guarded

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

On the run. Hadn't he been on the run for most of his life? Yes. He had been. A chill ran the length of the hybrid's spine, brown eyes flickering to and fro as he shifted on the branch he was perched on. Blood red wings flicked behind him, quickly folding before any feathers could dislodge and give away his position. Paranoid? Yes. Very. But when you had vampires after you all the time, you'd be paranoid too. His blood was rare, very rare, and his head was wanted on a silver platter. He was a rare crossbreed, angel and vampire. Even rarer, was that he wasn't a child of Tefached, the vampire that spawned almost every angel vampire hybrid. He aligned himself with his angel side, which put him even more on a list of wanted deaths. He'd been hunted for as long as he could remember, and he didn't even know the faces of his parents. Just the face of a kindly immortal that had cared for him and took care of him like he was their own child. At least..up until that night. The night where it all went wrong.

He was only a teenager when it had happened. All the blood and screams, the pain of his chest being clawed into. And the caregiver than had given their life after giving him one instruction....run. He had run. With tears in his eyes and blood pouring from the claw wounds on his chest, he had run. He was only fifteen when it had happened. Now he was eighty three, but he looked no older than twenty three. A shiver rolled up his spine, his body shifting on the branch as his head looking around, the black hair framing his angular face before he exhaled with a relaxing sigh. He thought he'd heard something, but the only thing his keen eyes could catch was a small animal walking in what seemed like an empty wooded area of the park. The sigh slipped from his lips, and his bloody red wings tucked closer to his back as he shifted a little, eyes flickering as he adjusted himself on the branch. He would have to move soon. He'd already lingered a little too long in this place, and he always had to move. From place to place to place. All the time. It was his life, but there wasn't much of a life to have when you were a fugitive.

A chill crawled up his spine, and those keen eyes darted from left to right, carefully observing his surroundings before he slid from the branch, landing on his feet silently. A sigh left his lips and his fingers ran through his hair, his wings keeping close to his body out of defense and out of a camouflage reflex. Without his wings, he looked human and was less likely to draw attention to himself. Besides, blood red wings usually threw up alarm bells, even in other hybrids. Being an angel vampire hybrid definitely had its downsides.

Cautiously, Koltin stepped down the path, his hands slipping into the pockets of his ripped jeans, his shirt fluttering a little in the spring wind. It was already getting dark, and Kolt knew he had to find a place to hole in for the night, because night was when the monsters came out to find him. Sometimes he could catch a break during the day, and he was less paranoid...but there was still the fact there were other vampire angel hybrids out there that followed Tef's orders. He knew that. A soft scowl came to his lips and he shook his head, shaking off the shiver that rolled up his spine.

( NOTES ) ehh. not the best. but blah.
( TAGGED ) up for grabs?

[tobias avedis baker]

The young hybrid’s wings flapped as hard as they could, hauling his too-skinny body away from the demon chasing him, chancing a glance behind his shoulder with a frightened squeak. He’d stumbled upon the sleeping demon by accident, waking it up in the process, and now he was hauling ass in an attempt to get away. His darkly tinted wings pulled close to his body as he sloped into a steep dive, zigzagging between the trees of the park as his heart seemed to thunder in his ears. He had to get away – he didn’t know how, but the demon was catching up, and wasn’t letting up. His teeth gritted as he focused – he had one chance for this, so he better do it right.

His wings flared, slowing him down before he hit the ground on purpose, rolling and ignoring the ache of bruising muscles as he quickly shifted into a hawk, hopping into the shelter of a small hollow tree trunk and watching the demon breeze by. His feathers bristled fearfully as he pressed himself back against the tree bark, his amber predator’s eyes peering out into the light before he exhaled in relief. He’d been almost certain the demon would hear his heart beating – but somehow he’d gotten away without being noticed.

It took a half hour for him to work up the courage to emerge from his hiding place though, slipping out of the small crack and focusing everything on turning back to his (mostly) human form, giving a small smile of relief when it actually worked. His red-tipped wings fluttered as he pulled his pants back on, deciding that this part of the park would be fine to go shirtless in – there was no one around to see the extensive burn scars on his torso or the black and red wings that emerged from his back. Quietly he shoved his shirt into the small backpack he had dropped when he shifted, the same pack that carried his pencils, notepad, and a small bit of food as well.

