The cold ones
At the end of a disaster that wiped out nearly all of mankind, two species emerge from the shadows, one of fire, the other of ice. They they have begun a conversion of the remaining humans, creating the firekin and the cold ones. These humans-turned-nonhumans are even greater than their creators, but have been caught up in the war just the same. One, the great Enigma, is on a quest to stop the war by taking as many humans, firekin, and cold ones as she can and teaching them to live,fight, and hope together. She hunts those who are broken and afraid, and she takes them, whether they like it or not. You live in this world, and you are trying to survive….
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“A gift you say? From who?” She stepped toward the bag, poking it with her finger skeptically like it might wiggle back and forth like a disturbed worm. “If that douche the duke is trying to send gifts to my father to try and make that alliance, tell him to piss off ’cause we’re not interested.”
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“Nay, a gift from myself.” He answered. “Found it in the woods, but I’d prefer not to discuss it in public, if you would be so tolerant”
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“Alright, alright,” She thought of where her father could be on today. Friday. “He should be finishing up his meeting around 7. Its only 5 now. Come on, until then we should keep it at the stables. Unless it needs to be kept somewhere else.” She asked lightly, turning away for them to head toward her house. Blaise was feeling around the conversation, trying to see how heavy a punch this thing weighed.
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“Probably best to keep it somewhere like the prisons until he can see it and… Subdue it, like them cold one slaves, what ‘e did with them.” The man answered, and once they were in the alley, he set the bag down and opened it to reveal a head of snow white hair with a few snowy white feathers woven into it.
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Blaise’s eyes burned. “Uh-oh partner, thats not good.” She reached over and pushed the head back to see the girl’s face. Yes. It was most definitely the hybrid. “Well…That’s really something.” Her voice to anyone who had truly known her gone strange, and she looked at them. “To the cellar with h-it then.” She corrected herself quickly, taking a glance at the shackles on the girl who’d kidnapped her. Isn’t it ironic how the tables swung ’round. “I myself am quite interested in it. You’ve shackled it with what? We need to ensure it cannot escape so easily if I were to observe it in the cells. I sense fire energy on it, with a bite of bitter cold. I want to look further into this.”
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“As y’ like.” He said, and carried Eni to the cellar. He was again amazed at Blaise, he’d only gotten mild discomfort from trying to sense her, no alignment one way or the other.
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Blaise followed closely behind, lighting a fist of hand on fire as she moved to follow them below her home and stables. It was good to be back, even in this danky cell, but she didn’t let it show on her face. “Alright, well, I guess I better go get my equipment.” She nodded to the man who’d brought the hybrid down here. “Go to the kitchens or bar if you like. I’ll call you when father is done.” The redhead stripped off the now tattered black jacket from her and the hybrid’s battle, tossing it on a warped wooden chair to reveal her school uniform which was also torn up in the back a bit. “I should go change as well.”
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He nodded, walking up the stairs and out the door. Eni was beginning to show signs of consciousness, if it could be called that. She stirred and murmured”Balthazar,” but nothing more came from her.
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After changing into dark green shorts, a white t-shirt and black cardigan Blaise went into the ‘science’ room gathering materials of blank slates of test glass and rubber gloves. Volcanic ash and some other ingredients were taken from the lab for her to bring down stairs to the cellar. “I take it we can’t just hand the hybrid over to your father. We’re going to make this far more complicated then needed.” Blaise shook her head, a grim smile on her face. “Oh, how you know me.” She pulled the rubber gloves on with a snap before moving over to the cellar door to open it with the keys the henchman left behind. With some tweezers she easily began plucking some of the hybrid’s hair, and taking swabs of spit from her mouth.
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Eni muttered something again, and this time she was gaining what could be considered true consciousness. Her hands slid as she tried to push herself up, groggy and confused.
(her hair would be soft, and the feathers in her hair are the same as her hair. If you pull off the cloak she’s wearing, she has big snowy owl wings)
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Blaise stepped back, dropping her samples into two separate baggies. For now, this would be all the DNA she required. “Are you waking up? Good, then that mixture I have over there wont be of any use to me.” She murmured, pulling the gloves off with a similiar snap they’d came on with. She tossed them out of the cell to cross her arms and look at the hybrid. “Well, this is a sight. Earlier you made yourself sound so sure you wouldn’t be caught by these people.” She murmured, but continued on. “Look. I’ll make you a deal.”
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Eni forced her exhausted limbs up and into a sitting position, equipping a lazy smile and all the bravado she could muster. “Who said I need to make any deals with you?” She asked. “I am exactly where I want to be.”
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A laugh bubbled out of Blaise, and Pyralis joined right in even though the hybrid couldn’t hear it. “Oh. Surely she must have hit her head on something.” Blaise wiped a tear. “No. I think she is actually serious. As you like…uh…” She never had caught the girl’s name. She shrugged. “Anyways, if you’re so excited for your death my father should be down soon.” She turned to leave the cell.
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Eni gritted her teeth. She hated it when people actually called her on her bluffs. “Wait.” She said, slumping against the wall for support. “What do you want.” She said it flatly, with no emotion, and her face became a mask of uncaringness.
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Blaise turned back to the hybrid on her heel. “I told you.”  Pyralis murmured, and she nodded. “Mm. So then, you know how I spoke very distastefully of your group of ‘peace’. I just want what you do.” She thrusted her wrist out, the bracelet gleaming on her wrist. “I don’t really want father to discover the almighty you in this state, and I’m sure you dont really either.” She said, although her tone wasn’t exactly mocking. Her eyes hardened, “Besides, if its anyone who’s going to present you to my father it will be me. So I’ll drop you off nearby your camp.”