Without Hope ~Open~

[Vrases Claudt]

smiling at the disdainful look that the creature was giving him, he laughed quietly as he kept calling me human. " if this is such a big deal, then congratulations are in order. your about to fulfill your goal, if my guess is correct; usually they are. it matters not what you think of myself, really. I've encountered much more hostile people than you in my life, ironically which has been as long as yours." he said, smiling lightly.

"well, for starters,i was orphan for a long ass time. grew up fighting, stealing, and then finally murdered someone and ate them at 13 when they insulted me too many times. military school ensued, escaped from it, went back to the orphanage, ate the warden who beat everyone. now im a hit man, bodyguard, and wanderer of all places. that's what I've done with my "wasted" life." he said, smiling quietly to himself at his bluntness; I really should learn better manners, he thought to himself.

"course i have limits. but limits are there to be pushed so you can break them and have harder limits. everyone has them; well except for the gods. all creatures do." he said.

"also, i have forsaken my human half; too many weaknesses. much better to just do what my instincts say rather then have to think about the consequences when they don't concern me. i don't exactly relate well with humans, hasn't really worked out for me in the past. so if your going to try and insult me based on race, then call me what i really am. A beast, half-breed, mutt; someone not fit to belong in either the creatures world nor the humans." laughing lightly, he looked out into the blizzard and suddenly stopped all his movement.. it was close. " Hey, whatever you plan on doing to it, you might want to get ready to do it. its close; very close..." grabbing his knives, he placed them across his lap and waited for the creature, be he daemon or not, to fight. "might as well enjoy the spectacle" he thought to himself.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr looked at the male, so close to his own age. The look was no longer one of disdain, but one of pity. "Make no doubt about it. You're human. A full blooded one, too."the hybrid informed him knowingly. "Sadly though, you seem to be one of Tue worst kind yet are in denial of just how human you are."

Standing up and stretching, Tyr shook all of the snow from his body, clearing his once more smooth alabaster skin of the stuff, his hair at it's normal length. "Few animals kill out of cruelty or revenge. Most live their lives out in a single area, or at last attempt to." Tyr said this as he sat back down.

"And your life? It's been a cake walk, trust me. I was weaned on mothers blood and raised in the daemon agoge from birth. I fought. I was taught. And as royalty, I was held accountable if any of the others were found lacking. This means for every imperfection, I was punished twice as much as anyone else. Also, as a part of my royal training, my father began instructing me on the arts of torture, beginning my 9th day of birth, as is custom. Of course he began teaching me by torturing me. One must first learn to take of they truly wish to inflict, he told me. When he could no longer draw so much as a whimper from me, he began showing me how to inflict. I was 12. You see, I'd known how to kill someone for many years. It was a crucial part of my early training. But torturing was different. They had to be kept alive. Minimal damage done, maximum pain inflicted." This he simply stated, as if describing the weather on a calmer day.

"I was a fast learner and so I began the final portion of my training when I was 16. The sojourn. Upon my fathers death or abdication, I will return home to rightfully take my place as archfiend." He yawned, motioning for the beast man to wait. "If I die, then so be it. One of his many bastards will inherit, or it shall go to the strongest daemon around."

The hybrid peeled yet another layer off of one of the frozen blue marks. "And werebeasts such as yourself are simply blessed by a god with animal powers. You are truly and fully human."

"We have some time before they get here. Most likely the alpha will send out a few runts first to test our mettle."

