Not afraid -- Sirius

[SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH]

The night lit streets of London bustled angrily, emitting so much noise that no one took notice of the crack of a witch apparting into Hyde Park. A cat dashed for cover, fleeing from the sound. The large oaks that lined the park looked miserable in the gray of the season. The many paths of the park pulled Lissia in. Swiftly, she moved down the path she had arrived near. Her arms were folded protectively across her chest. A few people were still within the icy park, enjoying their evening out. The arrival of Nalean and the other stranger had caused Lissia to slip into the familiar dark, brooding world. Angry, vulnerable thoughts swirled ominously in her mind. She let out a sigh, trying to relax herself. Her hot breath clashed with the freezing world, and the white steam beckoned her forward. Further into the park, the paths become more and more quiet.

An intimate couple made her grimace. Of course, drunken lovers had no shame. She moved quickly past them, toward a lone bench quiet a distance away. A lamp behind it illuminated it enough to be seen from ten metres away. She was not sure if she was far within the park to be a considerable distance from the rest of the occupants. Chose the corner of the bench to sit in, leaving a vast expanse of it open next to her. A lingering anger remained. However, she was here to try and forget about it. After all, it was a massive overreaction to the situation. After all, Nalean pitching up on her doorstep had to be a good thing, right? It went that she had not become a death eater and that she was safely out of Raven’s grasp. However, the other stranger arriving – she knew that she could not trust in his goodness. Well, perhaps she was more unwilling to trust. The only reason she tolerated Connor was because she knew that he was harmless and preferred to think than to fight.

It was easy for Silisia to fall into a state of vacancy, especially when she was alone. Thoughts merged to form a separate world in which Lis relaxed into. In this state of mind, she was ever so placid, and utterly unaware of those who moved around her. She knew that it was stupid to get lulled into this sense of security so easily as even the remoteness of the bench was visible to unfriendly eyes. Her mood became tepid, moving away from the vulnerable anger that had surged up earlier in the day. However, it could easily be swung any way. She closed her eyes, listening to the hub of the great city that thrummed with night life. Muggles seemed so oblivious to war that was raging around their heads. She smiled to herself, trying to enjoy the ignorant joy that ignore the less than cheerful news reports.

YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST sirius TRY TO HIDE FROM MY KISS 485 -- so sorry, no muse for a starter thread. BUT YOU KNOW haven't decided what she must wear THAT YOU CAN'T muse is dead CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT hope it's ok. you may be mean if it's not. i'll try write more

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

was it strange to see Sirius unshaved and very unclean? Not these days. Honestly, he couldn't care less what people told him or what people said about his unshaved face. To him, there was nothing or no one to look to. You could say he had lost all hope on everything. He had lost the track of time, the track of everything. It was amazing that he was still alive. The fire in the fireplace slowly started to get smaller and smaller. Hours went by like minutes. People kept coming and leaving. They all left Sirius Black alone in his room to brood. Yes, that was the sight you would see if you stepped inside the Grimmauld Place 12. It was still the headquarters of the Order, but the people that kept coming there meant nothing to Sirius. He simply didn't care. Could anyone blame him? Not really. After what he had gone trough it was amazing he was still standing and not gone completely crazy. Of course there was always Remus to keep his sanity in control, but not even his best friend could pull him out from his brooding.

Today, Sirius had been sitting in the kitchen, watching the fire flickering in the fireplace. The fire had been going there all day and every time it went out, Sirius just sat there. He didn't move nor even get up. He only sat on his ass. Yeah, he had that bottle of whiskey, but after a while even that liquid ended up in his system. Was he drunk? You could say that. Sirius was very use to alcohol, so one bottle of whiskey was nothing. It would have to take him a lot more to get drunk and to kill his liver. You would be surprised if I told it was still inside of him, maybe not in one piece or the same color as the rest of his organs. There was voices around him. Someone said something to him. He only nodded and waved his hand. The fire started again in the fireplace. Those red and orange flames were alluring. His grey eyes didn't move away from even though someone called for his name. His name was Sirius. He was the last of the Blacks. He was alone. He had lost his best friend James. And now, the son of his best friend was gone too. And it was all Sirius' fault. The man could see Harry's face, distorted from pain and suffering. His godsons scream filled his head.

