He was truly fed up with the current past events. He was tired of everyone here lately, from battlemages to elves to dark art queens. He was walking back to the city now, there was no longer a place to stay. Well, he could have stayed back with the brotherhood but why? There was no leader anymore, no plan, and ultimately no reason to. Nope, for now he would go back and find a place to sleep off his sorrows.
He would try and find work, maybe at a local inn or a bar. He recalled the Drunken Rat and The Red Chalice Inn, he could probably find work there who didn't need an extra hand every now and then? He sighed heavily and pulled out his smokes and put one to his lips. He placed them back in his jacket and put a finger to the end of the cigarrette. It lit brightly, making him squint even though it was pitch black outside.
He knew that magic without liscence was illegal, but to be honest right then he didn't care. He wanted a smoke, he didn't have matches and he just down right didn't care. Besides, he was alone in the woods in the middle of night, and even if there WAS someone there they couldn't see he didn't light it with a match?
He walked along and just took pleasure in the night. He was still a good bit from town, but he reveled in the fact that in so much darkness, he was anything but powerless. The shadow of the night was a huge power source and an advantage for him. Not only could he call upon the night for his shadows, he could use the darkness to cover it up. He called the shadows to him then, felt their joy to be appreciated, and he covered the inside of his black jacket with them. That way he could keep them and call upon them when needed. To be honest he just liked the safety he felt when they were around, and again he felt that they were happy to be with him as well.
Demon Spawn
Re: Demon Spawn
Maara sat in front of a small campfire waiting for the rabbits she caught to cook while waves of anxiety ran through her small body. Soon she would be at the city. Soon she would find a way to finish her training. Soon she would meet her mothers’ family for the first time. Soon… her would find a way to meet her father. Very soon by her calculations a day or two at the most. And then she would reach Marn. She didn’t know if she was excited or terrified.
She started to trace the silver amulet her mother gave her. Like she did every time something was bothering her, which seemed to be a lot lately. Ever since Adriana died-
“No!” Maara spoke loud to herself. “I mustn’t think of that now. Not now when I’m so close…” she sighed and check on her rabbits. They weren’t done yet. She scowled but was soon distracted from her thoughts and her hunger by the sudden twitch of her wings. They were starting to cramp from being cooped up for the last few days. She hadn’t flown since her last attempt to land, which she was still recovering from.
Maara looked up at the sky. It was too dark to fly, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stretch them out for a while. Who would see? She was in the wood in the dark, who could, would see her shame? And with that thought in mind she slipped off her cloak and stretched her leathery bat wings as far as they could go. She released a sigh of pleasure at the freedom of being exposed like this. She hadn’t really been like this in a while. She wasn’t used to hiding her wings all the time, she never hid them when she was at home with mother…
Maara started to feel nostalgic again so she checked her rabbits again. They still weren’t done. She growled. Then she sighed. “Well, if I’m going to go remembering my mother,” she said softly to herself as she pulled out her flute. “I might as well have fun doing so.”
She started to play the only song she knew. A soft lullaby her mother taught her. It calmed her. It helped her forget she was alone. There was a tingle in the back of her mind. It made her feel warm. The tingle got bigger. It made her…
She stopped playing. That tingle, it was new. Maara wasn’t sure what it was, but her instincts told her that it was close and…
She grabbed her cloak and tried to get it on as possible. ‘It’s coming this way.’
She started to trace the silver amulet her mother gave her. Like she did every time something was bothering her, which seemed to be a lot lately. Ever since Adriana died-
“No!” Maara spoke loud to herself. “I mustn’t think of that now. Not now when I’m so close…” she sighed and check on her rabbits. They weren’t done yet. She scowled but was soon distracted from her thoughts and her hunger by the sudden twitch of her wings. They were starting to cramp from being cooped up for the last few days. She hadn’t flown since her last attempt to land, which she was still recovering from.
Maara looked up at the sky. It was too dark to fly, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stretch them out for a while. Who would see? She was in the wood in the dark, who could, would see her shame? And with that thought in mind she slipped off her cloak and stretched her leathery bat wings as far as they could go. She released a sigh of pleasure at the freedom of being exposed like this. She hadn’t really been like this in a while. She wasn’t used to hiding her wings all the time, she never hid them when she was at home with mother…
Maara started to feel nostalgic again so she checked her rabbits again. They still weren’t done. She growled. Then she sighed. “Well, if I’m going to go remembering my mother,” she said softly to herself as she pulled out her flute. “I might as well have fun doing so.”