[Vrases Claudt]

smirking, he replied, " ok, so you're born into royalty and will inherit the title archfiend. congratulations; that must mean your a child of Solomon, or someone of the same caliber. torture truly is an art; you learned it from the best, while others had to be self-taught. fair enough. however, its not your birthright that makes you who you are; its what you do with that birthright.Now, i could go on with this part of the conversation, but i can see that your stubborn, a trait i can respect; it gets you out of trouble often, so i'll end this part now to save us both the breathe. he said, glancing about the blizzard, which was worsening.

sighing softly, he replied " well, you'll call me what you'll call me. others will call me beasts, some, humans, and others simply "different". it makes no difference to anyone truly when they voice their opinions to you; all that matters is the truth that you know. an example could be you; i call you daemon, yet you tell both yourself and i that you are not. you, as you put it, will inherit the archfiend title after the sojourn is over, and will take your place among the creatures in this world. yet others, for example down in the cabin, simply see you as a person who sits outside on the top of a plane in the middle of a blizzard, as odd as that seems. They will never truly understand or comprehend what you are or what you will become. i know what i am, and you know what you are; that's all that truly is correct, and everything else is subjective. looking into the blizzard, he saw movement; heard the soft crunching of the snow, the rasping breath of the creature that came...or creatures.

"well, if its just a runt and the big guy is waiting for you too be softened up, its a cowards technique; no need for you too have to get injured unnecessarily, since your the only one that really knows what we are up against. be back in a sec."
looking at the creature beside him, he nodded his head in acknowledgment of what he had seen and heard to the daemon. sliding back quietly off the plane, he felt himself crouch down in silence, and felt unnatural darkness envelop both him and his surroundings around him, he began to stalk what had come scouting so close to the plane. i'll just poke about and see what it is, no need to engage yet, that can wait for a bit until i know what it is. he thought. grabbing a vial, he poured the contents on his shirt, allowing the vials containment's to cover his scent. discreetly, he crept behind whatever the creature was from a safe distance, eyeing it as it walked to the plane, believing that itself was not being watched by a hunter.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr shrugged. He'd intentionally left out the fact that he was slowly dominating the world's major criminal organizations. Like he needed to know that. The second anyone began drawing conclusions about that... Well, Tyr could use a little extra time to prepare his organization for the inevitable attempt the world's governments would take to shut him down.

"My birthright is pain.." He said softly, watching Vrases begin to leave. He stood, offering his hand out to him before he left "Tyrant Creed, by the way." He considered letting him run out to get himself killed for a moment and decided against it. When push came to shove, he would need all the diversions he could get a hold of.

He hit him in the back of the head with a snowball to get his attention. "Stay here. The average one of these guysare thickly furred and weigh in roughly around one to two tons. They're huge, and they're fast. And this is their home turf. You step 3 meters from thus plane and I guarantee you, the entire pack will descend from this snowstorm like three pale rider himself."

[Vrases Claudt]

feeling a snowball hit him on the head, Vrases turned around quickly, smiling. " hey, not cool, my head was turned around! haha." laughing quietly, he quickly crouched down in a show of tying his shoes, quickly making a snowball, and smacked the man right in the middle of the chest, making sure that it smacked him with a little heat. bunching his legs, he made a massive leap back onto the top of the plane, and sat down next to the man. taking his hand and shaking it firmly, he replied "Vrases Claudt, at your service." he replied. non-nonchalantly, he pulled out his flask of Jack Daniels and offered a swig to tyrant in a gesture of good faith.

ok, so they're pretty big, fast too you say? they have the size on me, but im positive im faster then them; do you know any of their anatomy, such as where major veins or arteries might be? anything to give our side an advantage is really an option. always go for the weak points....." he muttered that last part partially to himself. "also, i'm bigger in my other form then in this one; much larger. so that could be of some help if we come up with a plan. any other points you want to add, like skin color, teeth length, claw size? what exactly are we up against? grabbing his knives, he began to sharpen them on his claws which were still out.

