Post by ShadaAntoinette on May 25, 2010 0:32:45 GMT -5
"We are Descendants of the Witches of the House of Tremarlin." Shada told the commander in charge of the volunteers. "And we are Vampiir." He stared at her until she bared her fangs for him to see. "The girl is also part Fallen Angel." She added. Pandora stepped forward to show her fangs and the birthmark common to Fallen Angels, as Azazel had told her when she had first seen the mark on Pandora's inner left wrist. The wing shaped mark was a darker brown than her skin, which confirmed that is was not in fact a tattoo. He looked them both over and nodded before giving them their paperwork and telling them which way to go. Shada had been smart enough to tell him that they were sisters, instead of mother and daughter, which would further help them blend in with the others, at least enough to hide them effectively from Azazel. Breathing a sigh of relief, she kissed her daughter good bye and joined her barracks, which were located on the opposite side of the camp from hers.
The bad part was he had told them in the beginning that they would have to endure two weeks of boot camp, which would ensure that they were in fact Immortal and not Mortals sent to infiltrate them. It would be grueling, but they would be able to do it, she knew that for certain. Both of them were capable of defending themselves, so this would fly by without incident for the two of them. And she hoped they would move on quickly, they were still to close for comfort.
The following two weeks were, quite literally at times, Hell. Every waking moment was spent proving that they were Immortal, and it was tougher than she had thought. Her body ached but she didn't let anyone hear her complain, because that meant weakness, which could have gotten her killed. All ready once this week they had found a Mortal among them, and anyone with heightened senses could have smelled it. But the man had managed to fool everyone for a few days, before his body broke under the tasks he was given. The Generals had publicly killed him, as an example for any others who were hiding in their midst. Shada had shuddered in revulsion as she watched, but said nothing and did nothing but stand beside her barrack- mates and grit her teeth in silence.
But that was short lived. As soon as the two weeks were over, she and the half of her barracks were sent further inland, to the front lines. Conveniently, Pandora was also stationed there, which made communicating with her easier than it had in boot camp. What she didn't know, however, was the fact that she and Pandora would be split up for over a year. The girl and her squad was positioned somewhere to the east of where she was, training more, while her own was busy preparing for an attack. She wanted nothing more than to see her daughter, but she couldn't focus on that, she just couldn't. Besides, when this was all over, she and Pandora were going to make their lives here. Somewhere out here, she wasn't sure yet, and that was what kept her going, if nothing else.
Liir was going crazy with wanting to take over their body, seeing many people around her that piqued her fickle interest. Most of them were male, and demonic in some way, but Shada kept an iron fist over her. She didn't see what good Liir would do here, since this was not a place for such things. And so, with her Succubus pouting inside her, she went on with her preparations. In the short time she had been there, she had been promoted several times, going from a Private, all the way to Corporal. She had been working diligently, trying to be the best she could be. And so far, apparently it was working. Her black uniform bore the pins of her earned rank, and she had control over a squad of her own. And she ruled them, like Liir, with a steel fist. And they were all a good team, working in sync. She had mostly Magick wielders in her group, which was how that worked.
She read the piece of paper in her hands, which was a letter from Pandora. Her face brightened. Only three years later, Pandora was coming back! She would be reunited with her daughter again! She hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket before joining her troops in the mess, for those that did partake of anything at all. And after chatting a bit with the others and feeding, she was ready to go out. They would be leaving in the morning for the front lines. She and her troops would have their third match with the Mortals, and she had to be ready for it.
Dawn had just come, and already she was on a horse, with her troops behind her, heading toward the front lines. The dew was glittering beneath the sun, and she was already sweating beneath her uniform. It wasn't even that hot out, but it seemed that way to her. Years of conditioning had made it easier for her to stay out longer in the sun than she could already, which had been around four or five hours, but now she lasted up to eight without so much as a sunburn.
With eyes glued into the distance, where she was already picking up sights of the fighting, the scent of blood in her nostrils and the sounds of clashing weapons, her heart hardened a bit more. They said war changed a person, and they were right. She doubted that if she and Pandora would ever go back to Azazel that he would no longer have a punching bag. Especially not her. She was a trained killer, in body, souls and mind; nothing phased her anymore.
Approaching, she lifted her arms into the air and called for her troops to stop so she could gain some distance. She wheeled the horse and kicked it into a gallop, charging in. She let the pressure of her Baninae Talents build inside her and waited until the horse was well into the Mortal lines before she let it loose. Shrieking as loud as she could, she managed to take out a few hundred men before her horse went down under swords. Screaming for her men, she told them to attack, which was returned by a loud war cry before she drew her own sword and help take out some more men. The silver mix of her blade screamed against the blades of her opponents, who had thought she was their weak link, since she was a woman, but she merely laughed at them, let Liir partially take over, and slayed them with some blocking, and well-placed slashing movements.
