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RAKSHA
RELEASE DATE: 30.0413
She has her knives, her training, and her halo.
Fear… Pain… Anger… Happiness… Desire… Guilt…
Raksha is the call of the dead. It is the rumbling chant
for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is
behind Kit. The fighting pits await.
RAKSHA
EXCERPT
I mmm doubtfully, scratching Jada
behind her ears. She seems to like that. Cai’s face is gone now, although who
knows how long the reprieve will be. When I look up, Ryka is watching me pet
Jada.
“She likes you,” he says.
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m not. My sister’s a good judge of
character. If Liv likes you that pretty much means everyone else will.
Including my fickle dog.” He whistles softly and Jada pricks her ears at the
sound.
“And you?” I ask.
He smiles. “Seriously?”
I nod, and Ryka’s mouth pulls up to one
side in a way that makes my heart race. He looks wicked.
“Well, we’re friends. In that weird
way where you’re eternally mad at me, and I’m eternally imagining what you look
like naked.”
“What!” I go to slap his arm but he
ducks out of reach, grinning. From the way my insides react to his words, it
feels like I’ve swallowed something entirely too hot. Is this normal? Is this
what liking someone feels like? It’s confusing and frustrating and
frankly—okay, I’ll admit it—kind of wonderful. But what the hell am I supposed
to do with that? How do I change who I am, sixteen years of fighting, a life of
blood? How do I trade in all that confrontation for something a little sweeter?
I think it’s probably too late.
“I really didn’t do myself any
favours when I met you, did I? You still don’t trust me?” Ryka tips his head
forward, smiling ruefully at his feet when I shake my head. “In that case I
suppose it’s pointless asking if you’ve fallen in love with me yet?”
The boy is determined to make me die
a death this evening. It’s all I can do not to choke as I shake my head.
“Sadly, no. I don’t think I want to kill you anymore, though. So there’s that.”
In the moonlight, Ryka’s eyes bow as
he smiles broadly. “There is that. We’ll have to see what we can do to change
your mind, though. I’ve never been very good at waiting for anything I want.”
He shoves me gently with his shoulder and my heart stumbles.
“You want me?”
Ryka’s smile is devastatingly sharp. “You own me, remember. And now, after the other night…well, I guess I kinda own you, too.”
Meet
Ryka.
Hey,
my name’s Ryka, but most people call me Ry. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m a
member of Freetown. The leader of Freetown, Grandfather Jack, actually IS my
grandfather, and people kinda think I’m next in line to run the place when he
steps down. I’m not so keen on the idea, though I found Kit half-drowned in a
river just outside the Sanctuary boundary fence. She was stubborn then,
wouldn’t let me help her, and not much has changed. Well, some things have changed...but
we won’t go into that
Statistics
Name:Ryka
Age:
18
Current
Residence:Freetown
Talents/Skills:
Exceptional fighter.
Siblings:
One sister, Olivia. Close relationship.
Spouse:
Now that would be telling ;)
Grandparents:
Jack, leader of Freetown.
Height:6
ft.
Weight:185
lbs
Race:
Caucasian
Eye
Color: Brown
Hair
Color: Blond
Skin
color: Tanned
Distinguishing
features: Counter tattoos that run up the backs of his arms.
Greatest
flaw: His quick temper.
Best
quality: Fiercely loyal and protective of those he loves.
Intelligence
Level: Very smart
Ruled
by emotion or logic? Emotion.
Would
be most embarrassed by...Losing a fight in front of Kit!
Strengths/Weaknesses:Strengths
would be his determination and kindness.
Weaknesses
would be his hubris and his pride.
Introvert or Extrovert? Definite extrovert.
SHORT
BIO
Frankie Rose is a British expat, who is currently enjoying the perks of
living in Australia- her awesome husband, sunshine, and vitamin D. She spends
her time creating fictional universes in which the guy sometimes gets the girl,
the heroes occasionally die, and the endings aren't always happy. But they
usually are.
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