"by the way, i was wondering something. as a hitman, i have a lot of contacts around pretty much anywhere. when i was in the states earlier this month, there was talk of a hit going out on someone;someone big. the guy had apparently taken out the mob boss in new york and was working on other large cities. it was said he was in the north eastern parts of the states. you know anything about it? odd question i know, but hey, you're a creed; you might know something i don't on this. looking at him quizzically, he truly wondered if tyrant would know something.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr thought for a moment. He had never personally seen one, and the only people he had discussed them with had either known more than him, or were also learning about them. To his knowledge, one had never been captured, nor had one been 'tamed' in recent memory. There were, of course, legends about those who had joined themselves to one, and that at one point, the clan had possessed an entire elite fighting force comprised of such riders. But such tales were but faint memories in the mind of even his father.

"Well," Tyr began slowly "Think about a cross between an orca and a wolf. Roughly the length of a bear on average, but far less bulky. They are fearless and few land creatures can match their . Father once compared them to a cheetah, if that helps." He rubbed his chin, considering.

The alpha would be nearly twice the size of the others and ten times as mean. Perhaps this was a fools errand. "They hunt in packs of roughly twenty to sixty members, depending on the local abundance in food."

How could such a creature go unnoticed? Simple. Supernaturals have their own protected species.

[Vrases Claudt]

immediately after he finished his first sentence describing the creature, Vrases stopped his sharpening and looked at tyrant immediately, recognition dawning on him. you're hunting an akhlut... you do realize that there have only been minuscule amounts of people even coming close to taming one? i take that's the reason why all the way out here in the dead of nowhere, so you could get the chance to gain the prowess of one of the creatures... and guessing what you meant by earlier, you're going after an alpha...."" exhaling slightly, he thought rapidly in his head, determining what their weaknesses were.. then it clicked. "tyrant, do you by chance have the choice that you can manipulate electricity? if my calculation is right, then creatures are extremely conductive based off of their fat supply as well as being in water at all times, being water mammals and everything of the like; this will make them extremely weak to any type of electricity.... i have an idea, hold on a tic."

rushing down the side of the plane, he ran inside, and looked around at the items inside, and finally found what he was looking for; underneath the flight attendants emergency rations was a portable generator, complete with batteries. grabbing it, he forced it onto his shoulder, and heaved it up, and rushed as quickly as possible outside and onto the top of the plane. flipping it on to start up and charge, he explained his idea to tyrant. " look, i have an idea that might work, crazy as it seems. i have complete control over water, something that's helped me in a lot of situations, this one for example." to show what he meant, he quickly conjured up a large amount of water and made it swirl around the two of them quickly, then dissipated it. "unfortunately, i have no control whats so ever of electricity; this is where you come in. you can take the electrical charge that is building inside of this generator and store it for usage, or at least hold onto it. if one of the creatures comes here, i can swirl a massive amount of water onto it, causing a sheet of it to envelop the creature. this is where you come in; you can charge up the electricity, and then fry the creature, or simply paralyze it, whatever you want. from there, we'll have incapacitated it, and we can probably do the same with the others. crazy as hell, i know, but it just might work!" finishing up, he continued to sharpen his knives in anticipation,he mentally visualized where the creatures vital organs and veins would be underneath their skin full of fat and muscle, and how they could pull this off while getting out alive

[Rae-Star Berii]

When Vrases moved away to join Tyr, Rae took a moment to herself. She put Lily back in the safety of her hiding place after the itching powder fiasco. This reminded her why she did not like boys her age, it was a bullet-like reminder that boys her age were childish and immature. The girl was hurt, her leg was bandaged by Tyr’s shirt, she had barely eaten and Rae had particularly put her in a safe place and asked to stay quiet, and of course the Were decided to excite her and wind her up, to get her active when she should truly be resting. The girl was bleeding again, the bandage on her leg starting once more to seep with wet sticky blood. Rae sighed, settled the child under the blankets to keep warm and redressed the slice in her thigh. “Now, stay quiet.” She reminded Lily, who smiled at her and nodded, chewing on her fingers. “Like a game of hide and seek.” Rae told her, stroking her hair back from her eyes.

