Anria is lonely, you meet Anria, yes? Yes
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Post by Anria Liana on Mar 5, 2017 0:21:38 GMT
SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY It was a fog. Not a cloud, a fog that hung heavy and suffocating all around her, a shroud of self-pity, each breath drawing in more and more restlessness into her lungs, which picked it all apart and deposited it all into her bloodstream and nerves. The fog was dense, dark, and set Anria's teeth on edge. It clouded her vision, made her stumble mid-air, clearing for only moments long enough for the hawk therian to skid to a halt before crashing head-on into the steep cliffs of Mount Torture. Anria hovered there for a few moments. Flying had always seemed to clear her head and realign her, remind her of who she had to be, and who she could not allow herself to be. Yet, as fast as she flew, and as hard as her lungs and heart strained, nothing seemed to sate the growing uncertainty within her. Anria's wings beat the air furiously to keep her alighted at the great winds of the high altitudes, and she reached up, breathless from the sprint, to rub her eyes and temples. She had never been so distracted, so on edge- Well, she had been this on edge before, and worse. When her parents and sister had been slaughtered before her eyes, knowing that if she had only kept her secret that, a secret, they would still be alive. Suddenly nauseous, Anria landed messily on one of the more open clearings of the mountain and vomited.
Wehen she could breath again, Anria slammed a fist into the ground, furious and afraid, tears blossoming around the corners of her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me!?" She screamed, straightening and flying away from the putrid smell. When she alighted again, it was at the peak of the mountain, where she hugged her knees to her chest, buried her head, and mourned the return of so many emotions.
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Post by Edessa Elridge on Mar 9, 2017 2:46:05 GMT
 Something didn't feel right that day.
The moment she stepped out of her dorm room, she knew something was going to happen. She just had the gut feeling. However, she couldn't prove anything- she had no evidence whatsoever that this day would be different from the previous ones. To take her mind off of everything, Laura decided to scale the ominous Mount Torture for the first time. Nevertheless, she regretted it near instantly.
Laura didn't realize how tall the mountain was. The distance to the highest point accessible to the therians was still too much for her to climb due to her small stature and physical ability. Then, when she started climbing higher, the fog cluttered around her. Not only did it take away her most valued sense of sight, it also restricted her breathing ability. The freezing air that flew into her lungs made the poor shifter feel like an ice cube. In hopes of being able to see past the fog, Laura shifted into her rattlesnake form and slithered up the hill, dodging rocks and twigs along the way.
That was when Laura saw Anria.
The red-headed therian floated with her grand eagle wings that spread wider than Laura's wingspan. She held back a gasp, gawking at the sight of an acquaintance so aggressive and, ultimately, more powerful than anyone she'd ever met. Laura then noticed Anria rubbing her eyes and temples and guessed the sequence of events to occur: Anria would fly down and lay down and start crying. But to her surprise, the hawk half-blood did the near opposite: she landed uneasily and vomited. She then slammed her fist into the ground and cried out before flying to the peak of the mountain and burying her head in her knees and chest. Laura sighed quietly and breathed deeply, moving to a spot a few feet away from Anria's pile of vomit.
