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Amphora
Legacy Name: Amphora

The Cream Tigrean
Owner: HowlingHooves

Age: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 13th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 13th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

How Do I Live, Leeann Rimes

The day wasn't cold, and the evening hadn't made much headway in cooling the dry heat anymore than usual; it was a warm, slightly damp but mostly dry, spring evening when a group could be seen gathering in a field that many children often wandered into so they could catch the fireflies in the summer. But these people were not there for insect catching, no their visit was far more somber, filled with tears and clothes of dark color.

One woman, dressed plainly in black from dress to stockings and shoes, stepped away from the throng of people, turning around to face them in front of the grey, polished cross headstone, taking a deep breath as her lower lip trembled with unshed tears for her love. She closed her eyes tightly before speaking, opening them once again to look over all the people in attendance of Fragment's funeral. "I would like to apologize to anyone who feels I may have been unkind to them these past few days, please do not take it personal. I understand you were all trying to make sure I was going to be alright, and no matter how fruitless that will ever be, I thank you for caring that my well being would not deteriorate." Lifting a hand to her puffy, red and makeup-less eyes, the young woman swiped a few stray tears away even as more crept down her pale, rather gaunt looking face.

"Fragment was the love of my life, and he brought so much joy to everyone he met, whether they had been enemies or friends doesn't matter. He had some kind of effect on everyone he came in contact with, and nobody can deny that he will be missed. Fragment was my best friend, my lover, my fiancee... my everything, just like he was everything to those who needed him to help them. I can still remember the night before he died, when we sat up in bed just talking. He told me that we shouldn't mourn him, that we should be happy that he's done so much already, but... I don't give a shit what he said, because I don't know how to not miss him, how to not cry for losing him, how to live without waking up to his smiling face and not being able to touch him, to smell him or kiss him."

Her gold eyes met one man in the crowd, much older than she and sporting rather thick, forest green head of hair, as well as a dark brown, leonine tail. Her tears fell more quickly as the eye contact remained strong, and she suddenly clutched at her arms tightly, red marks appearing when she removed them once more. "Daylen, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry that you lost your son, and I understand that you have been angry with me because I took him away from you, but I love him so much Daylen. Please, it wasn't his fault for trying to make this city a better place, and it wasn't yours for raising him to be so proud. I'm sorry...."

The woman fell to her knees as she cried, her head bowed toward her chest as she wrapped her arms around herself again; she could hear others crying, some stepping forward but hesitating to help the purple haired woman. One man stepped away from the mourners, the green haired man, and he knelt down on one knee in front of the woman who had apologized to him repeatedly, wrapping his arms around her and hugging the broken woman tightly. "I wasn't mad at ya, lassie, I was so very happy to see Fragment had found a woman like you ta keep him in line. Amphora, it hurt me ta see the both of ya together, reminded me of my own wife so many years ago. It wasn't anyone's fault save the men who killed him. Don't be blaming yaself for the things that be happening." The man's accent was heavy, but Amphora had never found out where he hailed from and wasn't in the mood to ask him now. It didn't matter, nothing did anymore to the woman.

As she cried into the man's shirt, Amphora couldn't help but feel empty as Daylen spoke to her in hushed tones, and once she was able to stand without shaking, Amphora turned around and looked at the grave where her lover was burned beneath. Everyone left slowly, trickling off to their homes or a bar to drink themselves into oblivion. Only two people remained with Amphora, a younger woman, a sleek purple tail falling beneath her own dress, and Daylen. The three remained at the grave for hours before returning to Frag and Amphora's own bar, locking the door behind them to retain some form of privacy as the three also drank themselves into a stupor in hopes of everything being a dream, though their eyes could plainly see that, in each other, this was not something anyone would wake up from.


Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day

I told you I'd always love you, no matter what happened between us. If one of us left, we would love each other all the same; it one of us died we would meet up in the afterlife. And if one of us were killed, we promised we would avenge each other. And I intended to keep that promise, Frag. You're death won't be left unanswered, and those responsible will pay for the tears they caused, for the blood they spilt onto the ground.

"I'm looking for Nuke." Her voice was lilting, soft spoken. But beneath all the heartwarming tones and polite words was a fury that would forever go untamed, a anger that radiated about the pale young woman. She could have been beautiful once, but with all that pent up rage it would be a miracle if she found anyone willing to give her a go.

