|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:02 am
Gravy felt it again, a quick tug at her strings that alerted her of danger. Though she wasn't sure why, She didn't feel a witch eater or human with malice. Just as quickly had the tug come, it disspiated and she was left with a wariness that she only felt when she had her demonic nightmares.
She turned her head at Cruor's teasing and though her eyes were wide with shock, her smile bloomed fully on her face. "Are you teasing me Cruor?" She poked him in the side, more able to now that he didn't have heavy armor covering him. It was like poking the Dragon's belly, at least that's how she thought of it. Her eye's hooded though at the mention of caution as she looked at Miusa and X....Yes, Caution. "I am not so thrilled about this ball as I thought anymore." She shook her head to shake the small feeling of fear. No no, this was her first time to a event like this. And she wanted to make the most positive experiences.
She noticed the signs Shaden sent her and smiled, eager to catch the other mononoke girl later if she could. For now, her friend seemed to be entertaining a young cute witchling boy. She turned to look up at Cruor again, beginning the next comment when she noticed he was distracted. His gaze had locked with a dark haired male across the room. She followed it to stare at the icy blue eyes that were staring at them and cocked her head. She didn't recognize the other man but laid her hand on Cruor's in silent support.
"Cruor?" She hesitantly paused before looking up at his nervous smile. Cocking her head to the side, "Heh." She chuckled before tugging at his arm, "There is no better time my friend!" She smiled, "They will all be too busy enjoying their own dances to notice you. Well except...all those ladies that seem to be watching." Gravy didn't want to point out every single one of the single costumed ladies staring at Cruor. It would probably make him uncomfortable and well, she really wanted to dance.
"Nonsense Cruor!" She looked up into his burgundy eyes. "Your fear of dancing is unjustifiable my friend." She reminded him, "It's just me with you on the floor. I won't change my view on you over such a simple thing."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:15 am
It seemed the little thing wanted a dance. Any other time, he might have obliged, even if he had two left feet, even if he could practically smell that trace of non-human on this one. "You're very brave, asking one of reaper lineage to dance, aren't you? I applaud your courage." he gave the little one a knowing gaze though he hadn't said it aloud, and patted an approving hand on her head. He wasn't here to hunt down whelplings. He had much larger game tonight, and truly, he only had a problem Witch Eaters. They reminded him so much of himself that they disgusted him. "Sorry, dear lady. I'm here for business tonight, and I might miss my opportunity to impress the boss if I let myself get carried away dancing. Besides...." his mouth curved into a grin. "I think you value your toes. You wouldn't want me trampling them, would you?"
[[ This meta will end within the next 1-2 days. I have to be gone today until the evening, but we'll try to wrap things up soon! :3 ]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:21 am
Salem.
“It may be more than one,” Salem corrected, his flare of frustration dying down. “We must consider that possibility, yes?” They couldn't afford NOT to, in Salem's opinion. With the possbility of complications hovering over this ball like a great thundercloud, the two of them needed to consider the chances of just about ANYTHING. A whole ARMY of witch eaters might just storm this ball, hell, they might storm just about anywhere, and as glorious a day Salem knew that would be, he had no desire to see them crash this party. Even as he spoke, his eye came to rest upon Orpheus, in costume with Phil close at hand. Ridiculous human attachment, they'd poisoned old Salem, but now he couldn't bear to see them harmed.
“Silly, though, to think that the Reapers will be making our lives easier again, isn't it?” Salem flicked his gaze back to Masika, who had snatched up more booze to taste at. Salem could never bear to drink such light fare. Simply dulling his sense didn't appeal to the demon-tainted man. If he were to imbibe spirits, he looked for as high a proof as he could find, in as great a quantity as he could obtain. The hangover he'd just begun to work out of his system the previous day was a perfect example. Most of the night was still a blur, and he wouldn't doubt he nearly killed himself with the liquor.
“Ah, but now the ball is filling up good and proper, so it is!” Faces familiar and unfamiliar alike had begun to rapidly pour into the grand ballroom when he he'd stopped paying attention, and he gazed about them, licking his lips in spite of himself. He hadn't had a single smeck of human magic in nearly a day and a half, and something more primal than his stomach howled with the pain of hunger.Sigmund.
Sigmund smiled at Rajih, before taking another step closer to his sister, so that he could turn to properly face the man while remaining at Niamh's side. He didn't like when conversational groups took that triangle-formation, because it presented the risk of a newcomer choosing to stand between himself and his sister. Given that most times, they were strangers, the chance made Sigmund nervous, and he sought to avoid it whenever possible. “Yes,” he said, with a little nod, “Lots of fun.”
