Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 8, 2013 15:11:11 GMT -5
The small, pink-haired Fae straddled the large mastiff as the canine made it's way through the woods. She was bored. And being bored was unacceptable. Huffing softly, she kicked gently at the dogs sides, making him move a tad bit faster, weaving around the large trees. It was boring, doing nothing all day. She needed friends. She needed a life. Well, a better one. Sighing softly, she tugged at the dog's collar, making him stop. Colorful wings unfurled, lifting her off of the canines back. She flitted to a nearby tree, and leaned against it, kicking at a rock at the base of the tree. She stood on a large, uplifted root, and hummed softly to herself as she balanced there. Monster whined at her, probably warning her of impending danger, but she ignored him.
The large dog barked then, making the small Fae jump just about three feet off the root. She blinked, staring after the dog as it ran, dissapearing behind trees."Monster!" she yelled after her pet, huffing as she flitted after him. "Monster, get back here!"
Post by Judas Faustus on Jul 8, 2013 15:25:13 GMT -5
The forest was far removed from the place where Judas had lived his life. Even nearly four hundred years ago, Hillah had been a city. But this...
Judas snapped a twig from the branch of a tree as he passed and sneered at it, mouthful of fangs bared in disgust. This place smelled of rot beneath his feet, dying leaves and trampled insects, earthworms and termites devouring decomposition, while the bodies of animals rotted in this glade or that. This place was filled with death, the weak crumbling before the strength of the world, and yet that death was hidden because the faux mask of life the forest suggestion. Glittering dewdrops dangled from leaves as butterflies and birds fluttered aimlessly about. They gave the image of a thriving world, but Judas knew they were merely counting down the seconds. Eventually all would crumble, weak before death's twitching touch. The only question was how long it took them all to get there.
And each individual creature was different. Such an array of possibilities.
Judas clenched his hand into a fist and crunched the twig into segments, shaking them out as he moved on through the forest.
It fascinated him, how people looked at the wood and saw life, saw only the lie. How they tricked themselves continuously through the long (or blessedly short) years of their existence. Foolish creatures. Foolish and weak.
A bark from somewhere nearby, canid and loud, caught his attention. Judas turned his head slightly.
Not unlikely for a beast to be roaming the wood. Serendipitous, even. It might be just what he was looking for.
Post by Agrona Hughes on Jul 8, 2013 16:07:47 GMT -5
Agrona stared at the dog before her, wondering where it had came from. The angel had came to the woods hoping for solitude,however, that seemed to be over with now. The dog obviously had an owner, as could be seen from the fact that the dog had a collar, and that owner would now be coming to look for the dog. It would be best for her to get out of the vicinity before its owner arrived and saw her wings.
The angel turned in the direction opposite where the dog had came form and began to walk away, getting slightly annoyed when the dog began to follow her and barked out what sounded like a greeting or something. The female sighed and turned around, pulling her Jian from its sheath and pointing it at the creature, "Look here, mutt. You keep following me, and your owner won't find you alive." Hoping the dog got the message, Agrona continued to walk away... Annoyingly, the dog continued following her.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 8, 2013 16:26:16 GMT -5
Fayette rounded a tree just in time to see a woman with fairly large wings point a weapon at Monster. Blood rose to her cheeks, and they puffed out in anger. She flitted on colorful wings towards the woman, tiny fingers fisting and resting on her hips. "Hey, lady!" she hissed, furiously. "Get away from my dog!" She glared at the woman, tilting her head, brow furrowing. Bright purple orbs flashed with rage, and she grabbed Monster by the collar and pulled him away from the woman. How rude of her to threaten Monster. He was the nicest thing in the world. Alittle annoying, maybe, but that was no reason to kill him. Fayette settled atop him, gripping his collar and glaring up at the female once more. How cuold someone be so rude? She huffed, her face now red with rage. The large mastiff barked, smiling doggishly up at the woman.
Post by Judas Faustus on Jul 8, 2013 18:00:23 GMT -5
The barking of the dog, even echoing through the vast forest, carried Judas to its source. He moved quietly about, not sneaking, for such an action would only bring attention to him, but walking quietly. He needn't have bothered much. The barking of the dog was too loud for his steps to be heard above it, and the attention of the creatures were upon each other.
