Almost. Almost, he thought, again and again as a rehearsal, as an agent or narcotic. Judace's face was three wide stripes of dark, red blood. Only a tiny triangle under his left eye and pieces under his chin showed white flesh. His jacket was torn in six places on his back; five long, driving slashes, and one puncture. The boy was crawling, and he feared that both his knees were powder. A great many things ran through him—-first and foremost: Will I even make it' Afterthoughts include, Will I Walk Again? Did That Just Happen" Almost, he thinks, but Martyr's home was too far away. The trail of blood behind tallied off a distance of no greater than fifteen yards, and this was taken in thirty minutes. Only his elbows propulsed him, on knifing jar at a time, and he was gaining no ground whatsoever. Judace smiled, but no one would see under the blood. The boy passes out near the mouth of the alley—-he had, if nothing else, managed to stick his arm out of the throat and onto the sidewalk. Maybe the chap would get lucky.
Phoenix had been wandering, as she often did. She'd noticed the smell of blood far quicker than she had the hand—otherwise she might have wrote it off as an alley-drunk. Why did it seem so familiar" The immortal swiped her bangs from her face as she moved a bit faster. Curiousity drove her to investigate, and so she did. Moving for that alley, she knelt down toward the body and her eyes narrowed. "Judace....I'm going to beat her senseless for this..." Lifting him, she threw him over her shoulder and headed not towards Martyr's, but towards that hell known as a warehouse.
"Queen, I believe we are out of Tea. I like the tangerine. I shall go get some." Nodding stoically as always, the Playing-House hellioness rose from their little table in the secluded back room. It had been about a week since the application of Phoenix's blood, and although Aggie did not verbally indicate, Nazareth was sure that her sight was again waning. Because of this, Neth's mood had been in decline the last two evenings. She slips through the door of her warehouse, the usual ensemble of trousers and turtleneck, but, airing on the side of fashion, she sported a long, leather overcoat. She sets off.
"Be safe," Agnus whispered as Nazareth took her leave. Her sight was giving way, and she had kept quiet about it. Why not fake it as long as she could" Convince herself that she was happy....Foresight was twenty-twenty for young Agnus, unfortunately.
Phoenix held the young dominion on her shoulder. She could have healed him—and she would have, but she wanted to Make Nazareth look at what she'd done.....Like a dog that made waste on the carpet. Picking up the pace, the tall woman headed in Neth's direction.
Neth pauses. Dominion blood in the air, a set in-fact. Judace was family and easily identified; Phoenix's scent was changing all the time, but the distinctions stood. She travels towards the billowing fronts of blood, too curious to pass them up. Springing a corner, Nazareth halted her boots. Phoenix's image was divulged in the distance. Dominion eyes are not exceptionally sharp, but it was clear that Judace was slung over her shoulder and the smell of his blood flooded her nostrils. Neth approaches with caution now—-it was clear to her that, for whatever reason, Phoenix was seeking her out, just as Neth sought her. At about twenty yards out, Nazareth pauses and pockets her hands in that new, long coat.
Phoenix could feel that she was drawing close, and it had only been apparent that Nazareth had been on a similar mission seconds before they were face-to-face. She propped Judace up against the wall and moved closer to the dominioness. Once in range, she'd attempt to snatch Neth by her pretty little throat and slam her against the wall.
Nazareth had decoded Phoenix's anger before the strike, but made no suave evasive maneuver. After her body hit the wall, the Dominioness grinned, spiky choking fits curling from her separated lips as the powerful immortal held her neck in a vice grip. As if surrendering, Nazareth lifted her arms slightly. "I—-I—-Know—-What—-You think——"
Phoenix had been wandering, as she often did. She'd noticed the smell of blood far quicker than she had the hand—otherwise she might have wrote it off as an alley-drunk. Why did it seem so familiar" The immortal swiped her bangs from her face as she moved a bit faster. Curiousity drove her to investigate, and so she did. Moving for that alley, she knelt down toward the body and her eyes narrowed. "Judace....I'm going to beat her senseless for this..." Lifting him, she threw him over her shoulder and headed not towards Martyr's, but towards that hell known as a warehouse.
"Queen, I believe we are out of Tea. I like the tangerine. I shall go get some." Nodding stoically as always, the Playing-House hellioness rose from their little table in the secluded back room. It had been about a week since the application of Phoenix's blood, and although Aggie did not verbally indicate, Nazareth was sure that her sight was again waning. Because of this, Neth's mood had been in decline the last two evenings. She slips through the door of her warehouse, the usual ensemble of trousers and turtleneck, but, airing on the side of fashion, she sported a long, leather overcoat. She sets off.
"Be safe," Agnus whispered as Nazareth took her leave. Her sight was giving way, and she had kept quiet about it. Why not fake it as long as she could" Convince herself that she was happy....Foresight was twenty-twenty for young Agnus, unfortunately.
Phoenix held the young dominion on her shoulder. She could have healed him—and she would have, but she wanted to Make Nazareth look at what she'd done.....Like a dog that made waste on the carpet. Picking up the pace, the tall woman headed in Neth's direction.
Neth pauses. Dominion blood in the air, a set in-fact. Judace was family and easily identified; Phoenix's scent was changing all the time, but the distinctions stood. She travels towards the billowing fronts of blood, too curious to pass them up. Springing a corner, Nazareth halted her boots. Phoenix's image was divulged in the distance. Dominion eyes are not exceptionally sharp, but it was clear that Judace was slung over her shoulder and the smell of his blood flooded her nostrils. Neth approaches with caution now—-it was clear to her that, for whatever reason, Phoenix was seeking her out, just as Neth sought her. At about twenty yards out, Nazareth pauses and pockets her hands in that new, long coat.
Phoenix could feel that she was drawing close, and it had only been apparent that Nazareth had been on a similar mission seconds before they were face-to-face. She propped Judace up against the wall and moved closer to the dominioness. Once in range, she'd attempt to snatch Neth by her pretty little throat and slam her against the wall.
Nazareth had decoded Phoenix's anger before the strike, but made no suave evasive maneuver. After her body hit the wall, the Dominioness grinned, spiky choking fits curling from her separated lips as the powerful immortal held her neck in a vice grip. As if surrendering, Nazareth lifted her arms slightly. "I—-I—-Know—-What—-You think——"