|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 12, 2013 22:45:04 GMT -5
Dedrallow didn’t know what he could be seeing as he glanced through his mind, and it made him a bit uneasy about it. He wasn’t sure what to think. What was he seeing? He felt violated as he was left there clueless to what was actually going on. He had six hundred years’ worth of memories, what was he seeing? What would he find out? Dedrallow began to regret is earlier decision, wish that she should have just said no and walk away.
"You started as a girl?"
Those words hit Dedrallow like a ton of bricks. It was something that Dedrallow had locked away a long time ago. Changlings can change their appearance, they can be whatever they want, but most stay with what they were born with. If they were born a male they usually only changed into a male, the same if they were born a female, Dedrallow was different though. Not only was he born a girl, but he had lived as a woman a few times in his six hundred years.
“You saw more than you should have,” Dedrallow gritted his teeth, a little pissed off, but the damage had been done, “fine, yes it was true, what does it matter to you? I was born a female, but that was a long time ago, and I only lived that way for a short while.” Dedrallow shifted his weight, if he had looked that far back into the past, what more did he see?
“What else did you look into?” Dedrallow said in a demanding tone, “what more did you see?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 13, 2013 0:01:01 GMT -5
Cassander took more than a few steps back, terrified. If he thought that staring into his own eyes had been eerie, it was nothing compared to having a version of yourself advance angrily on you. Anger was a look that didn't suit Cassander, even when it was Dedrallow speaking through him.
"I'm s-s-sorry, I was just curious!" Cassander said, tripping over his own feet as he backed up. "I saw you as a girl, stealing children and then there's the memory of the vampire with the knife. I'm sorry! You said I could!" He added, defensively.
Every instinct he had was telling him to flee the scene and he was moments away from doing it. His wings twitched, ready to take the air and transport him to safety. He felt something warm around his ankles and he looked down to see the cat he had rescued earlier winding around his feet and hissing at Dedrallow.
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 13, 2013 0:02:40 GMT -5
Cassander took more than a few steps back, terrified. If he thought that staring into his own eyes had been eerie, it was nothing compared to having a version of yourself advance angrily on you. Anger was a look that didn't suit Cassander, even when it was Dedrallow speaking through him.
"I'm s-s-sorry, I was just curious!" Cassander said, tripping over his own feet as he backed up. "I saw you as a girl, stealing children and then there's the memory of the vampire with the knife. I'm sorry! You said I could!" He added, defensively.
Every instinct he had was telling him to flee the scene and he was moments away from doing it. His wings twitched, ready to take the air and transport him to safety. He felt something warm around his ankles and he looked down to see the cat he had rescued earlier winding around his feet and hissing at Dedrallow.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 13, 2013 11:44:41 GMT -5
It was Dedrallow’s fault, he had no right to be mad, after all he did give permission to have his mind probe and anyone would look into the depths of his mind that was just human nature. But, Dedrallow couldn’t accept it, or at least he didn’t want to accept it. After all that was his personal business and he should have known better? Dedrallow crossed his arms as he stared at the boy. He seemed frightened; as he went on to state more what he had seen. Dedrallow looked down when he saw the cat hiss at him. He turned and looked at Rogue, but she was a sound asleep, he shook his head, he let his anger go (slightly, he was still a little pissed off)
“We’re going to be best friends forever right?”
“Of course! We’re sisters!”
Memories of the past hit upon him like a ton of bricks. He didn’t like to remember those days in the past. His sister…Willow…the one who had gave him this scar. He remembered that night, if he was to remember something for the rest of his life, it would be that night. He sighed as he finally shifted back to his normal self, it felt good to be back in his own skin (well sort of) instead of this kids. He loosened his shirt a bit, revealing the ragged scar that stretched across his chest.
“That woman was my sister,” Dedrallow said in a much calmer tone, “my twin sister… she tried to kill me.” He turned and looked at him. Why was he revealing this stuff now? It really made no difference now though; he had already looked into his mind and had seen Willow standing above him, a knife in her hand, and blood in her eyes.
