The Swarm // Corey

[Kaliska Eyota Stonesoul]

[atrb=cellspacing, x,true][atrb=border,0,true][classy=fuckyeah][classy=opa]is this the end of the world?[/classy][/classy][classy=images] [classy=opa][/classy] [/classy][classy=codingisfun]Kaliska was in trouble. She was never one to openly admit such a thing to herself, or indeed to anyone else. She was a warrior, powerful, strong, wild at heart. She needed no one – and she could care for herself. But there was no two ways about it – no matter how she looked at the situation she was in – there was no positive spin. No chance of optimism. Things were bad, and they were only getting worse. Her body ached, her muscles burned, and her vision was slightly blurred. A fine sweat clung to her brow, and her breath came in short, sharp bursts, shallow in her lungs, a rising pain running up through her chest with each rise and fall. Her palms had been chaffed and bitten by the grip of her own weaponry, and her tomahawks sat heavy in her hands, and even lifting them to defend herself seemed like too much effort. They had surrounded her, their malformed bodies in a circle about her, blocking any chance of escape. No matter where she turned, and turn she did, they were blocking her path, long, pointed, taloned fingers pointing toward her. Her reflection danced in their swollen red eyes, and she knew that even should she be able to best a few in combat, their sheer numbers would overwhelm her eventually. She had taken down a score – but more came – untroubled by her previous efforts. They had pushed her back, further and further, until she had no place left to run. And now – trapped – they would eventually overcome her. It was only a matter of time – and as she knew herself, knew her limits - it would be sooner rather than later. She hadn't prepared as she usually did. She had no plan. No aid. She lacked her ancestors guidance. She hadn't had time to meditate. No-one knew where she was, and no one would come for her. They had found her, swarmed her, and worst, surprised her. In blind desperation, she had fought wildly, and while her survival had been paramount – and indeed initially successfully preserved – she had only been dealing with the immediate threat. She was only human, and the Stonesoul, however skilled, could only do so much. Each wave she dealt with she had thought was the last, and as each new group had appeared, her resolve grew weaker. No matter how many she cut down, more showed, the droning buzz echoing from their faces near deafening. Kaliska could see no end in sight, and it weighed heavy on her heart. But she was proud. She was strong. And she would not die easily. She would not disgrace her family, her name, her ancestors. She would not let them over come her without a fight – and when the time came, she would meet death face to face – calm and serene – and accept her fate like the truest of warriors. Raising to her full hight, wincing and attempting to ignore the pain that flooded her, she said a silent prayer to the spirits of her family. Shaking her head, trying to move her long black locks from her face, she rolled her shoulders, and did her utmost to calm her heart beat. She had to be focused. Turning in a slow circle, she swung her ancestral weapons about her hands, spinning them expertly, their steel-coated tips cutting the air with a set of soft 'whooses'. She fixed her narrowed eyes on each and every enemy, almost challenging them to rush her. Challenging them to make the first move. Have at me, demons. Her thoughts echoed about her head, a silent taunt. If they would only make the first move... Only moments later, one of the creatures broke from their fixed circle, sprinting at her with surprising vigour. Yet one on one, Kaliska knew she had the advantage. Her reach was better, her skills had been better honed, and these people, infected with the demonic spirits of the wasp, were following one set of commands – those coming from their hive. Side stepping, she spun around the body rushing at her, neatly turning and swinging her weapons at the same time. They connected with the back of the creature's head, dropping it instantly, a wash of warm blood spurting from the gashes when she removed her weapons. Despite the display – not one of its companions seemed troubled. They barely noticed the beings demise. It was – no doubt – just a sacrificial assault in order to gauge how strong she still was. She hoped, somewhat desperately, that she appeared stronger than she felt. When three charged forward in unison, it was apparent that she didn't. Swinging her tomahawks, she moved forward to meet them, eyes analysing their every movement. One was slightly ahead of the others, and appeared top heavy. Ducking as she jogged, she brought on of the bladed axe heads forward, cracking it hard