Then she rose, about to join the boys outside when she realised they were deep in conversation. Over the wind, she caught bits of the conversation. She leant in the opening, squatting down a little and leaning against the torn metal and she listened. The trading of conversation between them impressed her, she had never known Tyr to answer any questions asked by another, but then she had only seen him around other Daemons and other humans…this was new, and this was interesting. In fact, they both traded stories so aptly; giving details that Rae (had it been her story) would have kept hidden. She had a tendency to keep a lot of things close to her chest. Alistair knew about the daemons that killed her family, Craig knew about her Uncle, but those were the only two people she had ever really talked too, the only people she really considered allies or friends.

Of course, having any acquaintance with a vampire was against the Hunter’s Code. The code lay out several rules; Five to be specific. They were written by my father and his cohort of hunters across the world decided upon the five rules destined to keep any hunter safe. Befriending, or in this case not befriending, a creature of darkness featured very highly, under number one. Always carrying silver, second highest on that list.

They both talked about the hardships in their lives and Rae privately was extraordinarily grateful she was not either of them. Though she had her own story, a story she was not going to tell them; not yet for sure. She had no interest in joining them on the roof and talking about how she was abused; how she was alone in the world, how everything she knew she had to teach herself. These things felt trivial to her in this moment. What Rae was interested in was the discussion of the creature that had killed the only other woman on the plane. She wondered why Tyrant could not have this conversation with her, she wondered why his talking to a Were was more tolerable than talking to her. Hadn’t she proved herself to him after the sea-serpent nonsense?

The Akhlut; she listened to what they were saying, what they were suggesting doing, and then as she heard movement outside the main cabin she pressed herself back into the shadow of the curved aluminium walls. Rae was good at hiding in the shadows, she was small, petite and with her hood by her hair was covered and did not attract attention. She pressed herself back against the cold metal and watched him pass by her. Another thing that annoyed her came to pass; it was ridiculous for her to speak of finding ‘the black box’ and sending for a rescue message but it was not so ridiculous for Vrases to find a portable generator? Rae mentally scolded herself, her fists curling in irritation. She had been flying back and forth between New York and London so often that she had not taken the time to learnt the lay out of the aeroplane, she had not taken the time to learn the details that would have saved them in this situation. Not that Tyrant wanted to be saved; it occurred to Rae that this had been his plan all along, this was why he did not stop the plane from crashing, this is why he had not wanted them to be rescued; this was the reason he was on the plane in the first place. The realisation went up her spine like a cold shiver.

Vrases passed back through the cabin, walking straight by her in her hiding place and Rae watched him with curious brown eyes; as an engineer she appreciated his plan, she could have offered support to his plan, with her skill and understanding she could; with the correct placement of the panels from the plane she could effectively turn the snow beneath their feet into a minefield of electric shocks. But Rae did not offer, she would not even mention that she had been listening as she nodded to Murphy and Jones, who seemed happy to defend the cabin, as she hauled herself up to crouch beside the two supernatural.

Rae’s keen eyes noticed the blood in the snow, and the scratch on Tyr’s wolf like skins, then her eyes went to Vrases and his persistent knife sharpening. “Have you two been fighting?” She asked a playful smirk on her cherry lips, a devious sparkle in her deep delicious chocolate eyes.

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[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr grinned as the snow broke apart on his chest. The pale skin was slightly red where it had been hit; Tyr had reverted to the form he was most comfortable in several moments ago. For a minute, he was tempted to hit Vrases with another but he quickly dismissed the idea. Now was not the time for such play.

Briefly, the hybrid wondered what it would have been like to have been born with a twin brother instead of sister. He loved his sister, true, but having a sister was not quite like having a brother. Another like himself whowstrong enough to have mock battles with. Tyr halted such foolish thoughts before they truly got started. He was Tyrant Creed! Destined to force all others under his power, to be a tyrant over all.for such was he named.

