Lira walks from window to window, occasionally glancing out but more often just stopping and "feeling" the surrounding area. Lira smiled as she remembered the first time she realized she could do these things. Things that were supposed to be wanton, sinful and wicked. But things that made her blood sing and body feel alive at the smallest level. How could it be wicked? SHE wasn't wicked and certainly Wolf wasn't. These special gifts were a part of her, and if Lira wasn't wicked, her gifts weren't either.
At least that's what she hoped.
Tonight was a restless night, Lira felt it in the almost tangible crackle that existed all around her. She was tense, the wait was upon her..
Gazing out the window feeling separate from all others, she saw a brief flicker of silvery fur as Wolf stalked in the underbrush. She knew this tenseness must be akin to what Kylar felt, when he was on a hunt.
Bloodlust singing in his veins.
Lira always thought of it as "Kristalsite."
When everything going on around you becomes very clear.
All thought and perceptions within your body scream "BEWARE!"
your muscles and bones poised to act, or react in one fluid motion.
Lira knew from experience- it was THAT time, when one must strike.
For that was HER time,
when the "all" awaited her.
The purpose and the end result unknown-yet awaiting completion.
It's simplicity lending strength and guidance for those that believe.
Lira smiles, "Bahh!!, we're just a bunch a wee bloody beasties! if you ask my opinion."

Wolf chooses this opportune moment to make an appearance.

Lira gets bowled over as Wolf rockets through the window. with a growl of greeting, he pins her shoulders down and licks her face.
Lira grabs his ruff and laughs. "silly old man!!! how was dinner?"
Wolf licks the side of Lira's face then moves off to doze in front of the door. Lira sits on the floor crossed leg.
breathing slowly, concentrating on the perimeter of the forest.

-----"BZBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-----
Instantly,Wolf responds to a silent command from Lira.
He crouches low and silently pads behind the recliner.
Only if she calls will he come out, and then there will be death.

A shadow passes in front of the window. Lira takes a deep breath and balances her spirit, in one fluid motion she is standing at ready. *KriStalsiTe*
Time slows,images blur. There is only NoW
A silhouette slips from the sill to the floor and blends into the diminishing light.
Lira turns and smiles, "That's 1 neighboor!"
The figure instantly freezes in place.
"Since we ALL know your here, let's get on with it shall we?" Lira mocks.
Her breathing slows and she feels for the reservoir of Manna.
Her smile widens.
Lira feels for the springlock on the Staff , gently rubbing the catch. The itch on her index finger becoming unbearable.

The glint of moonlight on a sword and the rustle of a cloak, reveal the intruders location.
Lira snorts,"oh come now! what are you, Dracula?!"
The figure steps into the moon wash. An eerie incandescent light hits his face,
only his eyes are noticeable. They are dead,expressionless eyes.
"Dagastine!!"
..her finger snaps home the catch on the Staff.
Lira's face shows no emotion,save for the clenching of her jaw. The deadly hiss of the Broadsword unfolding was the only sound.
he chuckles low and demonically.
hello "LEERAA" he sneers, a sparkle of remembrance glinting wickedly in his eyes.
Lira thinks, "uhoh-there's going to be trouble, and it ain't mine!" She says, "That's 2."
Lira remembers.
Always she remembers........
She had learned humiliation from him.... she had learned to hate the feel of shackles on her wrists and ankles the tiredness of inactivity eating away at her...
she had learned what it really was to be cold, sick and hungry!
And in the end..
She had met herself there, in the stark reality of surviving.
And she hated herself for the knowledge of who she really was.

