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Aug 14, 2009 23:09:04 GMT -5
Post by Lady Galadriel on Aug 14, 2009 23:09:04 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Nightfall. The one time of the day that was the most anticipated and the most dreaded in the business of slaying. Under the blanket of night, a lone figure stood, barely visible atop the cliffs. From here, one could see the entire landscape. Every movement around the area, every small detail that you would notice if you were on the same level.
--Under the mask of darkness, the slayer smiled. This job was going to be a cinch - hunt down and kill the rogue then return to the comforts of her apartment. The research she had done provided her with the land's layout and revealed all choke points she could use to corner the undead creature. That way she would be able to prevent the vamp from getting away and calling a few unwanted guests to the party. The rogue's camp had been scouted the day before and every was going smoothly... so far. She had taken every precaution to hide her scent by remaining downwind to ensure a better chance at getting what she wanted. But tonight something in the camp just seemed off. But, a kill was still a kill in her eyes.
--Looking at the path directly ahead, she counted down the minutes. Once the moon went behind the clouds, she would have a total of maybe three to four minutes of darkness from the look of things. She planned on using that time to get across the clearing before the entire area was illuminated once again. She knew her pray was able to see her movement if they were waiting for her but she hoped that she would be able to stay hidden long enough to give them a run for their money.
--Checking her watch a final time, Calla listened to the wind as it rustled the trees around her. It carried with it faint sounds that weren't unfamiliar to the slayer. It was the grunts, groans and... the gunshots of a fight. She was running out of time and that pulled a string of curse from her. The rogue and his companion were already hunting. She was sure of it. She wasn't going to let this one get away so easy.
--She placed her booted foot on the stump's edge, checking the small blade hidden in within the steel toe. It was one of the many concealed weapons Calla carried on her at all times. There was a spring loaded wrist sheath on each arm, a knife in both boot tips, and a brightly polished silver dagger tucked into her boot. A short-bladed sword was sheathed just under the quiver of arrows. She knew it was a bit cliché, a slayer with a sword but it was effective. She knew how to use it and it made for a great final blow to the adversary.
--There was a wide variety of weapons at her disposal. She liked to be prepared. Unlike some slayers, Calla preferred melee combat to a ranged attack. Using a gun was always a last resort and usually always to save a life. She carried only one .9mm Berretta with her with her while she hunted with only two extra clips. Her most prize possession was her precision hunting bow which she kept folded up on her left side. The quiver strapped to her back was filled with solid black arrows.
--Calla pulled back the sleeve of her leather jacket and adjusted the belt to her thin leather pants. The leather, she realized early on in her slaying career, not only repelled the blood but it also gave added resistance against attacks. It rarely tore and that meant less money she had to spend on replacing the rather expensive custom garments. She watched with a sigh as the moon finally crept behind the clouds and gave her the minimal coverage she needed. Staying low to the ground, she sprinted across the clearing. She was almost to the tree line when the first flash lit up the entire area. Athena hid her eyes and listened to the shrieks of pain that resounded through the night.
"What the hell is going on down there?"
