Everything stopped for Devon. He didn't see anything move, he couldn't hear anything. His senses were dead to the outside world. He was asleep now. The only thing what was in his mind now was darkness, complete and utter darkness.
He lay there, naked in front of Maara, content in his own world of dreams. He twitched and moaned, his eyes moved dartingly behind the lids, as if he was seeing something horrible in his dreams. He was.
Everything was black, and firey. He looked down at his feet and he saw nothing that distinguished itself as the ground. He couldn't feel it, it was just there, it looked same as everything else, except for the fire. No off in the distance of the black void he could see the flames. They were so far away, but he could still make out every individual lick of flame. He ran towards them as if it were a sign of something horrible happening. He ran and ran and kept running, the flames never moved closer.
He tried to call to the flames, to make them come closer but they wouldn't he was too far away. He just kept running towards them, he had to get to the flames. He didn't know why, just that it was his only goal. Running and running.
He slammed into something hard and fell down. He hadn't seen anything, but it was as if there was a wall had appeared in front of him from nowhere.
He looked up, trying to find what had hit him. The fires went away in the distance almost instantly. From where they were in the distance, they now stood in front of him, in the shape of a monstrous being.
It was completely made of fire, it was enormous. It had wings and long, curling horns.
Devon tried to stand up to run, he looked into it's eyes. Dark pools of shadows, they were about the size of Devon's head. The beast was just too much evilness to bare. When he stood up and turned to run , the monster yelled Devon's name and swooped a giant hand down and caught him. His whole body was covered by this...this...this demon's hand.
He woke up panting, in a sweat. His eyes couldn't focus, the light hurt his eyes and he couldn't shake the feeling as if the hand was still there.
He noticed he was naked then, and rushed to get his longcoat. He put it on and then looked to Maara.
"Maara, what happened to me? Tell me what happened."
Demon Spawn
Re: Demon Spawn
The needle hit him right on the spot. Devon went down and so did the heat, Maara let out a sigh of relief and dropped to her knees. She stayed that way for a moment before she looked over at Devon, a very naked Devon. She squeaked and slapped her hands over her eyes. She had never seen a naked man before. Every time mother had to undress a man to heal his wounds Adriana would make sure that certain part were hidden from Maara’s view.
She peaked out from between her fingers at him again. He looked nice she admitted to herself. Nice colored skin, lean body, needle sticking out of his neck… ‘Oh right, I almost forgot.’ She had to remove the needle from him; otherwise it would be difficult for him to wake up.
She slowly inched over to him, trying to keep her eyes on his face and neck and not on… other things. He was twitching and moaning in his forced sleep and she could see that his eyes were darting around behind his lids. ‘He must be having a nightmare.’ She gently pulled the needle from his neck and placed a hand his chest, over his rapidly beating heart, calling out his name.
“Devon, Devon, Devon wake up. Wake up it’s just a dream. Devon wake up…”
He finally woke up. He was panting, sweat running down his brow, eyes looking around unfocused. He looked down at his body and noticed that he was nude and rushed over to were he threw his coat last night and covered himself. She almost felt disappointed.
"Maara, what happened to me? Tell me what happened."
“Well to tell you the truth I’m not really sure, but I think you were losing control there for a minuet. The heat was so strong it felt like the whole forest was going to burn down if you didn’t stop. So I… knock you out. I sorry, it was the only thing I could think of at the time.” She blushed and shying looked at him. “Are you okay, Devon? It looked like you were having a nightmare.”
She peaked out from between her fingers at him again. He looked nice she admitted to herself. Nice colored skin, lean body, needle sticking out of his neck… ‘Oh right, I almost forgot.’ She had to remove the needle from him; otherwise it would be difficult for him to wake up.
She slowly inched over to him, trying to keep her eyes on his face and neck and not on… other things. He was twitching and moaning in his forced sleep and she could see that his eyes were darting around behind his lids. ‘He must be having a nightmare.’ She gently pulled the needle from his neck and placed a hand his chest, over his rapidly beating heart, calling out his name.
“Devon, Devon, Devon wake up. Wake up it’s just a dream. Devon wake up…”
He finally woke up. He was panting, sweat running down his brow, eyes looking around unfocused. He looked down at his body and noticed that he was nude and rushed over to were he threw his coat last night and covered himself. She almost felt disappointed.
"Maara, what happened to me? Tell me what happened."
