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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:54 am
The great sewage system ran the expanse of the Academy ground, turning and twisting the tunnels spread across like polluted veins, carrying stagnant used water and unspeakable refuse through dark & damp stone work. It was made up of narrow spindling passageways where at points one would have to half themselves to get though only to face giant chasms where ugly waterfalls fell into toxic pools of green waste.
Sarias had found herself in such a place.
Having sunk through the floors of the demon dorm she had no choice but to travel further down. The mud, grit and hard sand stone used to build the academy was too solid to push her particles through. She had to fold within her self, to become as small as possible to slip through cracks in the mortar and stone – becoming nothing more than gas encircling her skull pin. Keeping it afloat within her she dared not touch it for too long in case its magic took hold and she was turned solid, crushing herself between the bricks.
She slipped out of the walls like blue dripping smoke, growing larger and denser until she finally fell hitting the floor with a splash, sending her essence this way and that. Like a ghostly mud puddle she lay their for a time until she began to gather herself up, forming back into the shape she had grown accustom too. She felt weak, it wasn’t the fight that had cause this, but the effort of escaping. She was finding it difficult to stay together as the smoke tendrils floated off in little puffs of smoke. A ghost remained in their shape subconsciously, like breathing was to the fleshies. If she wanted she could just evaporate – this was neither supported or deemed sensible in the ghost community. Anything could happen to the particles that made you, to separate them with out adequate control was reckless and seen as a suitable end to those who were unable to get themselves back together.
She sighed throughout herself, she didn’t feel too good, she needed to rest but she couldn’t down here, the thought made her shudder with disgust. It had taken her a few minutes to realise where she lay. "Oh un-dead lord....its the sewer system" She thought laying on her back watching herself floating away in mini pieces - there was only one answer for it. She needed to put on her skull pin, and to do that was to gain a sense of smell. Something she really didn’t want to do, but what choice did she have?
Lifting one of her stronger tendrils to her head she allowed the pin to fall from its grasp, its magic pulling itself to her bow where she had worn it so many times before. There was a moment before she felt herself become solid once more, but it took even less for the pain to return in abundance.
"Oww” she whelped satting up, a hand rubbing her back where the pain was worse. “Stupid mongrel dog! How dare she even touch me! I will have to wash 20 times before the next waxing moon to rid myself of the stink!" she cried out, the hollow tunnels catching her voice so the insult echoed again and again.
"And you Gabe..." she muttered quietly this time. She reached into her corset to pull out a now trampled and dog-eared photo. The picture of Gabe laughing with his friends faded and busied like her body. She peered at it, water pooling in her eyes, but just for a second. She would give him no more.
Sneering she threw it to the ground, spitting at the image as if it were filth. "You are dead to me serpent, you degrade yourself, purposely. I have no need for weak men!" She roared out as if admitting a sin to the dark waters of this place. Pushing herself up she wobbled uncertain until she felt a breeze from the south. This would lead her out, she sensed it, she could already smell the undead dorms from here. With a twist she stomped towards freedom, leaving the photo behind with the emotions she would never dream of renewing again.
To follow this path would lead her near the edge of the weeping forest, not quite hitting the dense tree area but where the scrubs and bushes grow with out restriction, allowing concealment for one of the major entries into the sewer system to be hidden by prying and unauthorised eyes. Pulling herself out from a man hole, her strength all but evaporating as she pushed the grid that remind so heavy and cumbersome in her arms, she flopped onto the floor exhausted. She would rest here, not for long...just for a few minutes.
Sarias watched him walk away from her, she was staring into his back, watching his hair sway with his movement, his tail swish in the breeze. She thought on what he said. Had she ever thought what her actions would result in? What did she want to happen? Did she want someone to scream back at her, to hit her? She didnt know, but thinking about it made her tendrils quiver in excitment.
It was who she was.
She was ghost, a being formed of unaswered quewtions and left over emotions, she fed of the passion than led to anger and hate. She could never explain her self to someone like him, someone who would have to wait years to experience what she lived through each day, if he was ever unfortunatle enough to be kept behind in this world, to never pass on. She felt a twinge of sadness but dismissed it without a second thought.
It was who she was.