"You're just going through a phase." Laura called up to the red-head from below the peak of the mountain, trying to comfort her by answering her likely rhetorical question. "I've been through many emotional phases. I recognize the one you're going through slightly. Don't worry, it should be over in a little while." She sat on a medium-sized rock and looked up at her acquaintance, waiting patiently for an answer. |
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Post by Anria Liana on Mar 9, 2017 23:11:44 GMT
SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY Her skin was crawling, little fire ants dancing across every inch of her body, burrowing into her soft feathers and wedging millions of teeth into her flesh. Rattling chills rocketed down her spine, and every nerve itched to be outside of her, away from her, thousands and thousands of miles gone and dead. Perhaps there was some substance to the rules prohibetting weapons within Haven boundaries. Though she might not have intended to, Laura had snuck up on the antsy Anria, who stood and reached instinctively for a throwing knife, only to find none. Had she found one, it would have certainly been up to the hilt in Laura's chest. Anria's lip twtiched, and she felt her muscles fighting to keep from hurtling the other therian off the cliff then and there. A phase. Really!? Anria's pupils narrowed, and with a single beat of her wings, she had glided to stand inches away from Laura. Her fingers twiched, hungry for something to beat, anything to break in half and leave in ruins. This is YOUR fault, she wanted to scream yours and yours alone. And, to some degree, there would have bene justification in Anria's bold claim, however irrational. All her suppressed feelings had bubbled up the moment she sat down to let Laura, as Anria saw it, complain to her. It seemed the dam was broken, and the depths of Anria prayed that there would be no bloodshed as the last time the walls had crumbled like they were just then. So the red-head stood there, twitching. Anria tilted her head, not in such a way that she normally would right before making a witty remark, but in such a subtle degree of change into a look that had before set the most resiliant humans into cold black fear, a look that clearly meant she would not hesitate to kill. After a few moments of just that, and a small squint of her eyes, Anria finally spoke, her voice laden with venom and hostility one have been surprised if Laura just crumpled up into a pile of ash and called it good then and there. "What?" |" it's just a phase, crazy-who-wants-to-snap-my-neck" omg XD. Nice template BTW! Just not that the font is a liiiitle tiny. Let me know if you want me to tweek it a size or whatnot  | |
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Post by Edessa Elridge on Mar 12, 2017 22:09:36 GMT
(figured out how to fix it! hopefully this is better!) laura watched anria's response to her speaking: reaching for a throwing knife, though she didn't have one on her, or so it didn't appear. naturally, laura flinched and took a step back. only when she took that step back was she able to see anria's true reaction. anria looked more furious than laura had ever seen her before; it was if the gates of hell would be released onto her and the other therians at the haven. clouds of the darkest hue would coat the sky, winds of the fastest speed would reign, and thunder of the loudest tone would startle the earth with the look anria wore. and when the red-headed therian flew mere inches away from where laura stood, she knew it was over. if this wasn't the death of laura grace schön, what was? the rest of the stages of anria's murderous look came in a blur. first the twitching, then the subtle yet obvious head tilt, and last but not least, the eye squint. laura squeezed her eyes shut, yet she could still feel anria's look. how could she not? when she dared open her eyes again, anria was opening her mouth, so as to speak. it took a couple of seconds before laura could register the one word that was spoken. after all, she thought it would be a much, much worse word. however, the way anria coaxed the word through the air and into laura's ears made it sound less like a word, but rather an explosive set to blow and spread venom through the air. "what?"laura gulped louder than normal or necessary. "i-it's not a phase. uhm, rather, it's just you naturally.." the instant the last word left her mouth, she regretted it. nothing could save the therian from the incoming wrath now- not even the most heartfelt apology. "i'm sorry! that's not what i meant! i.. i.." laura shifted into a rattlesnake on instinct and coiled up on the ground, burying her head in her tiny, scaly mass. she winced and braced herself for a punch, kick, bite.. or something more sinister and hatred-filled. |
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Post by Anria Liana on Mar 12, 2017 22:32:50 GMT
SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY The air felt colder than she remembered. Or was it warmer? She couldn't tell. Hot and cold flashes were crawling under her skin, and she felt as though she would implode and explode simultaneously. Granted, she wasn't sure how she would manage to perform such a feat, but she knew she would find a way.
Naturally? Anria clenched her jaw. Had it been just an adjective left fluttering in the thin mountain air, she could have dropped it. But Laura flinched, shrank down into a coiled up rattlesnake, and waited for impending doom.
"Naturally!?" She bent down, letting the furry overwhelm her. It felt so incredibly good, being angry, being vengeful, wanting blood, smelling fear. Anria almost wondered how she could have left such a wonderful life of silvery blades and horrible beautiful crimson. "Naturally homicidal?" She bent down right next to the rattlesnake, and everything about the way she was poised dared the other therian to attack, saying look how vulnerable human-form Anria is. Look how easily she can snap your scrawny neck.
