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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 10, 2013 13:01:05 GMT -5
“You’re welcome,” Dedrallow said in a soft tone as he got up and took a few steps, giving Nikita somewhat space until the pain somewhat subsided. He shifted his weight as he watched her pull out the flask and drank it, he didn’t have any problem with it, and actually it was probably better that way. Dedrallow also liked his share of alcohol, but he tried not to drink too much (mostly because of Rouge) He watched as she got up and walked over to Rouge, who was still sleeping, which was beginning to worry him. He followed her, lingering somewhat behind as Nikita stroked Rouge’s fur. He knelt down and watched her when Nikita mentioned that Rouge was having a bad dream and that thought alone caused his stomach to tighten up.
“After the accident, she used to have bad dreams all the time,” Dedrallow said in a soft tone, “it took a long time before they became a thing in the past. As I told you, her human soul is disintegrating in the animals she takes form of, she hardly remembers the past now….” He couldn’t finish the sentence. He wish he could take her pain away. Sometimes he wondered if it would be easier if she remained a shape shifting animal forever, if she ever did turn back to normal, would she ever be the same? Could she live a normal life? Dedrallow stared at the ground for a long time, he was the one that caused this upon her, if he had taken her with me, but he had left so many times before….what other misfortunes happened to his other children that he abandoned? He turned and looked up at Nikita. He got lost in her eyes, and his thoughts were clouded with images of young Rouge, that he didn’t pay attention and reached out and grabbed Nikita’s hand, holding onto it tight.
“I wish I could trade places with her,” Dedrallow whispered, “she was just a little girl. Changelings – is it a curse or a blessing? My father ran out on my mother, me and my twin sister – I saw how it destroyed the family and yet I did the same thing. How many lives did I destroy by simply walking away? Why do us changelings have this urge to keep moving? Changelings aren’t really known to show compassion or love…if we do it often fades into nothing…but… “He paused for a moment, realizing that he was rambling on, he looked up and looked at Nikita, forgetting that she was right there. He looked down and saw his hand gripping hers. He quickly pulled it back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he turned to look at Rouge, all he wanted was for her to wake up. He didn’t care about anything else. Along the way, Rouge had given him so much, and yet what has he done for her? He was a failure. He knew that being all down wasn’t going to change anything, didn’t he promise he would protect Rouge? Didn’t he promise he would do everything he could to make her happy? He shook his head, pushing all the negative things away. He turned back to Nikita, what was he getting himself into? Was it because he paid attention to Nikita that Rouge ended up like this? Whatever was going on….it had to stop….
“I need to bring her somewhere,” Dedrallow said in a tone like he had when they first met the banshee, “I cannot dally here any longer. I will shift into a dragon and carry her to a nearby city. It is better this way....." His voice faded out, a tint of hesitancy rung through it. He didn't move though. He remained exactly where he was before. Wondering why he couldn't get up and leave with Rouge? What was stopping him?
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 10, 2013 23:54:06 GMT -5
The banshee froze when the changeling grasped at her hand, looking at her as if he was begging her to explain why these things had happened. She didn't really know how to explain, or even what to explain with... she was no one that could explain why anything happened. Nikita could not even convince herself that it wasn't her fault that her parents had been killed, but she blamed herself everyday. The guilt was there all the time... she had failed them. And she was terrified of failing her brother as well.
“Perhaps you changelings have the urge to leave simply because the love and compassion you have fades?” she tried to reason, trying desperately to hide her unease at her hand being held. “Why remain behind and live a lie.... if.... if you feel nothing...”
Nikita was perhaps than more a little relieved when Dedrallow let go of her hand once more, just as startled by the moment as she had been. Ordinarily Nikita would have stabbed anyone that dared touch her. NO ONE touched her! But yet she had not stabbed him.... had her heart grown soft over the years? NO! Nikita was not soft. She was a hardened warrior and she would kill anyone that dared threaten her or her brothers existence, without regret or thinking twice about it first. She was what she was. There was nothing more to her. This.... this.... momentary lapse was nothing more than a mere distraction.
“She'll wake up when she's ready...” she said softly as they both sat there. “You... you just need to be there when she wakes up”.