She grinned at his back, and lifted up an over ethusiastic smoke tendril, it flicked in her hand like an eel pulled out of water and inspected it. It was turning black at the edges, where it had stroked and passed theough Rens aura. "Oh, the pleaseure is all mine bird..." she purred her eyes turniing to slits as she played out the many sins before her. She stroked it lovenly, her tendril reacting to her hand as if a pet seeking much wanted attention. Her eyes never left Rens back as she rwapped her hands round its form and tightened her grip, so tight it struggled agaisnt her, choking, scared until she snapped it off in one fluid motion. It floated off in a black cloud until it dripped into the air dead and gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:47 pm
If there was anything in the world Ren was protective of, it was the three people he had left behind in his ghoulfriend's room as he was taking a walk on the Amityville High campus grounds. Despite the lack of experience he had in dealing with such close friends, Ren had very quickly learned just how much people could mean to another, how very easily they could slip unnoticed into one's heart until it was too late to try and back out. His connections with LW, Alessa, and Gabrian were special, irreplaceable, and Ren had no intentions of severing said connections - ever.
Which was why, when LW finally gave up about who had slapped her, Ren had felt an anger like nothing he'd ever felt before. Though he knew the shewolf was perfectly capable of handling things on her own, the idea that someone had slapped her - had slapped his best friend - incensed him. He felt awkwardly overprotective of LW; had been feeling that way ever since he had met her, back at the Truth or Dare game so long ago. These sorts of feelings were terribly confusing, but Ren did know one thing -
He had to clear his head before he did anything stupid - and by stupid, he meant going after Sarias. Which, he had already decided, was not going to happen. Nothing good could come out of chasing down the ghoul, and nothing would be solved by hitting her back. That, and the teachers of Amityville High tended to have an uncanny and eerie (and rather disturbing) way of discovering fights, and Ren, having suffered through detention once already, was not particularly in the mood to suffer for it again.
So instead, he left Alessa's room abruptly and went for a walk. Ambling along the campus, one hand reaching up to run through his hair, Ren exhaled slowly, closing his eyes briefly. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but being inside had started to feel too suffocating. The fresh air felt good, pleasant as he inhaled it into his lungs.
That was, at least, until he inhaled something rather foul. Coughing slightly, Ren blinked, glancing around. He was somewhere near the edge of the Weeping Forest, though how he had gotten there, he was not entirely sure. Obviously he had not been paying attention as he had been wandering, too enveloped in his thoughts to really mind. But the Weeping Forest did not have that sort of acrid scent to them, and Ren, curious as to what might have caused it, stepped around a hedgerow to see.
What he found there was, to say the least, not what he had expected at all. There was a ghoul there - a very familiar ghoul with tumbling sapphire colored hair lying on the grass just on the outskirts of the Weeping Forest. Ren stared at her for a few moments, taking in her appearance, then crossed his arms over his chest, clearing his throat pointedly.
"Sarias," he said, tilting his head. "Fancy meeting you here."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:44 am
Sarias wasn't listening for intruders on her much needed resting time. She was trying to regain some sort of peace within her core, she may even sing - that always calmed her down. She needed to be thinking straight, or her plans for ripping that runt to pieces would not be as satisfying as she hoped. There was no point in bloodshed without some ritual involved, to just mercilessly kill with out a need, no matter her hatred, was unjust. She would have to be a sacrifice of some sort, the next solstice was upon them, and she could make an offering of that big busy tail to one of the lesser gods, those hands and feet too.
"Fancy meeting you here."
His voice was like a hammer on her thoughts breaking them into pieces as she opened her eyes to the light, his shadow resting over her. "You?" she sat up and then quickly thought better of it as he back twinged in protest. Leaning back she turned slightly to face him, her side and elbow taking her light weight.
"I doubt formalities are needed, I think I'll remain seated if you don’t mind" she stated as she peered up at him. She knew why he was there, the little b***h had squealed on their meeting, squealed like the pig she was. And now her shiny black knight had come to rescue her, to vanquish the evil witch. Jack that, if she was going down she was taking everyone with her.
"If you want to start something boil then start it, I have better things to do that force idle chatter with you, your presence is wasted on me." She was weak, she would be surprised if she could stand let alone fight him. But them was venom in her talk yet and she made him aware of it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 6:14 am
Looking down at Sarias, Ren absently tapped a finger against his arm, golden eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her. He did recall meeting the ghoul before this whole thing, back at the Spin the Bottle party - the very, should he put it mildly, entertaining Spin the Bottle party. That had been the party where everything had started for Ren; where he had asked Alessa out, where he had met Tset and Claire and Myr (also where he had kissed Gabrian quite passionately, but he wasn't going there). Despite the other antics involved (like the ones Sarias had been involved in), it had actually been quite a good evening for Ren.