Anria made a few tisking sounds, smiling cruelly. "No, no, how can I naturally want to hurt people?" She giggled, a comical laugh that would have really only been fitting in a horror movie. Anria, thinking of all the things people had said, about her living behind a mask, a glorified facade of dismissive remarks and intimidating glares.
This fear and guilt radiating off Laura was driving Anria insane. She vied for a fight, the sweet release of combat, the one thing she was certain would melt away all her uncertainty and remind people just how ruthless she really was- pretended to be- had to be- Anria internally shook her head to clear all these synonyms away.
"Where's that hotheaded freak in there," the Therian pried, ducking her head to eye level. "Skye, right? Where are you. You must know better than to be pushed around by some coward like this Laura."
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Post by Edessa Elridge on Jul 13, 2017 7:21:05 GMT
(okok here i am)
laura turned up to look at anria and instantly wished she hadn't. the seething rage boiling off of anria made laura even more guilty for opening her mouth in the first place. but the red-head's words changed everything.
"Where's that hotheaded freak in there, Skye, right? Where are you. You must know better than to be pushed around by some coward like this Laura."
i heard my name. laura, who's calling me? no one, skye, go back to sleep... hell no, i'm not going to sleep! i heard my n- oh my god, it's anria. what does that freak want? she's not a freak, she's just upset. well, you're lucky it's just you and i in your consciousness right now. just imagine if edessa showed up. i heard my name? oh god. i think i'm going to be sick. see, now i believe in the phrase "speak of the devil". oh no, anria! what does she want? let's just say i said some things i regret.. well, let me out there so i can fix it! now it's my turn to say hell no, pardon my french. in nearly every situation we've been in, your presence makes things ten times worse. well, can you think of any other way to fix this? n-no.. laura, don't fall for skye's manipulation! you know very well that skye makes things worse! use your voice of reason- me! let me go out there and fix things with anria! oh shut it, princess. you couldn't even solve a problem if it introduced itself, wore a nametag, and slapped you in the face. well, how would you solve the problem? i'd beat anria's sorry butt! no one is doing any fighting. now, i generally trust edessa more, so edessa, come and take control pl- CONTROL! YES! skye, no! no! skye, give edessa control! i don't trust y-
the snake jerked to the left, then to the right, then left again as if it was trying to grasp its last moments of life. as it was turned to the right, it suddenly transformed into a girl- laura. she whipped around, her pupils as red as a desert sunset, the rest of her eyes bloodshot. skye let out a low growl, something she hadn't done in a while.
"you think that you can control laura with your belligerent attitudes, huh? think again, princess. laura is my precious friend, in fact, i am a part of her. and if you think you can mess with her, you're really messing with me too. is that really what you want to do, sweetie?" the girl slowly stood, bones cracking like a demon rising in a horror movie. skye stood, inhaling and exhaling deeply, letting out the occasional grunt as she did so. she waited for anria's next move, somewhat hoping for a fight but knowing laura's physique couldn't take one.
you're going to be the death of me.. please, skye, don't do this..
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Post by Anria Liana on Jul 13, 2017 7:45:36 GMT
SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY She could see the conflict between the snake half-blood's eyes, the constant shift of control darting from instinct, to fear, to rationality, all around. It was all in Laura's head, but she could see how the psychological battle took a physical effect on the girl in question.
Anria smiled devilishly, pinching the tip of her tongue with her incisor teeth as she rose to her full height and planted her hands on her hips. Anria was a skilled combatant, with experience, passion, and a taste for the thrill of battle and blood - both metaphorically and literally. The two - or, really, rather four - of them all knew it, knew it like it had been their own bloodied fingernails that had carved the universal law of Anria into the stone.
Anria met Skye's fiery eyes with a cold hostility of her own. She allowed the other hot-headed girl to ramble on about nonsense, remaining venomously cold and calm. When Skye had concluded, Anria gave a slight raise of her eyebrows, as if to proclaim about time.