A Fae, one of the smaller winged ones.... odd, he'd forgotten what they were called. No matter, he would allow her to remind him later. Her cheeks were flushed red, her attention on the other. An angel.
Well, well. The gods did provide.
This could make for some very interesting experiments. Or it could make for something very bad for him.
Time would tell.
Tilting his head back slightly, Judas focused on one of the powers he was rather fond of having honed so well. With a grin, he felt the shift in the world, the ripple in the not really there part of life that was perspective.
Hysteria. Oh, it was always so interesting to see how people reacted to watching their loved ones die in front of them! He'd never had the pleasure of being able to watch one react after they were already angry at another present person. The only way it would have been better was if he knew what they were angry about for his records. Oh well, no matter.
The Rit Fae's reaction should prove informative, at the very least.
Post by Fayette Rosa Ritora on Jul 9, 2013 0:57:20 GMT -5
Her eyes widened, as the angel took the blade to the dogs throat and slit a jagged wound there. The mastiff howled in pain and thrased on the ground. "Monster!" she screamed, dropping to her knees and holding the now dead dogs head in her lap. Tears rose, burning at her eyes. The stupid bitch had killed her dog! Her beloved Monster!
With a growl, Fayette stood, wings unfurling and lifted her off the ground, enough to make her directly at the same height as the angel. Raising a fist, she smashed it into the other womans face. How dare she kill her dog?! He wasn't doing anything wrong! The small Fae hissed at the woman. "What the Hell is wrong with you?! You killed my fucking Monster!" The tears were pouring freely down her face now, though anger flashed behind her eyes. How could someone go around killing other peoples pets for no reason?
Post by Agrona Hughes on Jul 9, 2013 17:38:39 GMT -5
Agrona looked at the Fae that appeared, yelling at her for drawing her sword in order to scare off the dog. The angel sighed as the Fae took possession of her dog and glared at her, the small female's face flushed red with anger. Honestly, the owner was as annoying as the dog she sat upon. Agrona regretted ever deciding to come out to these woods for a little peace and quiet, since it was quite obviously the wrong choice of location.
Agrona shrugged and was about to walk away when the small Fae screamed out "Monster!" and dropped to her knees, holding a rock in her lap. Agrona raised an eyebrow at the small creature weeping over a rock. Suddenly, the Rit took to the air, closed the distance between the two females and struck Agrona in the face.
Stunned by the sudden act of violence, Agrona growled low in her throat, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The little bitch had punched her in the face for apparently killing something. The only thing that the angel could think of was that the Rit had went delusional and thought that Agrona had killed her dog, apparently named Monster. Agrona, quite livid at the smaller female's attack, reached out and grabbed her by the throat, a bit of an Irish accent coming to her voice, "What the fuck are you talking about? Your damned dog is standing over there barking its bloody fucking head off!"
Post by Judas Faustus on Jul 13, 2013 18:26:46 GMT -5
Ah, angels. The devil's creation. Judas mouth split open in a wide smile filled with fangs. He'd been hoping his hysteria would affect them both, but that was perhaps too much to expect of the gift.
It would have made it too easy, as well. What knowledge could he gain from corpses?
Not that he was so naive as to believe this would be completely easy. A Rit Fae he might have been able to handle on her own, even with the mutt, but add the angel in there, as well, and he would certainly have his work cut out for him.
He wondered if he ought to interfere now...
Judas' fingers played over one of the knives tucked into the leather cord at his waist. If he rushed in and took them by surprise, he might be able to incapacitate one before the other could react. It could solve the problem of having to fight with both of them.
On the other hand, they were both wired, one with the belief that her mutt has been murdered, the one in reaction to threats due to such. If he rushed in, they might very well be tightly wound enough to wound him in defense.
And still, there was that chance that they might do enough harm to one another to bring him aid, or at least offer some manner of entertainment and experience.
There was much he could learn from this confrontation alone.