At Vrases's suggestion, Tyr was shaking his head before he was even done. "I am Tyrant Creed!" He roared, rising to his full height and lifting his arms. As he did so, the area around him began to tremble at his bared power. The very air around them crackled and, for a brief moment, the snow storm halted it's rage around him.

The shaking ended and things returned to normal when Tyr lowered his arms. He smirked. ;"The world is my toy, and I am young yet. I need no generator to fuel me, thank you." The hybrid leaped down into the snow and climbed back up, holding his snow encrusted pants. Tyr fell back into his seat and attempted to clean then off, noticing Rae. He looked at Vrases, frustrated "Since you're so good with water, get rid of this stuff for me? A guy can only sit in the middle of a snowstorm in his boxers for so long, you know."

Looking at Rae, Tyr spoke coolly "There are bigger things to fight than each other."

[Vrases Claudt]

smirking and laughing at his display of his power, vrases stated " nice display of power; now how bout tuning it down for a bit and using it not at the surroundings and at the akhluts when they come? don't wear yourself out, o great one; we need everyone ready for when they come." he laughed wholeheartedly, glancing over at rae as she came outside. "i understand that this world is your toy; it's everyone's plaything, truly. however, we can do this too get as much power as possible with minimal effort, allowing you to put up a better fight when the creatures come. fair 'nough? that way, i can get them with the water, in essence drawing their attention, and you zap! clean, quick, simple." he said happily at the knowledge that Tyrant could control it.

"aww, tyrant creed wants me to do his laundry, i'm honored!.. unfortunately i know how it feels, so sure mate, gimme a second." he laughed with great contentment, and took the pants that were given to him. placing them onto the plane, he quickly pulled out the water from the pants, and forced it into the snow beneath them. laughing to himself quietly, he quickly formed a small snowball and threw it lightly at rae, getting her on her shin, purposefully missing her anywhere she was injured, simply doing it in an attempt to lighten her mood. "haha, we weren't fighting rae, don't worry; we were simply going over a plan that we can do to take care of those freaking akhluts that are coming soon; i agree with Tyrant whole heartily on his statement; there are truly bigger things to fight right now. anyways, tryant, i need to do something real quick in preparations, can you bring Rae up to speed on the plan? i'll be back in a bit." jumping down off the plane, he tossed tyrants pants back to him, sat in front of the door, and quietly held himself still, focusing on channeling himself for the near future. as he meditated, water droplets began to rise, unknowingly to him, as he began to focus and ready himself; soon, there was a large amount of water surrounding him, moving seemingly by itself as thought it were a blob of pure energy.

[Rae-Star Berii]

There are bigger things to fight than each other.

His words almost felt contradictory, where they not always fighting each other? Wasn’t that the biggest problem with this world, why did it take a plane crash to unite people who had previously hated each other? Why did it take a disaster for people to remember that the world and life they had been living had been colossally selfish?

Daemons fought humans, fought shifters, fought vampires, and everything else fought back. Heck, humans fought amongst themselves, as if they did not have a greater battle to be fighting they fought amongst themselves and were probably laughed at for their stupidity but the likes of Tyrant Creed.

Her eyes went to him now. “I know.” She murmured, as if feeling the need to announce that she wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t one of the stupid naive humans who did not know their existence was threatened, at least, not anymore. She had been, she had been happy to be, but then she had been without purpose, without hope…now, she had both.

To Tyrant she spoke again;

“I left Lily with Murphy and Jones.” She did not expect him to care about the girl, but she felt he should know that the girl he considered his responsibility, which he had ignored since the announcement of this, was with nothing more than two labour-men, but she felt he should know all the same. She would leave the girl hidden for as long as Rae physically could, she did not know yet if she would risk her life to save the child, if it came to it, she did not know what length she would go to in order to ensure the girl survived this. It brought up too many pains, too many possibilities. No, it was easier to focus on the task ahead. Still speaking to Tyrant, she added; “He talks a lot, doesn’t he?”

