She stripped off her cloak, no longer needing it as leaves whipped around her and mud sloshed onto her clothes, effectively camouflaging her from the *кров насосних*, meaning blood sucker in Ukrainian. She ran fast, her muscled legs hitching up as high as her waist, propeling her forward with atrocious acceleration. Her hair flailed behind her, whipping around chaotically; her heart beat a steady rhythm against her chest, her body precariously bent over low, her fingertips almost brushing the ground.
When she had been in training, she was told by her superior that she would never be stronger than any of her opponents. But than he told her that she could be faster, smarter, fiercer, crueler. Beserker rage and single minded ferocity, just kept attacking until there was nothing left. She had become just that, never stopping, always moving with a fluidity that few of her kind could ever dream of accomplishing. She crossed the clearing that she and Kova had been in before lifting her head, her nostrils flairing, finding Kova's scent easily. She also smelled a cub's faint smell, an unknown to her, which shocked her yet never faltered her robust pace.
"проклятт...," she breathed out the curse when she saw the female vampire getting too close to where she knew Kova and her pup resided. She knew that she could just turn away, just ignore them, think that they where hidden well enough that nothing would ever happen. But Angela knew, she had seen the fires, the killings, the mercilessness. The savagery and ruthless prejudice raught down on her family; she never wanted that to happen to Kova.
She knew Kova in her younger days, when she had finally been given charge of her own team, Kova being their tactical advisor and supplies salvager. She was 29 years Kova's senior and hadn't really notice Kova until once on a mission, Kova had tried to take down a elite vampire on her own, fighting with a ferocious abandonment that Angela had never seen in Kova before. It wasn't til later that Angela had found out that it had been for a painting, the Abbott Thayer creation, the "Angel" or so Kova had rattled off to her. Angela hadn't understood why Kova had fought for the simple peice of painted canvas, she did understand the need to fight to protect something beautiful and respect had grown as did a slight friendship.
Angela reached the hollow tree and slammed her fist on it, hearing a thunk of the hollowness of it.
"Brokefang," she yelled, knowing that Kova remembered from past experience that Angela saying her last name meant immediate reaction, "Romeo Uniform November!!"
Military code spilled out of her lips before she even realized, the hair on the back of her neck rising and her saliva glands over working in anticipation.
"Victor Alpha Mike Papa Sierra!!"
When she had been in training, she was told by her superior that she would never be stronger than any of her opponents. But than he told her that she could be faster, smarter, fiercer, crueler. Beserker rage and single minded ferocity, just kept attacking until there was nothing left. She had become just that, never stopping, always moving with a fluidity that few of her kind could ever dream of accomplishing. She crossed the clearing that she and Kova had been in before lifting her head, her nostrils flairing, finding Kova's scent easily. She also smelled a cub's faint smell, an unknown to her, which shocked her yet never faltered her robust pace.
"проклятт...," she breathed out the curse when she saw the female vampire getting too close to where she knew Kova and her pup resided. She knew that she could just turn away, just ignore them, think that they where hidden well enough that nothing would ever happen. But Angela knew, she had seen the fires, the killings, the mercilessness. The savagery and ruthless prejudice raught down on her family; she never wanted that to happen to Kova.
She knew Kova in her younger days, when she had finally been given charge of her own team, Kova being their tactical advisor and supplies salvager. She was 29 years Kova's senior and hadn't really notice Kova until once on a mission, Kova had tried to take down a elite vampire on her own, fighting with a ferocious abandonment that Angela had never seen in Kova before. It wasn't til later that Angela had found out that it had been for a painting, the Abbott Thayer creation, the "Angel" or so Kova had rattled off to her. Angela hadn't understood why Kova had fought for the simple peice of painted canvas, she did understand the need to fight to protect something beautiful and respect had grown as did a slight friendship.
Angela reached the hollow tree and slammed her fist on it, hearing a thunk of the hollowness of it.
"Brokefang," she yelled, knowing that Kova remembered from past experience that Angela saying her last name meant immediate reaction, "Romeo Uniform November!!"
Military code spilled out of her lips before she even realized, the hair on the back of her neck rising and her saliva glands over working in anticipation.
"Victor Alpha Mike Papa Sierra!!"
☽Ö ☾Angela Niven☽Ö ☾
Hear us whisper in the dark, in the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts, fleeting hope as we depart
All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are; the innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the alter as you tear us apart
We will fight or we will fall
Till the angels save us all
Feel the beating of our hearts, fleeting hope as we depart
All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are; the innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the alter as you tear us apart
We will fight or we will fall
Till the angels save us all
