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Racheal tensed up a little bit after he stopped rubbing her shoulders. She couldn't help it. When he held her from the back and told her that he loved her Racheal couldn't resist. She took a deep breath, "I love you too." She said in a hush whisper, looking over at him. "You know this whole bad-girl thing isn't just because I want to. I have had to many betrayals and to much pain to really trust anyone. Surely you've got to understand where I'm coming from with this." She said, for the first time sounding easy and mellow. She blinked a few times, trying to fight back tears that had seemed like they'd been brewing for years.

Prince Nuada blinked, "I know and if I could've prevented it you know I would have." He said and began to sway a little bit once he knew that she was fully relaxed. "I can't believe what you have described to me though, my people are nothing like that. Maybe you were in the wrong place because all of my people are not beasts or brutes like how you described them." He insisted, loosing his hold on her. He let her go and walked to the hog, snatched the blade out and examining it. The steel felt cold and hard against his finger tips.

OOC::// You want to do a RP about dogs with me?

OOC::// Sure! So I'll make it?
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Racheal sighed, "Believe what you want." She said loosely, as if she was nothing and what happened meant nothing. She felt a slight tinge in her wings and backed up against the wall, scratching her wings against the cold metal. She smiled in relief, finally attempting to pull her wings into her skin. It worked, although making her bones feel like they were melting into her skin. Racheal gasped in relief as the horrible process was over. Glancing at Prince Nuada gave her a little more confidence.

OOC::// No no no I'll make it so you don't have to.

Prince Nuada looked up and smiled when he saw the wings were gone. "Beautiful. You need to practice that more." He said, looking over at the hog and sizing the blade up to the gash mark made. "Your throwing could use improvement too." He said and looked at the blade again. Frost covered the base of the blade, almost to the brass handle wrapped in a tattered black piece of cloth.

Racheal smirked, "Yeah well you try throwing knives in an atmosphere that could freeze you to death in a matter of minutes." She snapped back, turning her back to him. She walked over to a corner and slumped down into it, laying her head against the cold metal. She could see a white cloud push out from her mouth, knowing it was her breath. She sat for a few minutes before standing up and grabbing her knife away from Prince Nuada. She walked out, noticing a few agents walking by the door. She smirked again and went to her room slowly, turning a sharp corner and heading down a long corrider.

Prince Nuada smiled off the snap and followed after her. Not minding the agents giving him nasty looks. He kept up with her, turning as she did and walking in tune to how she was walking. Obviously taller than her though, Prince Nuada looked as if he was copying the way she moved. Her every swing of the arm and her every deep breath. He kept up until she reached her room, darting to the door and swinging it open for her. He smiled some, noticing Liz coming down the hallway with Red. He chuckled, knowing they wouldn't want to see him there. Liz of course re acted dramatically, pulling her weapon from her hoilster and aiming for Prince Nuada's chest.
"What are you doing here!?" She snapped, glaring at him.
"It's a pleasure to see you too Elizabeth." He said with a smile.
"You didn't answer my question." She snarled.
"I'm here for no reason that would appeal to you." He snapped, shutting the door behind him.

Racheal smirked when he shut the door behind them both. She lazily flicked the lights on, pulled a thicker t-shirt on, and went over to her radio. She pluged in her Ipod and smiled slightly, turning these songs on in order. Since they were her favorite songs since she had heard them the first time.
Hero - Skillet
Whispers In the Dark - Skillet
Live free or let me die - Skillet
Headstrong - Skillet
Rebirthing - Skillet
Riot - Three Days Grace
Animal I have become - Three Days Grace
Pain - Three Days Grace
Time of dying - Three Days Grace.
She walked to the kitchen, washing her hands and drying them hastily. Grabbing a Dr.Pepper out of the fridge she cracked it open and sipped the cold drink.

Prince Nuada glanced at Racheal when she went to wash her hands. He grabbed a picture wedged into the bookshelf and stared down at it. It was a profiling picture that some people must have snapped of her when she was horribly abused. She had a thick purple eye on the left side, every rib countable, hair matted and messy, and a very dull grey look. He looked back and forth in disbelief, not sure if that was even Racheal. He noticed the eyes in the picture, still burning brightly as they do now. He looked at Racheal again when she came in and sat down, "Widow, this is you?" He asked, obviously it was.

Racheal gulped down some Dr.Pepper, turning the radio down some when she heard her boyfriend speaking to her. Instead of looking at him all she could do was nod slightly, her eyes getting misty a little bit from the thought of how much she grew and how great of a fighter she was now. How much she could've done back then but didn't. Everything that had went wrong in her life seemed to make her wounds burn and sting in rage. She winced on the inside but refused to show her weakness on the outside. She looked straight ahead, music settling in the room. She sat ever so still.

Prince Nuada shook his head and sighed, placing the picture back between two of the books in the bookshelf. He took a seat beside Racheal, gazing heavily into the side of her eyes. He sighed, "Your tired." He said finally, lifting her up and placing her down in her room. "If you wish for me to leave I shall." He said, arms folded across his chest now. Remembering the flowers he left for her days ago made him smile, thinking about how happy he made her.

Racheal resisted the urge to punch him when he picked her up and carried her to her room. She sat on the corner of her bed, looking around the room. "Don't leave just yet, I kind of enjoy the company." She said, flashing a grin. She kicked her shoes off and lay back on the bed, relaxed for the first time. "You know, your alright for an underground kingdom villager." She said simply, not meaning to offend him in any way. She took a deep breath, putting her hands on the back of her head and looking up at the ceiling.

Prince Nuada sat back on the bed, looking over at Racheal with a smile. "I love how your so relaxed." He said admirably and held onto his knee. He smiled deeper and leaned over to her, kissing her on the cheek. Only when he pulled back did he notice to cut under her jaw bone. "Racheal, what happened?" He asked, feeling the cut with his fingers. It wasn't fresh, but it wasn't that old either. He was worried for her now.

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Racheal smiled some and sighed when he asked about the cut. She was still foggy on the kiss and her answer was slow. She moved her fingers up and touched the cut herself, snapping back to reality. "Oh, I got in a fight with a couple gang members when I went to New York and this is the scar I got from it." She explained, letting her hand drop slowly down by her side.

OOC:: I don't know too much about zombies or anything but I can give it a whirl

Racheal took a deep breath and sighed, looking over her shoulder and then at Prince Nuada. "I think you should go on back home, I've got some work and some training to get done. I'd like to be alone while I'm training. So, bye." She said before standing up. Her knees felt wobbly and her legs tingled at first, she couldn't feel anything in her legs. Except the feeling that thousands of needles were in her legs. She shook her head and walked to the door, waiting for him to leave so she could go to the library and train.