She started to play the only song she knew. A soft lullaby her mother taught her. It calmed her. It helped her forget she was alone. There was a tingle in the back of her mind. It made her feel warm. The tingle got bigger. It made her…
She stopped playing. That tingle, it was new. Maara wasn’t sure what it was, but her instincts told her that it was close and…
She grabbed her cloak and tried to get it on as possible. ‘It’s coming this way.’
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Devon stopped..... Something wasn't right. He felt his shadows cling to him, their happiness gone. It was something else now...Trepidation? Fear? They definately weren't happy. He tried to sense what was going on with them, they hadn't acted this way before. A picture flashed through his mind, a shadow, a large shadow. Ominous, foreboding. What was it? He could only tell that it was near and the shadows weren't too sure about it...What ever it was.
Then something happened. The shadows, they clung to him tighter. He spit out his cigarrette. What was going on? HE was the one afraid now, what were they doing to him, he felt them writhe and twitch and grow. They consumed his body from beneath his jacket, covering his chest then the mass of shadows rose and fell to his neck and to his feet. He was growing even more scared now.
He tried getting them off but he couldn't find a grip, nothing for him to hold on to, nothing to pull on. They started moving up his neck around his ears, flowing over his head from the back to his forehead. Through out all of this, his fear was transforming into something else...despair. The shadows were afraid and they were trying to kill him. He knew it. Why would they do it? In moments he would be dead, the shadows were rolling over what little left he could call his own.
His chin, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose his eyelids, they had all succombed to the darkness of the shadows. His eyes were the first to go, he shut them, not wanting to see anything of his death. He held his breath, he could feel the coolness of them washing over his mouth and nose. This was it, his final exhale...."Haaaa"
All was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Devon pictured what was happening. The old man was right, there was a bloodpact! Now, the demon was coming for him! He was turning Devon's own powers against him. He would soon die, and the demon would grow stronger and he would..... Devon's body couldn't handle it any more.... He sucked in a great breath and exhaled again. The shadows were telling him something now...Protection...
They hadn't been trying to kill him! They were trying to protect him! He knew now that he was safe, he could feel their coolness all around him as he steadied his breathing. He was afraid to open his eyes though. What would he see? Would he see anything? Only one way to find out.
He opened them. Everything looked different, where everything was black it was now...silver. He looked down at his hands. They were shining green, he waved his right hand and a glow followed the trail of his hand.What was going on? How could the shadows possibly be doing this? It was like he was no longer looking through his own eyes but more....what the shadows could see.
He had a feeling waft over him again of protection, of security of...curiosity?
Yes, now that the shadows felt that Devon was protected and out of sight he could investigate. Devon didn't know where the feeling was coming from, but the shadows did. Soon a bright blue light came into view. It was on the ground about thirty feet away from where he stood. It danced and flickered. It had to be a fire, a small campfire. But if the glowing that the shadows could see came from heat...why was he green.
That wasn't his concern at the moment. For beside the fire sat a woman, glowing in green with blue tinted through it caused by the heat of the fire. There was a similarity between the shade of his own body and that of hers. Again...the shadows felt wary.
Then something happened. The shadows, they clung to him tighter. He spit out his cigarrette. What was going on? HE was the one afraid now, what were they doing to him, he felt them writhe and twitch and grow. They consumed his body from beneath his jacket, covering his chest then the mass of shadows rose and fell to his neck and to his feet. He was growing even more scared now.
He tried getting them off but he couldn't find a grip, nothing for him to hold on to, nothing to pull on. They started moving up his neck around his ears, flowing over his head from the back to his forehead. Through out all of this, his fear was transforming into something else...despair. The shadows were afraid and they were trying to kill him. He knew it. Why would they do it? In moments he would be dead, the shadows were rolling over what little left he could call his own.
