As the Raven Fly's Raven (Dragons Fforde and Doc or PM ))

[Mortll]

((These are the events that lead up to Raven Tallius and Mortll Battle to the death and The Happenings afterwards.))



Mortll sat at the table in the Voodoo she quietly punched they keys on her computer and went over the numbers . The inventory here had to be monitored More closely than her other places. She relied on Tiamat a lot at Dragons Lair and the woman knew it. She often loudly reminded Mortll of it as well. She peered over the tinted glasses that rested on her nose . She didn't need them even as a mortal her eyesight had been better than perfect but she found when she was being particularly moody the glasses came in handy to hide her Dragonish nature .

It used to only happen when she was angry or extremely upset The slitted pupils in the center of the blue iris. Now it seemed to happen more often ... She was going to blame Enzo whether it was his fault or not. She hadn't been around many other Dragomir much the past 6 years, now she was constant contact and it seemed to be having a effect on her . A good one she thought the business was booming and she would like to take credit for it but she knew it had been Enzos alurist nature and all the gatherings that had sent profits climbing.

She pulled the glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose before shutting the laptop down. She looked casually around the café . Yes she liked how things were going Enzo Kitteh even grumpy Tiamat, even her relationship with the Dragomir had come together nicely. Things were just good .

[Raven Talius]

Silently, the woman rolled over upon the couch and her lips parted as she yawned. Today, she had to meet Mortll outside of Voodoo. Whatever the outcome would be, the woman honestly really didn’t care. However, she did know that she was satisfied with shooting a little wanna be thief, regardless if they had only attempted at it twice. Raven had a rule, try it once and she would let it slide, although she would be rather annoyed. Twice? She would shoot a clip into them. Three times? The Shadow would kill them. If there was something that Raven hated most within this world, it would be thieves. Some said that thieves had honour amongst themselves, but the woman called ********. If they had honour, they wouldn’t be stealing, they would be fighting instead of running away with someone’s good. Fists or a blade just simply couldn’t lie, neither could a bullet fired from a weapon.

They were the things that Raven trusted the most. Because at least then you knew what it meant, it was time to fight, or it was time to lay down and die. Personally, she preferred to fight, Raven though to herself as she rolled over and simply slid from the couch, only to rise up and stretch. Raven had been summoned into Limbo by Clover; Jesse’s idea apparently, which the woman found a little strange, but didn’t dwell upon. Instead, she had expected to be summoned to one of Clover’s many apartments so then she could kick back upon a couch and rest without being bothered by hunters. Their attacks were getting far too frequent of late and she wondered why. She disposed of every one of her kills, made sure that their bodies were disintegrated or that that they drowned at the bottom of some river. Plus, she also made sure that no one was around to see her feed or kill. However, the woman hardly thought that hunters needed a reason to hunt a vampire at all.

With that in mind, she moved away from the couch and approached the fade portal as she zipped up her jacket. Being summoned by Clover had been convenient, especially when it came to losing her key to Azraeth’s apartment. She was sure that she had placed it somewhere, but where exactly was the question. While she would normally have kept track of it quite easily, her mind had been elsewhere, playing through past events which kept gnawing at her. Thoughts which she wished would tie a noose around its neck and hang itself. With that in mind, she simply stepped through the fade portal and suddenly found herself at Bullwood Station and began her trek to Voodoo. There was one thing that she was glad for, it was that she didn’t have to remember her key to Limbo.

A chuckle of amusement parted her lips as she patted down her pockets and fished out her cigarettes as she approached the building. Suddenly, her steps came to a stop from across the road and she tugged a cigarette out of the packet, only to place it between her lips. Silence, ruled over the Shadow as she tucked the packet back into her pocket and pulled out a lighter where she proceeded to light her cigarette. The end lit up orange as she rolled back onto the balls of her feet, quite reluctant to remain within the shadows as she pocketed her lighter. Her left hand slid into the pocket of her jacket while her brown hues watched the door to the café. Raven knew that Mortll wouldn’t be pleased when she shot Kitty, but the woman felt it prudent to nip the little ***** in the bud before it continued to fail for three times in a row. Three, the lucky number for death in Raven's books.

