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Looking down at the broken and charred man at my feet, I can feel my lips curl into a smile. Knowing Parks and Reed were watching the sick satisfaction I feel as I break this man’s body I begin to voice some words of reassurance for Parks. “Stop feeling bad for this traitor Parks, he deserves no sympathy from us. If he or his cohorts managed to gain the upper hand you know they would inflict the worse form of torture their corrupt minds could conjure up.”  The man at my feet began to sob and closed his eyes. An uncontrollable feeling of disgust rushing through my body at the sight of the retched man at my feet turned my smile into a scowl. Turning away from him an impulsive order leaves my lips. “Reed dispose of him now, he is useless, but make it clean this time I don’t want to find bits of this cur in my hair.” I can feel the glee Reed feels at his new orders as he nods with a sadistic smile plastered across his face. I take in every small movement Reed makes as he thrusts his palm out over the man. Reed no longer leaning on his staff for support he stands steady and tall no indication that doing so causes him intense pain. As he slowly closes his hand loud audible cracks emanate from the body of the man on the ground. The surface of his skin ripples with small movements as if worms were crawling right beneath the surface. Hearing my name I look up from the now clearly dead man. Parks is talking to me. ”Do you hate them?” The question puzzles me but I answer regardless. “Of course I do, they are traitors to the God Emperor.” Looks down at the corps and began to talk again. “The Emperor did not hate Horus despite everything he did.” My blood started to boil at this “The Emperor had love for Horus before he was corrupted by Chaos, do you know what I have for Chaos! I have hate nothing but hate, I have never sympathized I have no love for them that can shine through the hate.” Parks sighed and looked away from me. Reed was glares at Parks as he now heavily leans on his staff. Parks actively avoiding Reeds glare looks back at me. “You have never suffered any grievances at the hands of the heretics so how can you hate them?” I look at Reed who is fuming at this point and say. “It’s not what they have done to me it’s what they have don’t to mankind as a whole. “Parks turns and looks at Reed who was burning a hole in the side of parks head with his stare. “Despite any personal vendettas against Chaos, it is not our job to hate them it is our job to pity them.” Reed looking ready to explode spoke through gritted teeth. “Pity, I am supposed to pity them! I was raised by Sorcerers that only saw me as a pawn to be sacrificed. When I started to show promise as a Kinetic and a psychic they readied my sacrifice to the dark Gods. If Liliand had not been raiding the area for the three sorcerers, I would not only be nothing but a husk for the dark gods, but also one of the most terrifying demons to ever walk this plain. During my salvation the demon that was trying to claw its way into our realm and clung onto my soul though I was able to force it out it left clawing and biting with rage. I still feel the unholy pain linger in my right leg; it is a constant reminder of the life that was taken away from me. I am not a person I am an instrument, I was raised as a tool for summoning a greater weapon, but I am a weapon I only live for vengeance.” Parks unblinkingly responds with “I pity you as well.” Reed looks ready to lung at Parks but Reed glances at me as if to remind himself not to attack Parks before turning away from the both of us to collect himself. I give myself a second to process everything Parks and Reed just said. Parks has an incredibly pure and unbiased view of the world and that is one of the reasons why I have included him in my talent. Reed is a much simpler addition in terms of motivation. However what complicates him he is one of strongest Psykers ever recorded. In the event Reed mentioned he was able to force what Intel concluded would have been a demon demigod from his mind and back into the Warp. Reed did all of this as a child with little to no training, since then he has been trained by the best for the last couple decade or so it has been confirmed that he could easily be an Alpha plus grade Psyker. He is in fact so powerful that a great portion of his early training was simply to detect if he was a Demon. It is only in recent years that he made the effort to seek me out and join my team. I have known that his intentions were petty and his motivations misguided, but that is why Parks is his constant partner. I hope that Parks rubs off on him, just not too much; Parks agitates me as well with his constant need for justification or reasoning behind every action is irksome; more than that Parks is a powerful Anti-grade Psyker known as a Pariah. Parks could very easily kill Reed and I, it is insurance in case either of us ever snap. I pull myself out of my head finding myself blankly looking at the corps and address Parks. “Call Bel’ann, we are done here and Parks I want you to look into the next report we have received, Reed will be accompanying you I still want to look into something here.” Reed was now absent mindedly looking at the flowers in the garden. I almost laughed at how much it looks like he was sulking at the thought of spending time with Parks alone. Parks was blushing now and asked “can you not call her?” This time I did let out a snicker as I said” But she won’t want to hear from me as much as she will want to hear from you.” Parks turned away from Reed and I as he pulled out a communications device and made the call. Reed stopped staring at the flowers to look up as the canopy of green was pushed aside by a descending craft. As it approached the field Reed had set up to stop the rain retreated and the rain once more began to fall upon us. Reed and Parks walked underneath the long slender craft as a bay door near the hind opened up the ship is slightly larger than the whole courtyard that we are standing in so it stayed in the air almost four or five stories up. Reed did not even bacon he just looked at the open doors and Reed and Parks began to ascend to the open doors Parks looking uneasy at first, but then shrugging it off. As the doors close and I lose sight of them I begin to walk toward the thrust open iron doors before I can make it to the doors rain begins to strike me once more the ship no longer hovering over the courtyard to block the decent of rain.  Walking through the grand entrance of this gothic structure the sweet scent of rain and the lingering scent of burnt flesh almost immediately are replaced with a stale scent of stagnation. The interior of the building is bathed in a dim orange light.  I look up at the source a large stain glass mural depicting Saint Celestine bathes the center of the empty room with its majesty. While I look up at it I grip a gold bead Rosary that hangs from a clasp on my belt and fingered the beads one by one. I silently make a prayer before continuing. The dim light projected dark shadows in the corners of the room and pitch black shadow leave long lines by columns that come down from second floor pews.  I know no one is here so I just continue to walk to the pulpit at the end of the room under the mural. My heeled boots make a loud clacking echo as I make my way down through the pews. A door is located on the wall under the mural. It looks old and out of place in the gothic structure the. I grasp the cold iron handle of this greying wooden door and gently pull.  It is locked, so this time I pull hard and a loud splintering crack echoes multiple times over before dying out. I let go of the iron handle and it hits the ground with a clang and a crunch. The handle and a large chunk of the door around the handle lie at my feet. I gently push the door open now it creeks the entire time it drifts open. A stair case descends into darkness on the other side of the door. Staring into the pitch black I grasp the hilt of my sword, though I cannot see though the dark veil I can see a familiar aura deep in the catacombs. I think to myself have I found you, so eagerly that I actually whisper it out loud. I begin to descend into a blind world.