His chin, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose his eyelids, they had all succombed to the darkness of the shadows. His eyes were the first to go, he shut them, not wanting to see anything of his death. He held his breath, he could feel the coolness of them washing over his mouth and nose. This was it, his final exhale...."Haaaa"
All was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Devon pictured what was happening. The old man was right, there was a bloodpact! Now, the demon was coming for him! He was turning Devon's own powers against him. He would soon die, and the demon would grow stronger and he would..... Devon's body couldn't handle it any more.... He sucked in a great breath and exhaled again. The shadows were telling him something now...Protection...
They hadn't been trying to kill him! They were trying to protect him! He knew now that he was safe, he could feel their coolness all around him as he steadied his breathing. He was afraid to open his eyes though. What would he see? Would he see anything? Only one way to find out.
He opened them. Everything looked different, where everything was black it was now...silver. He looked down at his hands. They were shining green, he waved his right hand and a glow followed the trail of his hand.What was going on? How could the shadows possibly be doing this? It was like he was no longer looking through his own eyes but more....what the shadows could see.
He had a feeling waft over him again of protection, of security of...curiosity?
Yes, now that the shadows felt that Devon was protected and out of sight he could investigate. Devon didn't know where the feeling was coming from, but the shadows did. Soon a bright blue light came into view. It was on the ground about thirty feet away from where he stood. It danced and flickered. It had to be a fire, a small campfire. But if the glowing that the shadows could see came from heat...why was he green.
That wasn't his concern at the moment. For beside the fire sat a woman, glowing in green with blue tinted through it caused by the heat of the fire. There was a similarity between the shade of his own body and that of hers. Again...the shadows felt wary.
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
Maara quickly fixed her cloak and tried to cover most of her body with it. Even though she felt the…thing was still a ways away, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched by it.
‘Your being paranoid, it’s probably nothing.’ She kept saying to herself over and over, but try as she might she couldn’t convince herself. The, whatever it was, was something Maara never felt before. And it was strong, stronger then her. And she was afraid.
‘Calm down! Just calm down. Breath. That’s it, in and out, in and out. Like I said, it’s probably nothing… but just in case…’ she slipped a couple of bone needles out of her pouch and tried to look oblivious to the thing. ‘I’ll be ready.’
‘Your being paranoid, it’s probably nothing.’ She kept saying to herself over and over, but try as she might she couldn’t convince herself. The, whatever it was, was something Maara never felt before. And it was strong, stronger then her. And she was afraid.
‘Calm down! Just calm down. Breath. That’s it, in and out, in and out. Like I said, it’s probably nothing… but just in case…’ she slipped a couple of bone needles out of her pouch and tried to look oblivious to the thing. ‘I’ll be ready.’
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Devon continued on towards the woman. Cautiously. He felt as if he was fully protected now, not actually from harm but from just being seen. The shadows had conveyed that to him. He was now roughly only ten feet from the woman.
He looked at her and the shadows sent a wave of trepidation through his body again. He hid behind a tree quickly, or atleast he tried to. He fell over an enlarged root. He was sure the woman must have seen him...but the shadows just seemed to laugh in his mind. He thought, "Okay then, she must have heard me". The shadows laughed again.
He remembered the night...that night...when his town was destroyed. It was quiet, so quiet, unnaturally quiet. Even though the town was being burned to the ground, and people were dying all around him, more than likely trying to scream for help and pray to their gods, Devon could not hear or see anything.
He looked back to the woman, she just sat there. She couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything. That didn't stop Devon from imagining she knew something was nearby. She looked tense and concentrating, but seemingly trying to play it off.
Hmm, if she was tense and wary, maybe he wasn't in as much trouble as he thought he was in. He knew she couldn't see him or the sounds his body made but he wanted to try something. I wanna say something, help me out he thought. The shadows stopped, no fear, no worry no joy. Just silence. They didn't want him to, they wanted to protect him. I'll be fine, just give me my speech back okay? Another wave of fear swept through him, but he felt his mouth becoming warm again and he licked his lips.
"Who are you?"
His mouth was immediately covered again by the mask of shadows.
He looked at her and the shadows sent a wave of trepidation through his body again. He hid behind a tree quickly, or atleast he tried to. He fell over an enlarged root. He was sure the woman must have seen him...but the shadows just seemed to laugh in his mind. He thought, "Okay then, she must have heard me". The shadows laughed again.