Nikita saw Dedrallow's gaze turn harsher once more, regarding her with the same coldness he had when they had first run into each other. Yes, they had both turned soft during the moments that had passed between them – the slave traders, then shared memories of pain and regrets, the giant... it had to stop. Nikita ruffled her wings slightly before folding them both up neatly against her back, casting her eyes towards the horizon, watching the setting sun.
The sky had been painted an array of yellow, orange, red and even purple as the last of the suns rays were falling below the horizon, but the large fireball could still be seen lurking at it's edge, as if it had cast the sky ablaze as it's last dying act of the day. The tall trees of the forest were cast in shadow, standing like dark warriors against the fire painted sky; silent in their vigil that would last throughout the night, as they had for centuries. The air was clear as crystal, and in time the white stars would fairly blaze in the cold and frosty sky of night. A light breeze danced through the branches, making the very forest feel alive once more as it had earlier that very afternoon.
Nikita turned her attention back to Dedrallow when his cold tone alerted her to the fact that he could no dally in the forest any more. “Indeed”, she agreed. The banshee could not waste time any longer... she had to return to her brothers side. What she had failed to mention was that her brother was currently in the village that they had grown up in, Nikita had flown to the forest to get away from her memories.
“My old village is nearby. We'd get there by nightfall”, she offered. “My brother is a healer, I think I mentioned that. He's there at the moment, he could look at Rogue for you to make sure that she is alright... you would find food there too”. But, as per the trend set by the changeling the banshee returned to her cold demeanour. “If not you will be able to find a road that will lead you to Gorm-Cheathach city”.
With that the banshee returned her daggers and belt around her waist, stood up and turned on her heel and marched away in her assigned direction. If Dedrallow decided that he wanted to go to her village, then he was welcome to follow. However, if he chose otherwise that would be the last he and Rogue would likely see of Nikita.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 11, 2013 0:32:52 GMT -5
Dedrallow let her words sink in. Was it true? Was the reason that they left was because the love faded? If that was the case than did he ever truly love the people he was with in the past? What about his children? How did he truly feel whenever he held them in his arms? Did he feel happy or emptiness? Did he not feel regret when he left them? Did he not care about them and wish them good luck with their lives? It was a questioning thought. For the longest time he just went with the motions, it wasn’t only until the events with Rouge did he break that cycle. But, even then he had relationships and children. He could hardly count how many kids he sired or gave birth to in the past 600 years and how many of them were still alive? How many of them remember him? Could he even begin to recall all of their names? Dedrallow shook his head, not saying a word, what was left to say about that?
He looked up when he saw that the sun was sinking into the earth below. Were they really here for that long? Then again it wasn’t too surprising seeing everything that had happened. He watched as Nikita too changed her attitude and mentioned about her brother and a nearby village. Dedrallow was very well known about this place; after all he too was born here, six hundred years ago. He didn’t know why he was here. He hated this place. It was filled with nothing but bitter memories that he overall much rather forget. For a moment Dedrallow thought about turning down Nikita’s offer. He believed it wasn’t good to stay around her for too much longer, it made things confusing. Plus, he honestly didn’t want to stay in Teumanch longer than he had too. However, when he turned and looked at Rouge, how could he say no? If Nikita’s brother could do something to help her…than that was all that mattered. Even after everything – Rouge came first, no matter how Dedrallow felt about the matter.
He watched as she began to walk away, she was serious and was willing to leave the two of them behind. Dedrallow was no longer sure what to think anymore. But, he knew what he had to do. He turned and looked at Rouge – it would be difficult, but it would be best if she shifted into something smaller. He reached down and placed two fingers in-between her eyes. Shifting happened with concentration and if Dedrallow concentrated hard enough he should be able to get her to shift, even in her sleep like state. He stood there a few minutes, knowing that every minute he wasted, the farther that Nikita was leaving them behind. Soon though Rouge did shift into a black cat once again, Dedrallow ran his hand down her spine. He knew she would be disappointed that he and Nikita had reverted right back to when they first met. But she didn’t understand some things. “I’m sorry Rouge, it’s all about you. Hang in there, darling. You will be okay. I promise.” He whispered as he gently picked her up and put her in his arms.