against the foremost monster's shin. It dropped like a falling stone, the bone snapping and breaking, poking through flesh. But no sound of pain escaped it's lips – not that she had time to care. The two remaining were almost on her. Throwing herself forward, she planted a foot firmly on one of the two, and used the leverage it offered to spring powerfully toward the other. Momentarily stunned, the acting spring board was too slow to grab her. She quite literally flew for a moment- gathering momentum – and in those few airborne seconds, she re-adjusted herself and her tomahawks, aiming both blades at the secondary creature's neck. When they collided, the beast, a misshapen human with twisted features, bearing the visage of a wasp's face, pincers about it's mouth and teeth, small antenna poking from it's forehead, swung for her. It's fingers, blackened and transformed into long, thin needles, whistled past her, catching her arm and tearing the fabric of her leather jacket. She cried out in pain as she felt the points bite into her flesh. In return, her axe-heads – strengthened by her jump and the pull of gravity – cut not only into the tissue about his spine, but straight through it. Both bodies collapsed to the floor with a gentle thud, Liska's rolling a way a little, the beast's head following soon after – leaving it's spasming, writhing body alone. Not having time to recover, she pushed herself to her knees, her knuckles against the floor. Two were down – one was left - at least of those that had rushed her. Her vision swam – the toxin in the stingers of the demon's fingers coursing through her blood stream. A powerful paralytic – she didn't know if the scratch would render her useless in seconds, minutes, or if it would merely hamper her co-ordination. Not that she had time to think for too long – no matter the outcome. She had to keep fighting. The remaining warrior was already lurching towards her, bearing down on her as the others in the circle watched on. Pushing herself from her knees to her feet, she stumbled forward a little, the world spinning about her. Using her good arm, she twirled one of her weapons about, lifted it up over her shoulder, and hurled it toward the attacker. It spun through the air with some force, and buried itself in it's forehead – between its red, bulbous eyes. The sound of it cracking skull was a soft 'thud', similar in sound to an axe chopping into wood. Her opponent dropped instantly, dead before he hit the ground. Stumbling forward, Liska moved to retrieve her weapon. With only one, especially made to fit her weaker arm, she was at a greater disadvantage than she had been moments previously. She made it no more than two steps. A hand on her shoulder pushed her to her knees, and before she could even turn to see what had grasped her, she felt a sharp, jabbing pain drive into her neck. Calling out, she felt her body instantly tensing and going slack. Her muscles refused to respond to her brains commands – and she flopped forward, rolling onto her back. About her, she felt the swarm closing in, and she could do nothing but stare at the darkening sky through the canopy of leaves above her – at least the forest would be her final resting place. She closed her eyelids, letting them flutter for a moment, and took a deep breath. She had accepted her fate...[/classy][classy=infoandshit]tagged - corey words – too many notes – sorry! i got carried away setting the scene x.x[/classy][classy=credityo]created by NIKKI of BTN and OTE[/classy] [newclass=fuckyeah]width: 326px; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 2px; text-align: center; font: 30px georgia; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: -13px; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=opa]opacity: .6;[/newclass][newclass=codingisfun]width:320px; height: 200px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=images]width: 320px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=infoandshit]width:320px; height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; font-size:10px; text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=credityo]width:320px; height: 10px;border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; font-size:10px; text-align:center;[/newclass]