No!

He inhaled sharply and opened his eyes. It took him couple seconds to get a hang of where he was and who he was. His head was on the table, resting on it's hard and cold surface. The after taste of whiskey lingered in his mouth. Sirius slowly got up, his head pounding. The man groaned. This time he got up from his seat and actually walked to the kitchen. He opened the first cupboard. It was empty. So was the second and the third. Sirius scoffed and brushed his forehead. Did he really drink all the alcohol from his own house? Well wasn't that just great. He was just too lazy to go and get some more. Usually people brought bottles to him. But now, he had to go and get himself. Sirius rolled his eyes to no one. Yes, he was fully aware that he wasn't supposed to go anywhere, but he really needed alcohol in his system. So, Sirius stumbled out from the warm house. He was going to switch into his animagus form, but he decided to apparate first. Sirius arrived in..Hyde Park. " This isn't the..bloody hell." Sirius cussed and quickly looked around him. There were no people around him, there no souls to stare him. He felt more safe, he felt more confident that he could walk here without no one recognizing him. Sirius started walking. It had been a while since he had actually taken a walk like this and he wouldn't admit, but it felt good. He sighed the air of London. It felt good to just walk around.
Well, that was until he spotted a person sitting on the bench. He hesitated should he walk past her. And out of impulse ( or the alcohol), Sirius walked at her. She was pretty, he gave her that. Maybe she was just a muggle who had no idea that he was actually a wizard. " Nice evening isn't it?" Sirius said finding his voice a bit huskier than he thought. Maybe it was the lack of speech the past 3 months or the fact that he drank whole bottle of whiskey earlier today.

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[/color]} too much, i rambled on Dx
{NOTES[/color]} sorry it took me a while Dx[/font][/left]

[SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH]

Pulled into her own small world by the undercurrents of pensive boredom, Silisia considered her day and its implications. Of course, thinking was hardly the right frame of mind for Silisia. Thinking lead to unhappy discoveries or dark philosophies, which ultimately lead to her brooding over something utterly insignificant. However, she could perhaps believe that the only reason she brooded over such little things, like a mad stranger visiting her, was to avoid the big thing. In the darkest of times, it was the small things that toppled the fort of defences. Silisia wrung her hands together, twisting them, while she looked out into the dark. A halo of the cities light prevented the vast array of stars Lis normally saw when looking out upon the night sky at home. With mild interest she looked over the natural sky that had been consumed and corrupted by the world. Sometimes she wondered if what the muggles did to survive without magic was actually for the better of the world. Yet, she could not safely say the world would be any better off if all had magic.

Due to the cold, there was little sign of insect life. The usual thrum of the ballad of insect noise had subsided into silence. Not that Silisia minded all that much, as she tended not to be inclined to enjoy insects much. The large trees harboured some sleepy squirrels. Now squirrels Sil enjoyed watching. However, that was a very trivial fact and really did not really matter. Yet in the silence, it was so much easier to think about the small things. She stretched and pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to lock in some of the warmth. It seemed as though her body heat was being snatched away by winter’s unforgiving grasp. She missed the warm caress of summer. However, both in the physical world and the mental one, the winter month reigned.

A movement drew her from the thoughts that she had so deeply sunk into. She looked up, surveying the stranger carefully. She remained relaxed, however, as it was probably just a muggle passing through the park. After all, even if he was not one, she was certain she was not known in the heart of London. Her family came from Oxford and so she assumed they had stayed there with little idea of where she lived... unless of course Caleb had given into his father’s pressure. As she began to drop her eyes from the man, deeming he was of little threat, she noticed he was coming straight for her. No, that could not be right. It seemed rather out of ordinary muggle behaviour. She immediately tensed up, but did not lift her head until he spoke. It was the husky attractiveness of the voice that prevented Silisia from becoming overly tense. She let go of her knees as she returned to sitting normally on the bench.