Sigmund figured he knew just what Rajih was to Niamh, given the way he spoke to her, and resisted the urge to give a quick, furtive glance over at his sister. She hadn't told him about this man, hadn't even mentioned him! Maybe Sigmund overreacted, because he'd never known Niamh to act rudely to anybody, though occasionally she could be … frank. But still, he couldn't quell the tiny flare of jealousy that sprung up suddenly in his gut. He'd just have to satisfy himself with the fact that he was her precious brother, and hope no man could come between them. He'd heave a little sigh of relief later in response to her assurance that they hadn't come as a couple.
“Proper...?” Sigmund repeated the word, forgetting the meaning of the word when used in this context. It meant fitting... but it also meant well-mannered, didn't it? That's how they were using the word, right? “I don't think I can be proper, by definition...” To be truthful, he wouldn't know 'proper' if it came up and escorted him to a fancy dinner. He'd been raised in a shack by an antisocial hunchback, and had never learned anything that came CLOSE to manners for the first sixteen years of his life. His sister, though... in public, she was the paragon of manners. When home, she could be fun, but her training by the opportunistic von Rohr parents wasn't lost so easily, though she might resent it.
Sigmund grew nervous even as Emelia approached, thoroughly disturbed by something in the hungry way she roved her eyes across the group, finally rested her eyes on Sigmund. He didn't trust her, not for a second, didn't trust anyone who looked at him like food. He knew well and good about majin, and deep down he feared them. His sister was an exception, but losing his witch's heart would ruin all of his plans, cut his quest for immortality short in the only way that wouldn't include death. What a way to go, to lose his very identity after striving so hard to defeat the natural end to life.
His sister would protect him, though. Sigmund drew closer still to Niamh, great warmth blossoming in his chest as she spoke up in assertive defense of him. Sigmund would truly hate to see the first fool to test her anger, and would probably abstain from watching whatever HAPPENED to said fool. He played with the lapel of his jacket and looked at his feet, hoping Emelia would eventually forget about him and move on.
“I hope whoever's responsible isn't here...” Sigmund was still pretending fascination in the buckles of his shoes as he spoke, softly, apparently at the floor. “That would make it so much more likely for something ugly and complicated to happen...”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 11:54 am
Ballroom
"Y-you're....!" Red flooded her cheeks and she clasped two frail hands over her mouth. Oh god, what was she thinking! No wonder he scared her! But once his hand had patted the top of her head, Myra wasn't so scared. At least he wasn't going to go after her and her little heartless self. At his last statement, her lips pulled into a squiggled frown. So he wasn't much of a dancer, huh?
"W-well then.... Um..." Myra cleared her throat, the flush of red still lingering upon her face. "F-forget I asked then.... But-" Her blue-greens peeked up shyly at the man's face. "I thank you for sparing me, all things considered...."
The young Witch stood up and slightly bowed her head. "Enjoy your.... Business, I suppose....." With that, Myra allowed her golden shoes to lead her away from the man. Her head had begun spinning not too long after and before she knew it, Myra had bumped into a brunette surrounded by two mononoke and a young Witchling. With a snap of her head up, she apologized to the girl before her, seeing as she must have interrupted something.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:39 pm
It wasn't as if Lea knew how to dance either but he just wasn't exactly the type who would openly admit his deficiencies or avoid the topic as if it was some terminal disease when it was obviously one of the main activities one would partake in at such a social event. "It looks as if almost everyone in Lilium is here enjoying themselves tonight. Even the teachers." He observed with a tilt of his head towards the trio, who appeared to be conversing amongst themselves, followed by a brief nod to acknowledge the compliment on his outfit. "Let's split up for the meantime then. I'll go with Kalypso to look for a drink and we can perhaps meet up at the alcove over there shortly?"
