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[The Last flower]

ooh interesting,
I love your writing so much it never gets boring <33

[Wolf Prints]

*Flails* I cant take the suspense!!!

[Night Ember]

Thanks, working on part 10

[Night Ember]

I had to kill Torn, it was only right. It would be a win/win situation. Rage would be happy that I murdered someone, Swift would be with me, and Torn would be put out of her misery. So one day, Torn and I were alone in the woods, "hunting". I suggested that we hunt together and I told her that I found a dragon's nest nearby. If I shredded her body enough, I could convince Swift that the Dragon killed her, and that it was all that I could do to run away. So we are "hunting" for some "Dragons". She asked "So where are the dragons again?" I said "It shouldn't be far now, look over there and see if you can find anything." and she went over to the left silently, only she was be precautious of every spot-except for behind her. My morals came into view just as I was going to kill her. My conscious said You would be killing her in cold blood. Are you really a murderer, Ember? and I was surprised at the last thought. Ember. I had always thought of myself as Fearless Cheetah or Fear, but that was when I was fighting, hunting, or training. I shook away the thought and crept up on Torn. Just as I raised my blade, she turned around. I brought it down hard on her throat, cutting off her scream of terror. I knelt at her body thinking thoughts like What have I done? I killed an innocent Vampyre. and You finally did it, Fear. He's all yours now. Forget about the dead. I walked with Swift as he cried tears of sorrow, which sent pains of guilt through my mind. He didn't know that I killed her and I planned to keep it that way.
The next day, I walked up to Swift and I said "Swift, I want to ask you something. It is very important and I hope you have recovered from Torn's ... accident." He said "Go on, I'm listening." I went on "Swift, would you like to be my... mate?"

[The Last flower]

Awesome so far!

[Night Ember]