Her light blue eyes regarding the man, taking in the detail she had previously dismissed. He seemed unkempt and dashingly scruffy. She supposed that she could at least attempt to be polite to him. What were the chances of him actually being a wizard? She tried, as inconspicuously as possible, to push her wand, which was just sticking out her pocket, further into the pocket as to disguise it.
“Very nice,” she replied in a modulated voice, her eyes dipping as to avoid eye contact. She found herself uncomfortable looking into stranger’s eyes, as though she was hiding something. In a sense, she was hiding something: her true self.

Daring to quickly glance back up to the stranger, a small smile touched her lips.
“Would you like to sit?” she asked lightly, her voice slightly uncertain. She remained quiet for a moment.
“Perhaps sitting is a silly idea on such a nice evening,” she mused, caught in a potential ramble. She stopped again, a slightly self scathing puzzlement registering on her face. He had after all, just mentioned that it was a nice evening. That did not give her license to ramble. “Sorry,” she muttered looking away.

YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST sirius TRY TO HIDE FROM MY KISS 685 -- bit better rambles BUT YOU KNOW haven't decided what she must wear THAT YOU CAN'T muse is average CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT sorry I took so long. Had to go comfort a friend.

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

when was the last time Sirius had actually met a woman? Now that was a fine question, but it was justified by the fact that Sirius was first locked inside Azkaban and the inside Grimmauld place. The only women he had seen were Mrs Weasley and Snape..Oh wait, that was wrong..well, not to Sirius. He still had this theory that Snivellus was actually a woman but was just hiding it very well. Even after all these years Sirius didn't like Snape. Not even if the fact that they both had lost someone they loved very dear. Even the mere sight of Snape made Sirius feel sick. Once he had listened that sly son of a hamster talk and he wanted to throw the whiskey bottle in his hands at Snape. Just for the fun of it since Sirius was such a fun guy. Ha-effing-Ha. But we're getting sidetracked here again.
Unlike the woman, who clearly avoided eye-contact, Sirius eyed the woman front of him like it was something so very mysterious. He wasn't trying to rude, that was just him. He was use to being rude and slightly obnoxious. I don't think I need to go back when he was a sixteen year old bloke with an ego sized of a damn truck. Sirius was use to the fact the he could do anything he wanted and if it meant simply staring at a woman, so be it.

There was a moment of silence. Mr Black buried his cold hands inside his muggle jacket pocket. For some reason, he was dressed like he as a muggle. With a worn out jacket, a t-shirt and simple jeans. Sirius hadn't even noticed this. Maybe he had just put on what ever he caught and not caring was it muggle or wizard. If it was hard for him to care how he looked like it was very much possible to be completely unaware what he put on in the morning. Sirius gave a small smile hoping his dashing smile would distract the woman from his hand that suddenly moved to his jackets inside pockets. He had to make sure that his wand there at least. He wasn't a complete fool after all. Every wizard knew not to leave home without having your wand in your pocket. This time, Sirius had his wand with him and he thanked his lucky stars for that. He would've been dead meat if someone realized who he really was. That's why Sirius was hoping that this woman was a muggle. It was much easier being a muggle since they probably had forgotten all about Sirius Black. He was just some nutjob who escaped from some prison. But to the wizarding community, he was a dangerous criminal. Pushing those thoughts away, Sirius had to remind himself that the women had said something and it was polite to say something back.
First, he sat down and cleared his throat and then he opened his mouth. " Thanks," he muttered for her letting him to sit down. He did look like a homeless person if he wasn't wearing such nice clothes.
" Sitting is nice. It's better than running, I always say." Sirius said and shrugged. He hasn't done anything else expect sit. " So, what is a lady doing here in this fine evening? Waiting for someone? If that's so, I can always shove me arse away." Sirius said and flashed a grin.