As she slapped a few bills onto the table, a ring shone on her finger, a large one; engaged. And the weapons, hidden but still in plain view, made you wonder if she could really use the pistol strapped to her shoulder or the knife at her thigh. Her gloved hands said she could, and the whistle that hung around her neck implied she had backup just waiting in the shadows.

"And why might you be looking for him?" The bartender asked her gruffly, polishing a glass to perfection as he did so. The woman only smiled deviously, knowing she had found her quarry from the response she had gotten.

"That would be personal. You wouldn't want my friend over there to get mad, would you?" She jerked her head back, the bartender looking up from his pointless duty before the color drained from his face. Following his gaze, I saw a horrifying creature standing in the doorway. It must have been a dog, at one point in time at least; half it's face was torn away, claw marks gouged deeply into one shoulder, drool fell from its growling mouth, but no matter how many times I saw the thing I always felt something drop into the pit of my stomach. Looking back to the woman, her purple hair unmistakable and her gold eyes full of a hatred so deep it frightened me far more than the dog could, I watched, as I always did when Amp was in this mood, and waited.

"I'll only ask you politely once more. Where is Nuke? He has something to atone for." She was still seated at the bar, though her hands were clenched into tight fists, her shoulders set, leg muscles tense as if waiting for something to come at her. She would be ready to jump away and allow the dog to sink it's teeth into flesh. "Where is he?" Her whisper spoke volumes, echoed even in the small room before the bartender pointed a shaking finger to the backroom.

I followed her steps quietly, though her dog stayed where it was at the door, my hand on the gun at my waist. If she needed someone to help her, it would only be me for backup- her dog couldn't make it in time if she were to fall into trouble. "You think it's really Nuke, Amphora?" I asked her, my voice thick with fear, but not for us, for the people who would die this night.

She nodded her head once, locks of purple obscuring the view of her face, though I knew it to be calmer than mine. "He's here, I can smell him pissing his pants." She spat out, looking back over her shoulder at me before her long, creamy tail switched to the left. "Stay here, Badriya; this won't be a clean kill like the others." I only nodded my head before curling my soft wings around my shoulders, leaning against the wall just outside the door.

"You bitch! You think you can bring your slimy ass in here and expect everything to go over as planned? Ha! You're gonna di-" The voice was drowned out by a gunshot, followed by two more. I waited for a few moments before going in myself, and I nearly threw up the meal I had eaten hours before when the smell of blood hit me full force. Like Amphora had promised, it wasn't pretty; blood was everywhere, covering the walls, the overturned table in the middle of the room, the chairs, everything. Even Amphora had gotten some on her creamy skin, the red lighting up her golden eyes all the more vividly

"Another one down, seven more to kill. You up for it Badriya? I understand if you want to back out now. This life isn't for everyone." She told me quietly, her voice sad. Nuke had been a friend, once upon a time, that much I could gather. But now they were enemies, well had been enemies at least.

I shook my head before speaking. "I need this, Amphora. They killed my brother, too, not just your fiancee. They need to pay for what they did, and no one plans on making them but us." I told her bravely, though I knew she saw right through me when she looked up and over, smiling consolingly.

"I know, Ri, I know. But sometimes I wish it wasn't us that had to deliver the message." She blew on her whistle then, and I heard the half alive dog snarling and barking viciously as the bartender screamed in agony before they died out with a few muted gurgles. I shuddered before walking back out to the main room with Amphora, the older woman squatting down and rubbing the furred side of the dogs face affectionately, though her eyes were disheartened and looking far, far away. "Let's go, Ri, Jagger. We've got a lot of ground to cover to avoid the police and get our next killer." The dog whined sharply before plodding away into the streets, dimly lit by the neon signs above our heads as we followed the monster.

It sniffed around for a short time before barking gravelly, Amphora offering me a small smile before we followed the dog into an alleyway, through the mazes of buildings; Jagger would lead us to our next target easily. He stopped after we went a few hundred feet and I opened the bag I held on my shoulder, letting Amphora place her knife and gun holster into it before taking off her clothes and folding them over the top; I followed suit quickly, though I kept the necklace on. I watched the purple haired Amphora shift, her tail lengthening and fur replacing skin; she was so much prettier than I was. Her form was just as beautiful if not more deadly, the Tigrean marking on her back a deep shade of amethyst that shone over her cream colored fur.

