Connor’s Comments (group member since Jul 21, 2012)

Connor’s comments from the Where will you go? group.

Dante stood, studying this girl. She was brave staying here as long as she had. With him saying he wouldn't hurt her, she should have run for the hills. All the others did. Though back then, they were a good chase. Now, all he could do was watch and laugh as they ran for their lives, even though their lives would be spared. It amused Dante to no extent. Screams of terror and tears of woe! They were Dante's favorite sounds. Though this girl, she did neither. She stood her ground and stared right back into his eyes. That was a dangerous move. Most people would avert their eyes, under the impression he could steal their souls. Though she knew naught, and stood her ground firmly. Dante was starting to like that. It presented him with a challenge. How much would it take to have her running?

Dante stared at her and listened to her words. They way she spoke now had a sense of power to them. As if she thought she had conviction, and a way to make Dante bend. Though she murmured under her breath, Dante could hear her. Her voice had a pity flowing around it. Did she pity him? He did not want her Pity! Dante moved upon her and raised his hand.
"Do you pity me girl?" He said, his voice raising. "What do you know of me to pity me! I do not want pity! Especially pity that comes from a small insect of yourself!" He said, practically screaming in her face. Her pity infuriated him. He knew he could not strike her, without the wrath of Kyrian coming upon him. He then proceeded to answer her question. He lowered his arm and bent a small bit to whisper in her ear. His voice was coated in evil and malice when he said, "I do this, because it is fun."

Dante smiled at her answer. He was going to enjoy her. She seemed fiery and feisty. He liked that. Though her attitude was no enjoyment. He hated that part of her. She was of good size and of average beauty to Dante. He would have his way with her, if he didn't think Kyrian would fight him and cause him a world of pain. He hated it when Kyrian fought against him. He searched his mind for Kyrians presence, but like him, he was being muffled. This girl, whomever she was, silenced the mind they both shared. Dante didn't like that. What he would have liked was ravishing the girl and then drowning her in the river, but because of his promise to Kyrian, he could not. So he used what else was at his disposal. Rudeness and hateful and sarcastic comments.

Kyrian looked at the girls emerald eyes and saw the fury behind them. He had already infuriated the girl! He loved it! He studied her up and down and noticed her hands were in fists. He gave a devilish laugh at her words. She was going to get rid of him? Ha! Fat chance. She'd have a better chance biting the head of a fly in one shot then getting rid of Dante. He was Kyrians burden, and he loved it! Torturing him made him feel, well happy! It was the best part of being apart of Kyrian. Being able do torture him with whatever. Though he became less fun over the years when he learned he could tune Dante out. Though, her confidence and bravado was humor to him.
"You? Little, helpless, and worth no more than a flea on a camels back girl is going to get rid of me? I'd like to see you try!" He scoffed at her, crossing his arms and using his eyes to burn holes in her.

Kyrian had been enveloped in their conversation, he never took account for the time. As the kiss deepened and their passion became evident, he couldn't help but smile when her hand came to his face. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but it was an eternity Kyrian would have gladly stayed in forever.

Though, as quickly as the feeling of her soft lips came, they were gone. He sighed a sigh of happiness. It was his first kiss, and it was the greatest thing he had ever experienced. He badly wanted to return to kissing her, but now he had to face reality. The sun was setting, and night time was happening upon them. This was what he dreaded. He didn't want Alyssa to have to meet Dante, it was a frightening thought. But she had to face him, and so did Kyrian.
"Dante will come soon." He said, his own eyes widening with horror. At this point, he should have insisted she leave, but he couldn't. He needed her to see this. If she was going to be with him, she had to know Dante. She would, either way. He watched the sun set more, and the darkness started to come upon them. And then it set in on Kyrian.

His head got foggy and dark. He didn't want this to happen. But it was going to. The pain he felt always as Dante ripped his way forward came over him. Kyrian fell back on his back and let out a roar of pain. Slowly Kyrian could feel his self fading away. Fading away from Alyssa. "Alyssa...don't be afraid." He said as he faded all the ways away and Dante resumed his mind.

Dante smiled an evil grin and rose. He gave a sly look at Alyssa and smiled wider. "Oh well what do we have here? The little one that was making me pass out! How'd you do it huh? Are you a little witch? Or just the word that rhymes?" He said, giving an evil cackle to himself.