He turned and quickly began to follow Nikita in her direction. He wondered if she really wanted him to follow her if secretly she wished that he went off on his own? There was one thing he did know, Nikita had a soft spot for Rouge, and that was probably the only reason that she offered him to follow her. It really didn’t matter, after all he knew his way to the village anyway, but he had to follow her to get to her brother’s house. He would do anything for Rouge. If he could somehow help in getting her to wake up – well than that’s the only reason he needed for going. There was no other reason. He finally caught up to her and walked by her side, safely holding the sleeping Rouge in his arms. Once Rouge woke up, they would leave this place, and say goodbye to Nikita forever. He turned to look at the banshee, there was one thing he needed to do.
“Thank you,” he said in a more sincere tone than he had earlier, “I know that you care about her.”
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Post by Seregon on Jul 11, 2013 4:44:00 GMT -5
As the cover of night swiftly fell upon this land like a guillotine striking its bloody mark, one unholy being of unfathomable power now graced his way into the enchanted forests of Caoin-Chaithlinn. It was none other than Seregon, the Demi-God turned First Vampire. Tonight he not only enjoyed protection against his most formidable adversary - the accursed sun, but he also welcomed some unexpected albeit pleasant news. The restless shadows and spirits of Teumnach had warned him that the escaped giant from Foirfich had just recently passed through the area on another one of its hunger-driven rampages..It was also said that the giant may have also a brief skirmish with some travelers before running off; and dark whispers spoke of the appearance of a dragon. Needless to say Seregon was quite thrilled about the news though also somewhat concerned. Obviously his interest did not extend to these supposed travelers, but rather on the condition of the giant which he wished to ultimately hunt and slay. As such an event had occurred earlier during the afternoon, his present information from the creatures of the night was not enough detailed to his liking. If the giant was somehow grievously injured from a dragon or would be adventurers, then such a development would hinder his current plans of using the gigantic menace to his favor. Obviously he wanted more than to use the creature for its vast reservoirs of potent blood. Not even the prospect of merely raising its massive corpse with necromancy as a terrifying zombie was enough to satiate his desires. Instead Seregon planned on also tracking and corralling the monster to a well-populated area where he could slay it outright before an astonished crowd of mortals. From there he could boldly declare the Prince of Darkness's existence and return to all of Speirling. For far too long too many had relegated the ancient vampire to mere legend or superstition. It was time to show the world that he was dangerously real. With these pressing thoughts weighing on his mind, the vampire lord now raced along a densely packed path of underbrush which had been cratered with extremely large foot prints and unpleasant smells. Undoubtedly these were the obvious signs of his supposed 21 feet tall prey having passed through in the afternoon. Time was of the essence in ensuring he had a fresh trail to go by, and Seregon had no intention of letting go of this advantage. Therefore he did not pay the usual heed to concealing his presence or downplaying his supernatural running speed as he swiftly followed from one clue to the next. The thrill and danger of this hunt now reminded him of how he used to hunt giants and other marauding terrors millenia ago when such threats to civilization were far more commonplace. Now they seemed to be relics from a bygone age of wonder that neared closer to extinction with every passing year. Alas, a lot had changed in Sperling since Seregon's fall from grace. For thousands of feet around Seregon's location as he continued his rapacious advance through Caoin-Chaithlinn, the sounds of cawing birds and other startled woodland creatures could be heard resonating above the forest's treeline. It was evident that the animals were already on edge from the roaming of giant earlier. However now they also had to contend with unnatural presence of the Prince of Darkness racing about their midst for several minutes non-stop. Obviously the disruptive and spooky commotion caused by the startled animals in the surrounding forest wouldn't go unheard of by any means. Needless to say Seregon's race against time with physically pursuing his prey's trail led him to do very little in concealing his aura or resorting to travel by stealthier means. Instead Seregon was focused on the grim realization hat his prey's winding trail was growing colder as time passed - especially as the creature seemingly went in circles at certain stretches. It appeared that Seregon would be in need of assistance in order to get pointed back in the right direction once more. Turning immediately from his present course when he sensed the presence of a band of travelers to his north, the ever determined demi-god turned vampire saw to it to slow down and turn to meet them. Fortunately for Seregon, his swiftness ensured that it was only a matter of moments before he would catch up with the likes Dedrallow, Rogue, and Nikita. Certainly Seregon was more than hoping to meet with the very folks who the voyeuring spirits and shadows said had encountered the giant from earlier.Thankfully Seregon already made it a habit to ensure that he always had a disguise on hand on nights such as this when he ventured across Speirling on his own. Tonight he took the appearance of a handsome Sidhe huntsman who bore a determined gaze and devilish smile. . His usual dark features were now replaced by long blonde locks of hair and azure colored eyes. The vampire's once pallid flesh now glistened in a more vibrant hue that made him appear to be among the fairest of Fey creatures. To complement this majestic and handsome image further, the Prince of Darkness also wore elaborate leather armor complete with an emerald cloak and quiver of arrows. For battle he carried along a rather fitting hunting bow in his hands his hands in addition to his trusted short-sword which remained sheathed at his side. |
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 11, 2013 9:21:05 GMT -5
Nikita stepped lightly and quietly through the woods, keeping a wary eye out for other potential threats. Dedrallow and Rogue had proved to be non-threatening to her existence, while the slave traders and giant had proved otherwise. It was very hard to kill an immortal, but Nikita remained wary considering the bad luck of the day... and there was a new sensation to the forest now. It felt darker somehow, more threatening rather than welcoming as Nikita remembered. Then she remembered she had left her sword and flared out her wings, swearing at her own distraction.