“Well to tell you the truth I’m not really sure, but I think you were losing control there for a minuet. The heat was so strong it felt like the whole forest was going to burn down if you didn’t stop. So I… knock you out. I sorry, it was the only thing I could think of at the time.” She blushed and shying looked at him. “Are you okay, Devon? It looked like you were having a nightmare.”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
He listened to her, or atleast tried to, his mind was racing with the thoughts of the situation. He was atleast partly clothed now, but he realised that only moments ago, he wasn't. He was awake now, but realised that only moments before he was passed out with a needle in his neck. Ofcourse, he was now rational, when only moments before he was on the verge of losing control of his powers, and hisself.
"Maara, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at his feet, they shuffled around and kicked up the scorched clothing that lay around him. He looked back up at her and sighed.
"That's not true, I was angry, sometimes I hate the world. Okay, alot of the times I hate the world. No one understands the fact that what is in my blood isn't my doing. It runs in the family. My powers came to me only a short while before, on my twentieth birthday. I haven't even had them an entire year and I've already been shunned by the world for them."
He felt the connection to the anger grab hold again, but he shook it off. If the girl before him had been through it, then so could he.
"Maara, why do people have to hate us for what we are? It's not our fault. I swear..the next time someone puts me to the side for what I am.....They'll pay."
"Maara, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at his feet, they shuffled around and kicked up the scorched clothing that lay around him. He looked back up at her and sighed.
"That's not true, I was angry, sometimes I hate the world. Okay, alot of the times I hate the world. No one understands the fact that what is in my blood isn't my doing. It runs in the family. My powers came to me only a short while before, on my twentieth birthday. I haven't even had them an entire year and I've already been shunned by the world for them."
He felt the connection to the anger grab hold again, but he shook it off. If the girl before him had been through it, then so could he.
"Maara, why do people have to hate us for what we are? It's not our fault. I swear..the next time someone puts me to the side for what I am.....They'll pay."
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
“...They'll pay."
Those words made her shudder. It wasn’t just the amount of anger and hate that it held; it was the edge of pain that caught her attention. Not even a year with his powers and he already felt so much pain and hatred at the ignorant people who turn away from them. Maara wondered for a moment way she didn’t feel like that. And like most of the logic and answers she optioned in her life, her mother voice whispered through her mind. It was what she had told Maara right after Tom’s attack.
“Hatred isn’t something one can truly understand, sometimes the person doesn’t even understand why they hate something. One thing is for certain; its root is fear, pain, and lack of knowledge and understanding. Because of this, person that is receiving the hatred hates them back. Hatred breeds more hatred, and as long as one of them hates the cycle never ends.” Maara spoke aloud word for word. “That was what my mother told me after Tom left… she also told me not to hate them for not understanding me, for fearing me. She told me to befriend them, to be kind to them, to help them understand.”
She touched the scar on her cheek. “I don’t hate the people who did this to me and I won’t hate anyone who will try to hurt me in the future, I will pity them for their lack of understanding. I know that it my sound silly, but if I hate them and fight them… it will only prove that I am the monster they think I am…”
She reached out a hand and touched Devon’s shoulder. Partly out of her sudden need to touch him, but mainly it was a pleading gesture. “I don’t know what happened to you, but please don’t hate them… no good will come from it.”
Those words made her shudder. It wasn’t just the amount of anger and hate that it held; it was the edge of pain that caught her attention. Not even a year with his powers and he already felt so much pain and hatred at the ignorant people who turn away from them. Maara wondered for a moment way she didn’t feel like that. And like most of the logic and answers she optioned in her life, her mother voice whispered through her mind. It was what she had told Maara right after Tom’s attack.
“Hatred isn’t something one can truly understand, sometimes the person doesn’t even understand why they hate something. One thing is for certain; its root is fear, pain, and lack of knowledge and understanding. Because of this, person that is receiving the hatred hates them back. Hatred breeds more hatred, and as long as one of them hates the cycle never ends.” Maara spoke aloud word for word. “That was what my mother told me after Tom left… she also told me not to hate them for not understanding me, for fearing me. She told me to befriend them, to be kind to them, to help them understand.”