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Darkness is broken by a thin shining ray of light fighting its way into closed eyes. My torso feels as though it is caked with drying mud. As I lift up my cheek from the cold ground, pushing my body up. I can feel the dry layer of grime crack and hear a soft crinkle like that of crumpling paper. Swallowing hurts, letting out a cough of pain I struggle to open my eyes but my surroundings seem entirely too bright for my eyes as they fight me to stay closed. As I manage to put my knees under me, hands flat on the ground I gasp for air suddenly realizing I don’t have enough in my lungs. My chest expands, and for a brief moment relief spreads through me with the air I breath. My expanding chest lets out audible crackles and I feel the dry caked on grim as it begins to fall away in little shards. I move one hand up to my chest to aid gravity in its removal of my filth. But on my way to my chest I feel warm droplets hitting my hand. My surroundings are slowly clearing up as my eyes gradual allow more sight. A weight pulls my head down forcing me to look at my open palm and see the Crimson impact points of the droplets. Thoughts are slowly falling about themselves as I suddenly realize I am bleeding. Falling on my side I roll onto my back and look down at my chest. I just stare at the broken and black cracked land scape that covers my chest. A numb curiosity guides my hand to the swollen flesh around my Icon to Chaos. Without any control I peel away a large flake of the caked on blackness. Underneath is pink and as my gaze just sits on the bare spot pores begin to well up with many little red flecks and over flow into a little red steam the cascades with a horrifyingly insignificant trickle. Everything becomes crystal clear in an instant the patter of rain, the rustle of trees, the clatter of people moving and talking; the smell of burning meat, damp grass, flowers, and the smell of freshly turned soil; the taste of copper, the cold wet ground, the weight of my own clothes, and the numbing pain the pulsates from my chest. Over everything I could feel piercing presence looming over me, forcing my eyes wide open. I see a fair featured face looking straight down at me, as my vision clears I can see it is female. My initial thought is how this pale woman is beautiful, but as my eyes move from her smiling lips up the small bridge of her to her eyes. Her Lightning blue eyes encapsulate my gaze and terror fills my body as what just transpired comes flooding back. Her gaze crushing more than the pain, bringing an overwhelming feeling of dread and emptiness, knowing I had to escape it I do the only thing I feel my body will allow me. I close my eyes and begin to silently sob. I can feel the dread and fear flow from my bleeding torso and my weeping eyes as I try to beg, but no sound will leave my throat. The only thing I can hear leave my lips is a crackle, the only thing my body will do is lie still and drown in its own sorrow.