And now, looking at Sarias for the second time, she did not seem nearly as intimidating as he thought he remembered her being. He said so aloud.
"Y'know," he said, tilting his head. "You aren't quite as...confident as I remember you being."
It was quite obvious, at least from what Ren could see, that Sarias was tired. Or, if that were not the case, she was at the very least unwilling to stand. Ren doubted it was the latter; from what he had seen of the ghoul, she would have stood up and just breezed by him like he were some unimportant insect on her shoulder. Not lie there and talk up to him.
He knelt slowly, resting his elbow on his knee, his chin in his palm. "I have nothing to start," Ren said calmly as he regarded her. When did she get so...small? Was she this small before?
"And I'll thank you not to call my chatter 'idle,'" he added, somewhat as a vague afterthought as he looked her up and down. After a moment, he leaned down, grasping her upper arm. "Come on." Ren slipped Sarias' arm around his shoulders, easily straightening and pulling her with him to stand. "Let's go."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:51 am
She sniffed at his words like they were nothing, glaring at him as he keeled down beside her. Confidence? Maybe in this state she didn't exactly send shivers down spines but she could still sting and leave a mark if she willed it.
"I don't need to impress you gryphon, you are nothing! I will not dance and bark for anyone just because they have an image of me in their mind. What do I care for beings such as you."
She watched him with suspicious eyes, his every movement under her watchful gaze as she studied him. What did he want, was he planning her demise as they spoke. She tensed even though it hurt to do so as he came closer to her, pulling her up and hooking himself for support. "Wha!" She wanted to protest, to hit him for even touching her but she was so tired. "Are you mad?" She stated as she fell against him, her legs felt like jelly, her arms paper thin and holding less power than ever before. Only her smoke tendrils flickered showing her emotion was riled. "You think to aid me? After what i have done to your friend?...What do you want boil!" she semi-relaxed against him, she couldn't fight his strong movement no more than she could fight the turning of time and she allowed him to lead her. She just needed to save her strength, she would able to turn the tables soon enough.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:16 pm
Ren ignored the glare; he was used to being glared at, so it did not faze him in the slightest to see others do it to him. If anything, it only made him let out a derisive snort, shaking his head.
"I never said you needed to impress me," he said calmly. "And I don't need you to bark at me. I've already got a puppy that does that, why would I need you to do it for me?"
This last part was said rather vaguely, as if Ren were not paying very much attention to it. He slid his arm around Sarias' waist and started half dragging, half helping her across the lawn, towards the ghost dorms. "'Mad' is a relative term," he answered her. "It all depends on what context you're using the word in. Am I mad, as in angry, that you slapped my best friend? Jack yes I am. But am I mad, as in crazy, to be helping you? Well, that's up for me to decide, now isn't it?"
It was slow-going. Sarias was obviously tired and she could not walk very fast. Ren, on the other hand, had to keep stopping to adjust his hold so that he wouldn't drop her. He supposed he could have just picked her up and flown her back, but he didn't want to take the chance of dropping her. Besides, flying with someone was a reserved act, a special privilege for those he felt deserved it. Sarias Blacksling definitely did not fall under that category whatsover.
"I want for nothing," Ren said mildly, almost conversationally. "At least, nothing you can offer me. What does it matter why I decided to help you? I could have just left you there, you know," he pointed out. "Leave you to get stepped on by whoever else would stumble across you (the poor soul). Besides, if I'd wanted to do something to you, I would have done it already, back when you were lying on the ground."
He did not trust her; Sarias was a dangerous ghoul, that much she had proven already, but Ren was not afraid of her. She prided herself on getting what she wanted, and when that didn't happen, obviously the consequences were dire. But there was still something...different about her that Ren could not quite put his finger on.
They walked on in silence for a few more minutes before Ren asked his question.
"Why?"
It was a simple word, only one, but it held more impact than a sentence longer. Ren did not look at Sarias, focused on carrying her back to her room. "Why did you hit LW?"