He remembered the night...that night...when his town was destroyed. It was quiet, so quiet, unnaturally quiet. Even though the town was being burned to the ground, and people were dying all around him, more than likely trying to scream for help and pray to their gods, Devon could not hear or see anything.
He looked back to the woman, she just sat there. She couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything. That didn't stop Devon from imagining she knew something was nearby. She looked tense and concentrating, but seemingly trying to play it off.
Hmm, if she was tense and wary, maybe he wasn't in as much trouble as he thought he was in. He knew she couldn't see him or the sounds his body made but he wanted to try something. I wanna say something, help me out he thought. The shadows stopped, no fear, no worry no joy. Just silence. They didn't want him to, they wanted to protect him. I'll be fine, just give me my speech back okay? Another wave of fear swept through him, but he felt his mouth becoming warm again and he licked his lips.
"Who are you?"
His mouth was immediately covered again by the mask of shadows.
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
“Who are you?”
Maara froze. Something, no someone, just spoke to her. It sounded like a man. But her instincts were telling her different and that he was towards her left.
She pulled the needles closer to her self, ready to strike if needed. “Who’s there?” spoke cautionary turning to where she thought he was. “Show your self.”
Maara froze. Something, no someone, just spoke to her. It sounded like a man. But her instincts were telling her different and that he was towards her left.
She pulled the needles closer to her self, ready to strike if needed. “Who’s there?” spoke cautionary turning to where she thought he was. “Show your self.”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Oh come on. Devon asked her a question and she answered with a question and an order. Well, okay. Something was pulling at him to find out more about this woman. Who she was, what she was, and how she had sensed him as he sensed her.
Thank you my friends, but I wish to do this alone. I do wish for you to make it interesting. Keep up on me as I walk to her. I want her to truly wonder what I am. All she'll see is a walking shadow. Before she runs away or does something stupid though, drop so she'll see I mean no harm. If she continues, I'll handle it the old fashioned way. Retreat to my coat if I have to. The light will hurt you. Uncover my mouth. He felt the shadows laugh with mischief.
The cool sensation left again and Devon sighed.
"My name is Akula. But I do believe I asked you first."
He walked out of the night, out of the true immensity of the shadows and into the fire. He stood there for a second cloaked in his shadows, cloaked in his friends. He felt them and their hatred for the fire, wanting Devon to make it go away. He couldn't do that though not yet, not in front of her. He mentally motioned for them to flow back under his coat.
He felt the coolness leave his legs, then his back, his arms the back of his head. All that was left was his face. The shadows gradually melted from his face and poured down to his chest and beneath his jacket, away from the light of the fire.
"I'm Akula. Who are you?"
Thank you my friends, but I wish to do this alone. I do wish for you to make it interesting. Keep up on me as I walk to her. I want her to truly wonder what I am. All she'll see is a walking shadow. Before she runs away or does something stupid though, drop so she'll see I mean no harm. If she continues, I'll handle it the old fashioned way. Retreat to my coat if I have to. The light will hurt you. Uncover my mouth. He felt the shadows laugh with mischief.
The cool sensation left again and Devon sighed.
"My name is Akula. But I do believe I asked you first."
He walked out of the night, out of the true immensity of the shadows and into the fire. He stood there for a second cloaked in his shadows, cloaked in his friends. He felt them and their hatred for the fire, wanting Devon to make it go away. He couldn't do that though not yet, not in front of her. He mentally motioned for them to flow back under his coat.
He felt the coolness leave his legs, then his back, his arms the back of his head. All that was left was his face. The shadows gradually melted from his face and poured down to his chest and beneath his jacket, away from the light of the fire.
"I'm Akula. Who are you?"
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
Maara stared at the man. Or was he a man? She wasn’t sure what he was or what to do in this situation. And then her mother’s image came to her mind and she remembered her life back home. When travelers who were hurt or simply needed rest for the night Adriana would let them stay. She would heal them, feed them and gave them hers and Maara’s bed for a night or two. Maara never really liked the travelers, mainly because she had to hide her wings and share her bed, food, and mother. She was a child and a bit selfish, she knew that now. But it was what Adriana told her once that really stuck with her.
She had told her mother that she didn’t like the people that came to their home. Adriana simply smiled one her gorgeous smiles at her and said, “Now Maara, don’t be like that. You must be polite to people or no one will like you. Just think of the strangers as friends you haven’t met yet. You just have to get to know them and them you for everything to work out right.”