She touched the scar on her cheek. “I don’t hate the people who did this to me and I won’t hate anyone who will try to hurt me in the future, I will pity them for their lack of understanding. I know that it my sound silly, but if I hate them and fight them… it will only prove that I am the monster they think I am…”
She reached out a hand and touched Devon’s shoulder. Partly out of her sudden need to touch him, but mainly it was a pleading gesture. “I don’t know what happened to you, but please don’t hate them… no good will come from it.”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
The half-elf trudged onward down the road. He had come this way looking for help for Win, and had only succeeded in making himself not want to help the man either. Someone in the town had said something that made him doubt his own involvement. It was a suicide mission after all. His damned curiosity had gotten him into this mess.
He shook his head vigorously, causing his white hair to fly about. He had already made up his mind, but he couldn't quit trying to rationalize it to himself. Maybe this is what people meant when they talked about guilt. He'd felt this way before, but he had never arrived at this conclusion.
"Get your head out of your arse and pay attention," a voice called from the back of his mind. "What?" he inquired, out loud. "Stop moving, stop thinking, shut your mouth, and pay attention to what's going on around you." Drake almost slid to a halt at those words. He automatically hunkered down a bit, like some predatory beast that has scented something bigger and meaner.
He stood there, scanning the trees, for a few minutes before he realized what was wrong. The breeze blowing through the trees was far warmer than it should have been, and it carried with it the ominous sensations brought on by magic. In his moment of confused panic "the other" had rested some measure of control over Drake, and he was now moving into the trees in the direction he sensed the power coming from.
He gathered the shadows near him as best he could in the partial day light of the forest. If he was about to walk in on something he shouldn't be seeing he wanted any bit of protection he could garner. Mere seconds later the heat and the feeling of magic disappeared.
He stopped dead in his tracks again. Now what? "Might as well go see if we can figure out what it was," the voice said. Drake climbed up high into a near by tree in a matter of seconds and continued in his previous direction.
A little further into the forest his cloaking shadows began to thin. At first it was so subtly that the half-elf didn't notice. The further he went, however, the more dramatic the change became. He could see the difference now, and it made him a little uneasy. He attributed it to his poor skill with the magic and the increasing light of the sun, and continued on, deeper and deeper into the forest.
He shook his head vigorously, causing his white hair to fly about. He had already made up his mind, but he couldn't quit trying to rationalize it to himself. Maybe this is what people meant when they talked about guilt. He'd felt this way before, but he had never arrived at this conclusion.
"Get your head out of your arse and pay attention," a voice called from the back of his mind. "What?" he inquired, out loud. "Stop moving, stop thinking, shut your mouth, and pay attention to what's going on around you." Drake almost slid to a halt at those words. He automatically hunkered down a bit, like some predatory beast that has scented something bigger and meaner.
He stood there, scanning the trees, for a few minutes before he realized what was wrong. The breeze blowing through the trees was far warmer than it should have been, and it carried with it the ominous sensations brought on by magic. In his moment of confused panic "the other" had rested some measure of control over Drake, and he was now moving into the trees in the direction he sensed the power coming from.
He gathered the shadows near him as best he could in the partial day light of the forest. If he was about to walk in on something he shouldn't be seeing he wanted any bit of protection he could garner. Mere seconds later the heat and the feeling of magic disappeared.
He stopped dead in his tracks again. Now what? "Might as well go see if we can figure out what it was," the voice said. Drake climbed up high into a near by tree in a matter of seconds and continued in his previous direction.
A little further into the forest his cloaking shadows began to thin. At first it was so subtly that the half-elf didn't notice. The further he went, however, the more dramatic the change became. He could see the difference now, and it made him a little uneasy. He attributed it to his poor skill with the magic and the increasing light of the sun, and continued on, deeper and deeper into the forest.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
Re: Demon Spawn
As Devon was going to continue to apologize for his...indecent exposure in front of Maara the shadows stopped him. They relayed feelings to him, jealousy and fear.
"The other?" He said aloud as the words were previously stated in his head from the shadows themselves.
"The other what?" He didn't understand what the shadows could mean by this, and he didn't really care. The sun was up high enough for the shadow cloak not to work fully. He relied on his fire during the day, or out in the open as he was now.
He didn't know what the "other" was, but what he did know was that it was coming closer, the shadows sensed this, and he was going to be prepared. Most of all, Maara was going to be out of sight.
"Maara, something is coming, don't ask me how I know, but something IS coming. I want you to hide. Whatever it is, I'll take care of it."
