Post by Demoan Syndel on May 23, 2009 1:13:18 GMT -5
Demoan|Syndel:arrived at the rivers edge as she had so many nights before. The chopper rumbling to a halt as she shuts it off and steps off. Her hands dropping to her sides as she pulls the twin P8s and readies them. Stepping down the bank towards the warehouse she had raided three times before. Members of the B.o.w. seemed to return every time. She stopped near the dark corner and began scanning the area as she had done before and again things seemed silent and empty. But she knew better and again she would take them down before the night was over.
Crows|Shadow: moved through the shadows quickly with a ominous flowing motion and formed before the Culler called Demoan. Eyes of brilliant yellow would focus upon the demon he was sent to warn. Words of violent whispers flowing over nonexistent lips into the air. " Culler of our kind you have been disturbing balance. Is it not your place to keep this balance? Were you not sent here to retain the stability between planes?" A shadowed hand forms and rises to hold out in-front of her." Then send I the messenger to say this. Stop now or you shall pay the price. Tis the bidding of the dark lords and they become weary of your grotesque emotions."
Demoan|Syndel:stares into the eyes of the creature before her. It had no real form but seemed made of mostly shadow and flowing black liquid. The words spoken falling on deaf ears as she shakes her head." You dont know what is going on. You tell the dark lords I will take this cult of vile down. What they are doing is wrong. False demons is what they create. Forcing changes upon those who were not chosen by fate." She was growing angry and didnt want to waste her time with this discussion.
Crows|Shadow: scoffs at her impudent behavior and once more tried to reason with the female. " You have grown to close to these creatures you protect. Weather you agree or not is in no way important. This operation is by the dark lords approval. You will stop now Culler or become hunted just as you were sent to hunt. Do not push your luck. The council is prepared should you continue." A single black wisping digit points to her as he moves closer. " You are to step down and ignore the actions of the B.O.W. right now!" Violent threads of black liquid slice through the air and curl around the form as it hovers mier inches from her. Though this one was unable to cultivate a Culler. It was indeed his job to pass her the message and try to sway her poor decisions.
Demoan|Syndel:took a long deep breath and sighs as she steps through the figure before her. Safety of both guns clicking off as she marched on to enter the building." Fuck the council. Tell them to take me if they can." She headed towards the front door and kicked it in. Vanishing through it in a hail of gun fire and screaming. Each shot aiming to kill another dirty bastard. The ones responcable for hurting Teela. Maybe Dem had crossed her own lines. Maybe she was to emotionaly attached to people. But in her mind she was doing what she saw as right.
Crows|Shadow: turned to mier mist and fades away into the shadows once again. Finding the message unheeded would only anger the dark lords further. She had been warned without a doubt. She would pay the price soon enough for that which she had done. " Foolish child. " The haunting echo left behind but most definitely obscured by the shots ringing out into the nights air.
Crows|Shadow: moved through the shadows quickly with a ominous flowing motion and formed before the Culler called Demoan. Eyes of brilliant yellow would focus upon the demon he was sent to warn. Words of violent whispers flowing over nonexistent lips into the air. " Culler of our kind you have been disturbing balance. Is it not your place to keep this balance? Were you not sent here to retain the stability between planes?" A shadowed hand forms and rises to hold out in-front of her." Then send I the messenger to say this. Stop now or you shall pay the price. Tis the bidding of the dark lords and they become weary of your grotesque emotions."
Demoan|Syndel:stares into the eyes of the creature before her. It had no real form but seemed made of mostly shadow and flowing black liquid. The words spoken falling on deaf ears as she shakes her head." You dont know what is going on. You tell the dark lords I will take this cult of vile down. What they are doing is wrong. False demons is what they create. Forcing changes upon those who were not chosen by fate." She was growing angry and didnt want to waste her time with this discussion.
Crows|Shadow: scoffs at her impudent behavior and once more tried to reason with the female. " You have grown to close to these creatures you protect. Weather you agree or not is in no way important. This operation is by the dark lords approval. You will stop now Culler or become hunted just as you were sent to hunt. Do not push your luck. The council is prepared should you continue." A single black wisping digit points to her as he moves closer. " You are to step down and ignore the actions of the B.O.W. right now!" Violent threads of black liquid slice through the air and curl around the form as it hovers mier inches from her. Though this one was unable to cultivate a Culler. It was indeed his job to pass her the message and try to sway her poor decisions.
Demoan|Syndel:took a long deep breath and sighs as she steps through the figure before her. Safety of both guns clicking off as she marched on to enter the building." Fuck the council. Tell them to take me if they can." She headed towards the front door and kicked it in. Vanishing through it in a hail of gun fire and screaming. Each shot aiming to kill another dirty bastard. The ones responcable for hurting Teela. Maybe Dem had crossed her own lines. Maybe she was to emotionaly attached to people. But in her mind she was doing what she saw as right.
Crows|Shadow: turned to mier mist and fades away into the shadows once again. Finding the message unheeded would only anger the dark lords further. She had been warned without a doubt. She would pay the price soon enough for that which she had done. " Foolish child. " The haunting echo left behind but most definitely obscured by the shots ringing out into the nights air.