“But mother,” she replied quietly. “They don’t want to know me.” Her wings stretched and moved a little as she spoke.
Adriana gave her that look, the same look she always gave her when Maara told her ‘I love you.’ It was a look mixed with so much love and warmth, and a sadness she didn’t understand until her mother told her on her deathbed how she came to be. “Someday Maara, you find a friend who wants to know who you are and like you for it.”
This man in front of her wanted to know who she was, or at least her name. It was a start. Maybe this was the friend her mother saw her having. Adriana was better at seeing the future then she was. It was possible. She had been rude and even demanding of him and he still approached her. He wasn’t like regular humans, but neither was she. ‘Perhaps, it was possible after all.’ She smiled ‘I’ll give it a shot.’
“My name is Maara. It is nice to meet you Akula.” She slipped her weapons back into her pouch. “Forgive me for being rude to you earlier, but you started me. And to tell you the truth,” she turned to his and smiled “Who wouldn’t be started by a Shadow-Man approaching you in night?” she hoped that didn’t offend him. She gestured to a spot near her. “Please sit, enjoy the fire. I was just cooking and…” It was then that Maara noticed her rabbits.
“Oh toads kiss it, they’re burning!!” she quickly grabbed all three of them and set the on a large stone to cool. She examined her hands. Slight burns on her fingers, nothing serious, she would put a suave on them later. Maara blushed when she realized that Akula was still watching her. She smiled embarrassingly at him. “I hope you like it crispy.”
She had told her mother that she didn’t like the people that came to their home. Adriana simply smiled one her gorgeous smiles at her and said, “Now Maara, don’t be like that. You must be polite to people or no one will like you. Just think of the strangers as friends you haven’t met yet. You just have to get to know them and them you for everything to work out right.”
“But mother,” she replied quietly. “They don’t want to know me.” Her wings stretched and moved a little as she spoke.
Adriana gave her that look, the same look she always gave her when Maara told her ‘I love you.’ It was a look mixed with so much love and warmth, and a sadness she didn’t understand until her mother told her on her deathbed how she came to be. “Someday Maara, you find a friend who wants to know who you are and like you for it.”
This man in front of her wanted to know who she was, or at least her name. It was a start. Maybe this was the friend her mother saw her having. Adriana was better at seeing the future then she was. It was possible. She had been rude and even demanding of him and he still approached her. He wasn’t like regular humans, but neither was she. ‘Perhaps, it was possible after all.’ She smiled ‘I’ll give it a shot.’
“My name is Maara. It is nice to meet you Akula.” She slipped her weapons back into her pouch. “Forgive me for being rude to you earlier, but you started me. And to tell you the truth,” she turned to his and smiled “Who wouldn’t be started by a Shadow-Man approaching you in night?” she hoped that didn’t offend him. She gestured to a spot near her. “Please sit, enjoy the fire. I was just cooking and…” It was then that Maara noticed her rabbits.
“Oh toads kiss it, they’re burning!!” she quickly grabbed all three of them and set the on a large stone to cool. She examined her hands. Slight burns on her fingers, nothing serious, she would put a suave on them later. Maara blushed when she realized that Akula was still watching her. She smiled embarrassingly at him. “I hope you like it crispy.”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
The madame, cold and heartless. The battlemage was hostile and confrontational. The elf was racist and a bigot. This woman, seeing him in one of his most critical moments, was not any of those things. Yes, she was startled and even somewhat afraid, but Devon assumed he had brought that on himself. She had smiled, and was warm to him she even offered him food, after she had seen him using his powers.
"You have no reason to apologize. I am the one who stayed hidden from sight. I apologize for that. It is a pleasure to meet you Maara, and yes crispy is fine. Delicious even"
To be honest Devon used his fire magics to cook most of his food, and in the early stages of that process he had burnt more meals then he cared to mention. He had grown accustomed to the taste, because burned meat truly is an acquired taste.
"Maara, I have a question. How did you know I was here? You seemed to have been tense long before I spoke. I too knew someone was around, a feeling inside of me told me and that the someone was near. Did you get that same feeling?"