He knew the reason already, but he wanted to hear it from her lips, from her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:42 pm
She mulled over his answers, he was being as non-committed to them as he would end up being with Aleesa. Yes she had known about them two getting together. Through half drunken eyes she had seen him ask the ghoul to be his, more amazing was that she said yes, but she needed to get it where she could.
His emotion was stable, she could read his aura but chose to not comment upon it, giving him sideways glances instead. She could sense emotions, just like her tendrils could, they fed off them, reacting to hers just as much as anyone else's. His were a blubbering cauldron. One wrong thing said and...well, let just say she wouldn't let that happen.
"I would have preferred to have been left, your emotions get in the way of common sense boil. I may be tired now, but i wont be for long, act out on this moment of weakness and i'll remember it, i'll remember you."
She walked in silence till his damning question appeared. She knew it would, if she thought him stupid before she would now if he did not ask such a question. She was slightly pleased he proved her right.
"Why?" such a strange word when chewed over, thinking over her actions she felt nothing but regret. Regret for not doing more.
"I hit her for tarnishing something i once thought worthy. She had the nerve to think herself higher, think herself worth more than she was. No one should out step their mark, she was doing just that. She needed reminding...and punished for what she did. She...she."
Sarias stopped to think where she was going. Why was she even giving an answer? She owned this boil nothing, he was not an adviser, part of her coven to share thoughts with, or even a friend. She had no need for them. They weighed you down, stopped you from your goals, your dreams. No-one would do that to her, no one.
"She took something i wanted...and ruined it. I will never forgive her." she finished quietly, not bothering to look at Ren or his judging ways.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 2:14 pm
Ren slid his gaze sideways to look at Sarias, lifting a brow. "If I let my emotions get in the way of common sense, you'd still be lying on the ground, most likely with my foot in your face," he responded mildly, and shifted positions slightly to allow for a better grip, his hand pressed against her waist.
For a few moments they walked on in silence, Ren mulling over Sarias' answer. It was very straightforward, even more so than he had expected, but not entirely different from what he had expected. As I suspected, Ren thought, and, to his own surprise, he felt an inward smile. She's like a lovestruck teenager getting back at her ex for cheating, he thought, looking down at her. Only it wasn't her ex.
He let out a derisive snort. "Gabrian?" he repeated, his voice low with amusement. "Are we talking about the same demon here? What exactly is Sir Snake worth of?"
Vaguely, Ren wondered what Gabrian was doing at the moment. He had left the demon with LW and Alessa, back in Alessa's room, and the nix had been furious. It had taken quite some time to get everyone calmed, down, but Ren wondered what Gabrian would think of this side of the story.
"Hmm," said Ren lightly after a moment. "I find it amusing that here you are, lecturing me on letting my emotions get in the way of my common sense, but...isn't that exactly what you did?"
He stopped walking and turned to look at Sarias. "You know," Ren murmured, and stepped in close, leaning in far enough that their faces were nearly touching. "I also kissed Gabrian. Several times, in fact, and quite passionately too. Does that mean I 'tarnished' him as well?"
Stepping away, he resumed walking, pulling her arm a bit more firmly around his shoulders. The ghoul was not heavy, not by any means, but her words held a weight to them that Ren was vaguely surprised by. He supposed he shouldn't have been; after all, he knew Sarias' temper as well as the next person did, and right now, he had no doubt that she would never accept LW, even if (on the slight chance) she and Gabrian did ever break up. That much he knew.
"You're pathetic, by the way," Ren said, though there was no real malice behind his words, no real hatred nor anger. It was as if he were stating a bare fact, something common and well known, without a hint of judgment in his voice. "You can't have what was never yours to take in the first place."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:18 pm
She nearly laughed at his measly threat, but her stomach stopped any unnecessary movement with a sharp twinge in her side. She rolled her eyes, peering at him from over a shoulder, her arm wrapped round his neck. If she had the strength she could try and choke him...no, not yet. She wanted to hear more of what he had to say. It was almost like he was trying to have a conversation with her. But for what ever for she could not fathom. She nodded briefly at the mention of Gabe, not wanting to admit but realising she should save her voice for the more intriguing questions on this increasingly slow and painful journey back to the dorms.