Kyrian could tell that she was happy from his reactions. It was the truth. Kyrian did need her. He needed her badly, and he didn't want to leave her. He didn't want her to leave him. Kyrian smiled when she blushed at his words. It made him feel good that his honesty was making her feel just as good as she made him feel.

When she gave him his answer, his mouth curled in the biggest smile he'd ever had. This wonderful girl. This wonderful, beautiful, amazing girl, was allowing him one kiss. He would never had thought that this moment would come to him. He felt a pang of nervousness. Through all of Kyrians life, he had never kissed a girl. Dante had, he had done more than Kyrian would have ever been a part of. Kyrian himself though, had never had something as simple as a kiss. He watched her eyes close slowly and he took a breath. This was their moment. And theirs only.

Kyrian moved his right hand down her face and to her right arm, and he moved his left hand to the left side of her face. He slowly brought her forward with his hand, and he moved forward himself. He closed his eyes as she moved closer to him. She was close now, he could feel her breath on his face. It was warm and soft. Her smell was wonderful and enticing. These things soon enveloped him and the final inches closed in. Finally, for what seemed like a decade to get there, their lips met. It was a sensation unlike no other. Her lips were soft, wet and warm. When their lips met it brought tingles throughout his body, like electricity being shot through him. This was amazing. He tilted slightly to the right and moved his right hand down to her waist. The warmth, the way her lips felt. This moment was historic for him, and it showed him more about the way he felt about her. He soon knew, that what seemed like a small spark, was now a fire. That he wanted to burn brightly for the rest of his lifetime.

Kyrain listened to the words Alyssa spoke, all the while he studied her lips. He watched the way they moved as she spoke, and again his wonderment was back. He wonder what joy he would receive if she allowed him a kiss. The he so desperately wanted, becoming as he felt he needed this kiss just to survive. He could tell that she had no knowledge of just how beautiful she really was. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to describe to her all the things she held and tell her how much he was loving the things he saw. Even the way she spoke was beautiful. But her beauty was deeper than just her appearance. Her spirit was what was truly pulling Kyrian in. It was the true source of her beauty. If he could explain this, he would. He had not know her for more than an hour or so, but he already knew that she was a spirit that he needed to be around. A spirit of pure compassion and beauty. This was how he saw her.

Kyrian chuckled and dismissed her apology. "Please, there is no need to apologize. Your curiosity is pleasing. Its nice to discuss these things with someone who honestly has a desire to know. With someone like yourself, who has your compassion, its quite easy." He said with a smile. "Dante speaks a lot, usually to me or no one in perticular. I've learned to tune his rambles out. But this is not what has happened. He is silent. At your arrival, he took leave." He said, his own curiosity peaking. It was strange that Dante was so silent, but Kyrian decided he would enjoy it, rather than question it.
"I am quite happy for the relief." He spoke with another chuckle.

Kyrians heart was set a flame when she said that she liked him. This girl truly didn't want to leave Kyrians side and seemed to honestly care for him. This was a luxury Kyrian had not experience but from his own mother. "Maybe you are right, Alyssa. I do need you. It is apparent already that your presence alone is enough to cure me from Dante's rambles." He spoke, his happiness now apparent in his voice. Kyrian was truly happy that she agreed. She knew that Kyrian needed her, and Kyrian sensed she may have use of him. He felt the overwhelming need to protect Alyssa, and he swore to himself in this moment, nothing shall harm her while he was around. Not even himself.

He looked to her eyes and was drawn in yet again. Kyrian loved looking into her eyes, and thought he would never get enough of it. Kyrian smiled and closed his eyes when she reached out and moved the hair out of his eyes, misplaced by the wind. Kyrian in turn reached out and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, his hand brushing her face softly, but sending electricity through Kyrian. His hand returned to her cheek and stalled for a moment as he spoke, "Thank you Alyssa." He said kindly with a smile. Next he asked a question that he had been dying to know the answer of since he'd laid eyes on this beautiful Angel.
"May you do me the honor of a kiss, m'lady?"

Kyrian had not wanted this girl to leave and did not want her presence to end. But he didn't want Dante to hurt her. He would not. He would fight Dante, to his own last breath, if he tried to harm this beautiful girl. Thinking of the things Dante would do to her, just to spite him, made Kyrian sick. For relief of these horrid images, he looked into her eyes. He felt his heart flutter again. Her presence was magical, her touch was beautiful and the way she spoke was elegant. Kyrian knew he could not leave this girl. He knew he could not stand to have her away from him, for even a second. Kyrian studied her face, every detail of her face. He would not forget her face.