[COREY Z. GREENE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Corey felt somewhat bored as he spent his time on the Earth. There were so many people he wished to go and visit again, though he was not a rule breaker and accepted the fact he was simply a viewer of the world. He really wasn’t supposed to participate in it, rather watch it and protect the people that needed protecting. At the moment, the Elder had only given him one charge due to his newness, which he had fully accepted and determinedly promised to keep safe. However, three months into living on the lively planet had only caused boredom; his charge was quite alright as far as he was concerned. The whole aspect of dying and coming back as a whitelighter had him reeling at first, though Corey had managed to get used to it in a way. He enjoyed the extra benefits he got, though the fact he couldn’t exactly visit his mother was extremely excruciating. Still, like a good boy, Corey behaved himself and only socialized with humans he was a hundred percent sure he most likely wasn’t going to see again. Really, it was quite difficult to socialize with humans anyhow due to his intimidating size and scrunching gaze. The boy really couldn’t help it, he had even had the “gaze” as a child, or so his mother had one day told him. The fact of his death was not something sad for him really, it was just the thought of his mother suffering so much. Corey knew he had done the right thing however, if he was some kind of guardian angel now. Somewhere in his life, he must’ve gone right. As a kid, dying seemed like a thing so far away from where he was. You were supposed to die when you got old, yet, he had died at the tender age of twenty four. Now, he simply just stuck there. Though, Corey had been pretty sure he would’ve gotten eternal peace. It had taken him at least seventy two hours to realize he was dead, and then another sum of hours to realize he was now returning back to Earth to go act like a human. In some ways, it wasn’t exactly fair seeming as he had lived his life and was done. Though, in Corey’s mind, becoming a type of hero again seemed like a new type of heaven for him. Except in this one, he was invincible and able to save them with no risk. Still, the only knowledge Corey had on his assumed charge was that her full name was ‘Kaliska Eyota Stonesoul’, a picture of her forever ingrained into his mind and that she was indeed a female. He was somewhat curious about her, but the boy refused to go and spy on her or something related till she truly needed his help. From the time he had received the information about her to this very moment, he had no feeling or whatever he was supposed to feel of the thought that she was in any kind of trouble. Some moments, Corey felt dangerously impulsive and wanted to transport over to see how she was doing, but he was quite certain there were no technical difficulties with his whitelighter powers. After all, he had never heard of angel’s having any difficulties with their powers, but then again he hadn’t really known anything about the supernatural world before his untimely death. Corey sat insanely still as he stared insistently on the cars passing by outside his house’s windows. He did own a house, at least for the time being as he was a whitelighter. No job whatsoever, the elders were the ones that really arranged all the living details and so. Surprise uncharacteristically lit the boy’s face as a headache loomed through his head, it pounded harder with every second causing a sigh to grow from his lips. He thought the headaches stopped after death. Corey froze a second, holding his breath. He wasn’t supposed to get headaches. His charge was in trouble, and he was sitting here complaining about the signal as she probably was dying. Immediately, his still built figure bounced up, spurting into a white, fiery orb going at intense speed. Corey made it in no time flat to the forest area where he saw the familiar human being attacked by the most gruesome looking creatures that ever managed to grace his eyes. He winced a few, thinking hard and fast about what to do. He had already decided fighting against them would most likely go against his whitelighter code, but what was he to do? Corey had a few more seconds of brainstorming before thinking quickly on something. His face in pure focus mode, went to the unconscious looking girl in front of him as he powerfully started an extremely shiny light. It cast toward the wasp looking devils and managed to blind them in their screams to shield their eyes. In the few moments he had, Corey slipped his muscular arms gently underneath the girl’s body and focused. It took a bit more energy than usual to transport him and another though he did so fast and to the first place that popped into his head. He ended up transporting the girl to his moderate sized house, though she hardly looked like she belonged in such a tame place. The boy carried her the rest of the way to the guest room bed and laid her swelling body down against the soft sheets. He looked deeply at her unconscious face, curious as to seeing his charge for the first time in real life. Then, Corey got to healing, slowly he laid his hand softly against her arm, and shot energy through him into the girl. He focused on her and the wounds she had were slowly starting to disappear.

