Crimson Tears: Chapter 13Crimson Tears Chapter 13Crimson Tears: Chapter 13
Her fist came down on the silicate desk as the cooness hunched over, putting her head down into her crossed arms. “Why can’t I figure it out? What am I missing?!” Even her whispered pleas were nearly wails of emotion from the normally-frigid cooness. Frustration is a powerful thing; it can spur action in some, distraction in others. Within some rare individuals, both can occur, as was evident by the destruction now present within the office of Investigator Mint DeVry of the Hunter Corps.
Taking a long breath to try and settle her nerves, Mint slowly stood up and pat
Crimson Tears: Chapter 12The world slowly came back into focus as Natsume’s eyes opened, a cool compress upon her hair making her wince. Her mind flashed back to just before everything went black, tensing her right arm and feeling the limb respond. Pulling back the heavy quilt that covered her on the single mattress, Natsume winced again as her lean muscles protested to such use after her collar reactivated. ‘It feels like I’m weighted down by something, all over.’ Her mind continued to wander as she thought, ‘But at least I survived. I hope that Crimson is okay. What did I do, back then? MMmm… can’t remember.’ Concentrating onCrimson Tears: Chapter 12
Crimson Tears: Chapter 11-DeuxHe was going to die. It was worth it all, Crimson knew, because Natsume was safe for a little while. Maybe, after killing him, the asp would give her a reprieve. Not that it would matter after it ended, but the red wolf hoped as much. Moments passed, and Crimson started to wonder just why he was not feeling the shredding ache promised by the grip of the metallic whip around his neck and spine… until he could feel the air vibrate and tremble behind him, as if nature itself was terrified of what had been borne into existence.Crimson Tears: Chapter 11-Deux
Suddenly, his own chest felt tight, his breathing short and rapid, as Crimson could feel his own
Crimson Tears: Chapter 11-UnoSlowly, hypnotically, the asp started to move, releasing the coils on his whip as he spun around and around, his feet coming down firmly on the ground in a staccato counterpoint. The whip seemed to move independently of the movements of its’ owner, hovering and wavering on the air as Crimson stood resolute.Crimson Tears: Chapter 11-Uno
“Natsume,” barked Crimson, “stay behind me; better yet, go hide behind one of those birches. It looks like this snake is only after me. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay?”
Smiling a bit as he watched her retreating to the relative safety of the hedging trees, Crimson did not notice
Crimson Tears: Chapter TenThe office looked devoid of life, twenty floors up in City Hunter H.Q. The plaque on the door front said ‘Mint DeVry, Senior Investigator’ in gold leaf against ebonywood. Random, repetitive sounds echoed out from under the doorframe. Inside this office, a slide was pulled back and removed, a barrel plucked from within its steel home, an empty magazine ejected onto a wooden desk with a dull thump. Busy paws carefully arranged the disassembled parts into rigid rows and columns and then reached for tools. Her mind elsewhere, letting her fingers do the work, the cooness oiled a small square of cleaning cloth and forced it through the baCrimson Tears: Chapter Ten
Crimson Tears: Chapter Nine The sun was just peaking over the edge of the windowsill on the right side of the main room for the tavern. Exactly enough light hit the redwolf perched in one corner to awaken him. A wide yawn split his muzzle as amethyst eyes blinked a few times. Muttering a few curses under his breath as he yawned and huffed again, Crimson uncurled from the corner. Several rigorous stretches followed that would make the villa’s dancer and contortionist blush with embarrassment. Crimson then groaned in satisfaction, fluffing his tail before starting up the stairs and knocking on the door to ‘theirCrimson Tears: Chapter Nine
Crimson Tears: Chapter 8 Natsume stretched lithely, slender appendages moving and flexing underneath threadbare cloth, as she yawned expansively, and she opened her single heather-ish eye. Shaking her head, letting her shoulder-short blue-tipped hair whisp around her ears, the relaxing feliness sat up, and her normally-silent body made the commonplace noise for a young lady in the early hours of sunrise in the morning; she was hungry! Glancing around the bare ‘camp’ that she and Crimson had made late the past evening, flushing a little in embarrassment, Natsume crawled out of the lean-to that he had madeCrimson Tears: Chapter 8
BackChap VI: Kei and Janelle**Kei**: Kei, along with Janelle, was born into a middle class family, the oldest of three. Even at a young age, he already knew of the pain death can bring. His first major loss was his youngest sister, then only 1 year old, dying of illness. Being only 5 years of age at the time, Kei couldn’t properly handle the ramifications of death. This loss further intensified his already strong protective nature over Janelle, then only 3. As he grew up, though, things went as they should. He was a well behaved son to his parents, and did well in his studies. However, things around him were changing. Let’s fast forward five more years. Fed up with thenBackChap VI: Kei and Janelle
HAL-LE-LU-JAH!! Justice has been served!
Triumph
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July 16th- brother arrives
July 17th- Mom's pre-opp
July 18th- day i kick my bro's ass
August 6th- mom's opperation
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Signed,
The Black and Orange Fox
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