Crack of Dawn [Avielle]

Avielle Blaire‘’
Must have been out of her M I N D;
Make her out of her M I N D

It was almost beautiful to watch as the boy threw javelin after javelin into the throats and hearts of his targets, his deadly precision making him appear almost feral. The thick ropes of muscle in his shoulders and back slid fluidly under his skin as he trained, but nary a hair was out of place. Smirking devilishly and crossing her arms, Avielle mentally pushed Indrik Pantheon ‘up’ on her imagined roster of interesting specimens.

At last he noticed her, turning and raking her skin with those piercing eyes of his, Indrik smirked as if amused by the lanky girl’s presence. Bothered to show, have we Av? Thought you'd still be recovering from your latest dose up. A tiny flare of anger spread through the teen at the cutting words but was quickly extinguished beneath a coldly calculating thought; Lets see how far I can go before he plummets.

Giving a mischievous wink and flipping her lengthy, scarlet stained hair, Avielle watched silently as Indrik gave another flawless demonstration of his skill. Proceeding to the rack of spears once more, the boy spoke So what brings you here at this ungodly hour? Giving a quiet chuckle and rolling her eyes wryly, Avielle sauntered over to where Indrik stood weighing a spear in his hand. “Why Indrik, you sure know how to woo a girl..” Coy sarcasm dripped from the redhead’s words as she bumped the towering boy with her hip.

Giving Indrik a playful quick jab on the shoulder, Avielle couldn’t help but wonder – when had little Innie-pooh turned into such a hunk? Bending down to touch the floor with her fingertips, the bony lass began her stretches. “Why do you ask? Hoping that I would come here just for you?” Straightening and then proceeding to reach back, grab her right ankle and bring it up into a scorpion stretch, Avielle smiled and stuck her tongue out at Indrik.

And so the cat toys with the mouse.

Avielle Blaire‘’
Must have been out of her M I N D;
Make her out of her M I N D

Avielle laughed at her friend’s playful comment about stealing her heart but couldn’t help but ponder the possibility; he had all the right attributes, really. All she would have to do was try and… What am I thinking? the girl scolded her self inwardly, My lifestyle is far too luxurious to anchor myself to someone. Glowering at the floor as she continued to rake herself over the coals, Avielle didn’t even notice that Indrik had begun to talk again until a sudden, expectant silence hung in the chilled air of the unofficial ‘training center.’

Snapping back into reality, the slim-bodied teen blinked a few times before looking over at Indrik and nodding mutely, hoping that whatever he had just said was a question and that she had answered correctly. Bending into a backward bridge, Avielle did a few kick-overs while discreetly eyeing the rather attractive Indrik, her mind buzzing with possibilities, plans and the like. Really though, we’d be cute. The sudden, adoration-filled thought caused the teen’s hand to slip upon the mat in shock and sent her sprawling to the padded floor, a momentary look of horror planted upon her pale face.

C'mon, show me what you can do. After all, I just gave you a show, only fair right? Looking at him incredulously, Avielle quickly regained her composure and stood, her face carefully forced into an expression of sly arrogance. Walking over to the rack where Indrik stood, Avielle brushed her fingers over his thick bicep before choosing a handful of silvery throwing knives with varied sizes. As she tucked the projectiles into her waistband, the redhead reached up and mussed Indriks hair before jogging lightly to the center of the mats.

“I guess I have no choice.” She said ruefully. “But be warned, I could trip.. maybe snag you on a knife or something.” After giving the towering hunk a wink, Avielle sprang into motion. Ripping two knives from her waistband, the skinny lass flung them at the nearest targets where they hit one between the eyes and the other in the throat. With a blown kiss at Indrik and a devilish grin, Avielle began to run toward what she called the ‘hanging maze’ – a makeshift forest mixed with gymnastics bars.

Leaping onto the first vertical bar she came in contact with, the teen jumped to a ‘tree branch’ and stood there, balanced precariously upon the thin bough while she threw four more of her knives into the faces and hearts of the targets. Face flushed with the exertion, but grinning all the same, Avielle grabbed the faux-trunk and shimmed down to the floor. There, she blew Indrik another kiss, took out her last knife and flung it with pretend ease in the general direction of her friend. The rather small object flew through the air and lodged itself firmly in the floor a few inches from where the piece-o-hunk stood.

Breathing hard, Avielle walked over to the boy and grinned, her face red and coated with a light sheen of sweat. “Jeeze.” She leaned on Indrik’s solid left arm. “I need to start taking my iron pills again.. My anemia is really kicking me in the butt when I try to do anything that involves… moving.” Brushing a few strands of vivdly colored hair from her face, Avielle took her time regaining her breath before speaking again, a smile in her voice. “Well, from the looks of the targets.. I’d say we’re even when it comes to aim, eh?”

Welcome to the Balcony Scene…

Avielle Blaire‘’
Must have been out of her M I N D;
Make her out of her M I N D

Avielle’s multicolored eyes had drifted shut for a moment before the smooth baritone of Indrik’s voice pulled her from whatever rest she intended to get. She felt the smooth leather handle of her last throwing knife slide into her palm and she curled her fingers around it, holding on tightly for a moment before opening her eyes a smidge, straightening, and tossing the dagger at it’s rack where it lodged into the aged wood.

Closing her eyes once more and leaning back until she found Indrik’s thick arm, Avielle relaxed against him and gave a small grin as his cool hand slid over her skin, pushing her hair back into a somewhat out-of-the-way state. Close. Close. But not quite. You missed that last one remember. Avielle was about to reply when she felt a short poke to her ribs and Indrik’s body shift beneath her as he grabbed yet another javelin.

Opening her eyes, the lass opened her mouth to reply, but was yet again cut off by Indrik’s pleasant voice. Expecting a jest or at least a teasing remark, Avielle smiled and raised her arm, preparing herself to retaliate. But what came out of her friend’s mouth was a sentence totally unprepared for; a compliment.

Avielle’s mind went blank for a second before she recovered, her pale skin flushing ever so slightly from the threading of honesty in the boy’s voice. She turned her face from him and stared at the floor, sorting things out in her head, making new plans, plotting a way for her to resist this childhood-friend-turned-model. Determination clouding her eyes, the redhead forced herself to think of Indrik as a friend and only a friend. Unfortunately, this brand of thinking only lasted until the boy’s words caught her attention once again.

You like my arms I take it? Or do you touch and lean on everyone's biceps? Looking up at Indrik and his self-assured grin, Avielle couldn’t help but give a somewhat predatorial smile back. Turning to where the whole top half of her body was pressed lightly against the towering lad’s arm, Avielle wrapped one of her skinny arms around Indrik’s bicep while her free hand traced patterns on his shoulder. Eyes flashing mischievously, the thin lass spoke. “Everyone’s oh no. Only those who rise above standards.” Winking and giving him a quick pinch, Avielle released her friend’s arm and strode away toward the targets where she alternated pulling the knives and javelins from the targets and making faces at Indrik.

“Come on, Innie-pooh, lets play a little game of cat and mouse. Try to catch me.” With a last look at the boy, Avielle made her way toward the Hanging Maze and catapulted herself into the mess of bars and ropes. Grabbing a branch and hoisting herself onto it, the teen balanced there, looking expectantly down at Indrik. “Need some incentive? Fine. If you catch me, I’ll do whatever. If you don’t… Well, you have to try Glitz.” Crossing her arms over her chest, the willowy lass stood upon the tapered branch and waited, the feral grin never leaving her face.

She's fresh to death,
She'll be the death of you.