He flew his hand down to where the campfire was, and where there was only gray coals left from the before, a fire rose in it's place. He sat down next to it and put his hands up to the heat. He didn't need it, he couldn't even tell if it was cold enough to do it, but hey... anyone else would just see a man warming his hands.
"Maara...go."
"The other?" He said aloud as the words were previously stated in his head from the shadows themselves.
"The other what?" He didn't understand what the shadows could mean by this, and he didn't really care. The sun was up high enough for the shadow cloak not to work fully. He relied on his fire during the day, or out in the open as he was now.
He didn't know what the "other" was, but what he did know was that it was coming closer, the shadows sensed this, and he was going to be prepared. Most of all, Maara was going to be out of sight.
"Maara, something is coming, don't ask me how I know, but something IS coming. I want you to hide. Whatever it is, I'll take care of it."
He flew his hand down to where the campfire was, and where there was only gray coals left from the before, a fire rose in it's place. He sat down next to it and put his hands up to the heat. He didn't need it, he couldn't even tell if it was cold enough to do it, but hey... anyone else would just see a man warming his hands.
"Maara...go."
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
"Maara, something is coming, don't ask me how I know, but something IS coming. I want you to hide. Whatever it is, I'll take care of it."
He changed so fast. One minute he was angry and in pain, the next he was defensive and protecting. In the back of her mind she could feel a tingling feeling, similar to what she felt before Devon showed up. He was right something or someone was coming. She hoped that their intentions were good.
"Maara...go."
Devon’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She wanted to object to hiding from what ever it was, she wanted to help him in case worse came to worse. But Maara stayed silent. ‘What good would I be with a broken wing? Besides, if I hide and then he does need my help, I’ll have the element of surprise.’ She nodded at that thought and tightened her cloak around herself and walked quickly over to the bushes to hide. She made shore her body and wings were completely hidden and peered out into the clearing, watching everything round Devon and waiting for their ‘guest’ to come to them.
He changed so fast. One minute he was angry and in pain, the next he was defensive and protecting. In the back of her mind she could feel a tingling feeling, similar to what she felt before Devon showed up. He was right something or someone was coming. She hoped that their intentions were good.
"Maara...go."
Devon’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She wanted to object to hiding from what ever it was, she wanted to help him in case worse came to worse. But Maara stayed silent. ‘What good would I be with a broken wing? Besides, if I hide and then he does need my help, I’ll have the element of surprise.’ She nodded at that thought and tightened her cloak around herself and walked quickly over to the bushes to hide. She made shore her body and wings were completely hidden and peered out into the clearing, watching everything round Devon and waiting for their ‘guest’ to come to them.
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Drake sensed the same magic go into use and then out again. It wasn't as strong this time, but it still felt closer. Shortly after he spotted a clearing up ahead and slowed, though only a bit so as not to be heard scampering along the branches overhead. A little closer and he could make out a man by a fire in the center of that clearing.
Hoping to increase the element of surprise, in case this guy was bad news, he stopped at the next tree and climbed higher. He came to the last branch big enough to support him and long enough to get him closer to the tree and moved on to the last tree before the clearing. He was so focused on the man as he slowly moved around to the front of the tree that he completely missed the girl hiding right below him. Luckily he was moving so quietly now that she probably wouldn't notice him by any normal senses.
When he came to the front of the tree he eased down into a squatting position on the branch and studied the man. Drake's keen elven sight told the tale of the man easily, even from this distance. A handsome face, somewhat long hair, and a fit physique. The man would probably be able to handle himself, but would be just as likely to leave an opening in his defenses through vanity. Well, if the man didn't have any magic Drake might be able to take him.
Then the half-elf noticed something amiss. There was nowhere near enough fuel on that fire for it to be burning the way it was. The heat from before, the somewhat worried tone hidden under the layers of contempt in the voice of his soul's warped other half, and now the fire burning too high for the material in it. His eyes went wide and his feet scrambled to stand him up as he put all the pieces together; the man could control fire!
In his frightened state his feet were unsure, and he slipped, falling down and smacking hard against the next branch down. Through sheer force of will and extreme focus on the spell that would slow his descent he managed to stifle a pained scream. The spell hit and he slowed almost instantly, allowing him to rotate into a better position and land lightly on the next branch. He quickly looked up to see how far he'd fallen, nearly ten feet, and then back to the man in the clearing. He was looking almost directly at Drake's position behind a cluster of leaves, but the half-elf hoped against hope that the man would not see him.