Kyrian knew he did not want her to leave, but he also knew she may get hurt if she stayed. He could not control Dante, because of the deal they struck. He was not sure how Dante would react to her, and he was scared it would be bad for her to find his reaction. He was scared to leave her, but more scared to find her hurt because of Dante.
"He is in my head, yes. But, he has been oddly quiet. He's there, but silenced. It is an odd thing for him to be so quiet." He said, questioning exactly why Dante was so silent. He went dark when Alyssa arrived. Maybe it has to do with her presence. I'm not sure, he thought to himself.
"He's been quiet for a while now, since you arrived here. Alyssa, do you think it could be you keeping him from my mind?" He asked her with a slight smile.

Kyrian felt her hands squeeze his softly. Her next words surprised him greatly. He didn't know what to say, but his smile widened and a laugh came about him.
"Alyssa, you are the kindest girl I have met in this lifetime," He started, "but I cannot help to wonder what would drive you to stay with me?"
To finish his statement, "Though, I would not reject your offer. To have you with me, it would be a great honor." When he finished he kissed her hand softly. Her skin against his lips was a feeling of great sensation, making him wonder what her lips held.

Kyrian wiped his own eyes of a few tears and the images away from his mind. He looked up at her and saw the tears falling down her face. He brought his hand to her chin, and moved to her cheek. He wiped her tears with his thumb slowly and smiled at her.
"Please, do not cry over my past. It is the past and I have learned to look past it." He said softly. "One with the beauty of yourself should not cry, Alyssa. Especially for me." He said with a small laugh and a smile. He looked again into her eyes. Even with the tears, they were still mesmerizing. Her eyes were filled with a kind of caring Kyrian had not felt in a long while. They were warm, and kind. Though, he could tell she was not one who could not take care of herself. She was a strong girl. Kyrians heart beat harder, finding himself more transfixed with this girl.
"To answer your question, I came here seeking a refuge to fight myself. I found this place, and have stayed here ever since. I made a certain bargain with Dante, where he can have the night, so long as he didn't do anything horrible such as murder and adultery." He said with a certain satisfaction. Life had been quite good ever since he made that deal with Dante. "I get the days, but he gets to stay an ever present voice in my head. Commenting on most things, but I have learned to listen past his rambles." He said with a little laugh. The wind howled once more and then died down to a small breeze again, once it found Kyrians tale was over.

Kyrian nodded with a smile. He looked down at their hands. It seemed to good to be real, and something he never thought he'd have the chance to enjoy. This made his smile grow bigger. If he could make this moment last forever, he would. But he knew that was too good to be true. This would end. He had to face the unfortunate truth of the matter. Even as he felt his heart flying for this girl, he knew that he would outlive her, and that, would be something he really couldn't handle. The thought of this girl away from him destroyed him now, what would he think if things did go farther and he was with her until she died? He would die himself. In his mind and the rest of his soul. He would be a shell.

He looked into her eyes again. They gave him reassurance and he felt...something from them. He wasn't sure what it was, but he enjoyed it. He wanted it to intensify. He blinked once, and then he put another hand over hers.
"To continue, the worst part came the first night Dante found control. He went...berserk. He murdered my family and then proceeded to kill the witch who did this to me, ruining my chances of redemption." He said, speaking the grave words he thought he would never speak out loud. They hung in the hair grossly. He looked away from her and down at the ground, seeing the images of his family, mangled and desecrated.

Kyrian took a breath as her fingers entangled his own. The feel of her hand in his - pure magic. He loved this and it gave him the confidence he needed to continue his story. Kyrian nodded at her and smiled. He squeezed her hand a little bit, trying to give her the signal that this was helping him go on. He though she may be cold as the wind picked up, so he slipped off his over coat. He revealed his clothing underneath. A simple maroon button up shirt and dark pants to match. He laid the overcoat around her shoulders, his hands running down her arms as he let go of the coat. Her skin, as soft as it was on her hand. It was perfect to Kyrian, and the best feeling in the world. He looked up at her and his gaze met her eyes, with his hands still on her arms. He moved them down more and took her hands again. This was another moment that he would cherish, until his own life faded from him. He took another deep breath, really soaking this in.
"Yes, to put it plainly, there is more than one person inside of me." He said with a smile at the simplicity. "To explain this, is a little difficult. See, I was cursed. With the curse of...immortality. This broke my spirit, and my mind, in two." He said, still having the courage to speak, he didn't want to stop, but he knew that he must to let the information sink in. "Is this too much for you, Alyssa? To foreshadow, the story only gets worse from here." He warned her, but he truly wanted to continue, it felt nice to have this companionship. He was scared when this story was over, so would be there time.

