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 Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 12:16 pm
It hungered. Deep and simmering. It hungered for the best food. The ripest. Young and brimming with energy. It wanted only the sweetest tastes. Its tapered tongue slipped from lipless mouth to taste the air for such bounties.
The blinking city eyes stared down at it with contempt. Tosed their light-shine down upon its thick scales. It hated the light. Cursed it. Its prey spotted it in the light. It took to the shadows then, creeping along the eyelids where the city eyes couldn't find it. The buildings provided good cover. Good bricks to crawl upon with long, muscled fingers. Here, hugging the building, nothing would find it. Its scales changed slowly with the fiery red wall-scales. Soon it looked no different. If it stayed still, no one would find it.
But staying still was no fun. It scampered across the wall-scales with a firm grip. It dodged the grubby eye-beams from the patrol monsters. They ingested the prey all the time but never digested them. Prey always escaped. It thought the patrol monsters would die from starvation, but they never did.
A patrol monster stopped near it. Two prey emerged from its side like it had a reopened wound. It tasted the air again. No, it thought. Too many. Too close. Too aware. They entered the wall-scales together, under a brightly-lit eye. This eye looked inattentive. Great gaps between the wall-scales showed more prey inside, lifting thin tube things with big circles on the ends. The circles reminded it of the limbs on the patrol monsters. The eye above the wall-scales was in a similar shape.
It tasted another prey on the air. This one nearby, it knew. A twist of its reptilian head confirmed it - a blonde prey, young, full of energy. Alone. Yes, it thought. Its scales changed to match the stone on which it clung.
Yes, it thought. It would eat this prey.
The reptilian youma launched then, webbed hands splayed, hudling toward the lone girl in its path.litian thought i would start with the youma pov first; please lmk if this is ok!
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 4:10 pm
Saffron had found herself leaving the office much later than she'd planned to. In fact she had planned to be out and on her way home by half five–
But some last minute problems had ended up cropping up, just as she'd been reaching the point where she'd been considering logging off for the day and she hadn't felt able to go home and leave them.
A couple more cups of coffee and a good deal more hours than she'd planned later, Saffron finally logged off, her brown eyes blinking startled as she caught sight of the clock in the office.
It was late enough that she didn't bother with the bus stop that was just a couple of streets away by the library, Saffron making the decision to instead turn left rather than right and head towards the bars and takeaway shops.
She'd stop by one of the bars and call a cab she decided as her heels tapped smartly against the sidewalk.
She had no idea of what lurked in the shadows - what was even now scampering in her direction as she continued down the sidewalk, her thoughts for the most part focused on home and - as a secondary - food followed by bed.Strickenized It's perfect :3 Apologies for the delay on my end
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 11:15 am
It sniffed the air for the last time. Its sinewy body contracted, then lurched forward as it darted down sidewalk. Closer, closer it scrambled - it tasted the energy on the air, rolling off the meatbag before it - then it leapt several feet in the air. Wind rushed through its feathers. Claws extended. A hiss loosed from its throat.
The youma dove for Saffron. It reached, clutching, for purchase on clothes and in hair. It hungered for the energy trapped in her body. And it would draw the lot of it out with teeth sunk deep in her skin.Schörl's orders demanded a greater quota of energy than his rank's standard. She expected more precision, greater efficiency, better finesse. She expected that he adhere fully to the life thrust upon him, to dismiss old thought of cashmere comforters and afternoon teas. The frustration of it abated over time - Faustite grew less incensed by her demands as he learned to simply accept them - though he often still found ways to lackadaisically rebel.
At present, shops and bars and storefronts attracted customers aplenty; entering them to fill his quota proved much too dangerous. Outside, stragglers remained on sidewalks where evening light still protected them. Street lamps provided circles of safety under which they darted. Further ahead, Faustite felt a youma's keening presence through its volatile aura - thick and oily, feral, insidious. Nothing else remained in their vicinity, however, which begged the question - what was it doing? Attacking someone? Draining energy? Wandering aimlessly?