Hoping to increase the element of surprise, in case this guy was bad news, he stopped at the next tree and climbed higher. He came to the last branch big enough to support him and long enough to get him closer to the tree and moved on to the last tree before the clearing. He was so focused on the man as he slowly moved around to the front of the tree that he completely missed the girl hiding right below him. Luckily he was moving so quietly now that she probably wouldn't notice him by any normal senses.
When he came to the front of the tree he eased down into a squatting position on the branch and studied the man. Drake's keen elven sight told the tale of the man easily, even from this distance. A handsome face, somewhat long hair, and a fit physique. The man would probably be able to handle himself, but would be just as likely to leave an opening in his defenses through vanity. Well, if the man didn't have any magic Drake might be able to take him.
Then the half-elf noticed something amiss. There was nowhere near enough fuel on that fire for it to be burning the way it was. The heat from before, the somewhat worried tone hidden under the layers of contempt in the voice of his soul's warped other half, and now the fire burning too high for the material in it. His eyes went wide and his feet scrambled to stand him up as he put all the pieces together; the man could control fire!
In his frightened state his feet were unsure, and he slipped, falling down and smacking hard against the next branch down. Through sheer force of will and extreme focus on the spell that would slow his descent he managed to stifle a pained scream. The spell hit and he slowed almost instantly, allowing him to rotate into a better position and land lightly on the next branch. He quickly looked up to see how far he'd fallen, nearly ten feet, and then back to the man in the clearing. He was looking almost directly at Drake's position behind a cluster of leaves, but the half-elf hoped against hope that the man would not see him.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
Re: Demon Spawn
Devon turned towards the crash, stood up, and launched a heat blast all at the same time.
"I got ya now, ya sneaky bastard. Argh!"
Devon increased the heat a bit more, if the little rat had approached him on foot then maybe he wouldn't have gotton blasted. Then again, it all is situational ofcourse.
"Maara, get out from underneath there, before this little flaming rat falls on top of you. Speaking of which... Hey! You up there, I don't know if I hit you or not, but it's about to get pretty toasty up there for you if you don't get your sneaky ass down here!"
He waited a second and nothing happened. Maara didn't move and the intruder didn't fall or jump or in any other sense get down here.
Devon reached down and picked up a stick, lit it on fire as he gripped it in his hand and threw it up in the trees. He couldn't see where exactly the man was, there was a pile of branches leafy and grouped up blocking his view. The stick was still in the tree and around the thing somewhere. He may not have hit it, but it was on fire and all Devon needed was the heat.
"Maara, get over here." He looked up to the branches again, he couldn't see the stick but knew it was still aflame.
"I ain't playin with you, crawl your ass down here like the rat you are. Then we'll talk"
"I got ya now, ya sneaky bastard. Argh!"
Devon increased the heat a bit more, if the little rat had approached him on foot then maybe he wouldn't have gotton blasted. Then again, it all is situational ofcourse.
"Maara, get out from underneath there, before this little flaming rat falls on top of you. Speaking of which... Hey! You up there, I don't know if I hit you or not, but it's about to get pretty toasty up there for you if you don't get your sneaky ass down here!"
He waited a second and nothing happened. Maara didn't move and the intruder didn't fall or jump or in any other sense get down here.
Devon reached down and picked up a stick, lit it on fire as he gripped it in his hand and threw it up in the trees. He couldn't see where exactly the man was, there was a pile of branches leafy and grouped up blocking his view. The stick was still in the tree and around the thing somewhere. He may not have hit it, but it was on fire and all Devon needed was the heat.
"Maara, get over here." He looked up to the branches again, he couldn't see the stick but knew it was still aflame.
"I ain't playin with you, crawl your ass down here like the rat you are. Then we'll talk"
*Fwoosh*
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She felt a bubble of annoyance in her chest. She just stoped him from burning down the forest and then what does he do? He throws a flameing stick into a tree. She almost groaned, but she didn’t want to give away her position. ‘Not that’s it’s not blown already, toads kiss it.’ She thought as felt another bubble formed in her chest. He tells her to hides that she will be safe and then he starts yelling and gives away her position. ‘Brillant, there goes my sneak attack atvantage.’
"Maara, get over here." She almost told him to shut his trap but she stopped herself. She didn’t want to be rude to her only friend. ‘And it be honest, he is just trying to protect me.’ Her mother said once that men liked to the protectors and heroes… even when there wasn’t a need for one.