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[/color]} too little Dx
{NOTES[/color]} argh shortness DX [/font][/left]

[SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH]

Aware that even though her gaze was lowered, the man offered her no such lack of confidence. Well, she assumed it to be that he was not quite as self conscious as her. She flanked up, a tiny, puzzled frown touching her brow. However, her glance was very much momentary. He was, a male, and therefore, he remained threatening until proven otherwise. Connor seemed to the only man whom she trusted to some extent. Although, she hardly trusted him alone with Nalean at the house due to the fact Nalean was very beautiful and she knew Connor had a weakness. She bit back a sigh. Trust was an important thing to exercise. Nalean was also of age – she could make her own choices and she hoped the girl would see sense.

Glancing back up, in the silence, she saw that the man was still staring. Self consciously, she smoothed her hair. His look was not exactly critical. She smiled weakly, still trying to place the intent look. Being a little of a hermit over the last few years meant that Silisia had lost some of her ability to interpret body language. She stuck her hands childishly in the pockets of her jersey, and gazed up at his dashing smile with innocence. She could hardly stop herself to smile back. She barely noticed his hand slip into his jacket pocket, but when she did, she tensed. She wrapped her fingers around her wand. She knew in the muggle world there were bad people too, with funny devices with the sole purpose to kill. However, when he withdrew his hand with nothing brought out with her, she could have almost laughed at herself.

His acceptance of her request surprised her. She had not really expected him to sit down, especially since there were free benches all over the park. However, she was sort of glad, albeit conflicted. After all, was it truly safe to be joined by a stranger in such dark times? Yet the glimmer of the city cast light in all the shadows of uncertainty, and for a moment she believed she could dare to be foolishly reckless. A small, warm smile broke across her lips as he explained his reasoning. She had to agree, it was much nicer to sit than to run – after all, running required a type of motivation Lissa could hardly fathom.

“Hardly waiting for someone,” she said, shaking her head. “Perhaps a better term would be avoiding someone.”
She shrugged and looked carefully at him. His rugged features seemed somewhat familiar, like a memory of a dream. She pursed her lips a little, trying to place it, but failed miserably. She had spent so much time running from the world; she had lost touch with most of its happenings. During her time hidden, she had not even ordered the Daily Prophet and now with the Death Eaters in power, there was no point in reading it either.
“You’re welcome to stay as I have no reason to ‘shove your arse’ away,” her eyes twinkled mischievously.
She turned to face him, folding her legs up on the bench.

“My name’s Silisia De’Ath,” she said lightly, holding out her hand for him. “Who might you be? Your face seems so familiar, but I must be mistaken.”

YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST sirius TRY TO HIDE FROM MY KISS 549 BUT YOU KNOW haven't decided what she must wear THAT YOU CAN'T muse is average CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT hope it's ok. ps: she doesn't recognise him as Black cause she's in her own world most of the time

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[KARIN AILA DE'ATH]

JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND WATCH ME BURN
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So, Karin hadn't quite made it in time for the Dark Lord's call. Unfortunate. Bohoo. Her body still pained due to the curse used upon her for her delayed response to the call, but ignoring the ache wasn't too difficult now. She was used to it. Despite pledging to the Dark Lord and his cause; Karin wasn't neccessarily a... dedicated follower. She'd been in a pub, drinking and flirting with the bar tender when the mark burned; sure, the dark lord had seen just that in her mind, but she'd assured him that this certain bar tender would make a good conquest to get on their side and that it would make trafficing potions and poisons even easier. The Dark Lord didn't exactly seem pleased, but the fact that she wasn't dead yet said something; right? Well; whatever. That hardly mattered right now.

She was here because she'd been ordered to be here by the Dark Lord. He said that he had a certain order member with ravishing features who she was to assist capture. She'd been told she'd be meeting a Dasha Dolohov here, and she knew that Dasha would find her. It wasn't hard to spot Karin: with her death pale skin, and constrasting pitch black hair and shocking blue eyes. Despite the fact that it was pitch black; Karin would stand out in a crowd. But the time of the day hardly mattered. The muggles had these streets lit bright; and all that noise that was coming from the drunk muggles stumbling down the streets and the muggle transportation whizzing by would be enough to allow anyone to believe it was day time. Broomsticks were so much faster; and without the roaring noise of whatever beast these muggles kept in their car.