[/color]The question was rhetorical as she tried to pinpoint the disturbance. The thought that she was too late was almost as irritating as the shriek she'd hurt moments before and she whispered a string of curses.[/size] --Carefully, she pulled out the solid black BowTech 82nd Airborne bow from her left side holster and quickly assembled the weapon. She tested the tension between the two cams, the wire tension as accurate she could get it. Satisfied, she reached behind her and pulled out two arrows before carefully removing two tips from her belt. As the next flash exploded below her, Calla pinpointed the source as she screwed the tip into place. --The tip was a standard precision hollow tip designed to allow the small glass vial to shatter in the impact. Inside each vial was filled with curare, a quick acting poison that would temporarily disorient the vampire prey. The poison was only active in the blood stream and the small amount in the vial could possibly kill a human. Unfortunately, it would only cause numbness and pain where the arrow struck. Not death. That would just be too easy. It wasn't a perfect system but the poison along with the pain of the wound gave her a chance to get in a few good strikes. --She watched as single form, male from the size, retreat along the side of the cliff. From the way he moved, she could tell he was injured and the vampire was following definitely wasn't human. Standing, she notched the arrow and drew back so her thumb brushed her cheek before she let loose. The arrow soared through the air, almost unseen against the dark terrain and hit its mark. The vampire howled in pain and she smiled. If anything it would grab attention to her and possibly give the wounded man a chance to escape. --Calla sprinted down the path that would lead her to the bottom of the cliff, holding the second arrow notched in her right hand. Several moments later, she reached the bottom of the cliff. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she realized how completely still everything around her and moved along the cliffs face, knowing for certain she hadn't killed the vampire. She watch the surrounding area with a critical eye, her movements smooth and calculated. She was moving almost completely silent until a loud snap of a brittle branch sounded from under her foot as she stepped down. Now there was no chance her position wouldn't be known. Fucking brilliant, Calla, she growled angrily to herself.[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] WORDCOUNT words TAGGED tom LYRICS BY bloc party WEARING blahblahblah CREDIT TO [url= ]ohemgee callie ?! [/url] of caution 2.0![/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Aug 14, 2009 23:11:53 GMT -5
Post by Lady Galadriel on Aug 14, 2009 23:11:53 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Nightfall. The one time of the day that was the most anticipated and the most dreaded in the business of slaying. Under the blanket of night, a lone figure stood, barely visible atop the cliffs. From here, one could see the entire landscape. Every movement around the area, every small detail that you would notice if you were on the same level.
--Under the mask of darkness, the slayer smiled. This job was going to be a cinch - hunt down and kill the rogue then return to the comforts of her apartment. The research she had done provided her with the land's layout and revealed all choke points she could use to corner the undead creature. That way she would be able to prevent the vamp from getting away and calling a few unwanted guests to the party. The rogue's camp had been scouted the day before and every was going smoothly... so far. She had taken every precaution to hide her scent by remaining downwind to ensure a better chance at getting what she wanted. But tonight something in the camp just seemed off. But, a kill was still a kill in her eyes.
--Looking at the path directly ahead, she counted down the minutes. Once the moon went behind the clouds, she would have a total of maybe three to four minutes of darkness from the look of things. She planned on using that time to get across the clearing before the entire area was illuminated once again. She knew her pray was able to see her movement if they were waiting for her but she hoped that she would be able to stay hidden long enough to give them a run for their money.
--Checking her watch a final time, Calla listened to the wind as it rustled the trees around her. It carried with it faint sounds that weren't unfamiliar to the slayer. It was the grunts, groans and... the gunshots of a fight. She was running out of time and that pulled a string of curse from her. The rogue and his companion were already hunting. She was sure of it. She wasn't going to let this one get away so easy.
--She placed her booted foot on the stump's edge, checking the small blade hidden in within the steel toe. It was one of the many concealed weapons Calla carried on her at all times. There was a spring loaded wrist sheath on each arm, a knife in both boot tips, and a brightly polished silver dagger tucked into her boot. A short-bladed sword was sheathed just under the quiver of arrows. She knew it was a bit cliché, a slayer with a sword but it was effective. She knew how to use it and it made for a great final blow to the adversary.
--There was a wide variety of weapons at her disposal. She liked to be prepared. Unlike some slayers, Calla preferred melee combat to a ranged attack. Using a gun was always a last resort and usually always to save a life. She carried only one .9mm Berretta with her with her while she hunted with only two extra clips. Her most prize possession was her precision hunting bow which she kept folded up on her left side. The quiver strapped to her back was filled with solid black arrows.
--Calla pulled back the sleeve of her leather jacket and adjusted the belt to her thin leather pants. The leather, she realized early on in her slaying career, not only repelled the blood but it also gave added resistance against attacks. It rarely tore and that meant less money she had to spend on replacing the rather expensive custom garments. She watched with a sigh as the moon finally crept behind the clouds and gave her the minimal coverage she needed. Staying low to the ground, she sprinted across the clearing. She was almost to the tree line when the first flash lit up the entire area. Athena hid her eyes and listened to the shrieks of pain that resounded through the night.
”What the hell is going on down there?” The question was rhetorical as she tried to pinpoint the disturbance. The thought that she was too late was almost as irritating as the shriek she'd hurt moments before and she whispered a string of curses.