She sighed quietly and started to get up. Might as well go over to him, she might be some help over there. Maara was nearly out of the brush when she heard something land next about a foot or two away from her. It was a man. He was a full head taller then her, dressed in a black cloak, long white hair fell down his chest and hide part of his face, but his eyes were what hold her attention. They were green in colour, similar to Devon’s, but they seemed to look right through her. This was the person they felt coming, the one they were waiting for.
And all she could say was “Toads kiss it.” As she reached for her weapons, because that was the only swear word she knew.
"Maara, get over here." She almost told him to shut his trap but she stopped herself. She didn’t want to be rude to her only friend. ‘And it be honest, he is just trying to protect me.’ Her mother said once that men liked to the protectors and heroes… even when there wasn’t a need for one.
She sighed quietly and started to get up. Might as well go over to him, she might be some help over there. Maara was nearly out of the brush when she heard something land next about a foot or two away from her. It was a man. He was a full head taller then her, dressed in a black cloak, long white hair fell down his chest and hide part of his face, but his eyes were what hold her attention. They were green in colour, similar to Devon’s, but they seemed to look right through her. This was the person they felt coming, the one they were waiting for.
And all she could say was “Toads kiss it.” As she reached for her weapons, because that was the only swear word she knew.
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Drake grimaced as the blast of heat struck him in the face. He didn't want to move for fear that the leaves in front of him were all that stood between him and something far worse than some minor discomfort. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as the heat intensified. The man was screaming up at him, but Drake's mind was still far too jumbled with confusion for him to make much of it out.
The heat abated a bit and Drake took his chance, slipping silently off the branch and moving towards the ground. He maneuvered himself perfectly to keep hidden behind the patches of leaves on the tree, and tried his best to keep his head down, not wanting the light to catch on his face and alert the man below to his position.
He was almost three quarters of the way to the ground when the man took up a stick, light it on fire, and hurled it into the tree. Drake watched it fly and stick in the back edge of the cluster of leaves he had been hiding behind. If he had still been there, and the stick had been thrown with a little more force, it would have plowed straight into the half-elf's face. A sigh of relief for his choice to move.
He got close enough to the ground that the impact would no longer injure him and began releasing the spell. As the last words of release fluttered through his mind he noticed the girl clambering out of the bushes. "Damn," was the only thought he had as his fall resumed a normal pace and he struck the ground near her.
For a moment he held his position, staring at the girl. She was not vastly beautiful, but something about her intrigued him. In a matter of seconds his eyes drank in her whole appearance; the small body, the strange scarlet colored eyes, and lastly the scar on her face that held the familiar pattern of a past burn long since healed.
Almost as quickly as he had landed beside the girl, and with just as little motion to signal that it was about to happen, Drake launched himself into a back handspring away from the girl. He came up another five or so feet away from her, a silver throwing knife pinched between the thumb and forefinger of each hand pointed and each arm held steadily in the direction of the possible adversaries.
"I mean you no harm," he spoke in his smooth, flowing voice, "but if you attack I will not hesitate to kill either of you." His almond shaped eyes held forcefully on the man. He would be the most danger, as his power obviously needed no grand hand gestures to work. The girl would probably have to move to cause him any need for caution, which allowed him to simply keep her in his peripheral vision. So he stood there, wary eyes watching the two people and daggers ready to tear through the air and plant themselves in either person's chest.
The heat abated a bit and Drake took his chance, slipping silently off the branch and moving towards the ground. He maneuvered himself perfectly to keep hidden behind the patches of leaves on the tree, and tried his best to keep his head down, not wanting the light to catch on his face and alert the man below to his position.
He was almost three quarters of the way to the ground when the man took up a stick, light it on fire, and hurled it into the tree. Drake watched it fly and stick in the back edge of the cluster of leaves he had been hiding behind. If he had still been there, and the stick had been thrown with a little more force, it would have plowed straight into the half-elf's face. A sigh of relief for his choice to move.
He got close enough to the ground that the impact would no longer injure him and began releasing the spell. As the last words of release fluttered through his mind he noticed the girl clambering out of the bushes. "Damn," was the only thought he had as his fall resumed a normal pace and he struck the ground near her.
For a moment he held his position, staring at the girl. She was not vastly beautiful, but something about her intrigued him. In a matter of seconds his eyes drank in her whole appearance; the small body, the strange scarlet colored eyes, and lastly the scar on her face that held the familiar pattern of a past burn long since healed.