He was wrong though, he realized as his head snapped around at the sound of footsteps, freezing up like a deer in the headlights. It was getting dark – chances were, whoever it happened to be wasn’t a friend. He turned to run, glancing over his shoulder to look for whoever it was a few feet down the path, slamming into something solid with a startled sound. His wings fluttered as he fell backwards, his eyes wide and frightened as he gazed up at whoever it was before sitting up, his fingers hurriedly beginning to sign ‘sorry’ over and over, his distress evident as he hid his wings against his back. This was not good – what if whoever it was saw his wings? Suddenly he squeaked and flushed brightly, his arms crossing over his chest in a futile attempt to hide the scars – he hated people seeing them.

STATUS # finished!
FEATURING # koltin valentine
OUTFIT # coming!
NOTES # well they've met now xDDD
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

The darker it got, the more on edge Kolt got, his muscles tightening as his head turned to and fro. Panic started to roll over him in steady waves at how calm the night seemed - like the calm before a storm - and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end in reaction to it. He frowned and quickly walked, moving a little faster, feeling his wings itching to emerge so he could fly, but if he did that, chances were that he'd be caught before he could get far enough up in the air. He just had that damned thought that there were eyes watching him, and he couldn't shake it off.

The frown creased his lips and Kolt picked up his brisk walk, his eyes roaming around before he was suddenly slammed into, making him stagger backwards and he flailed to catch his balance, immediately baring fangs as his wings remained hidden, giving the image he was a full blown vampire instead as he snarled. It would usually drive people off, though he detested his blood sucking half with a passion. A rumbling growl left his lungs before his eyes caught the sight of someone on the ground, and wings caught his attention, as well as frantic hand movements. The frantic movements caused the growl to die on his lips, and Kolt's nose wrinkled, as well as his brows as he stepped back, keeping his wings tucked close to himself, just in case. In a world like this, no one could be trusted. He hadn't even really noticed that the other male was shirtless, and he took a step back, on edge and tensed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his body still tensed as his brows furrowed more, and he growled to himself, at least taking enough sense to stop baring his fangs like a rabid animal. His arms tensed, muscles rippling under tattooed skin, yet another thing he had taken in an attempt to hide himself. It sort of worked. In this new modern age, tattoos were accepted, and it was easier to blend into a crowd. Wary eyes focused on the other male while his flighty tendencies started to grab a hold of him, his mind screaming at him to run. That it was a trap. The wariness and fear was evident, as his body trembled and his wings started to flutter, emerging rapidly, the bloody red appendages giving a few flaps of agitation.

( NOTES ) -kicks post- e.e
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[tobias avedis baker]

He flinched backwards at the stranger's snarl as he caught sight of the fangs, internally panicking as his fingers kept up the frantic motions. He knew it probably wouldn't help - very few people seemed to know sign language, and this person seemed to be no exception. He carefully reached out to snag his bag, trying to keep his chest covered with his arms as he slowly pulled his notepad out of his backpack, along with a cheap bic pen. 'You don't know sign language, do you?' He wrote on the page as neatly as he could, his hazel eyes wide as he looked at the... vampire? who didn't seem to be like a normal vampire. Then again, maybe he was a hybrid - it was still light enough that most vampires weren't out and about, unless they were the ridiculously old ones who had that built-up immunity to the sun or whatever it was. This one looked too young to be one of them though - while immortals aged rather slowly, eventually they did show signs of aging, and vampires old enough to walk in the sun definitely showed those signs.

He squeaked when he caught a glimpse of the other's wings, scrambling to his feet and back away from the hybrid with a frightened look, clutching his notebook. There was only one thing that fangs and wings added together meant - one of tef's monstrous children, and his body tensed as his own wings fluttered out, preparing himself for his own frightened flight away. His need to get away was tempered by curiosity though - his head tilted to the side when he realized the other hybrid had stopped snarling. 

His dark wings fluttered unsurely, stretching thirteen feet from wing tip to wing tip - they were different from normal angel wings, black feathers that slowly faded to a brownish-red at the guard wings. He didn't know why his wings were so different from everyone else, but they were and that was how they had always been. Timidly he held up one finger before scribbling down 'Tobias' on the paper, shifting anxiously as he held the paper up once more. His slender fingers fluttered, gesturing towards the other male with a questioning look, silently asking te strangers name curiously. The other male's anxiety conversely reassured him - why would one of the vampiric hybrids be so ready to run from a weaker hybrid unless may - maybe he was one of those ones who aligned with the angels? He doubted it, suspected more likely it was a trap because everyone knew those were rumors, but still his want to know kept him there even if he was ready to run at the first sign of trouble. One day his curiosity really would be the death of him.