--Carefully, she pulled out the solid black BowTech 82nd Airborne bow from her left side holster and quickly assembled the weapon. She tested the tension between the two cams, the wire tension as accurate she could get it. Satisfied, she reached behind her and pulled out two arrows before carefully removing two tips from her belt. As the next flash exploded below her, Calla pinpointed the source as she screwed the tip into place.
--The tip was a standard precision hollow tip designed to allow the small glass vial to shatter in the impact. Inside each vial was filled with curare, a quick acting poison that would temporarily disorient the vampire prey. The poison was only active in the blood stream and the small amount in the vial could possibly kill a human. Unfortunately, it would only cause numbness and pain where the arrow struck. Not death. That would just be too easy. It wasn't a perfect system but the poison along with the pain of the wound gave her a chance to get in a few good strikes.
--She watched as single form, male from the size, retreat along the side of the cliff. From the way he moved, she could tell he was injured and the vampire was following definitely wasn't human. Standing, she notched the arrow and drew back so her thumb brushed her cheek before she let loose. The arrow soared through the air, almost unseen against the dark terrain and hit its mark. The vampire howled in pain and she smiled. If anything it would grab attention to her and possibly give the wounded man a chance to escape.
--Calla sprinted down the path that would lead her to the bottom of the cliff, holding the second arrow notched in her right hand. Several moments later, she reached the bottom of the cliff. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she realized how completely still everything around her and moved along the cliffs face, knowing for certain she hadn't killed the vampire. She watch the surrounding area with a critical eye, her movements smooth and calculated. She was moving almost completely silent until a loud snap of a brittle branch sounded from under her foot as she stepped down. Now there was no chance her position wouldn't be known.
Fucking great, Calla, she thought angrily. Just bloody perfect.
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Aug 14, 2009 23:12:52 GMT -5
Post by Lady Galadriel on Aug 14, 2009 23:12:52 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Nightfall. The one time of the day that was the most anticipated and the most dreaded in the business of slaying. Under the blanket of night, a lone figure stood, barely visible atop the cliffs. From here, one could see the entire landscape. Every movement around the area, every small detail that you would notice if you were on the same level.
--Under the mask of darkness, the slayer smiled. This job was going to be a cinch - hunt down and kill the rogue then return to the comforts of her apartment. The research she had done provided her with the land's layout and revealed all choke points she could use to corner the undead creature. That way she would be able to prevent the vamp from getting away and calling a few unwanted guests to the party. The rogue's camp had been scouted the day before and every was going smoothly... so far. She had taken every precaution to hide her scent by remaining downwind to ensure a better chance at getting what she wanted. But tonight something in the camp just seemed off. But, a kill was still a kill in her eyes.
--Looking at the path directly ahead, she counted down the minutes. Once the moon went behind the clouds, she would have a total of maybe three to four minutes of darkness from the look of things. She planned on using that time to get across the clearing before the entire area was illuminated once again. She knew her pray was able to see her movement if they were waiting for her but she hoped that she would be able to stay hidden long enough to give them a run for their money.
--Checking her watch a final time, Calla listened to the wind as it rustled the trees around her. It carried with it faint sounds that weren't unfamiliar to the slayer. It was the grunts, groans and... the gunshots of a fight. She was running out of time and that pulled a string of curse from her. The rogue and his companion were already hunting. She was sure of it. She wasn't going to let this one get away so easy.
--She placed her booted foot on the stump's edge, checking the small blade hidden in within the steel toe. It was one of the many concealed weapons Calla carried on her at all times. There was a spring loaded wrist sheath on each arm, a knife in both boot tips, and a brightly polished silver dagger tucked into her boot. A short-bladed sword was sheathed just under the quiver of arrows. She knew it was a bit cliché, a slayer with a sword but it was effective. She knew how to use it and it made for a great final blow to the adversary.
--There was a wide variety of weapons at her disposal. She liked to be prepared. Unlike some slayers, Calla preferred melee combat to a ranged attack. Using a gun was always a last resort and usually always to save a life. She carried only one .9mm Berretta with her with her while she hunted with only two extra clips. Her most prize possession was her precision hunting bow which she kept folded up on her left side. The quiver strapped to her back was filled with solid black arrows.