I shifted as well, my wings growing large enough for flight, looking down at the small, green snake that was curling itself around my leg and smiling at her; Amphora wasn't the only one to have a companion, but Faith was more than just a snake, she was what her name implied for the end. "Get moving, Badriya. Jagger has the nearest traitor's scent." I nodded my head and followed after at a run, the four of us disappearing into the dark shadows of the alley.


Here Comes Goodbye, Rascal Flatts

If I had said it was worth all the trouble, I would be lying through my teeth.

Losing Frag was bad enough, but when Jagger was taken out while we were on the hunt, the loss of the dog almost drove me crazy. If it weren't Badriya I surely would have gone mad. She kept me sane when my father passed away a few weeks after losing the mutt, she kept me moving when all I ever wanted to do was sleep the rest of my life away or throw fist after fist at the ground, into a building or tree, or anything that was there. The scars are there on my knuckles, a distant memory of what I had become for what seemed like years though, sadly, it was only five months before I broke out of that barrel of dead fish.

But then she died, too. She had to go and leave me here on my own, to finish the job we started! Damn whatever God thought they could just swoop in and take everything I've ever had in my arms! If I ever see them, I'll kill them! My anger isn't in the wrong, this sadness has followed me for years but still they think they can laugh at and mock me. Though now.... I think I'm in the right to be mocked. Dead at the hands of the one I trusted with my life when Frag was murdered; how ironic, right?

I don't know how long I've just been living in a survival mode, of sorts, but every time I see myself in a reflection I come to the same realization over and over and over again. I'm not alive anymore. My hair used to be vibrant, it used to shine even in the dark, but when I look at myself and run a hand through my hair, the color is dull and ugly, it feels dry and so very fragile between my fingers. And my eyes, they scare many people but now I fall prey to fear at the loss of light in them, along with the always darkening bags beneath them. No, I'm far from alive now.

Maybe that's why I went out to confront him, because I knew that he had done it. For a long while I had, Ri had told me when he had found her on her own and left her for dead in our motel room. I had been too lost to do anything then, to distraught at the loss of my friend, the woman who had become my sister and only living family. I loved her so much, and how I cried for her... I took her home though, to her mother and father and younger sister. They offered me a place among them for returning her, but I declined and left after bidding my farewell to Badriya. And then I was face to face with him. Tristan, of course, knew I would come and so he was very much prepared to face my wrath. I remember smiling at him as his pistol was aimed for me, my own dropping from my shaking fingers to clatter on the wood floor. The ringing that hit my ears was only the start of what would come. For Tristan anyway.

But now, the sharp, burning ache in my side was testament that I would die soon enough. And all I can do as I think that my end is coming is that I'm happy. So very happy. The air was warm when I had made my way here earlier in the night, but now I feel cold, and my fingers and toes are numb. I think they are anyway... But it doesn't matter, not now since I'm with Frag. Or his grave, the cold headstone where he lies beneath. It's in our field, the place where he asked me to marry him and I, in turn, gave him a bloody nose; we had only just met and he had the balls to ask me that, what a dumb ass. But then, he proposed here again a few months later and I just couldn't say anything but yes. This is one of our last memories together, where we were alone and only needed each other.

Standing is becoming harder to do now, and my knees won't stop shaking. I still manager to kneel on the ground before sitting back, leaning against Frag's headstone. I can feel myself smiling, but really... I don't know if I am or not. It feels so surreal right now, well the smiling part anyway... this gunshot hurts like a bitch though the warmth of the blood seeping from it is a big, and somewhat comforting, contrast against the cold that's rushing through me right now. Opening my eyes, I look at the grave and smile before closing them again. I feel like just going to sleep, and that idea sounds like one hell of a good one at the moment. I can feel myself smiling again, and then I can feel myself falling to the side, sliding off the polished rock. "Just another kiss, Frag... It's all I need." Whether I say that because I'm delusional or because I... well, it's probably because I'm delusional but after I say that I can feel a soft touch on my forehead. "Alright, Amphora.. Go on home, I'll see you in a few days, baby."

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