STATUS # finished!
FEATURING # koltin valentine
OUTFIT # coming!
NOTES # sorry it sucks so bad >>
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

Brown eyes narrowed in suspicion towards the other, watching as the seemingly younger male pulled out a notebook and pen, writing before holding it up. Sign language? Koltin furrowed his brows, warier than ever as he stepped back half a step, his wings giving a small flap, the massive span revealing as he looked around, as if expecting someone to jump out of the shadows and take him down. "No." His reply was wary, and he eyed the other male apprehensively, feeling his muscles tensing along his body while his wings twitched, wanting so badly to send him into the air and away.

His heart was already pounding in his ears like a freight train, and confusion joined his panic as the other male backed up too, frightened looking. But it wasn't hard to pretend in this fucked up world, and Kolt knew all too well the price on his head. He frowned, his lips drawing into a thin line as he kept himself distanced, scowling instead as the other held up a finger, and he shifted, his head turning from side to side, looking at the shadows, the paranoia settling in his mind. When were they going to launch out and grab him? They needed to get it over with already, because the anxiety was going to kill him. But the frown appeared again on his lips as he looked up towards the male again, seeing the word Tobias written on the paper, and he gave a questioning and bewildered glance towards the other male. Was his name Tobias? The frantic gesturing towards him had Kolt on edge, and his eyes flickered towards this..Tobias.

"Koltin," he said, rather cautiously as he shifted somewhat, his eyes darting around again while his wings fluttered in an agitated manner, kicking up stray twigs and leaves as his eyes flickered back towards Tobias. His wariness and caution were extremely evident as his wings twitched and he even backed up another step, the panic seizing his chest up briefly. He wanted so badly to just run and not look back, but so far it was so good. Part of him still expected a full on attack, and for some reason, he just KNEW it was going to happen.

( NOTES ) you liar. it's good! mine is the one that sucks XD
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[tobias avedis baker]

He watched the wings with interest in his eyes - he'd never seen anyone with bright red wings before, especially not wings the color of blood. He'd expected the negative answer to his question, because normal people could speak and didn't need to know sign language. He frowned, biting his lip a little as he shrugged, his hazel eyes looking up at the larger male in his non-verbal way of saying 'oh.' Everything about him was non-verbal, because he couldn't speak. The closest he got to speaking was unintelligible gibberish, not words or even really recognizable syllables. 

He managed a small, hesitant smile at the other's bewildered look, pointing to the name on the paper before pointing at himself, trying to get the message across that it was his name. His eyes flickered worriedly, looking around them as he tried to spot whatever the other male was so afraid of, his wings fluttering briefly behind him before he stopped the anxious movement. He smiled again when he heard the others name, trying to look as harmless as possible because... he was pretty sure it was him scaring the other, although he didn't see why. He wasn't all that threatening - skinny as a twig, and definitely not as solidly built as the other hybrid.

His fingers slowly signed out the letters of the other hybrid's name, making sure he remembered it before he smiled widely. Koltin... he liked that name. His fingers grasped the pen once more, scribbling out 'it's nice to meet you' on the paper with a shy smile, glancing up at Koltin with that same shy smile. 'Sorry for running into you.' He needed to look before he ran, or at the very least he needed to pay more attention - how had he missed what direction the footsteps were coming from so much? If this male had been a demon he'd have been dead.

STATUS # finished!
FEATURING # koltin valentine
OUTFIT # coming!
NOTES # sorry it sucks so bad >>
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

Kolt was still wary, his wings fluttering a little as he kept his guard up, frowning. He was well aware that this could all be a trap, and that he could easily be captured and killed. He'd been on the run for so long, that he trusted nothing at all, or anyone. The frown appeared on his lips briefly, his wings slowly closing, just a little, ready to snap open at a moment's notice.

However, his eyes looked at the paper, reading out the words that were written, before his eyes flickered. Nice to meet him? Since when was that a truth? He frowned skeptically,even at the shy smile on Tobias' lips before reading the next set of words, his wings fluttering. "Look. If this is a trap, get it over with," he said shortly, his flighty attitude coming out as he shifted a little on his feet, frowning. It was so obvious how paranoid he was, and his body gave a shiver, a few loose feathers shaking free from his wings as he did so. His lips pursed, but no one jumped out of the shadows to grab him. No flash of fangs or super speed, and Kolt edged himself a little further from the boy before finally deciding to relax a little, only a little paranoid now.

