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"TALK." she growled in between clenched teeth. The colar of the father in her firm grip. he dangled off the ground of the mannor, slammed against the wall. His wife and children behind her. Each with dangerous wounds carved into their flesh by her force. Her eyes were like ice. Cold and uncaring. And burned with a flaming hatred...fury consuming the sea of green. Her face leaned in. So her breath could be felt on her 'prey''s skin. "I-I dont know what you are t-talking about. Let my family go." the father pleaded; only causing her to tighten her grip...moving from the collar of his shirt to the flesh that made his neck. She held him by this neck, forcing more pressure so she felt the bones creak underneath her firmness. The man choked... maroon dripping from his jaw. "Speak." she growled in a frightening growl. Her eyes even more crazed. "I DONT KNOW!" he screamed in a panic. It was then she tightened her grip, throwing him to the tile in a fatal thump. He hit the ground and groaned in pain. She stalked back over, placing a foot on his chest. "Speak." she repeated. He didnt anwser this time. Just stared pleadingly. She took her foot off and she heard a sigh of relief escape his mouth. Fear still drove his face into a ghostly white. She stalked over to the family, snatching the youngest daughter. Aged around 6. She held the girl by her blonde locks, the young one screeching in pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks. The mother whimpered loudly..."NO! P-Please! Not my dear Emily...PLEASE!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face...making a clear puddle about her feet... wettening her skirts. A buddle that was the youngest son wrapped in her arms. "Talk, old man." she growled, ignoring the child and mother. It was then the father cried. "I Dont know." he repeated. The girl glared. Her anger boiling. "You.LIE!" she screeched, keeping hold of the blonde's hair and twisting her arm in a swift motion. The shatter of the child's neck echoed about the den of the home. She threw the limp girl, 'Emily', to the side. Her head hung awkwardly from her unmoving body. The mother screamed and cried. The oldest son, 17 perhaps, held her tightly. His own face smeared with red. Ignoring the sobs and glares of hatred, the girl returned her gaze to the father, who was now weeping uncontrollably over the loss of his child. "SPEAK." she repeated in between gritted teeth. The father was silent once more. In responce the girl now grabbed the arm of the eldest son; whom she had to pry out of the grip of the disturbed mother. The son struggled and recieved a quick and painful punch to the ribs, which broke them instantly. He fell to the ground; clutching his side, coughing up blood...a pool of crimson collected at his feet. The father weeped harder now..."Not my eldest son. Not my boy. Please." he pleaded with the unmerciful killer. The girl withdrew a blade of several inches from her garments. "speak." she repeated in a near whisper. It was then the mother called out, clutching her youngest and second to last living child. "Dam it...just tell her Geofrie!" she cried frantically. "I cant loose my Harrison!" she wept, her body hunched over, her forehead on the stone in front of her. The father was struggling in pain. "I know nothing." he repeated desperatly. The girl narrowed her eyes and thrust the blade into the boy's neck, dragging it across...a waterfall of crimson fell from the open wound. She kicked his back, he fell face foreward...she manuevered out of the way from the flowing blood. He to. was unmoving. The girl shook her head, but not in regret or pity. "Speak." she said in a less harsh voice...knowing she was wearing him down. He shook his head, growing crazed over his loss. The girl awaited a few seconds, before reaching foward and attempting to tear the young baby from his mother. the young one was crying as well now. And the mother held tight. "No. NO. no." was all she mouthed in between gasps. The girl raised her fist, slamming down on the mother's forehead, hesitating her enough to rip the blanket wrapped child from her arms. the mother crawled foward kissing the ground where she walked. "please. Please. no please." she cried, tears following her. The girl turned and slammed her foot into the woman's sides. Causing her to still and climb into a ball and weep. "TELL HER GEOFRIE!" she cried more frantically, reaching toward her last child. The blood of her eldest son, drenching her skirts. She stared towards the father, who still said nothing. She ripped the blanket off the baby, and it fell to her feet. She wanted the family to see the full bodied child, he wore a long shirt that covered his body. It revealed his arms and his small head. Covered by a bonnet of blue silk. She tore this headgear off as well. She grabbed the mother with her free hand and dragged her beside the father. She looked at them both. "Talk." she repeated. The man again said nothing, the mother....didnt know. She slammed her palms against her husband, "tell her. tell her." she repeated again and again. The man said nothing, and glared at the girl holding his last son with a fiery hatred. The man finally spoke, reaching towards his son encased in the killer's arms. "Please. Please let him go. Please Elizabeth" It was then her eyes glazed over in complete anger. Her voice was in a menacing growl..."DONT.CALL.ME.THAT.NAME" she screamed, as she twisted the head of the child in her arms until he too hung limp, and she threw them to the feet of the parents. The mother screamed,and ran foward, being grabbed by her husband...she was pulled into her arms. "You monster." she said in a low whisper. The girl took no notice. "Speak." she repeated. the man finally, tear streaked, spoke. "The key to our defeat is..." the man went on for several moments, explaining the weaknesses of the nation. He finished. "And...A-And. What you seek, the amulet. The amulet lies where beggining ends." the girl glared. "What does.that.mean." she growled, leaning foward, both flinching away. The man stared. "I dont know. I-Its the truth. Let us go." he pleaded, clenching his eyes shut. The girl knew. He was telling the truth. She turned her back, about to leave. The mother escaped her husbands grasp and ran to the killer, a knife in her hand. She was about to thrust foward...but no, the girl was expecting it. She withdrew her weapon in a swift motion, and slashed the neck of her attacker. The mother fell beside her children. The girl reapproached the now frantic husband. "Thank you for your services. Your family dead. You may join them." she growled, thrusting the blood soaked blade; the blood of his family; into his neck. The den of the home was forever dyed in the blood of those who died. The aroma of rust reaked the room. She slipped out the window and was engulfed by night.