It was now time to show her appreciation.
Lira raises the now unbound broadsword, and lovingly caresses the blood groove as she gazes at Dagastine thru slitted eyes.
Dagastine hesitates a moment then lunges through
and curls his saber toward her neck with an upstroke.
Lira blocks the stroke and carries the energy away,
adding it to her downstroke she grins as the silvery hiss of steel on steel pulsates up her arms.
laughing, she swings the blade under her body over the opposite shoulder and strikes downward.
She opens a gash from sternum to hip on the hideous monster...
grinning evilly Lira mocks, "ohhhh... bet that hurts."
Dagastine gasps, grappling with the shift in momentum he swings low, spinning on the balls of his feet.
and aims for her ankles.
Lira sinks two inches of her sword tip into the lacquered bleached pine flooring.
His strike imbeds itself on the rough edge of the now vibrating blade
and throws him forward to the ground. Lira pulls the sword and stabs it back into the flooring
pinning his forearm to the floor,
.......... by plunging her sword thru it.
Dagastine screams and struggles to unpin his mangled limb.
Lira barely hisses out thru clenched lips, "interesting decision I have."
Dagastine, panting in frustration and pain, growls.
"BITCH!!!. I should've let you die and fed upon you!"
Her eyes glinting with hatred, Lira responds,
"Ahhh but I DID,over and over again and now I wish to thank you for the experience."
"Oh, by the way, That's 3 and according to my book- you're out."
Lira's eyes constrict to pinpoints, an Amber aura begins to pulse around her.
She gathers her negative Chi and directs it toward Dagastine
who screams as the energy begins to fry his brain.
Coldly Lira informs Dagastine. "Yes, I AM a Bitch, do you like your creation?"
her blazing eyes flick to the opposite side of the room for only a fraction of a second..
Dagastine turns his head to look over his shoulder in response to a low growl.
Wolf leers menacingly into Dagastine's face.
His glowing canine eyes two dots of hate, bourne in a lupine mask of fury.
Lira chuffs and raises her eyebrows in Wolfs direction.
Wolf flicks his eyes back to Dagastine, then reluctantly walks over to Lira's side and stands, motionless but alert.
In a pleasant tone Lira says to Dagatine,
"It's time for you to meet yourself."
Dagastine looks from Wolf to Lira, not willing give up.

Wolf grins.

Lira Howls

Dagastines Head rolls across the floor-the sightless eyes, never having given up hope."

++++++++BEGIN RELEASE+++++++++
The wind whips wildly, clouds roil across the sky.
Tendrils of blue energy begin to explore the areas around them. Slowly, evilly creeping on threads of pulsing multi-colored ribbons
Fog envelopes the area, obscuring detail.
The clouds, suffused with the static crackle of energy discharge glow purple and blue.
Lira feels the energy enter her body thru the broadsword, having been cleansed as it traveled up the blade.
Snaking incandescently over the cross guard and up her arm,
Lira watches the etched figures running down the Blood Groove begin to glow with an eerily familiar light.
Entwined in the celtic symbols, the shining Motto

Set into steel at her hers clans "one ceremony"

A forged reminder of who she was, and why she was
.

"PROTECT SURVIVE HONOR"
The energy of the release slams into Lira.
Locked between the light and the dark, a never-ending scream
echoing through the threads of time. All else occluded
save for the primal instinct TO BE!
Visions whirl by in a chaotic blur. Seeing, yet not with eyes.
Horses..earth..sky...soliders..bright light..
one Knight head bowed, broken spirit wailing to be released
laces..sabres...blood..death..annhilation
..then Black.
Lira gasps in cooling breaths of air, the air humming in silence. kneeling on the floor, Her eyes burn from the strain of the release and she snorts derisively. "Honor" hhumfph!
"where the HELL is there honor in lopping off someone's head-- EH??"
"TELL ME!!! DAMN YOU!!"
Thunder rumbles in the distance.. Lira sinks to the floor
the broadsword skitters away, stopping in the moon wash as if to bask.
Wolf pads over to Lira and curls up around her, whining with concern.
Lira lays down against him and lets the tears roll silently down her face.
"I truly do no think we are evil my friend."
Wolf chuffs quietly and lays his head across hers.
Lira lifts her head and looks into Wolf's liquid amber eyes.
The reflection of the fire, sparking memories of a croft in the Highlands.
She smiles wistfully and says, "Tomorrow we leave for home."
Wolf silently acknowledges the plans, and lays back to rest.
Lira stares at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.

The moon begins it's nightly round as sentinel
.A swirling portal opens before you

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