Do I know you? (Urjasz, Anastasia)

[Calliope Serrano]

Calli's eyes narrowed at him when she heard him speak. "Who the hell told you I shot her?! I never shot Kyla and she ran into my sword on accident. But believe me, I did not wish for her or anyone to die that night" she explained as she tried to keep her head straight. She was scared but she shouldn't dare let them know this. She had to do everything in her power not to kill this thing; but to somehow get out of this alive. At least until someone could help her.

Back at the house Pharaoh did get attacked by Apollo. But when he least expected it another huge Egyptian jackal jumped from the place and attacked the hyena. He bit into its throat just in time to save Pharaoh's life. Pharaoh looked on and barked at the other jackal. He was enacting the instructions that Calliope had told him in the park when he had almost attacked the hyena. He and the other jackal then began ripping and biting at the hyena doing everything in their power to kill the animal that had tried to injure their master.

Calli grabbed her arm as it bled and from the pain. She shook her head at his words. "I'll never be one of you, you're a monster. And I'd rather die then become one of you, regardless of whether I have to kill myself or whether my brother does it." she spoke and then spit at Urjasz. She then looked over to Anastasia with a sick and menacing look. "You should have kept your hyena here with you. By now Pharaoh has gotten reinforcements and they're probably ripping him to shreds as we speak" she explained with a cold killer-like look on her face.

She then picked up her gun and with no sign of remorse shot the gun at Anastasia and more then likely got her in the arm or shoulder.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Urjasz had bitten Calliope and then told her that she was going to be a werewolf. Anastasia furrowed her brow in confusion for a moment. Didn’t he have to give Calliope some of his blood? Oh. She wouldn’t know that. By the words Urjasz spoke, he had meant only to frighten her. Anastasia just stood there, though, not really thinking too much about it or anything for the most part. While the two fighters had been busy doing their own thing, Anastasia had made a couple more texts, her expression blank as a canvas, as if she was numb to everything around her. She couldn’t feel in this situation. Now she was looking back at Calliope, unperturbed by the look on her face. Anastasia just stared at her numbly, looking a tad tired, like she’d had a long day and just wanted to sit down. “You should have kept your hyena here with you. By now Pharaoh has gotten reinforcements and they're probably ripping him to shreds as we speak,” the woman said. Something stirred inside Anastasia, but it remained small and unimportant. Anastasia didn’t respond, merely tilted her head to the side, as if she didn’t entirely understand what this woman was saying to her. She was so desensitized right then that she hadn’t been expecting to be shot. A sharp cry of pain from her cut through the air and Anastasia fell to the ground, clutching her shoulder.

Apollo’s fangs dug deeper into the hound’s throat, blood filling his mouth. Then something else was on top of him, but Apollo refused to let go of Pharaoh’s throat. And, unfortunately for the jackal, Apollo was bigger. It might have gotten the chance to sneak under him—the only possible way the other canine-like animal could get to his throat—but that was a very bad place to be for the smaller animal. Apollo let out a snarl and raked his claws down the jackal’s face, scoring deep gashes along the eyes and shoving the other creature away from him at the same time. Shaggy fur was torn from his neck and he was bleeding from the wounds, but he was a hyena on a mission. A loud cackle escaped his throat and he bared his fangs at the two other dogs. How much longer would Pharaoh last with his throat bleeding so copiously? Two attacks it had sustained, and his face wasn’t exactly in good shape, either. Suddenly, more high-pitched laughter from around the compound could be heard. From the darkness, incoherent shapes dodged in and out of the shadows, their eyes glinting in the artificial lighting of the house. The number of how many hyenas were lurking around was unknown. Could these two sustain an attack from a pack of wild hyenas?

By now the Novosi had been able to fulfill Anastasia’s request of bringing the pack to where Apollo was. They were always watching. They were probably around right then, just observing, while Anastasia was on the ground, gasping and clutching her shoulder, her hand covered with blood. What had she been doing here? Why had she stuck around in the middle of a fight? What was wrong with her? She wasn’t cut out for this. Why was she lying to herself? This wasn’t going to bring Kyla back. None of this was going to make her feel any better. She gritted her teeth and clutched at the wound with her hand. It wasn’t a fatal shot, but it hadn’t felt very nice and it was still bleeding. Anastasia had never been able to deal with pain very well. I don’t want to do this anymore I want to go home, I want Kyla back, I want this to stop, I don’t want to watch him play with her, Anastasia thought desperately to herself. Her free hand gripped her head, tears falling from the pain of the gunshot in her shoulder. The hyperventilating kicked in, and after a few seconds it stopped and Anastasia fell silent for a moment before she got up, holding her shoulder and smiling sadistically. Taking her fingers, she slowly dug in the wound, wincing slightly, before she pulled the bullet out and flicked it to the ground. “I’ve come to play,” she said, her Russian accent dramatically more prominent than it had been moments before.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Calliope, Urjasz
→ COUNTING 722
→ LOCATION The park
→ WEARING Meh
→ NOTES You can google it. Hyenas are bigger!
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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More protests, no more lies from Calliope and Urjasz was growing angrier by the minute. How could she not see what she had done?! "Oh so it's ok if you don't shoot them to accidentally have a fucking sword out for her to accidentally fall onto? You were armed and ready for a hunt. What hunter goes out without the intention of killing my kind?" By now he was spitting his words out at her in a rage, her denial and lies infuriating him. Her reply to his bite was exactly the type of response he had hoped for. If she was not that bothered then he could of believed she didn't hate their kind, but it was clear now that this was a lie she could not keep going. "Then kill yourself. Save me the hassle. Or shall I turn your brother? Make you kill each other. Perhaps I'll make him watch you turn into one of us."