Kyrian was extremely pleased that she had decided to stay with him. Though he was frightened. He had to tell her the truth. It was all he knew, and she was expecting his story. His very reasoning for why he lives here. He forgot his worries when he felt her hand in his. Her skin was soft, and warm. She would never know how much this moment meant to him. The contact of another human. Contact that was sweet and mysterious. He loved the chain of events that were happening, and he didn't want this to stop. He stalled for a while, savoring the feel of her hand. Of her skin. Finally, and reluctantly, he released her hand. His own tingled.
"Well, I live here, Alyssa. This is the place I must call my home. For reasons, that are for the greater good." He said, images of his past flashing quickly through his mind, having him stall. He thought of his next words carefully, not wanting to scare her.
"I am, a unique persona, I suppose you could say. To be honest, I am of two persona's. One, the person you are meeting now, Kyrian." He stopped, not wanting to say the rest. He looked to her and smiled. For some unknown reason, he could trust her with this next information, and for another, he knew she wouldn't run.

Kyrian watched her movements carefully. He smiled at her waving hand and the way her lips moved when she spoke. He was happy to finally have another person around, and he was happier that it was this intriguing women. He listened carefully, hanging on every word.
"Oh no, no. Its no intrusion. I am...very pleased you...wandered in." He said, with another smile. He looked up and again, he was lost in her eyes. They were beauty, and he lost his train of thought. He was silent for a few seconds until he realized that he was no longer speaking and just staring at her eyes.
"Eh-ehm" He spoke, clearing his voice.
"This river is very beautiful, yes." He said, finally agreeing with her previous statement. He waved his hands to the ground, offering her to sit.
"Sit with me, please? If you want to know why I stay here, you will want to sit. It will be a long time before I am finished, if you want my honesty, Alyssa." He sat slowly and looked at her, "Will you stay, Alyssa?" He said, raising his hand up to her.

Kyrian smiled happily at hearing her name. Her voice was music to his hears, and Kyrian wasn't sure if he could get enough of it.
"Alyssa, what a beautiful and...fitting name." He said, with another smile. Kyrian began to approach her slowly. Finally he met her and took her hand. He kissed it softly, trying to be a gentleman, like his mother taught him.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Alyssa." He said, looking back up into her beautiful eyes. Still, his head was quiet. Now he noticed this fact. It was quiet, Dante was silent. Good, he didn't need his bantering to ruin this moment.
"May I ask, why are you here at my river? Well, I suppose its not my river, but I don't get many visitors, so I have started to treat it as such."

Kyrian watched her movements. Her small curtsy and the way she brushed her hair behind her ears. He was quite entranced by her at this moment. He almost forgot to speak.
He heard her question, and it took amount before his answer bubbled in his mind.
"My name, madam, is Da-I mean Kyrian." He said, his rough voice carrying across the now quiet forest whispers. He bowed deeply, like he would have bowed in front of a queen.
Kyrian now noticed that his hood was still arose over his head. He grabbed at the corners and pulled it down slowly. He looked at her, is eyes red and orange eyes piercing at her. He smiled slightly more than before.
"And yours, if its not to much trouble to ask?" He asked her.

He stared at her. He really hasn't been around the presence of another human for a while, and a human female for a longer while. Kyrian took his hands from his pockets, to make his figure look softer. He took another step towards her, and another. He wasn't sure what to say to her. He heard her majestic mouth expel one wondrous word. A word he hasn't heard in years.
'Hello'.
'Hello,' She said 'hello,'! Kyrians mouth pricked in a smile. He was glad to hear that word, that one magnificent word.
He stammered at first not sure what to say, but he finally forced the word out.
"Hello," He said, his voice coming out small, but you could hear the happiness in his voice. Everything when quiet in the wilderness around him. Even Dante was quiet, but Kyrian did not notice that. He was focused on this girl. This girl who reached out and said, 'Hello.'