A rather large man came at her with an axe; she kicked him in the gut, when sent him sprawling back into his brethren and turned back to the others who were coming toward her. She slammed her palm into the face of another man, shocking him with her Magick and stabbed another man in the throat, his blood arched , spraying her in the face. She did nothing but laugh, a shockingly loud one and turned again to face her opponents. She was in her element now, and she was free to unleash her fury upon the men who thought to kill her.
She had earned a nickname here as well, ironically the name Banshee, because of her wicked vocal cords that made people explode. She had done nothing but grin at her mates, blood running down her face from the mortals and winked. The Baninae had been aptly named, apparently.
The bad part was he had told them in the beginning that they would have to endure two weeks of boot camp, which would ensure that they were in fact Immortal and not Mortals sent to infiltrate them. It would be grueling, but they would be able to do it, she knew that for certain. Both of them were capable of defending themselves, so this would fly by without incident for the two of them. And she hoped they would move on quickly, they were still to close for comfort.
The following two weeks were, quite literally at times, Hell. Every waking moment was spent proving that they were Immortal, and it was tougher than she had thought. Her body ached but she didn't let anyone hear her complain, because that meant weakness, which could have gotten her killed. All ready once this week they had found a Mortal among them, and anyone with heightened senses could have smelled it. But the man had managed to fool everyone for a few days, before his body broke under the tasks he was given. The Generals had publicly killed him, as an example for any others who were hiding in their midst. Shada had shuddered in revulsion as she watched, but said nothing and did nothing but stand beside her barrack- mates and grit her teeth in silence.
But that was short lived. As soon as the two weeks were over, she and the half of her barracks were sent further inland, to the front lines. Conveniently, Pandora was also stationed there, which made communicating with her easier than it had in boot camp. What she didn't know, however, was the fact that she and Pandora would be split up for over a year. The girl and her squad was positioned somewhere to the east of where she was, training more, while her own was busy preparing for an attack. She wanted nothing more than to see her daughter, but she couldn't focus on that, she just couldn't. Besides, when this was all over, she and Pandora were going to make their lives here. Somewhere out here, she wasn't sure yet, and that was what kept her going, if nothing else.
Liir was going crazy with wanting to take over their body, seeing many people around her that piqued her fickle interest. Most of them were male, and demonic in some way, but Shada kept an iron fist over her. She didn't see what good Liir would do here, since this was not a place for such things. And so, with her Succubus pouting inside her, she went on with her preparations. In the short time she had been there, she had been promoted several times, going from a Private, all the way to Corporal. She had been working diligently, trying to be the best she could be. And so far, apparently it was working. Her black uniform bore the pins of her earned rank, and she had control over a squad of her own. And she ruled them, like Liir, with a steel fist. And they were all a good team, working in sync. She had mostly Magick wielders in her group, which was how that worked.
She read the piece of paper in her hands, which was a letter from Pandora. Her face brightened. Only three years later, Pandora was coming back! She would be reunited with her daughter again! She hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket before joining her troops in the mess, for those that did partake of anything at all. And after chatting a bit with the others and feeding, she was ready to go out. They would be leaving in the morning for the front lines. She and her troops would have their third match with the Mortals, and she had to be ready for it.
Dawn had just come, and already she was on a horse, with her troops behind her, heading toward the front lines. The dew was glittering beneath the sun, and she was already sweating beneath her uniform. It wasn't even that hot out, but it seemed that way to her. Years of conditioning had made it easier for her to stay out longer in the sun than she could already, which had been around four or five hours, but now she lasted up to eight without so much as a sunburn.
With eyes glued into the distance, where she was already picking up sights of the fighting, the scent of blood in her nostrils and the sounds of clashing weapons, her heart hardened a bit more. They said war changed a person, and they were right. She doubted that if she and Pandora would ever go back to Azazel that he would no longer have a punching bag. Especially not her. She was a trained killer, in body, souls and mind; nothing phased her anymore.
Approaching, she lifted her arms into the air and called for her troops to stop so she could gain some distance. She wheeled the horse and kicked it into a gallop, charging in. She let the pressure of her Baninae Talents build inside her and waited until the horse was well into the Mortal lines before she let it loose. Shrieking as loud as she could, she managed to take out a few hundred men before her horse went down under swords. Screaming for her men, she told them to attack, which was returned by a loud war cry before she drew her own sword and help take out some more men. The silver mix of her blade screamed against the blades of her opponents, who had thought she was their weak link, since she was a woman, but she merely laughed at them, let Liir partially take over, and slayed them with some blocking, and well-placed slashing movements.
A rather large man came at her with an axe; she kicked him in the gut, when sent him sprawling back into his brethren and turned back to the others who were coming toward her. She slammed her palm into the face of another man, shocking him with her Magick and stabbed another man in the throat, his blood arched , spraying her in the face. She did nothing but laugh, a shockingly loud one and turned again to face her opponents. She was in her element now, and she was free to unleash her fury upon the men who thought to kill her.
She had earned a nickname here as well, ironically the name Banshee, because of her wicked vocal cords that made people explode. She had done nothing but grin at her mates, blood running down her face from the mortals and winked. The Baninae had been aptly named, apparently.