Her eyes went to Vrases then, and she watched him with chocolate brown eyes as he jumped down off the top of the main cabin and sat himself below her, she caught the magic, and as the water sprang about on the snow she shook her head. Magic…it was so…inviting, and with it, she was so obsessed. ..But the water that he controlled…

Rae shivered, she was hiding herself from the fact that they were surrounded by frozen water and as Tryant had been scared of the air, and so she was afraid of where they had landed.

She wet her lips, feeling the chapped cuts of where the wind had battered her face and hunkered down in her clothes. “You have your own plan, don’t you?” She mused, aloud, not sure if she expected an answer or not. “That’s why we’re here. You could’ve stopped all this a long time ago, but you haven’t, because you want to be here- and everything else is just…coincidence.” She sighed, shaking her head and pulling her hood over her hair more, to shield herself from the cold. She was almost disappointed, she almost wanted there to be more to him that just a blood thirsty, selfish daemon; Rae had no idea why she wanted to believe there was good in him…perhaps that, in turn, was selfish?

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[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr laughed in delight as he put his pants back on. Apparently, he was that happy about putting back on his pants. Snowstorms are cold, people. When Rae made some remark about the young girl, Lily, Tyr waved at her dismissively. The little girl was not a factor in this upcoming battle. "If you're worried about me using her as bait, don't bother. Believe it or not, I actually like humans, and so does my father."

At first, the young hybrid had hated humans. He hated how they so closely resembled him in form, how they dared claim his world as theirs and ignore his existence. Tyr had wanted them all dead. Every last one. Fortunately, his father had managed to talk him out of this. They were weak, yes, but also possessed of such beauty as to be worth saving. When first leaving for his journey, Tyr had still not quite understood what his father had meant by such cryptic words.

Of course, that was his way. Always speaking cryptic, in riddles, with logic that no sane person would have touched with a fifty foot pole. Solemn Creed had been his father, mentor, role model, all of those things. He had always striven to help Tyr to better himself, to be the best. For Tyr was better than all others. All species of the earth were nothing to him, to be treated as nothing when he deigned not to treat them as better. With the exception of daemonkind and humans. But why humans? The daemon were his kin, so they made sense. But humans? That particular species he had little relation to.

The hybrid had puzzled it out eventually, of course. Mankind was the vanguard. Far more ancient than most would think. They had an uncanny ability to survive nearly anything thrown at them. Their best would live on, eternally, surviving all cataclysms, disasters, catastrophes... And the daemon were as big brothers to them, nurturing them into the gods they must one day become.

While Tyr was destined to rule them, he would not see them destroyed. And so he killed. For they must become victims before rising to power. That was a key lesson Tyr had always received through his childhood. Learn to take, so that you may give responsibly. You wish to eat that woman alive? Then you shall be eaten alive, first. You wish to tear the fluid from that man? Then your veins shall be stripped of you, first. It was key.

There was no good left in Tyr, and that was the point. He was neither evil nor good, he chose nothing. The hybrid simply was. He was a wildcard, thrown into the cogs of fate to break it all down, down.

"Though I am feeling a bit peckish," Tyr said, watching Rae from the corner of his eye for a reaction. "Fetch the little snack for me?" Grin.

[Vrases Claudt]

finishing up his meditation, he opened his eyes as his thoughts came to a halt. glancing over into the snowstorm, he watched in secrecy as the creatures simply moved about around the wreckage, watching them from a distance, feeling that they were being watched as well. calmly, Vrases spoke a quetion directed towards the daemon. " how good is their vision in the darkness?... I know mine is very good, yours is good as well, you being a daemon and what not, don't know about Rae's. genetics can be a bitch sometimes i guess. i think i might be able to give us another small edge if my theory is correct...." he said the last part partially to himself as he began to formulate another plan furiously.

hearing the Daemon talk about being hungry suddenly made himself think about his own hunger; and he was truly hungry. feeling the animal inside him snarl, he began to have subconscious thoughts of eating some of the humans inside so he would be fighting without being starving, sapping at his strength. "How hard would it be?" he thought. i could simply grab one of the weakened men inside and simply eat him; no one would miss him, and he's dead weight.... if i just took a quick bite... "NO!" he thought loudly at himself. these people, although probably tasty, would be useful to him in the future; they would serve a purpose besides morsels soon, but after their job was done.... then he might sate himself. smiling a little hungrily to himself, he looked at the duo that were outside with him.