She dodged a muggle couple stumbling past her, resisting the urge to whip up her wand and curse them. They weren't priority right now; her victim was. He was supposed to be alone here; but the two women were sent just because this one man, was lethal in himself. Any lone man, or woman would be stupid to attempt to think that they could capture him alone. Karin would give a compliment where it was deserved; and it most certainly was here. This man... ah, Karin didn't really like him, but his reckless attitude made him an appealing target. Something big; something that she could feel proud over overpowering. As she moved past the crowd and reached a quieter part of the streets of London: Hyde Park to be precise, where the crowd was lessening, Karin spotted her victim.

Sitting there, on a bench, was Sirius Black. Unfortunately for her; he was not alone. Her lips grew into a grimace and a slight growl left the back of her throat as it took her less than a millisecond to recognize the company he was in. For a moment there, she wondered whether the Dark Lord had planned this on purpose; she certainly wouldn't put it past him. Silisia De'Ath; her twin, supposedly the 'better' twin. Despite the strong distaste that Karin had for her sister, she wouldn't attack her if she had the choice. But the ache in her body and the fact that she was on a mission now annoyed her. Maybe if she attacked Black, her twin would be smart enough to flee. After all, Dasha still wasn't here. No one would even know that Silisia had been here.

Stepping into the shadow of a large tree, she lifted her wand to get a direct shot at Sirius Black. Stupefy! she thought and a bright jet of red light shot out of her wand and headed straight for the back of Black's head.

just gonna stand there and hear me cry but that's - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
ALRIGHT BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE

[DASHA TATIANA DOLOHOV]

____________________
you're as sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove

One flick of her wrist and Dasha apparated rather abruptly beside Karin De'Ath. The split second she did, said Karin leaned forward an inch and blasted a red spark out of her wand. Dasha tapped her fellow death eater lightly on the shoulder and drew up closed to her, eyes ahead on the target. Sirius Black. It was an honour really, a priviledge, to have been entrusted with the capture of the most wanted man in England. Not that it meant an exceeding amount to Dasha, she wasn't one to go by rank or any sort of preference. Sirius Black was the equal of any other. They could torture, they could twist and turn and they would bring him snapping to Malfoy Manor. But all the same it would be especially nice to hear an order member moan and groan. Begging, if they made him.

Her eyes darted past Black, seeing that he had a companion. She blinked, quite sure that sometime was wrong here. There next to their target sat Karin De'Ath. A blonde Karin De'Ath. The same Karin that was beside her? Dasha surveyed her companion. "Karin? Yeah, doppelganger?" She queried haphazardly, still trying to figure out what was going on. Karin was looking at that 'doppelganger' now, her features harbouring a mixture of frustration and anxiety. Her line of vision back on Black, Dasha spoke smoothly, aiming a stunning spell at the other Karin before she hit Black with the same, just in case. Mr Black was known to be unpredictable. "Is that... someone you know?" Twin or at least relative would've been a better word but Dasha's brain simply hadn't grasped that idea... until approximately five seconds later. She glanced at Karin, her glossy black locks a complete contrast to the golden curls of the woman seated on the bench ahead of them.

Karin clearly knew or had at least seen this other self of hers, there was only the surprise of seeing her at that moment visible on her taunting face. Karin had never spoken of a twin. Karin never spoke about much. Yes, the both of them carried off conversations, could do it for hours with comfortable silences in between. but personal afflictions, personal matters were never topics that came up. Karin's brother was a death eater but the rest of her family... Come to think of it, the black-haired girl may have mentioned a sister at some point, but you never automatically assumed twins, did you? When in fact, it was clearly possible for her to have a twin. A twin that wasn't a death eater. Dasha wondered what her affiliations were. Going by the look on Karin's face, the other Karin wasn't a Dark Lord supporter. Going by the look on Karin's face... It was going to be a rough day for someone.

he's stealing salt skin
TELLING ME I'M WINNING WARS THAT THEY CREATED

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

It was just his luck, she wasn't waiting for anyone. If she was, Sirius might had faced a big ass guy, holding a baseball bat and ready to swing at Sirius just because he was sitting there with her. He could always swing his wand around and do some magic but would that really help since Sirius didn't know was the woman a witch or a muggle. If she was a muggle all that hassle with memory swiping and crap just didn't sound too appealing. He was fully capable of doing all those things but did he feel like it? Not a bloody chance. And Sirius had also drank a full whiskey bottle so alcohol in his system and magic didn't really go well together. Yes, he had some experience with it. But enough for that, let's move on shall we.

