The Wall

[raven]

Raven had moved herself on the wall, and walked along it, looking out into the land. The moon made her skin seem to glow, almost in a dangerous way. She was death itself, she was the shadow of darkness. How she got to be so...cruel...was a complete mystery to her but she really didn't care...as long as she could sate her need for blood and and pain...she was fine with it.

[raven]

She slid across the top of the wall, looking down at the village, wondering who she would come across, new faces, old faces...dead faces...She smirked as she walked, somehow the silk she wore was not touched by the dirt she walked upon...giving the apperance of an angel...or a fallen angel at that.

[Marim Mazmo]

Marim was walking past the city walls. It was not a good time to walk in the state he was in. He had been wounded badly after fighting Delacro, Nerull and the Count. He staggered on slowly making his way to the forest where he lived.

His eyes were a blur. And then he saw a girl. Another girl. He had seen many of them in the past few days. But this girl looked different. There was something about her that made him feel like he was not walking on the right path.

[raven]

Raven caught the smell of blood and looked down at him and licked her lips, "You're a river a crimson, how lovely." She kneeled down on the wall, looking down at him, she reached down, able to get some on her fingers and licked it off her fingers slowly, "Mmm still warm too." She smirked coldly, watching him, he was leaving a trail it seemed.

[Marim Mazmo]

Marim looked at what the girl was doing. He could just see it. She was licking his blood. It was sickening. "Where do some people learn to do this? People like you could have chosen a different path." He didn't like what was going on here. He could sense that something bad was happening.

[raven]

She smirked coldly, "Some times our paths are chosen for us." The darkness had chosen her, had made itself apart of her. It was what she was, and she enjoyed every moment of it. She licked the blood off her fingers completely, "Very Warm...right before death hits."

[Marim Mazmo]

Marim looked disgusted at what she was doing. He stepped away from her. It was scaring him very much, this peculiar behaviour of hers. What did she mean by "sometimes our paths are chosen for us." She was very strange and he said,"Will you cease what you are doing? It isn't of a highly noble behaviour."

[raven]

"When you have riches, noble is a given, whether you 'act' it or not." She smirked and continued to lick the blood slowly from her fingers, as if she was enjoying every drop of it. She looked down at him, her eyes were the color of a cold winters night...She stayed kneeling, the thing no man could deny was her beauty, She was as cruel as she was beautiful.

[Marim Mazmo]

"Well noble behaviour is what comes first to the king. But I'm not of noble blood but I've lived in the forest for a long time. And I have friends who are noble,"said Marim,"By the way I am Marim Mazmo of the Morytanians."

[raven]

"The king can burn in hell for all I care." She spoke icily, the shadows on her skin seem to hiss at him and almost seem to lash out toward him, almost touching his flesh. She watched him, her eyes were as cold as ever, he had treated onto dangerous ground, "Raven Nightrose."

[Marim Mazmo]

"And no one insults the kingdom. You look destined to join Delacro. You would make a better apprentice then what he's got at the moment,"said Marim. He looked at her awkwardly and said,"Well if you would stop licking the blood I would be more helpful." A girl like her licking blood was disgusting to Marim.

[raven]

She could care less about what he thought or who he was, "I don't need you're help, or anyone else's help." She leaned down, she could hurt him worse than he already was if he didn't watch himself.

[Marim Mazmo]

"Maybe you can. But maybe you can't too. Its all the matter of skill. I offered you help and you declined. And yet I offer it once more. Do you need help?"asked Marim. He knew she was going to decline again but he still asked again.

[raven]

She blew across her nails, he was an annoying brat, not even worth touching. She just smirked cruely at him and moved across the wall, the shadows around her lashed out at him as she turned away. She had better things to do than to mess with him, why would she need his help?

[Marim Mazmo]

Marim walked away. This conversation shoeuldn't have taken place. There was something about that girl that scared him. She was different. She seemed more like a vampire then human. But then her path had been chosen. Maybe it was her destiny after all. He continued walking until he was out of sight.