--Calla pulled back the sleeve of her leather jacket and adjusted the belt to her thin leather pants. The leather, she realized early on in her slaying career, not only repelled the blood but it also gave added resistance against attacks. It rarely tore and that meant less money she had to spend on replacing the rather expensive custom garments. She watched with a sigh as the moon finally crept behind the clouds and gave her the minimal coverage she needed. Staying low to the ground, she sprinted across the clearing. She was almost to the tree line when the first flash lit up the entire area. Athena hid her eyes and listened to the shrieks of pain that resounded through the night.
”What the hell is going on down there?” The question was rhetorical as she tried to pinpoint the disturbance. The thought that she was too late was almost as irritating as the shriek she'd hurt moments before and she whispered a string of curses.
[/size] --Carefully, she pulled out the solid black BowTech 82nd Airborne bow from her left side holster and quickly assembled the weapon. She tested the tension between the two cams, the wire tension as accurate she could get it. Satisfied, she reached behind her and pulled out two arrows before carefully removing two tips from her belt. As the next flash exploded below her, Calla pinpointed the source as she screwed the tip into place. --The tip was a standard precision hollow tip designed to allow the small glass vial to shatter in the impact. Inside each vial was filled with curare, a quick acting poison that would temporarily disorient the vampire prey. The poison was only active in the blood stream and the small amount in the vial could possibly kill a human. Unfortunately, it would only cause numbness and pain where the arrow struck. Not death. That would just be too easy. It wasn't a perfect system but the poison along with the pain of the wound gave her a chance to get in a few good strikes. --She watched as single form, male from the size, retreat along the side of the cliff. From the way he moved, she could tell he was injured and the vampire was following definitely wasn't human. Standing, she notched the arrow and drew back so her thumb brushed her cheek before she let loose. The arrow soared through the air, almost unseen against the dark terrain and hit its mark. The vampire howled in pain and she smiled. If anything it would grab attention to her and possibly give the wounded man a chance to escape. --Calla sprinted down the path that would lead her to the bottom of the cliff, holding the second arrow notched in her right hand. Several moments later, she reached the bottom of the cliff. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she realized how completely still everything around her and moved along the cliffs face, knowing for certain she hadn't killed the vampire. She watch the surrounding area with a critical eye, her movements smooth and calculated. She was moving almost completely silent until a loud snap of a brittle branch sounded from under her foot as she stepped down. Now there was no chance her position wouldn't be known. Fucking great, Calla, she thought angrily. Just bloody perfect.[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] WORDCOUNT words TAGGED tom LYRICS BY bloc party WEARING blahblahblah CREDIT TO [url= ]ohemgee callie ?! [/url] of caution 2.0![/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Aug 14, 2009 23:16:15 GMT -5
Post by Lady Galadriel on Aug 14, 2009 23:16:15 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Nightfall. The one time of the day that was the most anticipated and the most dreaded in the business of slaying. Under the blanket of night, a lone figure stood, barely visible atop the cliffs. From here, one could see the entire landscape. Every movement around the area, every small detail that you would notice if you were on the same level.
--Under the mask of darkness, the slayer smiled. This job was going to be a cinch - hunt down and kill the rogue then return to the comforts of her apartment. The research she had done provided her with the land's layout and revealed all choke points she could use to corner the undead creature. That way she would be able to prevent the vamp from getting away and calling a few unwanted guests to the party. The rogue's camp had been scouted the day before and every was going smoothly... so far. She had taken every precaution to hide her scent by remaining downwind to ensure a better chance at getting what she wanted. But tonight something in the camp just seemed off. But, a kill was still a kill in her eyes.
--Looking at the path directly ahead, she counted down the minutes. Once the moon went behind the clouds, she would have a total of maybe three to four minutes of darkness from the look of things. She planned on using that time to get across the clearing before the entire area was illuminated once again. She knew her pray was able to see her movement if they were waiting for her but she hoped that she would be able to stay hidden long enough to give them a run for their money.
--Checking her watch a final time, Calla listened to the wind as it rustled the trees around her. It carried with it faint sounds that weren't unfamiliar to the slayer. It was the grunts, groans and... the gunshots of a fight. She was running out of time and that pulled a string of curse from her. The rogue and his companion were already hunting. She was sure of it. She wasn't going to let this one get away so easy.