The woman introduced herself. This is were things got a bit tricky. He just nodded and looked away for a few seconds. He wagered his options. Either he told his name and hoped that the woman didn't know who he was or come up some new, odd name. Or just call himself Bob. Those names never really stayed in peoples mind. And Bob did sound very..normal. Sirius cleared his throat. That was the time when the slight panic crept closer to Sirius. She had just said that his face looked familiar. Yeah, it would look very familiar since he was a fugitive and the posters with his mugshots had been on every street, every alley. No wonder he looked so damn familiar. " Bob." He just muttered without looking at her. " I've been out of the country so it's impossible for you to know me." He lied smoothly. Lying. He hated it. But what else could he do? He could simply state his name as Sirius Black, but again, it would do nothing good for himself. He was miserable, but he wasn't a masochist for gods sake. When his eyes again turned to see her, Sirius gave her a small smile. It was tiny and all he could muster up. He hadn't smiled for so long so just a small smile hurt his cheeks. Pathetic, wasn't it? Sirius mentally slapped himself. He was an idiot, there was no doubt about that.

Sirius suddenly got a chill down in his spine. He had an odd feeling. It didn't come from the woman. It wasn't the air. It was something different. His head snapped up. His muscles tightened and he held his head up like a dog who heard something in the darkness. What the hell was it? Sirius was aware that it was dangerous these days to go out but he still had snuck out from the safety of the Grimmauld Place. It was both out of stupidity and out of the thrill of actually getting out. Yeah, usually his stunts were reckless, but did anyone actually keep a scoreboard of all the things Sirius had done? I didn't think so. So, instead of counting all the reckless things he had done, we should concentrate on the situation.
The hair in the back of his neck suddenly spiked up. He was just about to turn around behind him when a red flash passed him. If he hadn't moved the curse might had actually hit him. Sirius immediately got up and pulled his wand out. He didn't care if the woman was a muggle. He didn't care if she had no idea what was the thing in his hands, he would explain later. If they survived.
" You missed! What? Can't hit your target?!" Sirius Black called into the darkness. He was taunting. He was teasing. It wasn't wise. But the adrenalin pumping in his veins was addicting. Finally some action.

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[/color]} not too much T.T
{NOTES[/color]} sorry it took me a while Dx[/font][/left]

[SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH]

Lissia’s first reaction to his name was to frown. The lack of eye contact was enough to distrust that the man was actually telling the truth. Anyway, who was named Bob in this day and age? However, she held her tongue as she listened to his explanation. Perhaps it was true. Perhaps his name was Bob and he had been out of the country. She smiled weakly in response to his smile. Silence soon followed, as Silisia knew not what she could say to the man. Her hands twisted together and untwisted in her lap as she carefully regarded him. She had been so out of touch with both the wizarding world and the muggle world, she barely remembered Sirius Black, whose gaunt face had lined streets. She wrapped her arms around her body and gazed out into the night air. Perhaps, for today, she should let everything go. She quickly glanced back and opened her month to speak, but she found herself looking at a jet of red light dart past her and this...Bob. She quickly pulled her wand out from her pocket, her hand trembling. She was terrible at duelling, merely because she was not ruthless enough.