“Are you happy now?” He asked him. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Are you satisfied with what you saw? Or are there more questions that burn in your heart?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 13, 2013 15:37:39 GMT -5
Cassander was taking multiple steps back very quickly this time, tripping over his own boots, but still managing to keep his balance, saved by his wings.
"I'm sorry. That's awful." Cassander said, trying to sound calm, but failing miserably, as his voice was jacked up an entire octave higher than usual. He did have the sense not to ask if they were close. As Dedrallow advanced on him again, he backed up so quickly that he did trip this time and was sent sprawling. Before he could react, the cat leaped onto his stomached and hissed at the changeling, baring its fangs.
"Easy kitty..." Cassander squeaked, grabbing the cat the middle and setting it on the ground so he could rise, trembling, to his feet.
"I was just curious." He admitted, not daring to meet the man's eyes. "Just curious...please, don't hurt me. Why do you hate me so much anyway?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 13, 2013 18:34:45 GMT -5
"Just curious...please, don't hurt me. Why do you hate me so much anyway?"
Those words caused Dedrallow to freeze on the spot. He tilted his head to the side and gave him a questioning look. Those words really puzzled Dedrallow. Hate? Dedrallow had no sense of hate toward the male nor did he want to hurt him. He was much calmer now then he was, therefore he could wrap his head around to the fact that he was really angry at him just moments ago. Dedrallow shook his head, as he stared at the cat, hissing at it, before taking a few steps back.
“I do not want to hurt you…” Dedrallow said as he looked down at him. “Nor do I hate you…I don’t know where you’re getting these silly ideas from.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Any anger he once had was long gone now, and he was being back to the same Dedrallow he was not too long ago. This was the way he was, he could be angry one moment, and then fine the next minute – often not really recalling the fact why he was angry.
“I don’t want to hurt you…” Dedrallow repeated again, almost wanting him to know his sincerity in his words.
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 14, 2013 21:01:17 GMT -5
"I get these not-so-silly ideas from your face!" The words popped out of Cassander's mouth before he could stop them. Dedrallow's face was something formidable in itself, but that wasn't what banshees were about, and yet it was everything to them. Being able to shift and change faces to suit their needs was their entire identity. Without it, they'd be sidhe...but boring.
"You just looked really angry." Cassander amended, in a valiant attempt to act like an adult. "You looked really angry and I was just worried...maybe if you have any especially dangerous changeling powers." He shivered, suddenly feeling cold. Exactly what was this man capable of? What did the last memory mean? Cassander was hit by the frightening idea that he could be endangered by Dedrallow's vampire sister, simply by talking to her.
"Then what do you want?" He demanded, frustration taking over as he drew his wings around him. It was chilly, for an oncoming summer evening and he was trying to warm himself, not only from bluster, but from something a lot more sinister that had followed in Dedrallow's wake.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 15, 2013 16:30:01 GMT -5
“Oh, that” Dedrallow muttered to himself, almost as if he had completely forgot that he was very close into attacking him and doing who knows what. Dedrallow sighed as he shook his head, “well that doesn’t matter now, does it? It’s all in the past. I am not angry anymore.” Dedrallow mentioned to him, trying to sound sincerely as he possibly could (because he was) although he had calmed down a lot, he could help, but remember those voices from the past, the echoes from both his childhood and the chilling evening that his sister tried to take away his life. Those memories came back to him randomly, but now it seemed as if they were forced into his mind, he could not shake them off.
“Dangerous changling powers?” Dedrallow had asked him. “Maybe I do and maybe I don’t, not quite something I will be spilling out to you…I think you already know too much about me, don’t you agree?” Dedrallow had asked him. Dedrallow wasn’t necessarily powerful compared to other changlings, but he had used what power he had in order to get what he want, no matter how many times he washed his hand, the blood would always be there, a constant reminder.
“What do I want?” Dedrallow repeated the question. “I only wanted to get Rouge!” He said as he pointed to Rouge, who was still sleeping soundly. “I do not wanting anything more from you…” he became quiet as he looked around, he had a bad feeling, but he couldn’t pinpoint it.