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[Kaliska Eyota Stonesoul]

[atrb=cellspacing, x,true][atrb=border,0,true][classy=fuckyeah][classy=opa]is this the end of the world?[/classy][/classy][classy=images] [classy=opa][/classy] [/classy][classy=codingisfun]Kaliska's world was black. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes, and her limbs seemed completely unresponsive. She couldn't feel her own body, and sounds from the world outside her head, outside her own conscious, seemed to come and go – getting louder and quieter – swimming about her mind as if she was tapped underwater – as if she was drowning. She no longer had any sense of time, no knowledge of where she was. All she knew, in her heart of hearts, is that she knew she was going to die. It had already begun. She wondered if it would hurt. She wondered that, even if paralysed and mentally absent, it would hurt when they took her life. She wondered how they'd do it. Would they pull her to pieces? Tear her limb from limb? Would they devour her? Or would they torture her, let her bleed, let her paralysis over come her? Would she feel anything? Oddly enough, she wasn't afraid. She knew that one day she would die. She had always known that she would not grow old, not live to marry, not live to have children. She wouldn't perish in her bed, old and frail, wrapped in blankets. No – that was not the life she was to have. She was a warrior – a spirit warrior no less. She was raised to fight, to kill, and she would die on the battlefield, die in combat. She would make her ancestors proud of her – and she would join them in their afterlives, aiding those that would follow in her footsteps. A Stonesoul was never afraid. She had no idea how long it was she was laid there in complete darkness, the pitch black caused by her own body's failure. All she could do was wait. She was just waiting...waiting to pass on...waiting for her spirit to be ready to depart – for it to leave its mortal prison, and be free once more – return to the natural world in which it truly belonged. And it came with a bright, pure, warming light. It was so soft at first, a mere flicker, like a waning candle in the darkness in which she lay. But it grew, slowly but surely it grew. It got brighter, hotter, until it was so blinding that no darkness could even exist. Shadows were vanquished in their entirety, and Kaliska could do nothing but want to be apart of it – to join with that light – giving it everything she had. Could she have smiled, she would have. Bliss surrounded her, and it was like she felt as though she was flying. Nothing bad existed – and she couldn't have cared if it did. She had all she needed – that perfect light. She couldn't dream, couldn't think – and she welcomed her death. She knew, finally, that it was over. Hours later, Kaliska's eyes fluttered open. Blinking, wincing, she struggled to focus on the sights about her, and her vision swam. Her head pounded, and she realized that she could feel again. And not just her headache. Her limbs ached, felt stiff, but they responded. She could feel her fingers wiggle on command, felt her fist clench. She parted her lips a little, and air filled her lungs. She coughed, she spluttered, and bolted forward, gasping. It was as if her body – so accepting of death – had stored up every pain that she'd felt in that fight, only to unleash it upon her now she'd woken. A small cry left her lips, and confusion flooded her. Her eyes darted left and right – taking in what was about her. She was in a bedroom, laid upon a double bed. Or at least that is how it appeared. The décor was far finer than what she was used to, and for a moment she wondered quite how she'd ended up where she had. And then her eyes fell upon him. A man, no older than her, sat just off to the side of the bed, his hands on her arm. Blinking for a moment, she looked about her for a weapon, but found none. Thus – with her free hand she reached behind her, picked up a pillow from behind her, and swung it hard at the other's face. “Who are you?!” she managed as she swung, her voice a little raspier than normal due to her near-death experience. She swung again as she continued to speak – not even checking if her first blow had connected. “Where am I? What...what is this place?!” [/classy][classy=infoandshit]tagged - corey words – too many notes – take the pillow like a man![/classy][classy=credityo]created by NIKKI of BTN and OTE[/classy] [newclass=fuckyeah]width: 326px; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 2px; text-align: center; font: 30px georgia; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: -13px; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=opa]opacity: .6;[/newclass][newclass=codingisfun]width:320px; height: 200px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=images]width: 320px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=infoandshit]width:320px; height: 20px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; font-size:10px; text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=credityo]width:320px; height: 10px;border: 0px solid #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; font-size:10px; text-align:center;[/newclass]