Swift looked shocked. He said "I don't know... I'll have to think about it some..." and he dashed off. I was amazed that he didn't say yes. After all, who wouldn't want to lead the Coven with me? But there was another factor making me sad too. I hadn't felt love ever since my last mate, Elliott, died from a Hunter's crossbow. I should know, I was the one holding his bloody hand as he whispered his last words to me, I have the scar on my wrist to prove it all. I always remember him when I see it. It was the first time anyone in the Coven had cried since Ozark's mate, my mother died. I was the one who buried him, I was always brokenhearted ever since. Now I had found someone else, and a thought of betrayal went to me as I looked at the scar on my wrist, the one that had bound me and Elliott. I looked at my right wrist from the Bonding Ritual, the one Ozark had held. Now, if he says yes, I will have to host it. I remembered the words I was going to say, after all, every Bonding Ritual has different words. Swift walked up to me later and he said "Yes, I have decided to become your mate." I was ecstatic. I said "Than follow me. It is dusk, perfect time." He followed me and I said "Have you ever done a Bonding Ritual?" He holds out his wrist and there is no scars at all, just a charcoal mark on his arm made by himself as a sign of a Bonding Ritual. I said "What is the mark for?" and he replies "I wanted Torn and I to become mates, but I couldn't mix her blood after she... died, so I used charcoal to fill in the empty spot." I was astonished, but yet I hated that line. So I took out a knife, thoroughly cleansed, and I cut along the bottom of my wrist, and the spot exactly where the charcoal line was on his wrist. I said "May Rage accept our Bondage of souls and kin, may us live a long, happy life and a peaceful death. May the scars of our togetherness show on our wrists spiritually and physically. Together, forever, until death splits our heart." and our wrists merged where the lines were cut. My wrist started burning there, and I remember my first Bondage Ritual with Elliott. He had 4 or 5 scars on his wrist while I had none. A smooth wrist was a bad one, my father would always say. His wrist had at least 20 lines on it, all looking exactly alike. Rumor had it, that when my father got bored with one of his wives, he would murder them just to get a new one. The Coven members would all believe him when he spoke of their deaths, and he always pawned it on the Hunters. I looked around, and everyone had at least 1 scar on their wrist. I looked at my fresh, new scarred wrist, it seemed to gleam and glow with pleasure. I looked at Swift's arm, and he had his first mark, right over his charcoal fill-in. He was about to grab some coal when I grabbed his arm and said "Do you really think that she would've wanted to be your mate if she died in a Dragon attack? She is smarter than that, and you know it. Maybe she wanted to leave this world. She didn't want to be your mate." He looked at me sorrowfully and he said "You don't know, do you? When she came back, I was going to ask her to be my mate, until she died." A few words slipped out unintentionally, "Then I was right on time." He was astonished. "What did you have to do with the death of Torn!? Tell me, Fear, or I will stop being your mate." I laughed, and I said "It's too late, Swift. The only separation is death, and I don't plan to die. I have nothing to do with Torn's death. It was purely accidental. I was talking my thoughts aloud about another topic." He shook his head and walked away. The feelings I felt before the Bonding Ritual were all gone now. The next part of the rules of leadership was to have an heir, so I described this to Swift. (If you have ever been on a RP forum, than you know what this means)-[fade to black]
I was on a Dragon hunt the next morning when the others on the hunt with me sensed something peculiar in the air. Smoke (Smoking Logs) said "I can feel the Dragon's presence within these woods. Look at the claw marks on this tree, and over there is a pile of Dragon dung. There is a cave nearby, I'm sure of it." So we trekked on, swords drawn, and bows out, until we came to a cave, which reeked of Dragon-scent. Rage said that he had improved my senses, and until now I hadn't expected the power of it. I could smell the Dragon. I walked up to the cave slowly, remembering my training. This was the first Dragon sighted, and it was my first Dragon that I would take down. I hissed softly in the cave and listened to the echoes. I heard the hiss far back, then it stopped and the sound waves didn't reciprocate back to me. There was a Dragon in there, and from the sounds of it, it was far back into the cave and it was asleep. I beckoned for the rest of the patrol to block off the entrance with three guys, and the rest of us, which were 3 people, including me, entered the cave. I saw the bright, emerald-green Dragon lying curled up, like a cat. As it exhaled, a greenish smoke fume came out off it's nostrils. I beckoned the sign for them to be stealthy, and all three of us circled it. I reached up with my sword, Fear, and brought it down on it's front foot. The blade went clean through, and the other three managed to cut it's other feet off, except for it's back leg, which seemed scarred and damaged due to fights. It tried to fly, but it was nearly impossible due to the low walls and sharp stalactites. It just managed to injure itself even more as I climbed it's back and I slit it's throat crudely. I got cut up a little when I climbed it, and as it fell, I fell to the ground and busted my lip, and my nose. I was asked by Smoke if I was alright, and I said "Dragon Hunters get injured, Smoke. I didn't expect this job to be safe." A few other Hunters came with packs for the bones and meat. When we dragged the body to the campsite, the chieftain examined it and said "This is the one we have been looking for, the villagers described this one out to us to kill for some serious coin." We cut off a patch of scales to show them that the Dragon was dead, and the slaves removed the bones from the meat. All of the extra bones are used in armor and weapon making. The scales and the skin is used for the tents and armor. I walked up to Swift and said "I killed that Dragon. It was the first I had killed! Aren't you happy for me?" He just shrugged as he looked into the distance and said "mmhmm... That's nice, I'm going for a walk." I was saddened. It was everything he could do to get away from me. So I walked up to him and backed him against a wall and said "Why are you avoiding me? I didn't kill Torn, and her death was long ago in the past, so what is with you? Ever since the Bonding Ritual, you have been avoiding me like the plague! Please, Swift, I need the old Swift back, not you." I was sobbing. I had never sobbed this hard before. He just sighed and walked away. I knelt down and sobbed harder than any Vampyre had before in the dust that night.