It was a setup. He was originally about fifty feet away from her, the only reason he had known about her in the first place was because of the shadows. Because of their fear, they had protected him. Something was not as it totally appeared to be, and he had to find out why. He wanted to trust her, but at the same time he had been through a major storm of emotions in the last few weeks and he couldn't stop his mind from running at the worst possible assumptions.
He took a bite of the rabbit. It wasn't near as bad as it looked, pretty juicy to be cooked over a campfire.
"Hey, it's not too bad once you get past the burnt shell." He laughed and looked at her. She was just kind of sitting there taking in what he was saying and not really making too many facial expressions, he couldn't pick up anything from her.
"Hey, I'm only joking. It's good really. I appreciate your hospitality and your cooking." He gave a friendly smile again, maybe he was just over analyzing the situation.
"You have no reason to apologize. I am the one who stayed hidden from sight. I apologize for that. It is a pleasure to meet you Maara, and yes crispy is fine. Delicious even"
To be honest Devon used his fire magics to cook most of his food, and in the early stages of that process he had burnt more meals then he cared to mention. He had grown accustomed to the taste, because burned meat truly is an acquired taste.
"Maara, I have a question. How did you know I was here? You seemed to have been tense long before I spoke. I too knew someone was around, a feeling inside of me told me and that the someone was near. Did you get that same feeling?"
It was a setup. He was originally about fifty feet away from her, the only reason he had known about her in the first place was because of the shadows. Because of their fear, they had protected him. Something was not as it totally appeared to be, and he had to find out why. He wanted to trust her, but at the same time he had been through a major storm of emotions in the last few weeks and he couldn't stop his mind from running at the worst possible assumptions.
He took a bite of the rabbit. It wasn't near as bad as it looked, pretty juicy to be cooked over a campfire.
"Hey, it's not too bad once you get past the burnt shell." He laughed and looked at her. She was just kind of sitting there taking in what he was saying and not really making too many facial expressions, he couldn't pick up anything from her.
"Hey, I'm only joking. It's good really. I appreciate your hospitality and your cooking." He gave a friendly smile again, maybe he was just over analyzing the situation.
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
He asked that question. The one question she couldn’t really answer. She didn’t really know her self, but she suspected it had something to do with her father’s blood. She didn’t know why she knew this she just did. It was a probability, she didn’t know much about her demon side. But should she tell him this? Could she?
The last person to find out about her demon blood didn’t take the news to lightly. He was one of the travelers, Tom was his name, and he had broken his arm. Adriana couldn’t turn anyone away and so she let him stay fir nearly two months until he was well enough to travel again. He had taken a liking to Adriana and was nice to Maara as well. Maybe he would have stayed if it hadn’t been for what happened the morning before he was support to leave.
Maara had been changing in the other room when had walked in accidentally. Tom saw her wings and knew what she was in that very moment. It was all a blur to her after that. She remembers being grabbed, she was shaken, she remembers being called monster and demon bitch, she remembers crying and calling for her mother, she remembers her mother grabbing his arm trying to get him to stop, she remembers Tom smacking Adriana away, and she remembers seeing red.
When Maara came back to her senses her mother was holding her crying and Tom was unconscious on the floor. She broke his arm again and his jaw. He was also covered in minor burns. When he woke he had amnesia and her mother told him he fell in the forest. He believed it. Three months later he was well enough to travel and left with no farther incident.
"Hey, I'm only joking. It's good really. I appreciate your hospitality and your cooking." Akula’s voice cut through her thoughts. He gave her a friendly smile. Could she tell him? She hadn’t known him for more then 10 minuets. She had known Tom for months and his reaction to her…
But Tom was a regular human. Akula was something else. Would he understand? Would he run away? Would he attack her? Could she trust him? A voice in her head, it sound like her mother, said she should try.
“Sorry, I was thinking of how to answer your question. To tell you the truth I don’t really know. I think it was because of my father’s blood in me. I don’t really know much about demons so…” It was up to him what to do now. Acceptation or rejection rested on his shoulders. And as she wished for his acceptation, she also wished that his rejection didn’t involve killing her.
The last person to find out about her demon blood didn’t take the news to lightly. He was one of the travelers, Tom was his name, and he had broken his arm. Adriana couldn’t turn anyone away and so she let him stay fir nearly two months until he was well enough to travel again. He had taken a liking to Adriana and was nice to Maara as well. Maybe he would have stayed if it hadn’t been for what happened the morning before he was support to leave.