Nikita flew back to the scene where she had left her sword, drawing it from the earth to return it to its home sheath, not once landing on the ground, flying back in the other direction to land at a run in front of Dedrallow again. Muttering quietly and calling herself a stupid idiot the banshee barely heard the changeling say thankyou, commenting on how Nikita obviously cared for Rogue. The banshee slowed down until she was standing still.
“I see some of myself in her.... what I used to be....” she said quietly before she hardened again, separating her current state from her past as if she was a different person all together. As if her past had been one banshee, and she was another banshee... not the same one. “But the old Nikita is dead... I am all that is left.”
The young woman walked ahead quickly, distancing herself from these changelings that made her feel so soft... she couldn't allow herself to become tender hearted anymore. It was unacceptable! Nikita had had to become an adult the moment her parents were killed, she had her brother to look after... she was the older of the siblings, he was her responsibility. Yes, she liked Rogue... but that was because the little creature was a blend of animal and child, and she had a gentle heart for both. Dedrallow may have come close to becoming a possible friend, but even he seemed to think that friendship was something that weakened you. Nikita couldn't agree more. Friendships and romance were nothing more than distractions.
However, something did distract her... and she stopped stock still, looking around while her fingers flexed against the hilt of her sword. Something did not feel right... but very very wrong. A herd of deer dashed through the trees to her left, a couple of foxes stalked through the undergrowth on the left and all the while ravens cawed in the trees above. Everything could feel something darker about the magical woods, Nikita wasn't alone in her thoughts. Walking a short distance ahead Nikita saw evidence of tracks... large tracks.... and came to realize that they belonged to the female giant that had attacked earlier. Her wing twitched at the physical memories. “It's walking in circles...” she commented offhand as she looked at the tracks. Nikita almost laughed at the idea. The giant was wandering in circles!
But that wasn't what was causing the forest to feel more threatening that its natural state, and even Nikita's death sense was starting to scream within her head again. She kept walking until she saw a figure further ahead in the darkness cast within the trees of the forest. Dark figures were never a good sign. Using what stealth she knew, Nikita moved into the forest to hide her form, waiting behind a tree as the figure moved closer and closer... biding her time. Nikita was patient as she waited, making sure that Dedrallow was still on the right path towards her village while she decided to determine if this new stranger was friend, or foe. Once the newcomer was standing beside her chosen tree Nikita lifted her unsheathed sword up to rest against his throat, taking account of his own weapons.
Her senses screamed, louder than usual as she glared at this shadowed figure. He looked like a Sidhe, but just because you were a Fae didn't mean you could be trusted. Even Nikita couldn't be trusted, despite what her brother insisted of her. But this one.... death surrounded him. Perhaps not his own death, but certainly deaths he cause, she could feel it around him. The sensation was so powerful that it was causing her knuckles on her sword hand to turn white as she gripped her blade tighter. Nikita had never come across anyone that had such a high concentration of 'death' surrounding them.... other... other than the Giant. This stranger appeared to be a hunter, so what was he hunting? Vampires? Slaves? Or perhaps a Giant?