[Night Ember]

I now knew why father had murdered his wives, and now it would be the same, except for one problem, my child. They would be in this world soon, and they couldn't grow up without a father. I had to finish the job before they arrived and I will try to trick them into thinking that my new mate would be their father. I went out and scented Stone by the river. He was at the bend of the river looking at... it couldn't be... Torn's body. He was looking over it for signs of struggle. I immediately ran over to him and I said "Swift, what are you doing!?" He glared at me with tears in his eyes. He answered "I found her body by the river a few days ago. I have been looking for signs of struggle. I found this:" and he pointed to a sword-slashing mark. He looked at me "You killed Torn, just like you killed Stone." I retorted back "How do you know about that!?" He shrugged and he went on "You were the only one with Torn that day. There was no signs of Dragons, I looked. So you lied to me. You killed her." He drew his sword. He said "I am a Coven leader, no? I can kill the murderer right now, and rid the clan of you." He had a crazy look in his eye. This was bothering him. I said "I am on your wrist, Swift. Look at the scar. All of this is over Torn's body. We're Vampyres, Swift. We kill. We are not like the rabbits roaming the plains, no. We are predators. Deal with it." He said "But I loved her, Fear. You killed my loved one." I hissed "So you have no feelings for me? I am still the same Vampyre, Swift. Is she the only one you care about? I bare your child, just remember that. Let me walk and I will spare your life." His eyes glowed. He obviously didn't know. "When?" he asked. I replied "Tomorrow, I can sense it in the air." He nodded and he sheathed his sword, following me into camp. I made sure to kick dust over Torn's body before we left. Swift said nothing about that.
Late at night, I had a restless sleep. The next morning, I stood there, directing a few slaves to build some gallows. Then I went into a cave-[fade to black-different reason, though]
I came out of the cave with a wool blanket wrapped around a small baby boy. Swift ran up to me, and he said "He's got your eyes, you know. But he looks exactly like me for everything else." I handed the child to him, and I said "He will get a name tonight, it's a full-moon. Hopefully it will be a powerful name like mine." I walked up the finished gallows and I said "I will give every trouble maker this punishment. They will hang high until they die. We need an example target. Swift, come up here." Swift looked shocked. I said "I'm not going to hang you, just come up here." He walked up here, handing the chieftain my child. I whispered in his ear "At least not yet, anyway." I beckoned for a slave to come up here, and he did willingly. I said "The first one's blood will be spilled tonight!" and I slipped the rope around his neck and Swift pulled the lever, watching the slave die. Rage watched with pleasure. Swift walked up to me after the ceremony, and he said "I cannot see you kill people every day. Fear, I want to stop being your mate." He said it loud enough for everyone to hear. I said "Very well, then. Wait in the camp beside the gallows, the only separation is death, and you know that." He did as I said and I waited there, sure of what I was going to do.
8 Years later, Swift still hadn't been hanged, and my son, now named Valiant Lion, was 8. He was old enough to watch his father be hanged, after I convinced the village that he killed Torn and mercilessly murdered her slowly and he deserved hanging. When I brought Torn out of the prisoner's tent, I made sure that Valiant was in the front row. Valiant looked like his father, but his eyes were mine. Swift looked at his son, and sorrow clouded his eyes. He screamed "Why is our son here!? He shouldn't have to witness this! Please, guards, send him away." Valiant said "I want to see you die, father." I slipped the noose around Swift's neck and the whole camp cheered. I said "Swift Fox, murderer of Torn. Than he used me as his mate to gain leadership!" The camp crowed "He deserves to hang!" i walked up to Swift and I said "Any last words, Swift Fox, before death do us part?" I used a pun as I smirked. He said "I didn't kill Torn, and your 'grateful' leader is a li-" and I pulled the lever, watching him flail. "Goodbye, Swift Fox. You deserved to die." The camp cheered. I had them under my control now. Valiant walked up to me and he said "Swift said that you killed Torn. Is this true?" I said "No, Valiant, this is as untrue as you can get. I think it's time you got a mentor. After all, you do share my passion for sword fighting. What is your sword's name anyway?" He pulled out his sword, which I recognized very well. "Rage said I should have this. He said it's name was Ripjaw."

[Wolf Prints]

(Jaw drop) Wow! That's awesome! I love it!

[Night Ember]

thanks, part 12 will be coming out soon.