Maara had been changing in the other room when had walked in accidentally. Tom saw her wings and knew what she was in that very moment. It was all a blur to her after that. She remembers being grabbed, she was shaken, she remembers being called monster and demon bitch, she remembers crying and calling for her mother, she remembers her mother grabbing his arm trying to get him to stop, she remembers Tom smacking Adriana away, and she remembers seeing red.
When Maara came back to her senses her mother was holding her crying and Tom was unconscious on the floor. She broke his arm again and his jaw. He was also covered in minor burns. When he woke he had amnesia and her mother told him he fell in the forest. He believed it. Three months later he was well enough to travel and left with no farther incident.
"Hey, I'm only joking. It's good really. I appreciate your hospitality and your cooking." Akula’s voice cut through her thoughts. He gave her a friendly smile. Could she tell him? She hadn’t known him for more then 10 minuets. She had known Tom for months and his reaction to her…
But Tom was a regular human. Akula was something else. Would he understand? Would he run away? Would he attack her? Could she trust him? A voice in her head, it sound like her mother, said she should try.
“Sorry, I was thinking of how to answer your question. To tell you the truth I don’t really know. I think it was because of my father’s blood in me. I don’t really know much about demons so…” It was up to him what to do now. Acceptation or rejection rested on his shoulders. And as she wished for his acceptation, she also wished that his rejection didn’t involve killing her.
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
"Demon?! Your a demon?! Are you joking. Don't do that lady. Don't joke about something like that. Tell me the truth. Now!"
He brought his arms to his chest in the shape of an 'X' and then immediately threw them down to his side. They were red, and they were hot. Soon is hands caught fir, but he showed no sign of pain. That's because fire held no sway over his body, it was he that was in control of it, not the other way around.
She wouldn't dare talk about herself being a demon and get away with it. Devon held that claim and he had never met anyone else that could hold that claim as well. He wished he had, he wished he did know someone else like that. Someone to confide in, someone to learn from and teach, companionship. He had destroyed all remains of his past in a dark, soundless blaze. Since then, he felt used and pushed aside, unwanted.
"Tell me now! Explain yourself"
The heat warmed the area like the small fire never could.
He brought his arms to his chest in the shape of an 'X' and then immediately threw them down to his side. They were red, and they were hot. Soon is hands caught fir, but he showed no sign of pain. That's because fire held no sway over his body, it was he that was in control of it, not the other way around.
She wouldn't dare talk about herself being a demon and get away with it. Devon held that claim and he had never met anyone else that could hold that claim as well. He wished he had, he wished he did know someone else like that. Someone to confide in, someone to learn from and teach, companionship. He had destroyed all remains of his past in a dark, soundless blaze. Since then, he felt used and pushed aside, unwanted.
"Tell me now! Explain yourself"
The heat warmed the area like the small fire never could.
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
She had been wrong, as Maara looked into heat of his eyes she realized this. She had been WRONG! Akula was like Tom. The only different was instead of his bare hands he was going to kill her with some sort of magic. She felt cold and hurt, but also afraid. She had to run. She didn’t think she could get away from him, but she had to try. It was too dark to fly, but she had to get away.
She grabbed her bag in one hand and started to untie her cloak all the while she slowly stood up and her eyes never left his. “I’m sorry, I guess my thoughts about you were wrong. I guess I can’t trust you.” She spoke as she started to back up. She hoped her voice sounded as calm as she thought it was. “And I also sorry to say,” her pulled her cloak off and spread her wings. “I wasn’t lying.” And she started to take off.
She grabbed her bag in one hand and started to untie her cloak all the while she slowly stood up and her eyes never left his. “I’m sorry, I guess my thoughts about you were wrong. I guess I can’t trust you.” She spoke as she started to back up. She hoped her voice sounded as calm as she thought it was. “And I also sorry to say,” her pulled her cloak off and spread her wings. “I wasn’t lying.” And she started to take off.
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
No!
He needed her to stay. There was so much that they had in common. Maybe this was what he was looking for, friendship...companionship.
He couldn't let her leave. He felt the shadows around him agree in consent.
