Stepping back, he continued to watch the rest of them, waiting. When he had an idea where one of them was headed, he tried to cut it off before it was trying to eat away at his desk. All he managed to do, was thwart it from taking a bite out of it, rather than killing it outright.
"I'm going to kill you," he hissed through his teeth, glaring at the creature.
As the hellhound swung, he began to contemplate. Was this what it was like to live here? Were they constantly attacked and infested with these shadow things? They were certainly not at that love festival a month ago, but perhaps they kept it within the dorms. It would explain a bit....
It was then that the shade decided to try and taunt Shun once more. This time, he didn't hesitate before planting his dagger into the face of the creature, dispersing it for good. Letting out a breath, he straightened up and looked around. Were these things elsewhere as well? There was really only one way for him to find out.
Begrudgingly, he grabbed his coat and boots and set out.
He could swear the thing was giggling at him. He watched as the shadows finished the last of his desk and began consuming the bed itself, the crimson sheets long disappeared within their shadowed bodies.
The last few nights had been fairly dreamless for the dragon, so this night came across as rather odd for him. What were these images that he saw? They were.. kind of reminiscent of that one other dream months ago. Not directly, but there was something about them that kind of tugged at those memories.
As for the trio of items, he found himself drawn towards the warmth of the blade that was there. Yes, this would do for him.
It was then that he awoke to the sound of... munching? He quickly sat up from his pile of treasure and looked to see the source of the noise. There were several black creatures, eating his things.
Of course, the strange shadows did not listen to him. They just continued to chew away at his gold coins and other things. With a frown, he quickly scrambled up and began to try and throw them off of his pile.
And after tossing a few off, the belligerent dragon went on and tried to punt a few of them into his pit of lava. It worked out pretty well actually. There was also something a little satisfying at seeing the critters fizzle away in the molten substance.
Gene didn't exactly sleep. She had a habit of drifting off into a semi-conscious state at night, but she never actually slept. That night, though, she'd been brainstorming what exactly to put in a coffee that paired well with lavender.
Two blinking eyes met her own silver ones when she looked up to see the rising pumpkin sun, and without a moment of hesitation she lashed out at the offending object. None of her pets had yellow eyes - or tried to bite her knees.
He hadn't been sure what to think of the dream. Wandering down an endless flight of stairs surrounded by portraits. Things he didn't even recall remembering could be found in a few, at least assuming they were true. He didn't have any real thought to it all. Maybe this was what having your life flash before your eyes was?
...not exactly how he'd always pictured it.
And then at the bottom the three things, seeming to float in the air... He wasn't sure what to make of that either, but perhaps the pride of being a demon made him reach for the crown. Loneliness, as if everything he ever once held dear was lost briefly flooded over him as a few faint visions flew by. Then a voice whispered something in his ear, seeming so far away. Just as everything was.
A dream? "Perhaps?" But it seemed that faint answer alone was enough as suddenly he found himself tumbling down as the 'world' itself fell apart. And just as he was about to hit rock bottom...
He bolted upright, eyes white as he glanced around Molan looked about his own dimly lit room. It was odd, a nightmare hadn't bothered him in such a way since he'd arrived. Still, that was... unpleasant. He brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and suddenly became aware of the sound of skittering, and Pitch's growl from another corner of the room. Why would they be having such a fi-
WHY WAS THERE A NEW PET IN HIS ROOM?
Wait. No. That wasn't a pet. As it reminded him of some of his newer pets, that was DEFINITELY not a minipet. Or at least not one he'd let stay. It was currently being chased and attacked feebly by Pitch. Which was doing little to no good sadly. The minipet wasn't a fierce as he liked to think. The thing was ignoring the larger otokoyo to try and catch the smaller magicat that was darting away. Oh jack no. This thing was trying to eat his pets.
"STOP THAT NOW!" Without much thought to really how he intended to stop the thing with his bare hands, the demon lunged at the shadowling and missed entirely. Still, at least it wasn't looking at Storm anymore.
Nope. Now it was after him. Ow.