Simultaneously, she watched the man the man pull out his own wand and stand up. So he was a wizard. She pursed her lips together and got up and faced the direction the curse had flown in. Her wand arm ready, she looked warily into the darkness. She froze when she saw their attacker. There was Karin, her twin, whom she had not seen in an age. Automatically, she lowered her wand. Even though the two of them were distant and they pretty much despised each other, Silisia could barely bring herself to strike back. No sooner had Karin arrived, another death eater did. The blonde woman made some comment directed towards her twin. Doppelgangers? My, what world did she live in?
“Karin?” she said, just loud enough for her to hear. “Why?”
Lissia quickly turned to the man, knowing that their chances for survival were quickly diminishing. Where there were two death eaters, more would probably arrive. After all, two on two odds were very undeath eater like. Lissia suspected that there were probably far more hidden away.

“Run,” she urged to the man, ducking quickly as a stunning spells darted towards her. She took a few steps backwards and turned to face the two women again. She turned her wand to the bench.
“Confringo,” she muttered and the bench violently exploded. A flick of her wand drew up all the shards and another flick sent them towards the two women. All the years of anger and bitterness welled up inside of her. Her anger twisted into the cruelty that her parents had once so eagerly sought now reared its head. Of course, escaping from such genetics was difficult. If the Death Eaters were so arrogant to believe a simple stunning spell would disable her, they were wrong. For years she had study dark magic in secret so that if Raven returned, she would be ready.

“Back off,” she growled. She took no care in seeing whether or not they had been wounded by the flying shattered bench. She pointed her wand to the ground in front of her, risking a very difficult spell. Fire grew and twisted into a ferocious chimaeras, who reared its lion head in anger, which twisted into a soundless roar. The ground slowly began to turn black. Beads of sweat trickled down Lissia’s face from keeping the heat and the exertion it took to keep the fire from raging out of control. This was purely the greatest scare tactic Lissia knew and she hoped they would have it in good sense to flee.

"I'm not afriad anymore, sister," she taunted from across the raging beast.

YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST sirius et al. TRY TO HIDE FROM MY KISS 640 BUT YOU KNOW haven't decided what she must wear THAT YOU CAN'T muse is average CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT Right, Makky wanted an epic battle, so here it is. This is because it was too easy to take Ava and Sadie.

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[KARIN AILA DE'ATH]

JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND WATCH ME BURN
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A snarl left Karin as her fool of a sister stayed. That, right there was her chance to run away. The Dark Lord wouldn't know if no one told him... and Dasha wouldn't dare. It would be as much her mistake as Karin's and gullible though Dasha may be, she wasn't a complete idiot. "She's nobody." Karin hissed, not looking at Dasha as she stepped out into the feilds to look Black and her sister. Her attention was completely devoted to her sister at this moment in time; she hadn't seen her for a long time, and looking at her now... well, there was something there. Karin would have preferred not to attack the blond twin but ah; desperate times called for desperate measures. If her sister was a fool enough to stay, she'd have to pay the price. Black's arrogant voice travelled across to Karin, and she looked at him with flaming eyes. "Consider that a warm up Black," she growled back loudly. "What fun would it be if I took you down that easily, hmm?" she tilted her head almost mockingly as she took in his rugged, yet handsome appearance. "Let's make this a good one."

A maniacal smile touched her lips and a haughty gleam entered her eyes as she looked over at the blond version of herself, speaking a few simple words to her. Why? Why, what? Before Karin could answer however, shards of a broken wooden bench were flying towards Dasha and Karin. "Protego!" she yelled as she flicked her wand and the the shards flying towards the women halted halfway and fell to the ground. "You had your chance to run Lissa!" she spoke her sister's name with a menace in her voice as she looked at her bitterly. A small, small part of Karin cared for her sister; it was true, but that part was easy to ignore when her sister decided to join the offense. Karin's self preservation instinct won every other in her body; if Silisa was a threat, Karin wouldn't hesitate to wipe her out. Karin was about send a curse flying towards her sister's direction with flames shot out before them, immidately causing a change in temperature around where they were.

