell silent as the blade punctured the wall behind the male. Her teeth sank into her lips as she listened to the conversation. She was extremely glad Oreron had placed forward his point, however...that could have been nasty.

"I'm sorry for your loss. But isn't it convenient that when one purpose dies, you have another one to cling on to? But not everyone was that lucky and most certainly not I. I didn't even get to bury her...."
"Cling to hope if you must, but don't get angry when someone who doesn't have that opportunity tells you a very probable possibility. Maybe if I hadn't realized optimism to be a burden sooner, I'd have found Faith."

I'd have found Faith.

Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Faith Alexis
Aleph Banton
Too late, he had already left.

"What of you? Two years have changed you as well."


"I was captured by Necos who knew of my breed, they beat me to insanity. I am no longer Faith Alexis...I go by The Reprobate. I thought I was going to die but for some reason I found strength to survive. I spent my life killing Necos out of anger, and now I am sat here with one who has shown me so much kindness that I might just be able to live again. And...

Did Aleph Banton just ignore me? Please tell me he realizes..."

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"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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((Not a problem. I've been in some extreme heat so I've been in dream land O.o))

Oreron

Oreron nodded, saying nothing for sheer reason of not being able to really say anything for the necos that drove her to this state. He didn't really blame her. Being beaten to near the point of death would do a number on most people. Neco or Sapien. He turned his head to the door again and shook his head. "He's to deep into his sorrow to even notice. I doubt he'll give up the bottle anytime soon." He said, turning back the table in front of him.

He tapped his finger on the table, and shook his head again. "He still calls me philip, though I doubt he knows my face beyond this armor." Oreron slipped the picture out from in between the plates of his armor and ran a claw around the child's face. "It's been almost 14 years since I've seen my girl. Makes me wonder who she looks like. Me? or her mother?"