[OOC] Name: Molan HP: 28/30 Damage: 0 Shadowling: 10/10 [Obsevant Path] ALL UR HEALS
Since the beasties were not letting up, Jericho took this time to try and begin pounding away at the ones that remained in his room. They were far too slippery for him to really be able to hit though. HP: 94 Damage: Shadowling: 4 [Warrior path]
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Shoji mumbled incoherently in his sleep as he rolled over, the movement eliciting a small squeak from the minipet trapped under his head. Pillow was named for a reason, after all. The normally docile sealed evil continued to squeak however, going so far as to wiggle its stubby arms in an attempt to get its master’s attention.
”…GHHN…WHAT IS IT…“ The raiju rolled again to lay on his side, eyes opening just a crack to shoot Pillow a groggy death glare. ”DON’T MAKE ME FLUFF YOU UP LIKE LAST T—WOAH! “ With a bark of surprise the boil shot off the bed, staring in disbelief as one of his blankets disappeared before his eyes into the mouth of… what the Candlejack is that?
The shadowy being in question paused long enough to blink up at him before making swift work of the remaining blankets and turning to join the other shadow that was eating his desk and Bloody Mary THERE WERE MORE COMING OUT OF THE FLOORBOARDS.
“OI!," he growled, snatching a whimpering Pillow off the bed as a couple of the creatures started on his mattress. His other minipets were nowhere in sight and he briefly lamented their obvious demise to these hungry abominations before he was forced up against the windowsill as more rose around his feet. Brandishing Pillow like a club, Shoji wrestled the window open to perch at its edge, catching a final glimpse of his bedframe sinking into a black mass as he leaped off the side of the building to land on the campus grounds below. With nowhere to go, the boil began to sprint towards the front gates. Someone was going to pay for letting this infestation into the school.
The shadowlings were acting as if he wasn't even really around. They were far too intent on devouring his treasure. Jericho wasn't sure if that was really a good or bad thing. On one hand, it might make it easier to strike them, on the other... they were eating the shiny things. This made him angry.
The shadow was beginning to show signs of faltering as it teetered from side to side and its head tilted. It appeared to be giving a more curious yet cautious behavior. It had the right so, as he let out another roar.
And thus, Jericho went on and tried to stomp on a few while they were seemingly occupied. He managed to squash one of them, but there were still a handful left that needed to be taken care of. Letting out a huff, he went on and tried to deal with them as well.
It was never a good sign when dreams were interrupted by the yapping of foxfires. the restless sleep that came with haunting tones of voices that lingered on the edge of clarity, calling and whispering unknown things, it was not that dream about the infinite supply of steaks that he loved to dream about. But the cries from the minipets was new.
"What wrong with you guys." one sleepy damien decided to speak up, rising from the bed and rubbing at his eyes where the minipets suddenly gathered. there was never a day when they all just climbed into his bed, never. But the runic scruffle, regal was not with them, he was far too busy growling at the strange thing that was...
"hey put down my treat balls." who was the strange visitor, damein had no clue, tilting his head at the visitor before sitting up straight as it swallowed it whole. and sprouted another one.
If it was a student, then why was there two of them. and the duo began to go after the other trinkets in his room, bells and toys and "NO NOT MY HOMEWORK!" that too was gone into a puff of smoke and the new clone. "hey!' enough was enough as the hellhound pup launched himself from the bed, much to the plaintiff whining of the foxfires. "You've overstayed your welcome, i want you to leave, right now!" he demanded, putting his foot down, and watching as the beast blinked at him and went back to their rifling.
in his own room. touching his stuff, terrorizing his pals. that was just about all he could take. "I SAID GET THE JACKIN' HELL OUT!" the fit was sudden, and without melas's influence, but the kick was sound and heavy.
A ball that was stuck with the side of his foot and went sailing across the floor and past one of their heads.
it didn't take long for the swarm to focus on him instead of his stuff.
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Damien’s HP: 23/25 Damage: 0 FEAR used: ??/3
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[ Path of the Spellcaster: ]
- - You attack is doubled. This INCLUDES Fear attacks you may do! - Your HP is HALVED - SPECIAL EFFECT: Second Chance If an attack results in your immediate death (0 hp), you may ONCE in this battle skip it!
HP: 13
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