The mention of him comparing emotions made her want to laugh all the more. He was so misguided. "Silly boil, you have no fight with me, not really. I hurt someone you know, yes, but this, this doesn't involve you. My actions were justified, they come from within. You.. " she looked down her nose at him briefly before continuing "You are reacting off someone else's pain and anger. I have not truly afflicted you, you act because it is expected."
She sneered deeply when he over stepped the boundaries of personal space, she did not like this boil, she made no secret of that and his questions were getting tiresome, he was so stupid, so closed. Before she had a chance to react though they were walking once more, but that didn't stop her. Stop her from grabbing a tuft of hair and pulling it, more a tug than a malice action. "Fool! Do you see this! - " she flicked the skull pin on her bow, her arm reaching up with force and then falling back down to her side. "- you think we are real in this form? Is this you?" Pointing to his arms and legs and clothes she pulled at them, wanting him to see what she meant. "In this form nothing matters! You can go skull ******** a corpse if you want, in this form you are just illusions. But they!" She stopped almost as if it hurt to continue. "They were together in their natural forms as well, and I can see their auras mingled! You do not pass though this life with the same aura you were born with, they change, they become affected by the ones around you. The ones who matter to you, or hurt you. With these pins it diminishes their power, keeps them bound. Unleash it, and it can be altered once more. I sensed it. You can not deny me that. He is tarnished by her, forever."
Her rant over she breathed in hollow air, her body craved it, she did not. She hissed at his remark, what did he known of her? Nothing! He was grains of sand on an endless desert! "Bite your tongue retch! You over step yourself! Who are you to state these things!" her chest pumped horribly as she huffed at his words, her tendrils snapped and whipped at the ground as they walked. She could not do anything physical, she was still drained. But she protested with every step they took.
"Where does it state he couldn't have been mine! I would have..i would have worship him, I!-" she bite her tongue in anger at herself for losing her cool. Sure she lost her temper all the time, she was, for a better term, insane. But she didn't want to lose her emotions, those deep inside, the ones she didn't want to show, not to this boil.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:16 pm
Ren raised an eyebrow again. "Did I ever say I had a fight with you?" he replied lightly. "Darling Little Wolf is perfectly capable of fighting her own battles. If I had decided to concern myself and avenge her" - this was said very sarcastically - "I would have sought you out as soon as I found out who slapped her in the first place. Except I didn't seek you out; I only found you because you smell rather terrible and I was curious to see what it was that reeked so badly." He slanted a pointed gaze in her direction, lips turning upwards in a faintly amused smile as he let his shoulders rise and fall in a noncommittal shrug. "Y'know, you keep going on about how I act, but I didn't come and find you, darling. It just happened to be that I happened upon you, and since I, being the gentleman that I am, couldn't just leave a damsel in distress lying on the ground."
This was all said in a mildly mocking tone, though Ren did not really intend it to. He felt, surprisingly, no malice towards Sarias. He should have, but truth be told he felt somewhat...well, he wasn't entirely sure what he felt, but it wasn't anger, even when her fingers closed around his hair, jerking him back.
"That rather hurt, you know," Ren said conversationally towards her. He waited until she had finished her rant, dropping his arm away from her waist and stepping back to regard her. He stuck his hands casually in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. It seemed as if Sarias needed this particular attention to herself, needed to let it all out, and Ren let her. It most likely had the opposite effect on him than intended, however, because he did not react very strongly to it.
"You know, I'm not certain if you're attempting to get me angry, or if you just need to hear yourself speak," Ren said, idly examining his hand, as if he were almost bored by the entire scenario. "Either way, I'm not angry, and I don't mind listening to you speak. You do happen to have a lovely voice, which is a shame for someone who has such a black hearted personality."
Stepping towards her Ren reached out, one hand lifting to press his fingers lightly to the skull pin embedded on the bow in her hair. "Besides," he added, his voice quiet. "Who are you to determined what is pure and what is unclean? I am a monster, the same as LW, yet Gabrian has chosen to stay with us. I did not choose to befriend him; he gave me the offer because he wished to."
Ren's fingers left the pin and trailed down the side of Sarias' face now, lingering there. "If you knew anything at all about Gabrian, you would know he's not the type to want to be worshipped," he whispered, a small smile playing on his face. "He's an idiot. A weird, strange, ridiculous, totally obnoxious demon who has a habit of driving me crazy, of driving everyone crazy.