The heat with uncomfortable, and as the fire took the form of a lions head, a laugh left Karin's throat. A girlish, yet haunted laugh. "Oh, look! Look who's ready to play the game!" Karin's eyes gleamed as she took a deep breath. Karin had to say; she was very very surprised that Silisa knew this spell; the fact that she'd used it shocked Karin even more, but Karin was well versed in hiding her emotions and being quick on her feet. This was certainly an... interesting reunion if not anything else. "Don't you dare tell me what to do Silisia!" Karin shouted, shooting a body bind curse at her twin through the flaming lion as she took a couple of steps back from the creature, grabbing Dasha by the sleeve of her clothing and pulling her along. "You take Black, I'll take care of her." Karin and Dasha were practically on the same 'level' amongst the Death Eaters, per-se but Karin was one who was never to be argued with. Another haunted laugh left Karin as she made ye contact with Dasha, keeping a manical grin on her face.

"Your new found bravery is admirable, Lissa!" Karin shouted. "But it is also rather foolish. You should be afraid. Very afraid!" Karin's shook her head and flicked her wand at the raging fire; she'd ignored it for so long, but it was truly at the verge of being a threat to her. A gush of cool air shot out of her wand, freezing the flaming creature in mid roar, turning it into ice. "Just because you're with Sirius Black doesn't make you safe nor invincible, Silisa." she growled, flicking her wand once again to cause the frozen flames to break into shards of ice and fly towards her twin and her companion.

just gonna stand there and hear me cry but that's - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
ALRIGHT BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE

[DASHA TATIANA DOLOHOV]

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you're as sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove

The blonde tilted her head to the side as Black commented upon Karin's aim, like she was thinking about what he was saying. In all honesty that was quite near the truth; Dasha was trying to figure him out. However, the thoughtful moment passed and Dasha's gaze peetered out back to Karin's other self. She smiled, hearing what Karin had said. "Nobody. Right," she replied evenly, giving the slightest nod. It was up to Karin to decide whether her twin was getting killed or not. It was her call; Dasha would sidle along with Karin's decision, though she'd rather the twin would be coming with them, very interesting family dynamics. Especially if the Dark Lord made a point of Karin being the one who would have to kill her sister. Very interesting. She flicked a long strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

Karin got a playful banter in at Black before her twin went for it, smashing the bench between them into pieces. The raven-haired girl dealt with her sister's little mishap, Dasha standing by and twirling her wand around her fingers, the expression on her face a little nonchalant. Then a large, flaming lion rose up between them and Dasha drew back a bit with something that could only be described as awe. This sister was knowledgable! Dasha would've taken her hat off to her if she'd had one. "Very pretty!" She said, admiration evident in her voice. Not that anyone could hear her; the blistering heat was surprisingly deafening. She stood her, her eyes full of fascination, until she reached out a hand as if to stroke the giant cat of flames- when Karin dragged her back. Dasha nodded at her companion. "Sure. Your sister's got talent, maybe the Dark Lord will want to use it," she added, her eyes drawn back to the smouldering beast as Karin gave a sharp laugh. Her eyes glimmered, watching the beast until Karin got rid of it. Her gaze grew a little disappointed, her features lighting up again as she caught sight of Black through the ice. Little Mister Black, dodging the Dark Lord's wrath for so many years. How old was he now? Relatively old, though she had to say he was looking good. Azkaban had clearly worked wonders for him.

Sirius Black certainly wasn't serious. His face had a mixture of a grin and a grimace glazed onto it. Dasha could see the adrenaline flowing through his body, his heart must've been pumping the blood twice as fast. The blood they would soon be spilling... Dasha grinned at him, almost matching his own expression witholding the grimace though. "So I take it you won't want to come quietly, Mr Black?" She said to him conversationally, still twiddling her wand around in her fingers. Her grin widened. "That suits me; I'd love to play with you a little before we bundle you off. Think of it as foreplay..." She trailed off, stepping forward towards him as Karin blasted the ice at both Black and her twin. Dasha lifted her wand slowly, and muttered darkly. "You remember this one don't you? Levicorpus." She flicked her wand again at his flailing body. The man wanted a fight, she was making it easy for him to fight back. "Obscuro."

he's stealing salt skin
TELLING ME I'M WINNING WARS THAT THEY CREATED

tagged: sirius, silisia, karin
lyrics: salk skin - ellie goulding
notes: (:
credit: posy