“Do you sense that?” He asked the young banshee. “I think…something or someone is near…maybe..”
|
|
|
|
Post by THE ROGUE GIANT on Jun 16, 2013 0:01:43 GMT -5
She was hungry and her ankles stung from...whatever kept brushing against him on the ground below her. It was way too bright here, so she had to squint in an attempt to keep the light away from her. She was happy to be out of her cage and breathing fresh air, but she was going to need some sort of meat before the next morning came. She supposed her keepers were simply late with her dinner, and it wouldn't be the first time. They were notorious for being tardy or even forgetting to feed her. She didn't understand why. She had done nothing wrong.
A breeze began to blow and it brought with it the scent of something...munch-able. It wasn't human, which was the food of choice (and the only choice) she was offered in the cage, but it smelled delicious. Eager, she trotted towards it, her stomach growling.
Peering down below her, she spotted what she could only imagine was her dinner, while it was still alive. Relying on instinct, and her gnawing hunger, she reached a hand down and snatched both of them up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 16, 2013 0:31:43 GMT -5
Cassander just stared at him, completely non-plussed and still a little scared. What in the actual fuck? So the man no longer looked like he was ready to rip his wings off, okay, great, but to learn that this entire conversation, not to mention Dedrallow's apparently needless and worrisome rage had caused Cassander's heart to beat faster than it had in awhile, had been meaningless. He had wanted his dog...shifter to do something "get" her and now he was done with Cassander and had, to put it bluntly, no more use for him. Had he been a more confident man, Cassander would have most likely started to tell him off, but Cassander preferred reading comfortably in his bed to getting killed by temperamental changelings, so he kept his mouth shut.
He had already turned to go when Dedrallow effectively shushed him, even though he wasn't planning on saying anything. As he was in the habit of doing as he was told, the banshee stood stock-still, listening for whatever Dedrallow had heard. He heard something too. A faint...something. And without warning, the ground began to shake and a sound like thunder filled the air and then something pink and fleshy swooped down and picked him up off the ground.
Cassander didn't wait to see what had snagged him. Instead, he let out a squeal and struggled like mad. His entire body was contorting and his wings were flapping wildly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 17, 2013 21:13:15 GMT -5
Dedrallow wasn’t sure what exactly happened. The ground began to shake violently, what was exactly going to happen? Rouge shot up and began to bark loudly, as she began to sprint around. Dedrallow turned and looked at the banshee, what was going on? However, Dedrallow didn’t have to wander long as a huge giant appeared what seemed out of nowhere bent down and scooped them both. It happened all in an instant and he had no chance to escape. Rouge, spotting what had happened, quickly transformed into a raven and flew up in the trees to safety. Dedrallow squirmed in the giant’s grip as he turned and looked at the banshee.
“A-are you alright?” He yelled across to him. Dedrallow figured that the young boy had not seen a giant, and for that much he was lucky (well now he finally got the chance to if he didn’t) but Dedrallow had seen a few in his time and unluckily had encountered them, they were not easy to defeat and Dedrallow didn’t really have a chance to shift, the giant grips was too tight, if they could somehow get it to loosen then perhaps he could. He turned and looked into the trees; he could see Rouge, looking at him, was she their only chance now? He didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
“You bastard…” Dedrallow growled under his breath toward the beast.
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 18, 2013 10:18:58 GMT -5
Cassander panicked. He flapped his wings wildly and his entire body convulsed with the effort to escape. He had not left the safety of his dormitory to be frightened by a changeling and then terrorized by a presumably carnivorous giant. His voice came out in a series of high-pitched shrieks: a keening sound often found in child-banshees; a bird-like call of distress. It was pathetic, really, to see him struggling with all his might as his upper body flopped uselessly in the giant's fist.
He stopped for a second, winded, and in that moment, he raised his head, panting, and looked into his captor's face. It was barely human in appearance: enormous, misshapen and roughly hewn, as if a sculptor had cut his--her face out of pieces of rock with a broken chisel. This imaginary sculptor's craftsmanship was terrible.