"Tyrant, you and i both would like to sate ourselves, but now is not the time; they serve a purpose right now, being a last line of defense or something. right now though, we need to try and figure out how to deal with them. Cause they're getting more bold and getting closer, in case you guys haven't noticed; their stench is filling the air." taking in a small whiff, he knew it was true; the stench of akhlut was thick in the air to his nose and probably Tyrants. staring into the snowstorm, he got up and quickly started up the generator in case they decided to make a move, laughing at the situation he found himself in, and waited for anyone to make a move, be it Rae, Tyrant, or those things out in the storm.

[Rae-Star Berii]

She wouldn’t have put it passed him to use the little girl as bait and as he mentioned eating her Rae shot him a glare. Her teeth clenched in her mouth, her eyes hard and narrowed; sometimes he was a sick perverted bastard and she was in no two minds about it. Rae knew, at least she hoped she knew, that his comment was to wind her up and it did. It bloody did, because she had seen and she had watched and she had fled before the end when she was sure the daemons that killed her little brother would have been as twisted and as sick as Tyrant Creed suggested. She shook her head at him, her eyes going down to the snow directly below where she was crouched and her fist clenched around the knuckle-knife she wore. Damn him. Damn him for getting under her skin so easily. He didn’t even realise why his words wounded her. Nor, she figured, would he care that they did.

“I can’t even call you cannibals.” She sighed, shaking her head at both of them and tucking her hair from her face, pushing it back into her hoody and tugging the hood closer to her head. But the truth was, she hadn’t noticed the creatures getting closer because she couldn’t smell them like the Were could and she could not see them through the snow filled winds that blurred her vision. Rae run her thumb along the edge of the blade that came out of the side of her right hand, she felt comfort in its sharpness as her eyes went back to Tyrant; “Do you need bait?” She asked him, steadily. “Is that part of your master plan, or will you wait for them to come off their own accord?”

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[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr shook his head smiling, an amused look on his face. "You do realize I was just joking, right?" he asked Vrases, not even caring for Rae's reaction. Originally, yes, he had said it to jab at Rae. But no, he was not actually hungry and had little intention of eating the girl anyways.

Whistling, Tyr kicked at the snow, watching it pile up on the rest. "They have excellent night vision. Superior to our own, I believe. Though possibly not yours, depending on what your animal form is." He rubbed his chin, thinking. When the akhlut came, they would come in hard and fast.

The glare Rae shot him, tickled Tyr inside. In an amusing kind of way. He always found it entertaining that some species seemed to find it so abominable to eat them or their children. Sick, Tyr had been called before. Yes, he had been called a sick perverted bastard before as well. But he was not. The part of Tyr that was supposed to care about other things, call it a conscience, a soul, whatever, was broken. He just did not care, and he wouldn't. Because Tyr viewed the world from the 'human' perspective, or so some liked to call it. Nothing truly compared with his race, and so they were beneath it and fit to be mistreated.

Though there were some who were not daemon who Tyr respected or even cared about. But these oddities were few and far between, as it is difficult to be liked, or simply not hated, by a man with constantly changing views, emotions, thoughts, and personalities. "Well, I suppose you could call Vrases a cannibal. Were though he may be, he is still just a human." Tyr chuckled to himself, making a snow angel. "Lighten up, little girl, you may die tonight. Best to do with a light soul."