"Or not. I've still got my eyes on you," he murmured, looking at Tobias before letting out a sigh, rubbing his face as his wings relaxed and slowly folded close to his body. "Why can't you talk?"

( NOTES ) they amuse me.
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[tobias avedis baker]

His eyes flickered, searching instinctively for any movement at the word 'trap', the word alone ruffling his feathers and prickling the hair on the back of his neck. He'd walked into enough traps for the response to be automatic before his eyes widened in shock and puzzlement, shaking his head, his wings fluttering at the thought of doing such a thing. He hated traps, viewed them as a dirty trick, not something he'd ever use himself. 'Why would I want to do something like that?' He wrote quickly, his confusion clear and genuine as he glanced up at the other male. Was the other hybrid being chased by someone? It was entirely possible - it seemed everyone was hunted in the war between the two factions, whether they wanted to be involved or not.

He frowned at the thought but shoved it away, unwilling to struggle for the memories he had yet to find of the night that had left him scarred, both emotionally and physically. The fire had burned his skin, yes, especially his back where he'd been told a falling beam had pinned him down and knocked him unconscious, but it had also taken his voice and his memories from before that day from him. He was lucky just to be alive, he supposed. He squeaked when he heard the next words, clutching his notebook to his chest protectively as though to hide himself as his cheeks flushed. He hated the scars - hated how ugly they were, how they made him ugly in return, how they mocked him with how much he didn't remember. He knew the other hybrid hadn't meant it like that but he couldn't help it - just the thought of someone seeing the unsightly marks set his teeth on edge. He wanted to reach and grab his shirt but didn't want to startle Kolt - he could see the others anxiety (it was pretty obvious, really) and he knew that people reacted differently to being startled - and with his luck the reaction would be violent.

He shuffled his feet at the question, shrugging his shoulders a little before pointing at his throat. The best explanation he'd been given was that his vocal cords had been damaged sometime in the fire, possibly by massive smoke inhalation, and that was what warped and twisted his voice so badly. If he'd been human instead of immortal, he likely would have died that night, had barely clung to life as it had been. He bit his lip before frowning, trying to say the other males name as it came out in a garbled, incomprehensible mess. His shoulders shrugged helplessly, ducking his gaze to look at the ground, waiting for laughter or some other form of teasing or humiliation over his 'voice'.

STATUS # finished!
FEATURING # koltin valentine
OUTFIT # coming!
NOTES # still sucks x.x
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

A chill ran down the length of the hybrid's spinal column as he stood still momentarily, breathing a little panicky as he fought to keep himself calm. He hated panicking, and tended to do it often - but now there was a whole new reason to his panic. If this other male was just a bystander, an innocent, he could get hurt, and it would be all Koltin's fault because he'd stayed around for too long. All his fault. The guilt immediately bubbled in his chest like a massive bubble, making his eyes go wide before he closed them, biting the corner of his lip. Slowly, he forced himself to breathe properly, though those eyes were filled with nothing but paranoia as he looked at the notebook, which had gotten new words scribbled on it. "Hell if I know. I don't trust anyone," he murmured, watching the confusion on Tobias' face before looking away with pursed lips.

But the sound of a squeaking noise had his paranoia lifting somewhat, watching the other male as he quickly covered himself with the notebook. Kolt's eyebrows furrowed for a moment at the reaction before he realized that Tobias was covering up his chest because there were scars. Well. Kolt had scars too. "..Are you hiding your scars?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "They're not bad. I have some too," he murmured, loosening up slightly. The paranoia wasn't as bad as it could be, and his fingers reached up to gently trace a scar through his shirt absently, running from his shoulder to his hip, and he frowned, moving his hand away. He could understand why the other hybrid was hiding scars. He hid his all the time, and all they did was remind him of the dark night where everything went wrong in his life.

Again, Kolt looked towards the other hybrid, watching as he pointed at his throat before it looked like he was trying to say something with his expression. Was he just not capable of speech? Kolt frowned a little, opening his mouth to talk before hearing the sudden garbled noises that came from the other's mouth, and he paused, looking utterly bewildered at the noise before he watched as Tobias ducked his head to look at the ground. "Oh...you just..aren't able to," he said, his words picked carefully as he frowned to himself. He said nothing more than that, taking care not to be an ass. He just wasn't like that.