She then turned to speak to Anastasia, who until now had been fairly quiet before raising her arm to fire. Urjasz had been too distracted to stop her but it didn't stop him trying. With a quick glance he had seen that Anastasia was hit and it drove him to his next action. Grabbing the barrel of the gun, he punched his fist into her wrist, pulling it from her hands. His strength alone would of prevented her from simply tugging her arm back. She could of let go, but he was too mad to see. Swinging it round, he fired round after round at point blank range at her. The way it recoiled the shots were spread out, but he was sure they were hitting her. Looking back to Anastasia to check on her, he witnessed a new personality. It was something he hadn't seen before but he was curious to see where it went.

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[Calliope Serrano]

In response to his question she smirked and looked up at him. "I'm not like most hunters. I wasn't raised as one, so I'm the exception" she spoke as she looked at herself. Thought she had managed to dodge most of the bullets she didn't miss all of them. She got grazed a couple of times and it hurt. So she did the normal thing: she let go of the gun and flipped. She ended up backwards kicking Urjasz in the face and flipping a few feet away from him landing crouching with her hands on the ground and seemed to be like a crouching tiger.

"I'm very sorry about Kyla; I wish I hadn't killed her. But the past is the past and this is now. You wish for my death as a compensation of some kind. But killing me won't bring her back" she spoke with malice almost as if she was a robot. She was staring over at Anastasia. She noted the change in her voice and smirked showing a tooth at the edge of her mouth. "I may die today, but you will leave my brother out of this" she spoke as her accents also showed to be more defined except that it was Egyptian and very heavy.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Scoffing, Anastasia lifted a hand to pick at her nails slightly as she strolled a little closer to the pair. An odd venture for the timid and easily frightened hyena. “Oh Urjasz, trying to intimidate us with her. . . fake accent. Terrible sorry, hunter. But your Egyptian accent not scary. Russki accent scary not from her mouth perhaps, but it much terrifying more than yours,” she said. It was unclear as to who “her mouth” was that she was talking about, but the only other person there who was Russian speaking was Anastasia. The person talking. Right? She stopped walking just about five paces short of Urjasz and tilted her head to the side. “Hunter speak true. Killing bring back Kyla not. But it sure make us feel better. And if she dead, who make sure dear brother left out, yeah? What she do, haunt us?” the little blonde drawled, lifting a hand to her mouth as she let out a sinister giggle. “Hunter, count self lucky Daktari dead. Family’s family die. Family friends die. Everyone you know hunt down and murdered. We want only you and dear brother. Fair trade, yeah?”

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Calliope, Urjasz
→ COUNTING 193
→ LOCATION Park
→ WEARING Some nice clothes.
→ NOTES Hey, Calli. . . do me a favor and stop stealing my material. Kthx? It's quite okay to be creative on your own.
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Her reply simply confused him more about her mental state. Before she had denied it being on purpose, now she didn't even bother. The shots had been wild; she had been lucky. It was not something that would repeat itself. "Surely a hunter who was not raised up as one is a shit hunter? A mere amateur in the world of the true killers. To hunt a prey that is stronger and faster than you requires you to be the best of the best. You are not the best. Do not pretend to be." Her kick was easy to spot and he simply shuffled back out the way, leaning back as the foot went past. Throwing her empty gun to the side, he simply spat at the ground before her. "My point has been proven. Do not try to use such basic moves on me little girl." Her very existence was beginning to annoy him, especially how she went back on what she said before.

Anastasia and Calliope shared a cold conversation between one another and Urjasz was certain there was something very different about Anastasia. It was as if the beast inside had finally taken control, just like Daktari had always said it would. If her beast was one percent of Daktari's this girl was in serious trouble. "Who are you to tell us what we can't do? You are shit. You are nothing. Just another hunter who tries to rid the world of our kind, even though our kind let YOUR species be the ruling species. If we wanted to take over you would have no chance. And fuck it, we don't need Daktari to fuck your life over. I'm going to kill your brother. I'm going to find the rest of shit cunt family and I'm going to make you watch as I kill every fucking last one of them!"

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