Kyrian walked the bank of the Ashes Trift River, he walked quietly and listened to the rushing waters. The current was strong and the rocks were large, but he had a sense of happiness. The wind blew, it had a vile, evil chill to it. Kyrian didn't like this place, but Dante insisted. Kyrian only liked the water of this place, and even that sometimes seemed evil. He heard Dante rambling on endlessly in his head. Something about "night" and "blood" and "sex" but Kyrain never really listened. He has learned to tune Dante out most of the time. Kyrian pulled his black leather coat around him tighter and lifted his hood. He hated the chill of this place. He walked down farther, following the river. Then he heard a feint noise. Singing. Female, by the sound of it. He kept walking towards the noise, finally seeing the girl sitting by the bank. He Stood and listened, not sure what to say, or do. And Dante was seeming quiet except for his rude comment being along the lines of how hot the girl was. Kyrian was not concerned with the appearance of the girl, though he did notice she was beautiful.

Name: Inevi

Name of Owner: Kyrian Dante Feris

Apperance: Inevi is a hawk. But of different colors. He matches his owners eyes. Being red, with dashes of orange through out his feathers.

Stone: His stone his purely white with flecks of black through out it.

Family: Kyrian is his only family.

Other: Inevi is his masters keeper, and also the label of who is in control. When Kyrian is, he is mostly orange. When Dante is, Inevi is mostly red. If he is any solid color, that means one of the two is on full control. He keeps Kyrian in check and is his only company. He often stops Kyrian from loosing it, and going insane.

Name: Kyrian Dante Feris

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Height: 5' 7"

Appearance: Kyrian has a strong face. A rock jaw, and smoldering eyes. Almost quite literally. His eyes are red, and spiced with orange. His hair is short, spiked, and a deep black color, almost as dark as the night. He is a well built male, and it most certainly shows. He has strong, blistered hands, showing how much and hard he has worked. He has toned legs and very light on his feet. Though, his most memorable feature our his eyes. They are a sight most cannot forget.

Rock: Kyrian's rock is pure white. It has dashes of black flecks through out it though.

Personality: Kyrian is... peculiar. (Man this is hard to explain, what I have in my head that is.) Kyrian is a sweet soul. He is kind, helpful, sweet, and willing. Though, he is often sad, and hateful. He wants to help, but cannot let himself. He wants to love, and be with people, but he cannot let himself. He is dark, dangerous. And he can't help it. Its not him. Its the Red in his eyes. Dante. Dante is his alternate personality. At night, he takes over. Kyrian can only watch what he does, but Dante has the control. He constantly bothers Kyrian and tries to take over in the day as well. Kyrian fights this terrible battle and because of it, because of the things Dante does... he lets himself close to no one. He believes himself a danger, hiding himself away from people. And it becomes harder everday to be who he is.

Brief background/history: He has a dark past, and that has effected him in many ways. Kyrian has been cursed. He is immortal. He cannot die, and he has tried. He has done everything short of cutting his own head off to kill himself. And he hasn't tried that because the curse also prevents it. He was out-casted to Joro by the same who put this curse on him. When he was cursed, it broke him. He became two. Dante was born on that day. He proceeded to kill his family while Kyrian watched from behind his own eyes. This hurt Kyrian even more, and made him worse. For years he didn't fight Dante. Dante went on causing terror, simply because it was in his nature. Then Kyrian woke up to his actions and fought for control, eventually striking a deal. Dante could have the night, but he could not kill. Thought Kyrian could have the day, Dante still got to be present and heard. He deals with this everyday.

Family (if any?): Kyrian's family is gone, and even though he has an interest in one, he won't allow it. Dante is too dangerous.

Other:

Hmmm, respect. She just gave away her position. I could kill her now. She thought...
"Because now I know exactly where your at and...I have an arrow and a bad attitude!" She shouted back, pointing her bow in the direction the girls shout came from. She could only hope she didn't have to use it.
"And I won't kill you if you don't attack! I usually don't say that to people!" She added on.
She patiently waited for the girls next move on the matter.

ON! Sorry, I'm a bad role player. Been busy. But I will try to be better!! I"M SO SORRY!! :''''(

Morgan smiled. The girl had balls, she'd give her that.
"You should because any moment I could kill your deer, and you. In a matter of seconds. I won't, if follow my instructions." She paused, thinking what else she needed to add.
"Oh, and don't attack. If you make one wrong move, telling me I'm in danger, I'll kill you before you have time to take your first step."
She waited calmly for the girls answer. She sort of hoped she wouldn't have to kill her. Maybe they could be friends. Probably not, once people got to know her, the ran. But, maybe for a short while they could get along. This was a secret hope, she'd never voice it aloud. To anyone.