Benches had already been placed for people to sit at and Lea figured that it was a nice spot where one could enjoy the ball without having to squeeze with the crowd as throngs of people continued to fill the ballroom. Apparently he wasn't the only one to think likewise as evidenced by the raven-haired male and the lady in the wine red dress who were already seated there. He made sure to point out just exactly where he was referring to for both Cedar's and Xerxes' benefit but just as he was about to make his way into the crowd with Kalypso to search for one of those servers who were making their rounds about the ballroom with drinks at hand on a tray, he noticed someone bumping into Cedar and instinctively took a step towards the both of them to ensure that they were alright. It was the lady in the wine red dress whom he had spotted just awhile ago. "Are the both of you alright?" With the sheer number of people around them, something like this was bound to happen sooner or later.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:49 pm
Xerxes flushed a little as he scratched at his cheek with one finger out of embarrassment. He didn't exactly feel handsome in the suit but instead felt silly and out of place. Suits and fancy clothes weren't exactly the norm for him. He felt more comfortable in regular, loose clothes. At Cedar's comment, he glanced over at Lea, wondering which the other Mononoke would prefer: getting drinks or dancing. He felt pretty confident that if it came to his dance, he would probably end up on stepping on someone's toes. A lot. There was also the possibility of falling flat on his face.
"It does seem to be quite the event," Xerxes said, feeling like he could use a drink after knowing that he would have to dance. He couldn't just leave Cedar hanging after she said that she preferred to dance and Lea agreeing to go for drinks. He glanced toward the alcove that Lea pointed out as a meeting place and hoped that he would remember its location later on in the evening. He turned to Cedar and bowed to her as he extended a hand toward her. "Care for this dance, my lady?" he asked, trying to sound properly like a gentleman. He hadn't done very well in the whole study on proper etiquette for events like this one.
But in the next moment, a woman with blue hair bumped into Cedar. "Ah! Are you okay?" he asked immediately, straightening up from his bowed position. He realized after the question left his mouth that Lea had asked pretty much the same thing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:06 pm
Lumena Castle, Ballroom
Phil couldn't help but look around, silently wondering where Orpheus was. There was an alarming number of reapers roaming the halls and the knights where also on the watch but the culprit behind the recent incidents could be anywhere. He could be there for all they knew. He could be there, waiting to attack them. Was there reason behind the incidents? Where they all as random as all of them wanted to believe? Could it be that there was an intricate plan structured behind them? He couldn't help but wonder, and for some reason the longer Orpheus took to appear the more something bothered him in the back of his head. He wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to him. He really wouldn't know what to do. And it wasn't just him, though... He cared for everyone's well-being just as much.
He was becoming all the more fretful by the minute until finally Orpheus appeared. Phil found himself smiling brightly at him, his eyes settling gently on the figure dressed in gold and black that made his way towards him, all proper and formal but apparently equally flushed. It was somewhat comforting to find even his most awkward feelings reciprocated in that sense, gave him a sense of belonging if nothing. He blushed more as Orpheus cam closer and found himself chuckling awkwardly at his ministrations. He hadn't thought Orpheus could be as formal but it was a pleasant little surprise and he found himself in need to play along. Bowing back just lightly accepting the gesture, leaning in closer as he felt Orpheus' arm around his waist. It felt safe being there, so close to him. A safe haven just for him, and if he didn't know better he would say it was some kind of charm, an enchantment even... but it wasn't like that at all even if it kept surprising him even after all this time.
"That is such a lovely blossom." he laughed softly, giving his words the appropriate formality. "You needn't go in all this trouble just for me." he laughed accepting the gesture. "Although, you're quite handsome yourself, if so I must say." he laughed. Secretly he wanted to ask Orpheus if he was getting the same terrible feeling of premonition, like something terrible was upon them but he couldn't bring himself to dampen the mood like that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:59 pm
Kalypso didn't know what to expect and what to do at balls. When she was little was pretty sheltered all her life and didn't really know how to converse with the opposite sex. So she just remained silent and waited to see what everyone else wanted to. If they picked dancing she would just let whoever she partners with take the lead and look at other couples to make sure she got it right.
She sighed. When the school had classes a few days ago about etiquettes and what to do at balls and social gatherings like this instead of being there front row center in class she actually had overslept. By the time she woke up she didn't even bother going to class. "Yes a drink would be good."
Her and Lea were about to get a drink while Xerxes and Cedar dance then they were going to meet up. Kalypso heard than saw a women with blue hair as she accidently bumped into Cedar.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:38 pm
Cedar let her eyes slide over. Lea was pointing toward Sibelius, and the blue haired girl really stood out. Well by the time the dance end, he wouldn't still be there... Would he? She then nodded to Lea, showing that she understood. And then giggled with a smile when Xerxes acted like a gentleman. It was a very sweet gesture. "Okay guys.. We'll see you in a little bit." She smiled over at Kalypso, she was hoping that her find was enjoying herself. She knew something like this could be nerve wrecking for some, and seemed like she might have been as prepared as others.