Yoga Day 2-6; Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! These past few days of yoga have had the same sequence, with the option to repeat it more times as the days passed. I did it once the first two days, so I ended up doing it four times today. It was a good stretch to start the day with, and I could stretch further the more I repeated each pose. Can’t wait to see what the next sequence is! Enjoy the food and family today! 😛

Yoga Day 1

Hello readers, this is Brittany! So the yoga today was a real quick sequence made up of two poses: Tadasana (mountain) and Urdhva Hastasana (arms overhead). I liked how much the site elaborated on the kind of posture to have for the mountain pose and the transition to arms overhead. It was a relaxing way to start off my day. I went to my first football game on campus today, and it was our homecoming game (so we won pretty easily) 🙂 . My roommate’s family was in town, so they took us to a nice Mexican restaurant after the game. They were great, and it was a nice night out. Looking forward to adding more poses to the yoga sequence!

Yoga 30 Day Challenge

So I (Brittany) found a 30 day yoga challenge for beginners on Pinterest. I really enjoy yoga, and I’ve tried a couple sequences before. I feel like this challenge will make yoga more of a routine for me. Loki and I are going to start it tomorrow, following these instructions: http://act3.hubpages.com/hub/Practicing-Yoga-at-Home-A-30-Day-Yoga-Challenge . We’ll try to post everyday how it goes, along with some daily updates with all the holidays and final exams coming up. Hope you enjoy if you join us 🙂

Our Movie Bucket List!

This is a list of the movies Loki and I wanna see together! 🙂 We’ll cross through one whenever we watch it (then probably write a review on it).

-Planes Trains and Auto mobiles

-Napoleon Dynamite

-Edward Scissor hands

-Alice in Wonderland

Safe Haven

-Titanic

-Revolutionary Road

-Pulp Fiction

-Zoolander

Silver Linings Playbook

The Notebook

-A Walk to Remember

-Frozen

-Enchanted

-Tangled

-A Princess Bride

-Fox and the Hound

-Hunger Games (whole series)