She was Zre. And she was...the Grim.
The memory haunted her mind as she manuevered through the dence underbrush that engulfed the gardens scattered about the courtyard. Her bare feet echoed across the earthen soil as she swiftly glided off the stone path. Her dark hair speckled with flecks of light from the canopy that towered above. A silent phantom in a garden of secrets. Her skirts billowed out behind her, the blackened cloak that held her easily hid her from prying eyes. Her dark green eyes transfixed on the scene before her; they were like venom to anyone who dared gaze upon the intermost part of the iris as well as pupil. Her eyes narrowed, so her pupils morphed into a near slit; as she tore through the thorny thickets...each plant fighting hard to keep her contaimed. To no success. She quickened her pace, flying up a towering tree. Her nails dug into the bark as she shot up the trunk, she dug her toes into the wood and lunged upward; her slender fingers easily taking hold of a thick limb. She twisted her wrists, and twisted upward. Her bare feet landed atop the branch in silence as the girl shot across the limb and hopped from tree to tree. The garden much resembled a forest. And the forest was her escape. Finally the light of the morning sun could be seen as she raced across the final limb of the final tree. She quickened her pace...her breath escaping her in gentle gasps. She dug her toes into the final foothold and forced herself foward, emerging from the wood and plumeting towards the palace shingles at an unknown amount of speed. At the last moment, she curled her narrow body and landed on the shingles. The landing not slowing her. She sped across the dark shingles and repeated the motion, jumping from the roof, and gripping the twisting vines that climbed the wall of a palace balcony. She scaled the wall, clambering up the plant, and at last. Pulling herself so she sat on the stone railing that encircled the platform. The balcony was more then 500 meters up. She sat with one leg bent, and close to her body. Her right arm clinging to the knee. Her other leg hung over the balcony, almost touching the platform. And her left arm was behind her...supporting her as she leaned. This was the bed chamber of her close friend. She awaited his arrival. She forced the horrid image of her past from her mind.
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Rein entered his bed chamber. His dark grey eyes were dimmed after a day's worth of training. His light blonde hair hung in damp strands from the sweat experienced through the brutal training practices. His fingers blackened with ash from the fire bent. He didnt notice the girl whom sat on his balcony's rim. He peeled the shirt from his back, revealing his well built, bare chest. His skin glistened, as his breath escaped him in tired gasps. He inhaled deeply and stalked across the large room, emerging on the balcony...where he spotted Zre. His Zre. His companion and best friend. His lips twisted into a light smile. The dark hearted nature shining through. A trait each of them shared. He swung his arms underneath her legs and on her back. Cradeling her in his arms and carrying her inside. Laying her on the lounger in the edge of the room. "What have I done to be blessed by your precense." he joked in a wicked chuckle. He watched his friend anwser his chuckle with a cunning smirk. He was a bold charracter. His good looks inherited from his forefathers. Zre's...he didnt know where she got hers. But they deffinatly worked for her. Thanks to her, the fire nation was now superior to even the shadow nation. Her gifts uncharted. So skilled. His friend spoke. "You're wet." she stated expressionlessly. "Called sweat." he replied in a taunt. The girl rolled her eyes. "Go bathe." she commanded halfheartedly, rising from her seat and stalking across the stone floor. He chuckled in the same dark tone..."Get me something to eat?" he commanded, in a fake emperior tone; as he obliged to her request and disappeared into the back room to bathe. The girl snorted and rolled her eyes, but nodded, he listened to the beating of the knife against the wooden table. He smiled and allowed himself to sink into the heated water. The warmth from himself.
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Seri stroked the neck of her great companion. Silence consumed them both as they overlooked the bluff of an unknown nation. They each said nothing. Neither seeing their kind for many years. The large dragon's purple scales glistened in the light. The shade of a near by sycamore tree bathed them in soothing darkness. Each said nothing. But stared into the distance.
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