She reached her hand out and it was as her fingers touched Xerxes palm that she received the bump. Taking a step forward to catch her balance, it wasn't that bad. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the girl with the blue hair from a few moments ago.
Before she could even respond... Lea with his cat like reflexes had jumped to the rescue, well tried too. And asked if the two females were okay. And almost perfectly in time with him was Xerxes. Cedar couldn't help by giggle. "Aww, look at the knights in shining armor. I'm perfectly fine. Are you?" She looked back to the girl. "I should have been a bit more aware of my surrounding."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:17 pm
Lumena || Castle Ballroom
Blinking a bit in surprise, Azra'iel found himself looking at the back of Ruria's head as she spoke of a teacher he had heard much about but not yet studied with. Was he too formal? No, he simply could not see it. That was the proper way to greet a date or dance partner or... alright, perhaps he was a bit stuffy at times. He would consider working on it at some point. He did not really interact with enough of his fellow students for it to matter and now was not the time to think on it.
Amused by Ruria's observation, his low chuckle melded with hers. "You are quite right, I believe this is the first time I have had the pleasure of speaking with my date before an event as well." He had noticed other couples gearing up to brave the rather sparsely populated dance floor and smiled almost shyly, turning to offer a hand, palm up, to his companion. "Since we have gone entirely backwards, speaking before dancing, shall we make up for it now? Or do you prefer to seek conversation or refreshment?" He had to ask, there was an entire table of beautiful confections.
While waiting for a reply, golden eyes darted around the room before focusing again on the girl before them; a feeling of being watched was ever-present. What he could only assume were Reaper forces were stationed periodically about the perimeter of the room and the dais reserved for the Royals was nearly empty. How...odd. From what he had heard, this was generally a highly-favored event.
The young man wondered if trouble was expected or if precautionary measures were being taken to ensure safety. Both options kind of put a damper on the celebratory spirit!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:59 pm
Lumena ~ Castle Ballroom
Étaín Díomasach had just recently arrived at Makai: recently actually being the prior day. While she had debated not bothering to attend this ...gathering, she couldn't resist the opportunity to dress up. Her father had gotten the gown she wore on his last trip to Moonfall befo----on his last trip to Moonfall. Anyway, it had been too large then and she had yet to have had a chance to wear it: so between getting to do so and the rumors of the many Reapers about the town, the stoic young majin had almost eagerly made her way to Lumena.
Reluctantly having shed her heavy, fur-trimmed cloak at the door, Étaín was pleasantly surprised by the heat of the large ballroom, allowing her to enjoy the feeling of silk gliding over her skin instead of only being able to think of how cold she was. Indigo silk drifted behind her, fluid as water, as the candlelight caught in the gems embroidered into a flowering vine along her back. Moving with confidence, she strode toward the unoccupied shadows and fringes where she could watch the proceedings.
Deep indigo eyes silently took in the scene. Étaín never had been big on joining in.
As she slid along near the walls, she liberated a goblet of cider off one of the refreshment tables. Finding an alcove where she could lean comfortably against the wall, Étaín browsed the crowd; bemused by the mannerisms of the celebrants. The room had a festive air that seemed dragged down by undercurrents of tension. Being fresh from a tiny, isolated village herself, she wasn't aware of what might be going on, but she definitely couldn't help but notice the atmosphere of forced joviality. She found herself taking a few steps away from the wall and could almost overhear the conversation closest to her, between a blushing, green-haired student still in his uniform and a striking, green-eyed witch garbed in fabulous lace and strings of black pearls. Something about ...witch-eaters?
Delicate brows shifted into a frown, hardening Étaín's jewel-toned eyes, as she snorted in disgust.
'Weak-willed fools.'
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:45 am
Ballroom
"I'm fine. I... I should of watched where I was going...." Myra murmured, embarrassed by all the attention she had caused. Her blue-green eyes wandered over each and every one of their faces. A cat, another cat, a Witchling that seemed as shy as Myra was quiet, and a sweet Witch.... Interesting group. With a quick count, Myra noticed that there were two boys and two girls and her cheeks flushed red once more. A double date. It must be a double date. No wonder it seemed as if bumping into them was interrupting something.