"But..." and here Ren paused a moment, dropping his hand. His expression shifted into something serious, but it was calm, relaxed. He was not on guard, nor was he defensive. "I love Gabrian," he said simply. "Of course, he'll never hear me say that out loud, and I'll deny ever saying it, but it's true. I'm not in love with him, don't get me wrong, but I do love him. He is by far the best man I have ever known. And again, I'll deny that if you ever mention it, but..." Ren stepped back, leaning against a nearby tree, crossing one ankle over the other. "I don't doubt that you feelings for him were real," he said, his voice quiet. "I have no insight into the inner workings of your mind, so I can't say for certain just what those feelings entailed, but I don't doubt that you felt very strongly for Gabrian. He is a man worthy of any attentions, so I consider it an honor for him to have them bestowed on him. But worship?" Ren shook his head. "He is not someone who needs or wants worship.
"As for LW..." Ren shrugged, pushing golden hair away from his face, a crooked smile on his lips. "She can handle you herself. I don't need to fight her battles for her."
Pushing away from the tree, he walked back over to the ghost ghoul, and in one quick movement he swept her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style. "This will go quicker if I just cart you back to your room instead of dragging you."
"And to answer your question," Ren said as he walked. "Who I am is just a simple passerby who happened upon a rather weak ghoul in need of a hand. Also," he added, rather cheerfully. "If you try anything, I will rip every strand of hair from your head, so I wouldn't dare, if I were you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:36 am
Sarias sniffed at the comment of LW fighting on her own, her mind floating back to the Death Charm coming to her aid. She was weak, the runt, and was to say so to Ren before she cringed in horror at his words of her smell! “I do not! I..I!” she shut her mouth, lips pinched in protest. Yes it was possible her particles absorbed the stink of the sewer but she could not smell them. Another sign that her fake body was not healed, not 100%.
“You still aid me though, that speaks volumes even if you don’t mean it too. You know me, you know what I did. Still you put that aside. I feel you keep more about yourself to one side as well. Your obviously not the gryphon everyone sees…and I am no damsel you giant bird. You views of me are just as warped as mine of yours…..and I do not stink!!”
She watched him look at her, trying to work her out. She hated it. She didn’t want to be viewed, judged, or mocked by him in his mind’s eye. It just made her angrier, more frustrated that she had allowed herself to get this tired. She should have just ripped the heart out of LW when she had the chance, even if the Charm had ripped her to pieces, she would have been satisfied. She would have done what she craved. Her eyes laughed mockingly at his statement of her personality, but her features remained scornful, they sent daggers to his face.
“You act as if you know me fiend, you forget yourself too much. Just because you help me does not give you free pass to enlighten me on your thoughts!” She tensed, her muscles screaming out as she tightened herself when he moved towards her, his slight touch of her pin sending shivers down her spine.
“Humpf, you are blinded and stupid. I make these statements not from my own thoughts but from what I see…I told you!” she winced as he moved his hands to her face, allowed him to speak his piece. She wanted to burn in to his eyes, to try and search out her own answers. “You know nothing about me, nothing about my kind, what I can do. Yet you weep over things that don’t concern you, you get yourself involved.” She tutted as loud as she could, throwing her hands, palm up to the skies as if asking for patience.
“And my actions as I stated! Do NOT concern you either! If I wish to worship him, I would…it is NONE of your business!” She sighed heavy her breath leaving her in small icy blasts, she looked at him and shook her head at his arrogance. “None of this matters though, it won’t even be happening, not now. His aura is scolded by her monster taint, he is beneath me, he is truly your friend, one of you.”
She faced away from him. This whole thing was giving her a headache! She was tired, she wanted to seep beneath the floorboards and rest awhile in the dark. She was going to tell him to go jack himself when she felt strong arms lift her up, nearly screeching in surprised she suppressed her lack of awareness instead glaring at him with untold fury.
“YOU IDIOT!! Put me down or I’ll!!”
He cut her short with the uttering of his cheerful threat in her ear and she wanted to smile. She couldn’t help it, she didn’t know why. As much as she boasted about the things she knew, about the auras, sensing & knowing what thy meant, her fairly large knowledge of history, her skills in roller derby - she could not work out this boil or her thought towards him. He was still a stupid, fool hardy idiot who thought himself a martyr...but some things he said, some, where truthful and hit a nerve within Sarias. She did not like that, but she felt a respect for him for getting under her skin. Few people could.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 4:59 pm
"You do too," Ren said cheerfully. "You smell rather like something crawled over and died in the sewer vents."