Almost as quickly as he had landed beside the girl, and with just as little motion to signal that it was about to happen, Drake launched himself into a back handspring away from the girl. He came up another five or so feet away from her, a silver throwing knife pinched between the thumb and forefinger of each hand pointed and each arm held steadily in the direction of the possible adversaries.
"I mean you no harm," he spoke in his smooth, flowing voice, "but if you attack I will not hesitate to kill either of you." His almond shaped eyes held forcefully on the man. He would be the most danger, as his power obviously needed no grand hand gestures to work. The girl would probably have to move to cause him any need for caution, which allowed him to simply keep her in his peripheral vision. So he stood there, wary eyes watching the two people and daggers ready to tear through the air and plant themselves in either person's chest.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
Re: Demon Spawn
"Oh, are you going to throw those lil things at me? How about I just melt them to your hands so you can keep a better grip on 'em. You were the one who was sneaking around spying on us. Howabout you take a seat and I won't rip out your soul where you stand." Devon bluffed, not even a good bluff but it was all he could think of at the moment.
He crossed his arms about his chest and just stared at him. He nodded to the place where he was sitting moments ago next to the fire.
"I suggest you do it, I don't like being snuck up on. This hasn't been the best day. You sit there, and you tell us why your here. Start with why my shadows call you "The Other" and what you have to do with them."
He nodded to the seat again and smiled. He tried to make it an evil smile, hell if he knew if it worked or not.
"The shadows know you, Other, they will tell me if you lie. If you do, I will let them have at your soul as they please."
The shadows popped off alarms in his head and swirled around in his closed jacket. It tickled a bit, but pleasure wasn't the feeling trying to be conceived. They didn't want him to know about Devon and their relationship.
It was something to do with power. Devon didn't understand what. They didn't exactly spell out what they meant, it was just bits and pieces, glimpses of images and phrases. They weren't afraid of the elf, rather the fact that Devon might be...powerless?
Strange.
He crossed his arms about his chest and just stared at him. He nodded to the place where he was sitting moments ago next to the fire.
"I suggest you do it, I don't like being snuck up on. This hasn't been the best day. You sit there, and you tell us why your here. Start with why my shadows call you "The Other" and what you have to do with them."
He nodded to the seat again and smiled. He tried to make it an evil smile, hell if he knew if it worked or not.
"The shadows know you, Other, they will tell me if you lie. If you do, I will let them have at your soul as they please."
The shadows popped off alarms in his head and swirled around in his closed jacket. It tickled a bit, but pleasure wasn't the feeling trying to be conceived. They didn't want him to know about Devon and their relationship.
It was something to do with power. Devon didn't understand what. They didn't exactly spell out what they meant, it was just bits and pieces, glimpses of images and phrases. They weren't afraid of the elf, rather the fact that Devon might be...powerless?
Strange.
*Fwoosh*
Re: Demon Spawn
Devon had a really creepy smile on his face and it suited him well. She didn’t really understand what he was saying about this ‘Other’ thing, but at least Devon was trying to talk with this man instead of fighting him. She wasn’t good at fighting; she was a healer after all. Her gaze turned back to the white haired man. His weapons still posed, ready to attack if needed. She had to help stop this.
Maara slowly razed her hand, away from her weapons and into the air in surrender. She had to show him she wasn’t armed, that she didn’t want to fight. “Please,” she spoke gently and pleadingly to him. “We don’t want to fight. There is no since in it. So lets all sit down and talk about this. I’m sure we can all come to an understanding.” She smiled at him before turning her back to him, hands still in the air, and walked to the fire pit. When she made it to her destination she turned to face him again and knelt down on the ground. After arranging her skirts, she looked up at the white haired man and smiled again. She raised a hand and indicated to sot Devon had gestured to a moment ago. “Please come sit with us, sir. Let’s talk.”
Maara slowly razed her hand, away from her weapons and into the air in surrender. She had to show him she wasn’t armed, that she didn’t want to fight. “Please,” she spoke gently and pleadingly to him. “We don’t want to fight. There is no since in it. So lets all sit down and talk about this. I’m sure we can all come to an understanding.” She smiled at him before turning her back to him, hands still in the air, and walked to the fire pit. When she made it to her destination she turned to face him again and knelt down on the ground. After arranging her skirts, she looked up at the white haired man and smiled again. She raised a hand and indicated to sot Devon had gestured to a moment ago. “Please come sit with us, sir. Let’s talk.”