"A-again, I'm terribly sorry.... Please um... excuse me...." Myra fiddled with the fishnet glove that her right hand sported and was unsure of what to do next. Her best bet was to walk away, right? Or should she stick around and see if there was something she could do to make up for her intrusion? Either way, her usual annoyance that would have poked its head out about this situation by now was quietly tucked away inside her head. How unusual. Was it because she was more aware of the Reapers that were inside the ballroom? Or was it this odd feeling of something that was bound to happen...? Whatever it was, the young Witch was acting stranger than usual and this situation didn't help one bit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 11:07 am
"Mmm... True." Masika acknowledge, one shapely brow lifting. "It could even be me, couldn't it, Darkness?"
Smiling deviously she finished her champagne, watching him the entire time as she did so. No, she wasn't responsible for the attacks, too much work, but she also liked toying with or teasing others, making them worry, making them re-evaluate her. Besides she was beginning to get a little bored... Being without someone that she could manipulate for money or other earthly pleasures.
"Not especially silly." she snorted, glancing around the room, then back to Salem. "Every good tool or pawn has its use and that is theirs. Perhaps one day I will be forced to... Deal with one but until that point they are very good at clearing out the unworthy and the stupid from our midst."
She wasn't incredibly dedicated to her 'kind', really, though they did serve their purposes at times. For the most part all she wanted was to be left to her own devices most of the time which typically involved the manipulation of others. It wasn't really her fault that so many men were so gullible once they were taken in by her curves and flirtatious words. Really she was just taking advantage of a known weakness which left everyone feeling happy in the end; she gave them sweet nothings and they bought her the world. Fair trade, she thought.
"So it would seem." she acknowledged, glancing around the Ballroom, eyes landing on various faces. "Tell me, Darkness, why are you even here? This party seems far too bright and fruitless for someone like yourself." -------------------- "Perhaps." he murmured, squirming a little at the poke before frowning. "I definitely understand that sentiment..."
Glancing down at the hand on his arm, then back up into the Amethyst of Graveyard's eyes he realized, with a pang of guilt, that he'd worried her needlessly. He shot another glance at the strange man who had turned his attention to a girl with blue hair before returning his full attention to the woman before him. Really there was no reason to worry since he had seen the man around the compound before but there was a nagging feeling in his gut, a sense of foreboding that had risen in him.
"I... I still don't think this will end well." he muttered before his eyes widened and he quickly glanced around the Ballroom, looking for anyone that might be staring at him. "...Thanks. That's... So comforting, Graveyard."
He absently adjusted his cravat, shooting another nervous glance to the dance floor and noticing the reaper, Shaden, that had helped pick out his outfit from before. However she seemed occupied with someone else at the moment which left him with few options in such a situation. There was no real distraction, nobody else for Graveyard to dance with... No, it really did appear that there was no way for him to get out of a dance this evening, despite wanting to desperately.
"I... Fine... Fine... But I am no responsible for any sore or broken toes..." he muttered, observing the other dancers on the floor, memorizing their movements for a moment before swallowing thickly and holding his hand out to Graveyard. "Let's... Get this disaster over with then."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 11:38 am
The lights in the ballroom flickered. Once. Twice. Three times, and they were out. The music stopped, and all the attendees began whispering in concerned undertones, looking around for a reason as to what, a reason as to why. The silence was suffocating, until suddenly....
KRRR---AAAAACK!
The two large, mahogany doors of the entrance were torn out from their frames, flying across the ballroom and crashing into a far wall. Nobody was there.
A scream, first frightened, and then horrified. All eyes turned towards a female witch, just...some girl, who had come with a male companion and what seemed to be a small group of friends. She writhed in the clutches of what at first glance was a monster...but at closer appearance, he was a man. A reaper. He held the girl up by the throat, twists and sparks of mixed types of magic permeating around his arms. He tossed her down to the floor, and in one quick, fluid movement, had sliced her with his scythe.
There was no screaming anymore. No blood. The beautiful, ethereal swirl that the scythe had 'bled' from her pulsated above her, before the reaper grabbed it roughly, and swallowed it. A surge of magic and raw power visibly flowed through him, and as he turned to face the others - to find a new person to feed on, his face showed a bloodlust beyond anything human, anything majin.....Even a true monster would be humbled by the expression on this man's face.
This had all happened in such a small amount of time, it seemed almost incomprehensible that it really just happened. Why - how - could a human, a reaper even, think to commit the heinous crime of a witch eater, and devour another witch's magical heart? And from the looks of him, the wild, insatiable violence and hunger that seemed to practically drip from every action he took, he had done this many times before. It had to be him responsible for the recent murders, and possibly the attack on the Lichbone. It had to be.