He lifted a brow. Sarias was certainly...more naive than he had originally thought. There was a vulnerable side to her that Ren was not certain she could see. But it was still there, regardless of whether or not she knew it was; Ren could hear it in her words, the weight each one carried. It was if she spoke more to try and defend what she felt inside, trying to justify her own feelings through fighting and anger.
"You do realize that your argument makes no sense," Ren pointed out, somewhat dryly. "If I had let my emotions get the best of me, I would have sought you out, like I said. Except I didn't. I found you on accident. So really, you're not technically going along with your own beliefs."
"I feel you keep more about yourself to one side as well. You're obviously not the gryphon everyone sees."
He blinked, cocking his head to the side as he regarded her. "Is that right?" he said, somewhat mildly, and then changed the subject again, shaking his head. "I have no intentions of 'enlightening' you," he replied. His hand raised again, and he tilted Sarias' chin upwards, looking in the eyes, a small smile on his face.
"Then you obviously see nothing," Ren whispered, running his index finger down her cheek before he patted her face and stepped back to lift her up into his arms. Sarias was demanding, brash, forward. She did what she liked, said what she liked, regardless of the outcome, regardless of the consequences that her actions or words might have on others or herself. Ren recognized that; recognized the way she defended herself. Sarias threw herself into what she did, doing everything with a passion that rivaled even Ren's parents. And despite everything, despite the fact that she had, in fact, slapped his best friend, was disgusted by his other best friend, and would most likely wreak havoc on him, there was a small part of him that actually almost...respected the ghoul.
"Gabrian is truly my friend," Ren answered her, without hesitation. "He belongs to me, and if that makes him 'tainted,' then I'm okay with that."
A pause. Then "I'm sorry, by the way," Ren said softly. "That you feel you lost something. And I'm sorry that it means you no longer wish to associate yourself with Gabrian."
He walked in silence for a few moments moving towards the ghost dorms. Once they reached the entrance, he set her down carefully, then stepped back, sliding his hands into his pockets. He flicked his gaze upwards, calm as he looked at Sarias.
"You said before that I am not the gryphon that everyone sees," Ren said. "So what do you see, Sarias Blacksling?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:00 am
Sarias scrunched up her nose at his argument. He was right, she may talk the talk but right now her little speeches was making little or no sense. She was angry, angry at herself for not finishing the job, angry at letting her emotions become infatuated with someone. Angry because she couldn't stop her mind from thinking the things she did. She had no one else to blame for this but herself....that wouldn't stop her from maiming LW when she next saw her, but maybe she would do it slightly quicker than the long drawn out torture she had in mind. The movement of her head was slow and careful as Ren lifted her chin, she peered at him through hooded eyes, her eyelashes long and dark almost touching her cheeks as she stared and took in what he said.
"Good, you make an adorable bunch, all losers in the same place. It means less time searching each one of you out at least." she muttered. She was so tired, she almost wanted to fall asleep in his arms. She could see why other ghosts sought out fleshies. They were so warm, and their heart beat. She listen for his, finding it beating so strongly in his chest, stubborn beating that would not cease like his relentless chatter.
"I don't need your apologies bird, he made his decision...it was the wrong decision and it will forever haunt him, I promise you that, it will not last." She said it with a force and determination that cried out fact - this was one thing that could not be swayed from her mind. She would be heard laughing the day it happened, no-one would be spared her glee when it came to pass.
The journey was coming to an end, being torn away from him was something she did not want at that moment, but either way she was placed back on her own two feet. Her legs like jelly she moved to rest herself against the wall, watching him peer down at her. He had such calm eyes...she hated that. She wanted him to react to her, to feed his emotions with fire. But it wasn't happening, not today.
She smiled at his question, maybe something got to him after all? "Hmm you would like to know would you?" she stated, brushing the hair of her face and gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. Pulling it over her shoulder, she allowed it to cascade down, catching itself on the wall as it flowed. She inspected the ends of it, as if she hadn't heard the question at all, that this piece of hair right here, was far more interesting.