[Night Ember]

I was astonished I said "Ripjaw? Is that it's name?" and my son said "Yeah. Rage told me that you had used it. Now it's my turn." I hadn't seen that sword since the day it disappeared and it was replaced by Fear... That was 9 years ago... I just shook my head and walked away, only to be approached by Rage. He said "Just because we were kicked out of the Council means nothing. We fight again soon. I think 9 years is enough to recover. Meet me tonight by the river."
Later that night, I saw Ashen Sky, Gray Stone, Scarred Beast, and Deadly Nectar. They all looked older. We all stepped into the river-with water, not blood-and we paired up exactly like last time. Ashen Sky tried to bludgeon me again, but I parried her easily. Ever since last time, I had become more advanced and stronger. I struck at her with the speed of a cheetah, fighting for every last breath. I didn't feel the blows she hit me with, they can't stop me. She finally fell over when I cleaved part of her head, in the back where the blood was. She fell unconscious, but I wasn't done. It's her fault that we lost, her fault that Burn died, it's her fault that Envy lives. I tried to bring my sword down upon her, but Rage said "Fearless Cheetah, that's enough. She is out for the night." I snarled at Rage "you, the 'great and holy' Rage himself, denying death?" He retorted with anger "We need all the warriors we can get, Fear. Get back to your senses! Everyone else, continue!" I looked down at Ashen Sky's body, and I picked her up and carried her to the medic. The medic saw all of the bruises and scratches and said "Who did this to her?" I answered "I did. If it wasn't for Rage, she would be dead. We are training." The medic nodded but said nothing as she got some bandages for Ash. I washed off my sword, and I went to my mat to sleep. In my sleep, I dreamed that I was in a Hunter's camp. I was beside of James. He nodded to me, and I felt an emotion that I never had before. He put a finger to his lips and pointed to a sign. It said Biel's Torture Chambers/Prison. I was hoping he was in the prison, but he was making air circles around the "Torture Chambers" part of the sign. He was being tortured. I heard a scream, and I woke up to it. I awoke, and someone was actually screaming. I looked at the gallows, and a spirit-looking creature was there. He looked at me, and a figure of a woman appeared beside of him. They both looked at me and I knew who they were, Torn and Swift. Torn still showed scars of my sword, and Swift had hanging marks around his neck. Torn looked at me and she drew her spectral sword, and charged at me. Swift did the same. Torn's voice went through my head Envy wants you, so you're coming with us I drew out Fear and sliced her, amazed that it went through spirits. She shrieked, and Swift and her disappeared. The sun was barely rising, and I had to clean up the ectoplasm on the ground. I thought about Torn's words, Envy wants you. What was that supposed to mean? Envy wanted me for what? Her army? I bore the mark of Rage on my ankle and on my wrist. Now I knew what Fear meant by "losing the mark". If I joined Envy's army, Fear would die. I would probably get a new name, and a new mark. I looked at my arms and legs, and I saw all of my brands/tattoos/ marks. My arm looked like a guy in a tattoo parlor. Bondage Ritual marks, the branding of Biel, and the mark of Rage was on my arms. I went back to sleep and Stone appeared in my dreams. He said "Why didn't you save me, Ember!? Why did the 'greater good' plan not work!? I am dead because of you!" He grabbed my legs and sobbed "Why didn't you save me, sister!? Why?" I kicked him off and ran for it. I ran through the area and the ground turned to forest, and then it all went off a cliff. I peered down the cliff and saw faces down there, scarlet and it was a lake of souls, writhing and twisting with howls and screams. They were like water. I bit back a scream as i watched the souls shriek and howl with terror and pain. Stone caught up to me, with a knife. I was weaponless. He leapt at me, and he pinned me down. I knew that whatever happened when you slept happened in reality. i didn't want to find out what happened if you died. Stone said "This is the pain that happened to me before I died. Now you will feel the pain." He raised the knife and made a line on my face, like it was a carving. I screamed as I felt the knife sink into me slowly and painfully, like it was on fire. I punched Stone in the gut and threw him off of me. Blood from my wounds spilled down my face and it felt like lava gushing down my face. Stone ran at me, and I ducked and pushed him into the lake of souls. I could hear Stone's screams as the souls devoured his essence. The pit closed up unexpectedly, and a white wolf walked up to me with blue eyes. She was the exact opposite of Rage, and she had a torn ear. She said "Hello Fearless Cheetah, I am Envy, sister of Rage. I believe we haven't met appropriately."