He waved his hands to the fire and it immediately dissipated. He then waved his right hand at Maara's direction and he could feel the night answer his call and wrap around her left leg.
"Hey, sorry about the mistake. Come on, stop struggling I'm not gonna hurt you I just wanna talk. Hey seriously, stop struggling please?" He made the sincerity flow from his voice and into his ears.
"Please?"
He needed her to stay. There was so much that they had in common. Maybe this was what he was looking for, friendship...companionship.
He couldn't let her leave. He felt the shadows around him agree in consent.
He waved his hands to the fire and it immediately dissipated. He then waved his right hand at Maara's direction and he could feel the night answer his call and wrap around her left leg.
"Hey, sorry about the mistake. Come on, stop struggling I'm not gonna hurt you I just wanna talk. Hey seriously, stop struggling please?" He made the sincerity flow from his voice and into his ears.
"Please?"
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
It was dark. The fire had gone out and it was dark. She never liked the dark. She couldn’t see. And there was something touching her leg. She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t stop struggling. Her fear was taking over her mind. She heard him speak, but the weren’t getting through. Until…
"Please?"
She froze at that word. It sounded just like the tone your mother had used when she was on her deathbed, it asked forgiveness, it spoke of sadness, it asked to be understood it bagged for it. How could she say no?
She was about to speak when she realized that she was falling. The thing that had been holding her seemed to slip now that she wasn’t moving anymore. She tried to brace herself, but she didn’t know which way was the ground.
She landed on her right side, on her wing. She felt the burning pain as well as heard the sickening crack of braking bone and her own pained scream. She quickly got over her shock when she realized she was unable to fly now with a broken wing, she couldn’t see three inches in front of her, and she sensed him coming closer. She wasn’t sure were, it was as if he was all around her. Her felt helpless. She pulled out a needle and held it in front of her body, but she doubted it would any good.
“D-don’t hurt me, please…”
"Please?"
She froze at that word. It sounded just like the tone your mother had used when she was on her deathbed, it asked forgiveness, it spoke of sadness, it asked to be understood it bagged for it. How could she say no?
She was about to speak when she realized that she was falling. The thing that had been holding her seemed to slip now that she wasn’t moving anymore. She tried to brace herself, but she didn’t know which way was the ground.
She landed on her right side, on her wing. She felt the burning pain as well as heard the sickening crack of braking bone and her own pained scream. She quickly got over her shock when she realized she was unable to fly now with a broken wing, she couldn’t see three inches in front of her, and she sensed him coming closer. She wasn’t sure were, it was as if he was all around her. Her felt helpless. She pulled out a needle and held it in front of her body, but she doubted it would any good.
“D-don’t hurt me, please…”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
When the fire had went out, his "shadow vision" had reappeared. The shadows wanted to protect him, he couldn't see in the dark and the shadows were the dark. The shadows granted him this "shadow sight" and best of all he wasn't covered them now.
He watched her, writhing in fear, stuggling in torment, and then plummet to a thud on the ground. Because of him. He had done this to her, he had betrayed an innocent because of his own selfish wants.
"MAARA!!" He ran to her, filled with regret. He wouldn't let her suffer because of him. He knelt to her side, how could he help? Shadows and fire, not a set of "goodly" powers.
He cast his right hand to the campfire again, throwing heat towards it. He focused his concentration and the heat grew into a large fire. Larger than the one she had created for her rabbits. Then again, he wasn't creating a cooking fire. He needed enough light to see how much damage had been caused, and so she could feel more comfortable to see what exactly was going on.
"Maara are you okay? What can I do?.....Maara...what's with the spike?"
He watched her, writhing in fear, stuggling in torment, and then plummet to a thud on the ground. Because of him. He had done this to her, he had betrayed an innocent because of his own selfish wants.
"MAARA!!" He ran to her, filled with regret. He wouldn't let her suffer because of him. He knelt to her side, how could he help? Shadows and fire, not a set of "goodly" powers.
He cast his right hand to the campfire again, throwing heat towards it. He focused his concentration and the heat grew into a large fire. Larger than the one she had created for her rabbits. Then again, he wasn't creating a cooking fire. He needed enough light to see how much damage had been caused, and so she could feel more comfortable to see what exactly was going on.
"Maara are you okay? What can I do?.....Maara...what's with the spike?"