Post by Rowan Sibyl Roi on Jan 5, 2017 13:08:36 GMT -5
we are the keepers of their destiny
Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?
As much as Rowan wasn’t certain of the demon Tye’s intentions, she did indeed already plan on taking Ian with her. Ian was a tracker, and damn good tracker when it came down to saving those he cared about. Observing the different faces in the room, Row began making a mental check list on who could go with, and who would be a risk. Kaleb was strong, but Amara wasn’t any mere child. If Amara got even the slightest hint of intimacy between the two, then he would become a target. As much as Kaleb cared, he struggled keeping composure during times of intensity. Pressing her lips tightly together, Rowan knew Tye and Bow certainly wouldn’t be options. They were both unique in their own field, but also slightly off the deep end. Back in the war against the hunters, Rowan remembered the brutality behind their fighting techniques. For as strong as they were, they were also equally reckless. Next her attention was brought to Brennan. There seemed to be an uncertainty that lingered in his eyes, but it wasn’t an uncertainty that couldn’t do it. No. It was more of an uncertainty of should he do it. Taking several steps towards Brennan, Rowan spoke now in a softer tone for only him to hear. “I want you to come with, but only if you feel you are ready.” The words were gentle, enough so that she left him with the option. Everyone had their skeleton in the closet, a demon in their hearts, and the whispers in their head.
Stepping back away from Brennan, back towards the center of the room. “It is always just one more battle. One more lost brother...sister...friend. One more cause to lay our life down for. There is always some other enemy out there threatening our way of life, our families. We have made ourselves so immure to the world around us, but can anyone tell me why? Why we hide in the shadows when the hunters are gone? Why we cowards behind closed doors as others try stealing our home. Our enemies are vagarious, ticking time bombs. They think this makes them strong, being unpredictable, but I say let’s make their vagarious ways turn them weak.” Turning her attention now towards the Kitsune twins, Rowan pressed her lips tightly together in thought. “I won’t let them take you back.” Shaking her head slowly, the thoughts began swarming her mind. “The immortals have been dormant for too long, and now I believe it is time the next generation steps up. We don’t live just to die. As Immortals we die, so then we can truly live.” Smiling towards Kaleb, he returned the gesture with a wink. If anyone truly knew Rowan, it had to be him. As much as he wanted to go, they knew that one had to stay back in case there was a rat.
Giving a gentle nod towards Ian, and Brennan, Rowan made her way now towards the door. It was time to face the chaos that the Phoenix had inflicted. That was until the door opened one last time. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Rowan paused mid-step to observe who was so fashionably late. A sudden surge of excitement coursed through Rowan as she made out the familiar figure. There was so much she wanted to do, so much she wanted to say but instead she managed to maintain whatever composure she had left. “Welcome back BulletProof.” A small smile crossed her lips as she looked at Claire, and then looked back at Ian once more. “Maybe you should tag along, I think there is a lot of catching up to do.” Without giving another option, Rowan allowed a beam of light to wrap around them, teleporting them a couple streets from the Library.
“If talking doesn’t work. If things go South...We get out of there. Remember, We Stay Low, Go Fast. Kill First, Die Last. One Shot, One Kill.” Taking a deep breath, and releasing it slowly from under her breath, Rowan now looked towards the obviously aging library.
Stepping back away from Brennan, back towards the center of the room. “It is always just one more battle. One more lost brother...sister...friend. One more cause to lay our life down for. There is always some other enemy out there threatening our way of life, our families. We have made ourselves so immure to the world around us, but can anyone tell me why? Why we hide in the shadows when the hunters are gone? Why we cowards behind closed doors as others try stealing our home. Our enemies are vagarious, ticking time bombs. They think this makes them strong, being unpredictable, but I say let’s make their vagarious ways turn them weak.” Turning her attention now towards the Kitsune twins, Rowan pressed her lips tightly together in thought. “I won’t let them take you back.” Shaking her head slowly, the thoughts began swarming her mind. “The immortals have been dormant for too long, and now I believe it is time the next generation steps up. We don’t live just to die. As Immortals we die, so then we can truly live.” Smiling towards Kaleb, he returned the gesture with a wink. If anyone truly knew Rowan, it had to be him. As much as he wanted to go, they knew that one had to stay back in case there was a rat.
Giving a gentle nod towards Ian, and Brennan, Rowan made her way now towards the door. It was time to face the chaos that the Phoenix had inflicted. That was until the door opened one last time. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Rowan paused mid-step to observe who was so fashionably late. A sudden surge of excitement coursed through Rowan as she made out the familiar figure. There was so much she wanted to do, so much she wanted to say but instead she managed to maintain whatever composure she had left. “Welcome back BulletProof.” A small smile crossed her lips as she looked at Claire, and then looked back at Ian once more. “Maybe you should tag along, I think there is a lot of catching up to do.” Without giving another option, Rowan allowed a beam of light to wrap around them, teleporting them a couple streets from the Library.
“If talking doesn’t work. If things go South...We get out of there. Remember, We Stay Low, Go Fast. Kill First, Die Last. One Shot, One Kill.” Taking a deep breath, and releasing it slowly from under her breath, Rowan now looked towards the obviously aging library.
“Not Luck, All Skill.”