The fallen reaped dragged his eyes to and fro, until finally settling on a girl at the far end of the room. Whatever humanity he had left in him would have recognized the man she stood next to as a blackheart, but did he care now? Not at all. In fact, he had a good mind to eat that man's heart next. Maybe both of them.....~ But now, he wanted that mononoke's heart. Human or Majin, he cared not, as he spun his scythe around in his hand, barreling people aside as he rushed towards Graveyard.
Barely a moment later, he had gripped the mononoke by the throat, his cold, hard fingers digging into her soft, warm flesh, delight swelling in the fallen reaper as he could feel the pulses of blood, the pulses of magic....the life which he would snuff out in a mere moment. So fragile...why do they fall apart so easily? Like his previous victim, he threw her violently away from her companion and onto the floor, a mad cackle rising from his throat as the scythe raised, and came down, down towards her chest.................
 Instead of the sound of a magic heart being sliced out, the sound of steel upon steel scraping together in a battle of strength erupted in the room. Sibelius stood between the maddened reaper and the fallen girl on the ground, gripping a hefty black chain that had been strung in front of him to stop the descent of the crescent blade. This was why he was here. His prey had finally arrived, and now to dispose of him!
"On any other occasion, I might offer to kiss that wound of yours better," he smirked as he said this, pushing forward on the chain. "But right now, I have work to do!" As he finished his sentence, he pushed even harder against the scythe, and the chain swung out...longer, longer, until it manifested into an unusually large spiked flail ball, that smashed against the reaper, before another one came hurtling towards him after.
Regardless that the attack seemed as if it'd crush another human being on impact, the reaper seemed remotely unharmed, just pissed, and now wearing the remains of several tables he crashed into. It brought out his eyes, really.
"Well s**t," sibelius muttered, mostly to himself. His comrades had not yet arrived....lazy asses. "I suggest anyone who doesn't want to be maimed, crushed, incinerated, decapitated, rendered asunder, or have their hearts eaten at random intervals should leave. Those who might offer a little assistance in detaining this erroneous creature, I'd rightly appreciate your help, but I'm not responsible for losing appendages, or...well. DEATH."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:02 pm
Graveyard smiled as she took Cruor's hand in hers, The dance just begun as she watched him. He was so dear when he studied the other dancers and moved like they did. Their feet only crossed twice as they moved with the rhythm of the music. She directed him best as she could, offering encourgement and began to really enjoy the dance.
"Your not a diaster Cruor." She smiled at him, flashing her pearly whites before the lights hit. Everything was quiet before the hushed whispers began. "Cruor." She gripped his hand as she felt the tremendous wave of energy. It weakened her web, shooting her strings back into her with a eerie purple glow that had her gripping the Black hearts arm. "Something..." her voice cut off as the doors bursted open. Nothing appeared from the entrance though and her head swiveled at the sound of a girl's scream. She watched in horror as...a monster appeared, he held her up, threw her down and then cut her with his scythe.
"A Reaper!" She paled as she watched in slow motion the heart of the Witch disappear into his throat. He...She didn't even know how to act. Her magic was unstable from being shot back in her, her mind fuzzy from the shock.
And then she was in the man's clutches, held high in the arm with the air cut off from her. His nails dug in as she squirmed in his grasp, her ears flattening as she attempted a small growl. She had the right mind to kick the monster but just as the thought processed, her body was throw like a doll to the ground, away from Cruor. "Cru-" She wheezed out as hit the ground, tears almost welled up in her purple eyes as she watched him stand over her, his scythe. Oh god the scythe. She didn't close her eyes though, Her violet ones burned in the monsters. She was a predator and she wouldn't accept her fate right now. Death would not be easy.
Though she couldn't move, she again watched in slow motion as the Dark hair Grey eyed man blocked the final death blow.
She watched him, slowly pushing herself up as he pushed the monster back.
"Then I suppose I will have to take your offer another time." She wheezed as she pulled herself up, looking at the man, holding her arm as small amount of blood trickled from hitting the ground. She moved so the man could proceed in his attack before chaos broke out. People ran by them, straight to the exit. It was chaotic as she looked for her companion. "Cruor!!" She wasn't leaving, but she needed the dragon's help if she was going to do anything. There was no way in hell she was going to let the man go after what he did to the woman, and to herself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