"What could i ever possibly see wrong in this oh so perfect specimen?" she flicked sarcasticly at him before leaning her head to one side, squinting as if trying to see something past his form. It took a few moments before her eyes went wide as if she had seen something she did not want to. "So dark...always running..." she whispered looking at him with pity but it was quickly banished with a grin. She gestured a hand as if batting away the thought, pushing herself from the wall she stood across from him, her smoke tendrils caressing her legs, seeking out the gryphon's. The emotions were not running any more, they were bored, they waited.
"I see nothing bird."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 4:42 pm
"Why thank you, darling," Ren said loftily. "I am quite pleased to hear that you find us adorable. I'll have to let the others now you think so."
He knew damn well she hadn't meant it in the sense that he had implied, just as she knew damn well that when he told the others, they would know she hadn't been being serious. It felt almost like a game, though Ren was not playing. He saw little to no interest in participating when the opponent was neither fair nor sportsmanlike, and especially not when said opponent was someone like Sarias Blacksling.
"I find it interesting that you keep baiting me," Ren said to her. "What are you expecting me to do? To yell at you, scream at you, call you names, tell you that you're a lowly piece of filth that doesn't deserve to be at this school, or in this life anymore? To rip into you, body and soul, with black insults and heartless thoughts, remind you that you were never good enough for someone like Gabrian anyway, that you were never going to be good enough for someone like him?"
Ren looked at her, at all of her. She was a small ghoul; very small, and not just in the size of her body. With a small, slow tilt of his head, he said "I'm not going to do that."
Sarias Blacksling was different. Ren had wanted to hate her, to despise her, but he knew that it wasn't going to happen. They would not be the best of friends, not ever, but not hating her felt...odd, somehow. As if he were doing something simultaneously wrong and right. Ren had not quite experienced something similar. Where was the anger over what she had done to LW? Where was the frustration and irritation and hatred?
It was not there.
Stepping towards her slowly, Ren came to a stop when he was a few feet away, hands still in his pockets, body still in that relaxed position.
"Do you, now?" he responded to her softly, and the smallest ghost of a smile crossed his face. He stepped closer. "Is that really what you see, Sarias Blacksling? Do you see nothing at all?"
Bending down, Ren touched his lips to her icy cheek in a very light, very brief and fleeting kiss before straightening again. The movement had been so quick that it seemed as if it had ended as soon as it had started, and he stepped around her, brushing past the ghoul.
"It's been a pleasure, Sarias," Ren said lightly, without turning around.
"Until we meet again."
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:28 am
Sarias watched him walk away from her, she was staring into his back, watching his hair sway with his movement, his tail swish in the breeze. She thought on what he said. Had she ever thought what her actions would result in? What did she want to happen? Did she want someone to scream back at her, to hit her? She didn’t know, but thinking about it made her tendrils quiver in excitement.
This is what she was.
She was ghost, a being formed of unanswered questions and left over emotions, she fed of the passion than led to anger and hate. She could never explain her self to someone like him, someone who would have to wait years to experience what she lived through each day, if he was ever unfortunate enough to be kept behind in this world, to never pass on. She felt a twinge of sadness but dismissed it without a second thought.
This is what she was.
She grinned at his back, and lifted up an over enthusiastic smoke tendril, it flicked in her hand like an eel pulled out of water and inspected it. It was turning a sinister black at the edges where it had stroked and passed though Rens aura. "Oh, the pleasure is all mine bird..." she purred her eyes turning to slits as she played with the smoke before her. She stroked it lovingly, her tendril reacting to her hand as if a pet seeking much wanted attention. Her eyes never left Rens back as she wrapped her hands round its form and tightened her grip, so tight it struggled against her, choking, scared until she snapped it off in one fluid motion. Floating in a black cloud it struggled against its fate until it evaporated into the air dead and gone. Turning herself round towards the entrance of the dorms, her feet stormed and thundered until she reached her room, her face was a mask of hatred, her eyes dripped malice as she stared at her hand covered in the black smudge left over from her tendril, its insides covering her palms.
And she laughed.
She laughed long and loud, her cackle shaking the walls and twisting the dead plants. Her pets hid in terror as her body shook and quaked under this emotion. This feeling. She was elated, it had started. Her wish had been granted, her rituals answered. And she had the starting blocks caked all over her palms. It had begun.
This is what she was and soon…
…everyone would know.
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