Demon in the Garden
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long lost twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got lost in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised سے طرف کی lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks پہلے and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.
Name: Kaleb Anton
Alias: Arkana
Age: 17
Alliance: Hero
Appearance: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", pale skin
Personality: kind, caring, withdrawn, doesn't trust people easily, stubborn, brave
Powers: He has transformation powers that allow him to alter his appearance, martial arts, fights with a bow staff with a hidden blade
Bio: His life as a kid was normal, he went to school, he helped at his dad's shop. When he was sixteen he left his family after discovering his powers. He trained for a سال abroad before joining the team
Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it:
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic کتابیں are right on schedule.
Video Game something یا other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic کتابیں are right on schedule.
Video Game something یا other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....