"Awwhawaw" Anria cooed, "That's cute." The hawk therian ran her tongue lightly across her front teeth and narrowed her eyes. The tension was thickening in the air, as thick as the fog had been moments ago, that suffocating, arrogant, prophecy-inducing fog. Because there the two of them were, face to face, starved for a fight.
Anria took a pace forward, reached up to patronizingly flick Skye across the nose, and turned her head to the side with a look of pure and confident ruthlessness. "So what are you going to do; huh, Skye? You are going to protect Laura, right?"
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Post by Edessa Elridge on Aug 1, 2017 3:58:01 GMT
"So what are you going to do; huh, Skye? You are going to protect Laura, right?"that's it. we're dead. end of story. come on, edessa.. think positive, if that even exists in this scenario.."you bet your behind i'll protect laura!" without a second thought, skye attempted to shove the red-head, ignoring the ruthless look she wore. her eyes were a bloodshot red and her eyebrows were furrowed into a heartless glare. skye was going to stick up for laura.. even if it meant risking her life. after all, laura had given skye life. without laura, skye wouldn't exist. however, before attempting to shove anria the millisecond before, skye hadn't considered a lot of things. she hadn't considered laura's stature compared to the therian in front of her. of course, she knew that anria was more intimidating both physically and emotionally. her build wouldn't just severely hurt someone, it could traumatize them for life. and that someone might just become laura because of skye's poor judgement. so, laura, how do we think positive now? okay, okay, no need for the sarcasm. i admit it, we're definitely dead.
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Post by Anria Liana on Aug 1, 2017 4:25:20 GMT
SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY Moments of romance are often described as instances where time chills, slows, and halts. The world becomes one where just the two people existed, where nothing else mattered, only the way they felt was relevant. Anria wasn't sure this was the case. She had never experienced romance, not really - the occasional fling, but nothing ever quite so... profound. The closest she had ever come to this wordless sense of isolation and timelessness was whenever she faced an opponent.
Anria felt this way as she stood before Skye. Everything beyond that mountaintop ceased to concern her - not her regretted conflict with Chase, not her sudden up-welling of emotion, nor the mask she wore to hide her shame, grief, and loneliness. There was only pain, and anger, and the pounding in her veins. This hostility was not driven from her facade of a personality; it was born of her true emotion. Anria had no concept of how to channel her emotions, all of them, suddenly pressing against her throat, head, eyes, tongue, heart, and her knuckles vying for combat.
Her concentration slipped as a fresh tsunami of pain and memories flooded up in front of her.
Time froze.
And then Skye shoved the transfixed Anria to the ground.
It took less than a few milliseconds for Anria to return to focus. There was not an inch of hesitation in her body. Had a weapon been handy, she most certainly would have used it in unspeakable ways, to draw out Skye's pain as Anria felt pain over every inch of her being; to make death a mercy, and then refuse it until she grew bored of Skye's screams. She wanted someone to hurt. She wanted someone to feel how she felt. She wanted someone to...
The moment Anria landed on the ground, she flung her body up in a kind of reversed-handspring. From a crouch, Anria pivoted on one foot, spinning an outstretched leg, aiming to knock Skye off her feet. Immediately and almost instantaneously, completing her spinning crouch, Anria threw a high backward kick targeted for Skye's chest.
She would soon regret the power she allowed behind such attacks.
I want someone to understand...
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Post by Edessa Elridge on Aug 12, 2017 6:02:46 GMT
for poor skye, everything was in slow motion. anria hitting the ground, recovering quickly.. being knocked off her feet as if she were a mere ragdoll, then being hit in the chest, sending her flying. as skye flew through the air, she felt a sharp pain through her chest, as if her lungs had collapsed. in that moment, she knew she had messed up. she didn't really have any specific thoughts other than that. but someone else in her mind did.
you really messed u-
the last thing that she heard was a loud crack. she felt a blast of searing pain- more than she had ever felt in her life. she then felt a warm, gooey, thick substance oozing out through her head. edessa opened her royal blue eyes, but all she could see were black spots. she opened her mouth as to speak, however foamy saliva clouded it. all she could let out were a few choking sounds. she tried to blink, but before she could close her eyes, everything went black. |
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