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A pair of pink plum colored eyes were watching the young witchling with keen interest that night. Though Emelia often didn't get close to the academy on the premise of the fact the educators were rather skilled and could probably kill her, the lure of easy prey was often enough to keep her fluttering around the surrounding edges. After all, sometimes terrible thing happened when little witchlings strayed too far from the path, or stayed out past curfew. But tonight, no true prey or pawn present itself. Instead, she was greeted with a young man, books in his bag, and looked for the source of all the little snaps of twigs in the cool night air.

But this young man was also a Majin. Like, her, one with the hunger, yet he hadn't been enticed to take that step yet, to taste the sweetness that was a witche's heart. Lifting up from the tree where she'd been hiding she smiled at him, eyeing him up and down. "It's not every night I see a student out so late." A smirk spread on her face. "Much less one like myself." Her wings gave a tiny flap. "A Majin."

Giggling, Emelia was trying to not tease the boy. She was trying to hold back, she really was. After he got to the bit about calling her a little lady she couldn't help it. She full out broke into laughter. "Little lady? Why, I hardly think my ladies are little, they're rather well rounded wouldn't you say?" She couldn't resist making the joke. Her outfit was a bit much in some ways.

Still, he had complimented her, which counted for something. "Maybe I thought I was due for a nightly stroll." Emelia circled him, taking note he did seem rather tense. "But in truth? Yes." She flew up and hovered there, flying a little closer rather then walking. "I was looking for a few sweet hearts to steal. As for scaring-"

She landed in front of him, giving the witchling a tiny curtsy. "Just who would be scared of lil' old me?" her wings vanished and she 'collapsed on the ground. "Ohhh woe is me, I've gone and twisted my ankle and can walk no further." Melodramatics, she him a feral grin. "It works every time. A bleeding heart is always the sweetest heart. But you wouldn't know that." The feral grin was dark. "Not yet anyway."

Emelia just puffed her chest more out at him. "Hrm? Is something wrong?" She loved this boy, he was so lively, so..reactive. Easy to rile and get such cute expression from. Just the kind of guy she loved to tease, and on a night like this, it was certainly a welcome distraction from her normal hunting. "Oh, my cleavage well-" Her wings fluttered and she bent, just so they would be at eye level.
"It is rather nice isn't it? Shame the old fussy Academy doesn't allow for uniforms like this. If they did I bet your days would be a lot more pleasant wouldn't they? At least more to view...even if some of those girls are practically bursting forth. Why just a little spell and snip!" She cut the air with her fingers. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it. I mean really, it is a simple spell. what would it be? One two buttons? Oh well I'm getting side tracked." Landing she walked over, pouting.

"And can you blame me for eating it? The witch who's heart I ate. She was right in front of me. I could taste it on her lips, in the air, she didn't even fight back." The last part was hissed out and Emelia crossed her arms. "She just-" Arms fell to her sides. It was useless for her to dwell on the past. Later she'd deal with it. Much later. Right now here was a Majin...and interesting one at that.

"So tell me big man." If he wanted to call her little witch, she'd give him a name in kind. "How do you plan to live surrounded by sheep? You're a wolf under that sheepskin. All us Majin are. Once we eat a heart, we just shed that false fluff." She walked over to a tree, leaning on it. "How would you have me, have us majin live if not on the hearts of the sheep, those human witches?"

Emelia's eyes shot open as the hand touched her chest, the grin saying more than she could put into words. "You're so..lively." There now, wasn't that a good word for him? She certainly thought so and for her mind it was a matter settled. Blowing him a kiss, she added a few batted eye lashes at him for kicks.

"And how would you know about the hunger and how 'bearable' it is?" Her walk around him was now more exaggerated, her conscious attempt to get under his skin. "You've never eaten a heart, so how can you be so sure?" Fingers tapped on her chin. "Though in a way it is true, once you eat a heart, those snacks don't really compare. It's like saying how much better a tea is than water. Both provide a drink, but one just provides a little bit more, wouldn't you say?" Her circling was now boring her she took a few steps down the path towards the Academy.

"The hunter who defends the sheep doesn't always win. Sometimes the wolf kills the hunter, sometimes, the wolf can hide, or as is my case-" Both hands raised in a shrug. "The wolf waits for the sheep to stray." She waited down the path, pink eyes watching him, wanting to see his reaction.
"So long as the sheep cannot defend themselves, so long as they need a hunter, the wolves rely on their own. A wolf should be smart enough to not kill every sheep, or kill when it's unneeded. What's the point in that? No, you hide and wait and hunt when need be. Anything more is pointless." A hand brushed at her skirt. "Besides, if I killed the sheep who made this top I'd never get to see your cute flustered face!" Another laugh at his expense. Emelia thought it was a rather good night.

His reactions to her had Emelia in a tizzy. So lively and full of emotions. Her smile was ever present as she made a tiniest of movements closer towards him, and towards the academy. "Why can't I? I used to go there, I even graduated. Why can't I go back? I'm not so foolish as to try and eat someone in a place full of-" She shivered, though to cold air or wind touched her. "Ugh, yes, those things." She turned and backed off slightly. "Humans are the spoiled ones. They never have the hunger, they never have to live in fear of persecution just for having being born." A finger waved at him. "What happens if one of those-" a shudder "- brutes found out you were a majin? Think they would be so merciful? I doubt it. We're all the same to them. Witches can abuse their magic just as much as anyone. If say I ate only the hearts of those who hurt, of those who would abuse their power, am I so very monstrous then? This little child is spoiled in her sense of pride." Emelia smirked as her eyes peered at his own.

"But are you not spoiled as well? After all, you're the one at the Academy, surrounded by all that magic. I'm in the wild, taking whatever I can find. Plus you are probably surrounded by girls all day." She puffed her chest out at him. "I'd say that is pretty spoiled."

For the first time since they had met Emelia gave a soft, gentle smile, yet filled with sorrow and regret. "Majin and human are not the same. We majin are bound and cursed to our fate. There is no escape for us, we will live with this hunger, tormented and in agony. Our only moments of peace coming when we take that which is most dear." A fist curled at her side, and the witch eater felt her memories stirring in the back of her mind. How desperately she ignored them, only to have them worm their way back at the worst moments.

"I once was like you, thinking I could live without taking hearts. But I never considered the strength and pull of the hunger. I thought I could control it. But the fact is we can't, not always." A shake of her head, and she tapped her toe on the ground. "That was before my accident, before I let someone get close and let my control slip for just a second. Now I'm doubly curse for what I am. Born to be something I never asked for. Cursed to live, all for one moment of freedom." It was her fate, but not that of others she knew, but it pained her, and to see this boy condemn her for it- It burned part of her.

"I won't give up little man, not until they understand sometimes we don't have a choice, our choice is made for us, if we like it or not. We're just stuck with it." Wings fell to her sides as she walked over to him. "As for girls, you clearly need to get out more." A quick dash and she gave him a light peck on the cheek before pulling away and taking to the sky, giggling. "By the way, thank you for calling me by my name." It was perhaps the most honest thing she'd told him all night. "If you ever need me, or would just like a little chat, come to Clarus Arbor, and look for the peach trees."