[Wearing]

[Mortll]

Mortll quietly got up and walked into the office. She pulled the guns from their concealment and checked the ammo and her clips. She pulled the sword from its sheath and ran her hand along the gleaming steal before sliding it back home. She didn't want to kill the young vampire that was probably waiting for her outside of Voodoo. She could not let what she had done slide though she had attacked for something that could have been easily rectified with a few words. She had attacked family ... a family that had shown her much kindness of late.

Mortll took a deep breath and opened her eyes and walked through the Café and out into the street. Cripple her and go home... Curl up with Enzo and read a book.... This shouldn't take long. Lesson learned ....

[Raven Talius]

Raven quietly watched the front door to Voodoo as she lifted the cigarette to her lips to take a drag. The woman expected death mostly and it was the reason why she had said to Clover to stay out of it. In fact, she hoped that Clover would respect her wishes and that Jesse would also stay out of it in return. No Jesse and no Clover, meant that no Fforde member would be getting into her business. Distance had been key. Mostly because ever since Clover’s and Jesse’s death, the decision to leave Fforde seemed like the right thing to do. It had been Raven’s fault that her sire had died and suffered in the Shadow Realm. So, with her leaving of Fforde and keeping matters to herself, it also meant that her sire and Fforde were less likely to get involved. Plus, they were less likely to die on her account. Clover wasn’t going back to the Shadow Realm, especially if the Shadow had anything to say about it.

Silence reigned over the woman on the outside and to the passer by, it seemed as if she was having a quiet smoke while waiting for someone. However, it was chaotic behind the calm brown eyes. Chaotic within her. Instead, she had so much swirling within that she wasn’t sure just as to how she could handle anymore. There was an urge to reach out for things that she hadn’t wanted before and she didn’t understand why she wanted them. How could she even reach out when she didn’t even know how? The woman didn’t even think that she had the capacity to try. Warmth had never been something that she had felt before in her human life, as most that she knew gave her the cold shoulder or preferred to use cold methods instead. However, she had felt warmth, from her sire and from the Dragomirs and she wanted to reach for it, but she doubted that she even could. Where did she even begin?

As she watched Mortll exit, she flicked the butt of the cigarette to the ground and lifted her right hand to slowly slide it over the butt to her hand gun that had been tucked into the waistband of her jeans. A tongue darted out to lick her lips as an easy smirk fell into place. Most knew her as cold and heartless, so it was better to play it off that way. Right? What did it matter about the outcome? You attack one, you attack all of them. The woman mostly assumed that none of the Dragomirs would want to have anything to do with her after this and she wouldn’t be surprised. Raven had often said that she destroyed everything. So she had kept her distance in spades. ”It’s a lovely night, Mortll. A lovely night to bleed really. I’m kinda looking forward to it.”

Bleeding, yes. It was basically the one good thing that she knew how to do and she was looking forward to it, regardless of the outcome. Death meant nothing to her and pain meant everything. Pain had always been her crutch, the one thing to help her bury emotions and feelings. However, it hadn’t been enough, it never had been since she had turned. Loyalty ran deep into her veins and guilt ate at her, ate at the fact that she had let Clover get hurt in more ways than one. Not only that, but she felt warmth. Warmth at being surrounded by a family that was never her own to call one. She just borrowed the time until she couldn’t bear it no more. ”You know Mortll? It has been a while since I’ve had a good fight, something that gets the adrenaline rushing. So I have to admit, I’m looking forward to this.” A simple smirk fell into place upon her lips as her brown hues peered at the form of her opponent.

[Mortll]

Mortll smiled she didn't want to harm the woman really. She actually liked Raven but she simply could not let a attack on a Dragomir go unanswered. Was it such a hard thing to speak to someone and tell them to quit before resorting to violence if something annoyed you. Mortll didn't think so and Raven would find that quite a few others would think the same. She inclined her head slightly. The street was clear this time of night even the Voodoo had no customers. "Raven Every night is a good night to bleed. Next time you get annoyed with Someone speak to them first before you go to shooting."

Mortll Paused only for a split second her hand grasped the handle of her gun and she was moving firing at the woman as she tried to make herself a harder target. She kept telling herself Don't kill her gritting her teeth. She kept repeating the mantra over and over in her mind Don't kill her she wont learn a thing if you kill her.