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 11, 2013 12:38:07 GMT -5
“She does that to people,” Dedrallow whispered as he looked down at the sleeping Rouge. She looked to peaceful and if it wasn’t for her shallow breathing he could swear that with just one nudge she would be awake, “She’s special.” Dedrallow commented, knowing he said that once before, but it was true. Rouge had a sense to see people’s true self’s, behind the smiles, behind the words –she could see you. Rouge was known to touch people. Dedrallow could no longer imagine life without her. Changelings were always moving, not just not staying in the same place, but not staying with one person for too long – but Rouge was different. She was the only one he truly trusted and cared about. Dedrallow watched as they passed the steps of the giant. She was circling? Did that mean she would come around again? Dedrallow didn’t care – if he saw that beast again, he would kill her. He promised that. He didn’t care that giant’s followed their stomach and didn’t think with their head about what they were doing. He took it personal that the giant had hurt poor Rouge. He would seek her out, but only when he knew Rouge was okay.
It was then when he sensed something…off. He didn’t have any magical powers nor was he a banshee, but being alive for over 600 hundred years he sort of learned to listen to his surroundings and usually could sense when someone was nearby. He looked and saw that Nikita was wary of her surroundings too. He began to walk slowly as he held a protective arm around Rouge. What now? It seems like every three feet they walk there was some danger lurking in the darkness. First it was those slave traders and then that giant, what possibly could be next? Dedrallow would have to place Rouge down to reach for his sword, so he remained somewhat close to Nikita as he looked around. What exactly was nearby and what did they want? He however than watched as Nikita placed her dagger near the throat to a sidhe. He couldn’t help, but think that at least she treats everyone with hostility and that it wasn’t just some personal attack against him or any changeling.
“What are you looking for?” Dedrallow spoke up as he walked by Nikita’s side. He looked at the man carefully. He looked like a normal sidhe hunter, but what was he doing out at this time of night? There was something a little off about him, but he couldn’t pin point it. Dedrallow wasn’t one to speak though; after all he was a changeling, the weirdest of them all. “The sun has gone down Sidhe, the animals are sleeping soundly….of course there is something else on your agenda….perhaps an escaped giant?” Dedrallow asked him with a tilt of his head. He didn’t like the look of this. He didn’t have time for this. What about Rouge? What if she was seriously hurt? He wasn’t going to let her die! Nor was he going to let this man get in his way. He scowled as he waited for the man to answer. He turned his gaze to Nikita, why didn’t she just kill this man and get it over with? Didn’t she know they didn’t have time for this! Ugh, she could be such a hard head sometimes.
“Get on with it, Nikita! We don’t have time to worry about some strange man hunting at night!” He whispered to her, but it was loud enough that the man could hear. "
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Post by Seregon on Jul 11, 2013 18:49:46 GMT -5
As the banshee lay in stealthy wait for Seregon's imminent advance, the shadows concealing her to the naked eye would long betrayed her presence to their "master" well before his arrival. His heightened senses could pierce through the forest's obtenebration as if daylight were still abound. Moreover the shadow's gloom energies eagerly whispered to him of the banshee's hostile intent. Darkness was without a doubt Seregon's greatest ally and his alone here to command here now. These were among the boons of being not only an ancient vampire, but more importantly a scion of the Underworld itself.
Nevertheless the Prince of Darkness was a daring trickster who decided it better to indulge the whims of the banshee woman and her companions. By allowing her plan to accost him play out perfectly - her weapons to his throat and all, Seregon felt that he could get up close enough to ask a few questions of his own. Certainly his confidence and knowledge of the dark arts led him to believe that he wouldn't be in any serious danger. After all, he noticed that the banshee seemed far more threatened by his ominous presence. He naturally attributed this to the "death-sense" of her immortal species.
In mute surrender the Prince of Darkness then held himself, giving only a devilish lop-sided smirk in return to the accosting duo's concerned looks. To him this bout was but just another one of his manipulative games; to see how long he would tease these "lesser" creatures into believing they had the upper-hand. Even as he felt the woman's blade press deeper against his throat, Seregon remained thoroughly cool and collected. His piercing blue eyes meanwhile rolled around up to his brow, just as he let out a fake sigh in order to feign displeasure like a haughty nobleman would. Such subtle hinting indicated that this fearless "Sidhe hunter" felt that they were wasting his time instead. After all, he did have to get back to tracking his colossal quarry across Speirling before the next sunrise.
