| Awakening |
[05 Nov 2005|04:52pm] |
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The rest had done Illyria good. She could feel Searchlight changing, in the distance, as she had rested, calling more people...vampires, all supernatural creatures could feel it. Perhaps there would be some way to release the memory of Wesley, Angel...that battle.
Illyria came back to herself in a cave, seated on the hard ground, nothing had bothered her, including the bats and other night creatures that inhabited this cave. She needed sustenance, and to explore, find lodging in this city, close enough to sense the power out in the desert, yet far enough away to resist it's pull. It wanted violence and she was, as yet, not prepared to fulfill that wish.
She rose smoothly to her feet, her movement silent and graceful as she exited the cave and headed for Searchlight.
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| Beginnings |
[20 Jul 2004|01:35am] |
I feel it calling me. The power. It is unbelievable. I find myself wanting it. Painfully. I realize it is painful to want in this frail shell, my insides ache, though I have no organs. Nothing to 'feel'. This humanness has robbed me of what I was.
Illyria felt the call from Los Angeles, and decided to follow, with the ever faithful Spike in tow. Since the showdown with the Wolf Ram and Hart, he had been her constant shadow, and only companion. Angel had gone. To Rome, to ground, Illyria did not know, nor care. It was painful to look upon him, now. The failure to save Wesley a deep chasm between them. It would likely never heal.
The mountains of Nevada were calling her, and Spike, too, she was certain. He'd been restless, wanting to kill and run for months now. He chose not to, as her only example. And to keep her from rampaging through the City of Angels on her own, she imagined.
So, they would go, together, and discover this new power. Perhaps tap into it...
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| New Journal |
[16 Jul 2004|11:39pm] |
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I find this creating to be tedious.
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