--She placed her booted foot on the stump's edge, checking the small blade hidden in within the steel toe. It was one of the many concealed weapons Calla carried on her at all times. There was a spring loaded wrist sheath on each arm, a knife in both boot tips, and a brightly polished silver dagger tucked into her boot. A short-bladed sword was sheathed just under the quiver of arrows. She knew it was a bit cliché, a slayer with a sword but it was effective. She knew how to use it and it made for a great final blow to the adversary.
--There was a wide variety of weapons at her disposal. She liked to be prepared. Unlike some slayers, Calla preferred melee combat to a ranged attack. Using a gun was always a last resort and usually always to save a life. She carried only one .9mm Berretta with her with her while she hunted with only two extra clips. Her most prize possession was her precision hunting bow which she kept folded up on her left side. The quiver strapped to her back was filled with solid black arrows.
--Calla pulled back the sleeve of her leather jacket and adjusted the belt to her thin leather pants. The leather, she realized early on in her slaying career, not only repelled the blood but it also gave added resistance against attacks. It rarely tore and that meant less money she had to spend on replacing the rather expensive custom garments. She watched with a sigh as the moon finally crept behind the clouds and gave her the minimal coverage she needed. Staying low to the ground, she sprinted across the clearing. She was almost to the tree line when the first flash lit up the entire area. Athena hid her eyes and listened to the shrieks of pain that resounded through the night.
”What the hell is going on down there?” The question was rhetorical as she tried to pinpoint the disturbance. The thought that she was too late was almost as irritating as the shriek she'd hurt moments before and she whispered a string of curses.
[/size] --Carefully, she pulled out the solid black BowTech 82nd Airborne bow from her left side holster and quickly assembled the weapon. She tested the tension between the two cams, the wire tension as accurate she could get it. Satisfied, she reached behind her and pulled out two arrows before carefully removing two tips from her belt. As the next flash exploded below her, Calla pinpointed the source as she screwed the tip into place. --The tip was a standard precision hollow tip designed to allow the small glass vial to shatter in the impact. Inside each vial was filled with curare, a quick acting poison that would temporarily disorient the vampire prey. The poison was only active in the blood stream and the small amount in the vial could possibly kill a human. Unfortunately, it would only cause numbness and pain where the arrow struck. Not death. That would just be too easy. It wasn't a perfect system but the poison along with the pain of the wound gave her a chance to get in a few good strikes. --She watched as single form, male from the size, retreat along the side of the cliff. From the way he moved, she could tell he was injured and the vampire was following definitely wasn't human. Standing, she notched the arrow and drew back so her thumb brushed her cheek before she let loose. The arrow soared through the air, almost unseen against the dark terrain and hit its mark. The vampire howled in pain and she smiled. If anything it would grab attention to her and possibly give the wounded man a chance to escape. --Calla sprinted down the path that would lead her to the bottom of the cliff, holding the second arrow notched in her right hand. Several moments later, she reached the bottom of the cliff. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she realized how completely still everything around her and moved along the cliffs face, knowing for certain she hadn't killed the vampire. She watch the surrounding area with a critical eye, her movements smooth and calculated. She was moving almost completely silent until a loud snap of a brittle branch sounded from under her foot as she stepped down. Now there was no chance her position wouldn't be known. Fucking great, Calla,[/size] she thought angrily.[/ size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] WORDCOUNT words TAGGED tom LYRICS BY bloc party WEARING blahblahblah CREDIT TO [url= ]ohemgee callie ?! [/url] of caution 2.0![/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Aug 14, 2009 23:17:58 GMT -5
Post by Lady Galadriel on Aug 14, 2009 23:17:58 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Nightfall. The one time of the day that was the most anticipated and the most dreaded in the business of slaying. Under the blanket of night, a lone figure stood, barely visible atop the cliffs. From here, one could see the entire landscape. Every movement around the area, every small detail that you would notice if you were on the same level.
--Under the mask of darkness, the slayer smiled. This job was going to be a cinch - hunt down and kill the rogue then return to the comforts of her apartment. The research she had done provided her with the land's layout and revealed all choke points she could use to corner the undead creature. That way she would be able to prevent the vamp from getting away and calling a few unwanted guests to the party. The rogue's camp had been scouted the day before and every was going smoothly... so far. She had taken every precaution to hide her scent by remaining downwind to ensure a better chance at getting what she wanted. But tonight something in the camp just seemed off. But, a kill was still a kill in her eyes.