When the male changeling finally spoke up on that banshee's behalf and inquired about the obvious hunt, Seregon was more than delighted to retort. Finally they could get down to business and maybe he would learn what he needed to know. "Why yes, I am hunting a giant. I have been following its trail for sometime. And I would like to get on with that if you don't mind...." Seregon boldly proclaimed in a haughty tone. His once standoffish visage then hardened into that of grit determination, showing that he was deadly serious about his task at hand. He didn't care much if they believed his claim or not, for to look like a misguided fool on his way to a giant's belly was of no consequence to him.
"Tell me - have you seen this giant? What condition is it in? And which way was it headed earlier?" Seregon swiftly asked the changeling. It was apparent that Seregon showed far more concern to the whereabouts and vitality of the giant more so than his current predicament of a dagger at his throat. However he soon realized that his current company may be a little bit too bloodthirsty for their own good. Reading between the lines on the changeling's next words about "getting on with it", Seregon immediately decided it best to delve into his dark arts for a safer resolution.
Quickly twitching his nimble fingers into a brief series of somatic components, the ancient vampire suddenly cast a spell around his body before the banshee could act. Within a split second his corpreal form and possessions dematerialized into an umbral form that quickly merged with the surrounding cover of night. It was almost if Seregon had vanished into thin air, though in reality he was now merely inhabiting and moving through a parallel plane of existence created by the fabric of shadows. As such he could no longer be physically held or contained. Some in Speirling called this ability "shadow-walking", an obscure occult practice that took many years to perfect. Of course for a dark being such as Seregon, such a feat came rather naturally.
From this mirror world of darkness that overlapped the material plane, Seregon could still see perceive the other-side, the real world to an extent, albeit in a much a distorted form. It was as if everything was gloomily distorted and time halted to a slowing crawl. Nothing else existed here save for a twisted landscape of the enchanted forest and shadows themselves. Being one with the darkness now, Seregon couldn't even physically see or interact with the changeling and banshee anymore, though he could ascertain their whereabouts based on silhouette-like ripples standing near him. However Seregon's lingering presence could still possibly sensed by the banshee on from the other side. The only caveat was that the shadows greatly amplified Seregon's aura of death - making it appear that he was everywhere around her now from the air to the trees. This nauseating, unnatural vibe was probably even enough to make a normal person's hairs on the back of their neck stand on end.
Fortunately for all involved however, Seregon had no desire to prematurely end his hunting trip by wasting any more time on these edgey travelers. By making such a grand display of his power however, he hoped that they would perceive a fight against him as futile. Therefore Seregon saw no need to attack them or frighten them further. As a result, his "disappearance" only lasted for about half a minute before he decided to end his spell and rematerialize back onto the material plane. Now leaning against a tree on the opposite side of the trail where the duo stood, , the Prince of Darkness came promptly back into view. His face now bore an unamused look of indifference, and his arms were folded cross while his weapons were noticeably put away. "That was very rude of you, and I would suggest we dare not tempt fate once more. Instead - answer what I wish to know and I shall be on my way." he said in a dead-pan tone. His intent of non-confrontation was serious and a rare offer, given that he was not above killing people for lesser perceived offenses. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to that.
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Post by THE ROGUE GIANT on Jul 11, 2013 23:30:53 GMT -5
Feeling depressed from the unfairness of her food attacking her, she turned and left the scene.
((Epic one-liner of epic-ness.))
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 13, 2013 7:06:23 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire  “Get on with it, Nikita!...”
Nikita knuckles turned even whiter and her glare hardened just as the stranger disappeared. She wasn't startled, the banshee was bizarrely calm in the face of something so unusual as a disappearing Sidhe. In all her life Nikita had never heard of a Sidhe that could vanish into thin air... there was more to this than met the eye. And was in not coincidental that this man had arrived mere moments after the Giant had attacked? So he was hunting it.... but for what reason? Was he a master of the loathsome beast, or was he intent on slaying it? Either way, much death surrounded him and Nikita did not like it one ounce.
Taking a steady intake of air into her lungs Nikita closed her eyes, allowing her heightened death sense fill up her mind, paying particular attention to what she could sense closest to her.