"Her," He managed to squeak, in Dedrallow's general direction. "Her...I think...I think it's female."
Regardless of the giant's gender, they needed to find a way out of her fist. "Can't you shift into something small?" Cassander choked at the man who had once been so eerie, but was now tame by comparison.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jun 18, 2013 20:52:27 GMT -5
“I don’t care if the bloody thing is a female or not!” Dedrallow roared at the banshee for bothering to mention the details that was not very important right now. Dedrallow twisted himself in the death grip of the giant, he or (she) or whatever it was, wasn’t letting up in her grip. Dedrallow needed to think of something quick, otherwise they were both doomed, and although he had lived 600 years he was not about to die. He turned and looked at the boy; he was very young to, compared to how old he could live. Dedrallow had compassion for the boy and therefore didn’t want him to die either. There must be something that he could do.
“I-I can try!” He called back to him. He didn’t want to mention that it wasn’t that easy. The giant was holding him so tight, that it was even hard for him to breath. Shifting into even something small like a mouse took room and concentration and it was something that was difficult to do, even if you had so many years’ experience at shifting. It was his only chance though, he could try to shift into something small and then try to get the boy free and fly them to safety, he knew that Rouge could find Dedrallow wherever he went; he was not worried about her. He closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on shifting – however a split second later a large crack interrupted his thoughts.
He opened his eyes when he saw another giant standing before him. For a second he thought that they were royally screwed, but then he realized something. “ROUGE! NO!” He hollered toward the other giant. He saw that she had transformed into the giant while she was in the tree, splitting the tree right in half. She stood as tall and sent out a horrible cry to warn the other giant. Dedrallow squirmed as he tried to break free. No, it had to be him, Rouge…he couldn’t let her do this. He turned and looked at the banshee helplessly. He could not survive without Rouge.
“Rouge…” He whimpered, he had lost all concentration, he could not shift in this state. Was it all helpless now? Rouge took a step forward, threatening to fight the giant if it did not let go of them. Dedrallow turned his head, not wanting to watch.
|
|
|
|
Post by THE ROGUE GIANT on Jun 19, 2013 1:33:36 GMT -5
She was just about to shove a snack in her mouth when another giant appeared in front of her. She looked at the matching creature curiously, as she reached one finger forward and poked it in the nose. She was peaceful being by nature, and if this other giant wanted one of her snack foods, she was more than willing to share. She was generous and so, she chose the larger of her two snacks, plucked it daintily up between her fingers and politely passed it over to the other giant.
Then, she set about eating her remaining snack, the smaller and feistier of the two. It was struggling wildly in her hand and making an odd, high-pitched shrieking noise. Shrugging her enormous shoulders, the giant tilted her head back, opened her mouth and lowered the wriggling winged snack above her mouth by his feet before letting him fall into her gaping mouth.
|
|
|
|
Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 19, 2013 1:42:30 GMT -5
Dedrallow gasped out something about trying to shift, but Cassander's attention was diverted by another giant rising up to meet them. His first thought was: Oh gods, there's two of them!, but when Dedrallow starting calling for Rogue, he worked out that his...pet? had simply shifted into another giant. Not knowing this was good or bad, Cassander continued to struggle, shrieking and flapping his wings, usually so massive, but now puny and useless. He also tried biting with his razor-sharp teeth, but his captor didn't seem to notice.
Then the giant picked Dedrallow up and gave him to the other--Rogue. Cassander opened his mouth to yell at Dedrallow to do something about his impending doom, but all that game out was a blood-curdling scream of pure terror, his wings fallping chaotically. She hoisted him up above her cavernous mouth, dangling him there as easily as if he had been a feather, and dropped him into the stinking, slimy pit of her mouth.
At first, it was completely dark and Cassander couldn't breath. He clawed at his face, and in doing so, removed some slim from his nose. He took a great gasping breath, but didn't have any time to relax as a flash of light illuminating the his surroundings (a giant's mouth, in case he hadn't received the memo) and then he was running away from her giant teeth. He caught hold of her tongue and held on for his life...literally.
|
|