--Looking at the path directly ahead, she counted down the minutes. Once the moon went behind the clouds, she would have a total of maybe three to four minutes of darkness from the look of things. She planned on using that time to get across the clearing before the entire area was illuminated once again. She knew her pray was able to see her movement if they were waiting for her but she hoped that she would be able to stay hidden long enough to give them a run for their money.
--Checking her watch a final time, Calla listened to the wind as it rustled the trees around her. It carried with it faint sounds that weren't unfamiliar to the slayer. It was the grunts, groans and... the gunshots of a fight. She was running out of time and that pulled a string of curse from her. The rogue and his companion were already hunting. She was sure of it. She wasn't going to let this one get away so easy.
--She placed her booted foot on the stump's edge, checking the small blade hidden in within the steel toe. It was one of the many concealed weapons Calla carried on her at all times. There was a spring loaded wrist sheath on each arm, a knife in both boot tips, and a brightly polished silver dagger tucked into her boot. A short-bladed sword was sheathed just under the quiver of arrows. She knew it was a bit cliché, a slayer with a sword but it was effective. She knew how to use it and it made for a great final blow to the adversary.
--There was a wide variety of weapons at her disposal. She liked to be prepared. Unlike some slayers, Calla preferred melee combat to a ranged attack. Using a gun was always a last resort and usually always to save a life. She carried only one .9mm Berretta with her with her while she hunted with only two extra clips. Her most prize possession was her precision hunting bow which she kept folded up on her left side. The quiver strapped to her back was filled with solid black arrows.
--Calla pulled back the sleeve of her leather jacket and adjusted the belt to her thin leather pants. The leather, she realized early on in her slaying career, not only repelled the blood but it also gave added resistance against attacks. It rarely tore and that meant less money she had to spend on replacing the rather expensive custom garments. She watched with a sigh as the moon finally crept behind the clouds and gave her the minimal coverage she needed. Staying low to the ground, she sprinted across the clearing. She was almost to the tree line when the first flash lit up the entire area. Athena hid her eyes and listened to the shrieks of pain that resounded through the night.
”What the hell is going on down there?”
[/b][/size] The question was rhetorical as she tried to pinpoint the disturbance. The thought that she was too late was almost as irritating as the shriek she'd hurt moments before and she whispered a string of curses. --Carefully, she pulled out the solid black BowTech 82nd Airborne bow from her left side holster and quickly assembled the weapon. She tested the tension between the two cams, the wire tension as accurate she could get it. Satisfied, she reached behind her and pulled out two arrows before carefully removing two tips from her belt. As the next flash exploded below her, Calla pinpointed the source as she screwed the tip into place. --The tip was a standard precision hollow tip designed to allow the small glass vial to shatter in the impact. Inside each vial was filled with curare, a quick acting poison that would temporarily disorient the vampire prey. The poison was only active in the blood stream and the small amount in the vial could possibly kill a human. Unfortunately, it would only cause numbness and pain where the arrow struck. Not death. That would just be too easy. It wasn't a perfect system but the poison along with the pain of the wound gave her a chance to get in a few good strikes. --She watched as single form, male from the size, retreat along the side of the cliff. From the way he moved, she could tell he was injured and the vampire was following definitely wasn't human. Standing, she notched the arrow and drew back so her thumb brushed her cheek before she let loose. The arrow soared through the air, almost unseen against the dark terrain and hit its mark. The vampire howled in pain and she smiled. If anything it would grab attention to her and possibly give the wounded man a chance to escape. --Calla sprinted down the path that would lead her to the bottom of the cliff, holding the second arrow notched in her right hand. Several moments later, she reached the bottom of the cliff. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she realized how completely still everything around her and moved along the cliffs face, knowing for certain she hadn't killed the vampire. She watch the surrounding area with a critical eye, her movements smooth and calculated. She was moving almost completely silent until a loud snap of a brittle branch sounded from under her foot as she stepped down. Now there was no chance her position wouldn't be known. Fucking great, Calla,[/size] she thought angrily. [/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] WORDCOUNT words TAGGED tom LYRICS BY bloc party WEARING blahblahblah CREDIT TO [url= ]ohemgee callie ?! [/url] of caution 2.0![/size][/font][/blockquote]
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