“Oh do shut up Dedrallow”, she snapped, sheathing her sword but drawing her twin daggers in it's place. Nikita stood with her arms out, the blades of her daggers resting along her forearms while her head turned slowly... leading her form towards wherever the hunter had disappeared to. One hand loosened it's hold on its dagger slightly while she spun on the balls of her feet, changing her stance ever so slightly.
Half a second after the hunter reappeared a dagger struck the trunk of the tree he was leaning against, striking the wood right next to his head. The banshee's hand was open, her arm still in his direction, but her eyes remained closed. When her eyes did open, the cold blue marbles took on an old too familiar glare – the same hard and critical gaze that she had used against Dedrallow when she had first encountered him... and many more before him. Yes, the changeling was right to assume that Nikita treated everyone with the same hostility upon initial greeting. Nikita was not the most friendly of folk, and it took a lot for anyone to prove that they were anything other than a threat. Only this time, Nikita was glaring far fiercer than she had at Dedrallow... and it was directly aimed at the hunter. Obvious lunacy aside, she did not trust this stranger one ounce. Granted, she didn't trust anyone... but this guy was an idiot to go after a Giant by himself... not that Nikita would be jumping out of her own way to assist him.
“You move again, the next one will be in your head”, she told him firmly, threatening him outright. Immortal or mortal was a factor that was regardless, she would throw the second dagger into his skull if he dared to move even an inch. And she would not regret it at all. The banshee had thrown the first dagger with a deliberate aim to miss. Then her glare shifted to Dedrallow, her body language screaming at him not to give her an order again... even her wings were ruffling in irritation. Nikita worked alone, NO ONE gave her orders. Slowly she returned her gaze to the hunter.
“You will get no help from us...”
The banshee turned to leave, walking away. For one thing, Dedrallow was right: they did not have the time to waste on this stranger; whether it deteriorated into a fight or simple questions – the hunter was on his own in his lunatic idea of giant hunting. And Nikita was eager to see her brother again. The young woman walked quickly, knowing full well that her dagger was still embedded in the tree – she still had the other and her sword; she could always retrieve that one later. |
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 16, 2013 8:37:55 GMT -5
This person was not really a Sidhe, he couldn’t be. He never encountered one that was able to disappear that way and had that weird aura about them. However this person did look like a Sidhe, could he perhaps be a changeling like Dedrallow? He shook his head. If that was the chase he would have known. He would defiantly recognize another changeling. This person seemed dangerous and Dedrallow was beginning to get antsy about all his questions. Why was he so interested in catching the giant? He figured It must be some kind of prize for him, Dedrallow had a grudge against the beast, and perhaps that is the reason why he didn’t want this person or Sidhe, or whatever to know where it was. He turned and looked at Nikita, not even fazed that she had yelled at him, he had grown accustomed to it. He took a step forward as he gazed at the stranger.
“We do not have the information you are looking for, we heard of the beast, but had not seen it, so it’s best for you to be on your way now,” Dedrallow said in a serious tone. He didn’t care anymore. Dedrallow wasn’t above to attacking someone and killing if he needed too – even more so when Rouge was in danger of never waking up. Dedrallow hissed as he stared at the creature before turning to look at Nikita, who was acting just as hostile toward him. They didn’t have time for this. It would have been easier if Nikita had stabbed him and they would be off, leave the guy in the forest for all he cared, he just wanted to make sure that Rouge was going to be okay. If anything bad happened to her….he would kill this stranger.
“Nikita, let’s leave and go to the village. We don’t have to waste time on him,” Dedrallow insisted to her, he didn’t like the looks of this guy and he didn’t want them to get into unnecessary trouble, he would deal with him later on if he had too. He shifted his weight as he hung tightly on Rouge who was still resting soundly in his arms. He looked down at her, they needed to hurry up. He grinded his teeth together as he turned back toward the Sidhe. “You have your information now go,” Dedrallow said as he watched as Nikita said that he wouldn’t get any help from them and began to walk away, he was glad for that and quickly began to follow her.
“I don’t trust that guy….” He whispered in her ear. He had a bad feeling that their encounter was yet to be over and he wouldn’t be surprised if he came after them. But, he hoped that he would believe Dedrallow’s lie and go about his own business. He should come across the giant by himself anyway, not too far away were the tracks that gave it’s whereabouts away.
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