Faustite shifted from his vantage on the rooftops, pressing toward the lone creature.litian no problem at all! it's tough to keep up with a meta going on
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 12:45 am
Saffron had been oblivious to the approaching creature, the thing's scampering changing movement until it was more of a dart as it scrambled closer and closer to where she was making her way down the street. But she did hear the hiss, her skin pebbling in goosebumps at the sound - a sound that seemed out of place in the hitherto quiet evening–
And whilst it was probably nothing it didn't stop her from increasing her pace, the movement turning the smart, steady clip of her heels to something more uneven.
Or at least she tried to–
She didn't more than a few paces forward before something knocked into her causing her tumbling downwards with a scream - a scream that cut off as she hit the concrete of the sidewalk with an 'oof'.
She tried to scramble backwards, but the thing was too close to avoid, as claws reached out and towards her face.
Saffron screamed again, one of her scrabbling hands managing to latch onto her handbag - her lovely expensive handbag that she had saved lovingly for - before trying to swing it up and towards the creature.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2017 12:31 am
Faustite watched from his perch with disease. A thin frnt broke his placid countenance as he looked on at the scene. The youma, lithe and ever more proud and austere and powerful than its victim, dove down on a girl who shrieked and fought. It reached for the face, ostensibly to gouge her eyes out and end her suffering. He knew nothing of what it sought. And yet, as she reeled back with her handbag —
The spoken word came firm yet conversational. "Stop." Its ears pricked, it straightened, it halted atop her. The handbag struck it squarely upside the head and it shrieked.
Its concentration broke. It reached for her once more —
With a smoky sigh, he left the parapet. He fell the pair of stories to pavement, to the disheveled scene of girl-fighting-monster-fighting-girl. To the wild hair and the unkempt clothes and the mottled fur and the tired shrieks and the desperate bid for energy. He gave the youma a last order. "Go." in a breath, he banished it to the Rift. With a hand swung outward in dismissal, the creature simply evaporated — and between them stood no further menace. Worthless creature. It wastes its precious hours on cheap meals and poor thrills. Shouldn't it know to wait for a down payment in energy? Or do they all recklessly jeopardize their livelihoods? The behavior isn't so far from an officer's.
Faustite approached the girl slowly, his hand extended in a tentative offer of assistance. He leaned over her with his free hand pressed to the small of his back. He noted, then, that her handbbag wasn't cheap — even if the rest of her clothes couldn't match it. Someone with goals. Someone with willpower enough to achieve them. Bully for you.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2017 6:02 am
Saffron did not hear the conversationally spoken 'stop', but for a single moment the terrible claws paused–
Up until the moment when her handbag completed its swing and clunked the monstrosity on the side of what presumably passed for a head.
It shrieked, the claws once again reaching for her even as Saffron tried to shift the bag up so that it was between herself and her face–
And then suddenly the thing or whatever the hell the creature was...
Was gone.
It took a few moments to sink in, her handbag dropping from trembling hands, the signs of shredded fabric that would surely cause her to mourn for the moment unnoticed.
A hand appeared in her line of vision and for a moment Saffron found herself trying to scoot backwards until it finally registered that it was a hand being held out.
Brown eyes blinked for a moment, "I..."
Her own hand hesitantly reached out and up, Saffron blissfully unaware of just what a mess she looked.
"I think so" she managed to get out finally.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 9:15 pm
Hauling someone to their feet demanded much less effort as Faustite — as Captain Faustite — and he was grateful for it. He could retain a hand behind his back as he raised her off the ground. He could retain his own sense of power as he did not have to exert himself.
You don't look okay. With her hair mussed and her clothes disheveled, her handbag slightly sooty where it clocked the youma, she looked the epitome of a staunchy independent liar. She looked like she expected to walk on of her own volition, to salvage her pride or to avoid taxing someone she never met before. Payment was an easy arrangement — a hand on her shoulder, at her back, or on her arm with a thin filament of livewire energy to connect the pair. Simple, subtle, insidious.
She did not react badly to him, at least. She must place more weight in behavior than in looks.
"Do you want company on your walk?" He left the invitation open. Adrenaline sung through her, he imagined, while the seconds passed in a bated wait. He could drain that brilliance away easily, imperceptibly.
All she had to do was accept.
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