-The Last Song

-The Three Amigos

-Les Miserables

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A woman sits on a stone bench staring down at her feet. The grey sky lets down a slow patter of rain. The grey stone path that lies before her has become a long mirror walkway. Lighting blue eyes stare back at themselves in the reflective sheen of the walkway. Water trickles from the rim of the woman’s black capotain; her reflection is dashed by the pouring water. She glances over her shoulder to address a man standing behind her. ” Parks, go get Reed.” Parks looked up and began to speak, “Are you okay?” She shot him a dirty look with furrowed brow and piercing eyes. She quickly averted her gaze and looked down at her reflection once more, hiding the anger in her eyes. Her voice was still thick with malice as she spoke softly, “Reed, now.” Parks began to walk down the stone walkway though a quaint garden full of crimson flowers, their color intensified by the rain. At the end of the walkway, two large iron doors sat atop four stair steps. Even more imposing than these monolithic doors, a Gothic church-like structure seemed to grow from these out-of-place doors. Parks pushed the iron double doors open effortlessly despite their size. Stopping halfway with the doors, he looks back at her and says, “Liliand.” Before he could get another word out, Liliand looked up and shouted, “Enough!” The rain seemed to slow, as if afraid to fall for an instant as her voice died out in an echo. Parks sighs as he walks through the double doors. The doors silently close behind him. Liliand’s gaze hangs on the Iron doors as it follows a Relief sculpture depicting a cluster of bodies and spears clashing with a twisting horde of fangs and fire. After studying the scene, her glance shifts to the smooth stone walls surrounding the entire property. The looming grey walls are only broken up by the occasional vine trying to scale their smooth surface. With not much to see, she looks up into the pouring rain; the sky is almost invisible through the thick canopy of foliage that stretches above the walls and hangs over the entire clearing. Despite the heavy canopy, the rain still pours through at an increasingly steady rate. Without the smooth-looking, gray walls that encircle the plaza and church, everything inside would surely be overtaken by the flood of vegetation. With her face now soaked from looking up into the green and gray sky, she looks down into her reflection. Taking her hat off and placing it on the empty space on the bench to her right, her short, black hair is quickly soaked by the rain. She studies her pale skinned reflection that is stark white in comparison to her matte black wardrobe. Her blue eyes shimmer and flicker with bright intensity like a flame. She stares into her own flickering eyes quickly becoming oblivious to her surroundings. Her gaze breaks suddenly as she looks down at her black-gloved hand that has moved to the sterling silver sword hilt. She grips it tight as a strange heat creeps through her glove from the hilt. She stares into the empty eye sockets of the silver skull that adorns the bottom of the hilt. Knowing that it wants to be drawn, she pulls it out of its matte black sheath. The sword slides out silently, the blade so brilliantly silver that it looks like it was crafted out of a mirror.  Holding the blade upright in front of her, she looks into a perfect reflection of her face and surroundings caught by the blade’s brilliants. Her reflection winks at her and she scowls, and in reaction her reflection begins to silently giggle. Turning the sword around, she rests the tip on the smooth stone at her feet. Without pressing down at all, the tip of the blade buries itself in the pavement. As she waits, the rain picks up and begins to fall in sheets. The foliage above is rustling so ferociously that it is almost louder than the now strong patter of rain on stone. Water is rolling off of Liliand’s black matted cuirass and armored trench coat in streams.  The air turns stark blue for an instant and a second later, the sound of the rain and rustling foliage above is drowned out by the deafening crack of thunder. Liliand reaches over for her hat as the wind picks up and puts it back on. At the same time, the iron doors slam open with so much force that the left door’s hinges crack and snap with a noise that could compete with the crashing thunder. The door wavers and then falls over sinking a few inches into the ground and pavement with a dull crunching thud. Liliand watches the preceding inquisitively. A moment later, a tall man with shoulder length black hair and a dark 5 o’clock shadow steps though the doors. The heavy wind throws his black hooded cap around immediately upon exiting the doors. His silvery cuirass shines out from his dark cloak. The second his silver tipped black boots touch the last step, the wind and rain stop. Liliand makes a quick glance up seeing the rain roll off of thin air over the stone walls. The man walks briskly towards her, his right leg moving stiffly. His steps are followed by the clang of metal on stone as his staff punctuates his steps. He stops feet from Liliand, with a scowl he waves his hand back at the now broken wide open doors as if beckoning someone to follow. A bald man in brown robes flies through the air as if he was being dragged by a noose and hit the ground at the dark haired man’s feet with a damp thud. The bald man starts to stand, but before he can get off his knees, the dark haired man strikes him with the butt of his copper-colored staff directly in the forehead. The man keels over and starts to rub his head. Liliand looked up at the dark haired man and said, “What does this man know, Reed?” Reed says with a hiss, “He won’t talk, but he is most certainly a traitor to the emperor.” As he said this, he made a flick of the wrist and the chest of the bald man’s robes split open to reveal an eight-sided metal star bolted into his chest.  Liliand glances up from the man and asks, ” Why have you not infiltrated his mind?” Reed responds with a growl, “If he is associated with Chaos, there is no telling if he is possessed or has other traps that lie in wait.” Reed looks back at the doors. Parks is making his way back to them. As Parks walks up to them, he looks up at the rain rolling off of the air and calls out, ” Don’t like the rain Malcus?” Malcus Reed glances up as he says “No Nathan, not at all.” Liliand stands up during this exchange, twirling her sword around her wrist and sheathing it. She then bends down and grabs the man on the ground by the metal star, her fingers digging into his flesh as she lifts him of the ground with a single arm. The man lets out a groan and upon hearing it, Reed turns back to the man with a sudden look of delight in his eyes. Parks unlatches the gold buckled clasp of an ornate crimson book with gold lined pages from a sheath on his belt made to hold a book. Reed takes a step back so he is level with Parks as he is staring unblinkingly at what is transpiring. Parks has flipped to a bookmarked page in his book and is now reading under his breath. Liliand stares directly at the man’s face as he clutches at her arm. Liliand shouts out, her voice still dripping with malice, “If you comply, I will send you to your false gods swiftly!” The man stopped struggling and looks into Liliand’s eyes, then spits at her. Unflinchingly, Liliand maintains her stare as the spittle hits her face and begins to dribble down her cheek. Liliand uses her free hand to reach up and wipe the spit away without breaking eye contact.  Liliand said in a hiss, “You have made your choice.” As she said this, the flickering firelight nature of her eyes suddenly changed to a steady burning blue glow. The man looked down at where Liliand’s hand was holding him up by the metal star. With a look of disbelieving horror, he watched as the metal star began to glow orange and white as if it had just been taken out of a forge. The man began to scream with a horrific twang of terror and pain. Liliand just looked up at him and smiled as the man’s skin began to sizzle and darken like cooked meat spreading outward from the now glowing white hot star on his chest. Despite the visible heat that is wafting off of the star, Liliand’s gloved hand shoes no signs of burning. Flailing like a helpless child, the man in an already cracking scream looks into Liliand’s burning blue eyes and screams, “WITCH!”