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Re: Demon Spawn
Drake watched as the girl moved over to the man. The hand that had been poised in her direction eased down to his side, she was no threat. The other arm stayed raised only a moment longer. He turned to face the two people properly and slid his arms up under his cloak along his back, sheathing his weapons again.
Once he was standing comfortably again he spoke. "I will stay where I am for now, and your threats will get you nowhere," he said with a knowing smile. "I may not be able to converse with the shadows, but I believe I am friend enough to them that they would not harm me." A little self deprecating laugh escaped his mouth at the admission of his weakness in a power that they seemed to have in common. "Even if they would tear the soul from me, I doubt they could get at both halves." He stopped speaking immediately, this seemingly innocent line of speech had turned into more of an admission of his true nature than he had ever given anyone.
He squatted down, his mind calmed by the sobering effect of his mouth getting away from him, and rested his arms across his knees. "I did not mean to scare you ma'am," he said to the girl with a smile. The word he had used to indicate her was one that he had only ever heard Win Sabre use and it fit oddly in his mouth, but it was too late to change it. Looking back to the man he continued to speak, "My name is Drake Istalii, and I was not spying. I sensed magic being used within the forest and something drew me here. I moved with stealth because my instincts warned of something sinister. I was merely being cautious."
Once he was standing comfortably again he spoke. "I will stay where I am for now, and your threats will get you nowhere," he said with a knowing smile. "I may not be able to converse with the shadows, but I believe I am friend enough to them that they would not harm me." A little self deprecating laugh escaped his mouth at the admission of his weakness in a power that they seemed to have in common. "Even if they would tear the soul from me, I doubt they could get at both halves." He stopped speaking immediately, this seemingly innocent line of speech had turned into more of an admission of his true nature than he had ever given anyone.
He squatted down, his mind calmed by the sobering effect of his mouth getting away from him, and rested his arms across his knees. "I did not mean to scare you ma'am," he said to the girl with a smile. The word he had used to indicate her was one that he had only ever heard Win Sabre use and it fit oddly in his mouth, but it was too late to change it. Looking back to the man he continued to speak, "My name is Drake Istalii, and I was not spying. I sensed magic being used within the forest and something drew me here. I moved with stealth because my instincts warned of something sinister. I was merely being cautious."
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
Re: Demon Spawn
"Hmm...."
Devon reached into his longcoat pocket and grabbed his smokes. He cared less that he was completely naked underneath the jacket. Normal people didn't just go around walking through the woods wearing just a longcoat. Then again normal people were predictable... Devon could use that as an advantage to the situation. Also, he had no other clothes at the moment.
He lit the smoke with his left pointer finger.
"That was the magic you sensed. Nothing that sinister.
"So Istalii, you will be welcome to our camp, but first sit, and tell me about these two halves of your soul you speak of. I do not claim hold to my own soul, how is it that you possess two? When that answer has been made, I would like to know how my friends know you as friend, and call you The Other."
Devon's normal demeanor was thrown away the moment the shadows warned him of this man. He usually wasn't even close to being this out right with demands. HE felt he had to be in situations dealing with magic users. For the most part, they were unpredictable, it was hard to see a punch coming from the shadows. Hard to shake away the pain of magical fire, simply dropping to the ground and rolling wouldn't turn it loose.
Devon reached into his longcoat pocket and grabbed his smokes. He cared less that he was completely naked underneath the jacket. Normal people didn't just go around walking through the woods wearing just a longcoat. Then again normal people were predictable... Devon could use that as an advantage to the situation. Also, he had no other clothes at the moment.
He lit the smoke with his left pointer finger.
"That was the magic you sensed. Nothing that sinister.
"So Istalii, you will be welcome to our camp, but first sit, and tell me about these two halves of your soul you speak of. I do not claim hold to my own soul, how is it that you possess two? When that answer has been made, I would like to know how my friends know you as friend, and call you The Other."
Devon's normal demeanor was thrown away the moment the shadows warned him of this man. He usually wasn't even close to being this out right with demands. HE felt he had to be in situations dealing with magic users. For the most part, they were unpredictable, it was hard to see a punch coming from the shadows. Hard to shake away the pain of magical fire, simply dropping to the ground and rolling wouldn't turn it loose.
*Fwoosh*