( NOTES ) this shitty post suuuuucks.
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[tobias avedis baker]

His head tilted to the side as he looked at the other male, biting his lip quietly. 'Doesn't that get lonely?' He wrote before holding the pad out to the other male, his hazel eyes watching him quietly. He knew he got lonely a lot, even though he did have friends - well, aquintances he supposed was a better word. He saw people around and they recognized him, but  he was never close enough to anybody to call them a 'friend.' He was always too busy moving from place to place, afraid that demons would track him down. He didn't know why they chased him, only that they did and wanted to kill him. His wings fluttered uncomfortably at the thought before he pulled them back against his spine quietly, still watching the other male.

They weren't that bad? He gave the other male a doubtful glance, looking down at the scars with quiet disdain in his eyes. They spread across his entire chest and back, angry marks where the fire had licked at his skin and left it's scarring touch there. In some spots they were worse - just left of his spine, a deep red scar marked where a burning beam had fallen on him, parallel to his spine. If it had been a few inches over it was possible it would have broken his back... or killed him. As it was it had broken his wing and seared the muscles there. His eyes silently watched the tracing fingers, his head tilting as his eyes widened - what could cause something like that? He assumed it was one of the scars the male had mentioned; he could only guess at what had happened, because he didn't want to ask or pry about it. 

He flushed, a timid shrug his only answer to the words, keeping his head ducked down. He kept expecting comments about his 'voice' but when none came, he glanced up shyly to realize the other male wasn't about to harass him about it. 'Thank you.' He wrote quietly, smiling up at the other male with a cautious smile. It was rare he met someone who didn't belittle or bully him over his lack of a voice.

STATUS # finished!
FEATURING # koltin valentine
OUTFIT # coming!
NOTES # they amuse me xD
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[koltin raven valentine]

WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL IS LAUGHING
( leaving me haunted tonight )

Kolt's eyes trailed to that paper once more, deciphering the words 'doesn't that get lonely' before he shrugged it off. "Sometimes. But I'm not someone that gets company that's good. Sometimes being alone is the best thing." His words trailed near the end, and he wrinkled his nose, shrugging as his wings fluttered behind himself anxiously. Being alone was something he preferred; no one could ever be in danger except himself when he was alone. That was just safer all around, and the more Kolt stood still in the middle of the park, the more he was realizing that he was an open target, ready for annihilation at any given moment or breath. He didn't like it.

He fidgeted even more, his wings losing a feather or two that drifted away and he shifted on his feet. The deep red coloring spread out on either side of himself out of his control, taking on minds of their own as they gave a small flap before he realized, once more, that he had been written to. His muscled shoulders gave a shrug, and he chewed on his lips, his fangs poking into the tender skin of his lower lip before he shifted again. "Yeah..." It was all he said. His lips twitched and his head turned a little, looking around in a paranoid manner.

"Look. Can we go somewhere else or something?" he asked, his voice a little clipped and harsh. He didn't mean to sound mean, but he wanted to be somewhere safe.

( NOTES ) this shitty post suuuuucks.
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[tobias avedis baker]

WE WERE THE KiNGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE ViCTIMS OF OURSELVES

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He glanced up as the man spoke before nodding to himself – that made sense. A lot of company in Los Angeles was bad; not just bad, but most of it just plain wanted to kill you. Humans could live their lives ignorant of the world around them, but those who were immersed in the world of angels and demons had no such choice, no matter if they were made or born that way. Once you entered that world of evil and good, you didn’t leave it until you were dead. No matter how much you hid or ran, you couldn’t escape its hold on you. He watched as the others wings spread out in a nervous gesture, his own wings fluttering and shedding oddly tinted feathers that fell softly to the ground as they did.

At the question he looked up before nodding, glancing around the open space nervously. He didn’t like being in the open for longer than he had to, especially with his wings out. Anyone could come by –and it was getting late. ”I know somewhere safe… we can go there?” He wrote out carefully, glancing up at the man for his answer as he chewed on his bottom lip, picturing his nearest hidey-hole in his mind. It was a small warehouse, abandoned and forgotten – no one would bother them there, because he doubted anyone had found it since the last time he’d hidden there. As a bonus he had food there, and a sort of bed – if you could call a nest of blankets and a few old pillows a bed. It was one of the few places he’d ‘converted’ into a kind of home structure, though he never stayed in one place too long. That was never a safe idea.

tagged

[/color]. kolt<3
words. dunno
outfit[/color]. coming!
notes[/color]. they amuse me
credits. bruiser147 of escape from this afterlife, lyrics to 30 seconds to mars, 'kings and queens'[/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

THE CHiLDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL

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[jim tholomew sherwood]

i say we start a new thread with these two -nodnod-
braey and dyl too >.>