[COREY Z. GREENE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Transforming and transporting were both quite strenuous things for the young whitelighter, yet weirdly enough, Corey seemed to feel free at the same time. The feeling was easy to be called peaceful nearly, though after the light filled moment was over, he would be breathing hard. It didn’t really matter to him for as far as he was concerned his life was limitless. He couldn’t really be affected by anything, though his charge was most certainly able to get hurt. Corey had already suffered his death and had moved on, though he really wished there was some way the girl in his arms was able to be impervious to harm as well. He frowned as he realized that if that were true, there would be no reason for his little existence. Within the past days, the blonde had found himself only in the company of himself. While this was what was supposed to be, Corey had realized quite well he possessed the same feelings he had when he was still alive. The boy could most certainly become lonely, sad or angry even though he rarely was. He still had his measured way of handling things and the determined glance he almost always carried around. The only thing he had seemed unable to feel however anymore was love. Still, the very thing hadn’t managed to grace his mind past his deep love for his family and interests. At the current time, Corey was pretty sure he’d never get to experience the love written and sung about. The thing the whole world was trying to find seemed to have escape him entirely and even if it did manage to enter his mind, the boy was rather determined to have all his focus on keeping his charge safe and doing his job. It was highly unlike Corey to be distracted by anything, though he had times where there was another thing pulling him away from his duties. After dying and technically coming back to life, Corey was quite sure there would be no distractions. He winced however as the realization of his breakage of the rules came to be apparent. Obviously, Corey realized he would have to explain to his charge about how he came to be able to transport her and save her. He doubted he could make up something that she would believe about that one, due to the fact nothing could have gotten them from the forest to his house in a matter of seconds. Nevertheless, he would try his best, not that it was in his nature to lie. Finally arriving in the house, Corey held the woman’s body securely as he speed walked up to the guest room. Even walking that fast, the man was able to keep his unnatural gracefulness. Kaliska barely weighed a thing in his arms, and Corey realized the whitelighter powers had made him somewhat stronger than his already strong fireman self. A half worried look settled on his face as his blue orbs looking over her swollen body. He would have to hurry before she died, as that would definitely ruin his chances of being a good guardian. The woman looked pretty bad as he laid her against the soft white sheets of the full sized bed. Then, warm fingers settled on the woman’s arm as he focused. He could feel the energy blazing inside him cascading out through his hand and filling her body with the promise of health. Corey watched as her wounds begun to heal nearly like magic and a small smile lit up his features. Kaliska Stonesoul would be all right. He was happy to see that he had not been too late. As her eyes fluttered open, Corey frantically for once searched for a story to use in his defense and hopeful cover. He doubted she would believe it, though perhaps he could convince her that he had taken a while to get back. Her wince made the man’s smile grow little wider along with the small movement of her fingers. She was coming back. While he had known he had the ability to heal, there was nothing like seeing or feeling it being done before his very eyes. The girl coughed, a sound so humanlike, it took a while for him to acknowledge he was actually in contact with one after so long. His fingers managed to stay on her arm as she bolted forward. Sympathy fluttered into Corey’s eyes as a small cry emitted from her mouth. He could understand her utter confusion, though she would be quite all right soon or so he hoped. He watched patiently as her eyes found their way over to him and then she reacted so surprisingly, he didn’t even have the second to blink an eye. The woman smashed him with a pillow, and yet he didn’t feel anything, Corey staggered back, losing his healing touch. Gently, Corey grabbed the pillow, giving the woman a kind look before answering her frantic questions. “My name is Corey.” He hesitated and realized he wouldn’t be able to tell her anything other than the truth if he was to continue healing you. “Just take a deep breath and calm down. You are in my house, somewhat of a haven for you.” he sighed as he thought about how he was going to explain it all to her. “Kaliska Eyota Stonesoul. You have been assigned my charge to protect and right now, I need to heal you. If you could sit still, perhaps I could finish what I was doing and then you wouldn’t be feeling all the pain you’re feeling right now.” Corey said it sternly, though his voice held pity for the woman. There would be no doubt she would have questions. OOC: Sorry it's a bit rough... Just getting back in rping. xD

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