Post by Astaroth Merula on Oct 28, 2012 0:41:09 GMT -5
The daemon sighed audibly, obviously irritated as the dragoness grabbed her draconian and flew off. She really didn't deserve to be a dragon with such a fragile sense of pride like that, flying off whenever she was wounded by words. Should've been born as a wombat instead, something more worth it. "This is why I don't do groups," Astaroth muttered to himself beneath his breath. Kyrian's plan had actually made enough sense to get these blokes started on a good path, but Miss Scalier-than-thou had to have a woman fit and leave the rest of them behind in order to go die by herself. "Too much bloody drama."
The daemon stretched his wings out to their full extent, feeling their muscles tensing up form staying still so long. Honestly, he was only staying with this ragtag bunch of wankers because they were his best chance at reaching the other side safely. Otherwise he'd be on his own in the great orange expanse going at it with whatever the hell had attacked them earlier. Luckily he had enough sense to know that the larger the group, the more shields he had to protect himself from whatever dangers they might encounter.
Although, for now, Astaroth was incredibly bored of all the talk about who was in order or whatnot. He just wanted to hurry up and get the show on the road. Instead he picked up the dead angel-thing's shin guards and put them on himself before siting cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the rest of the group to be ready.
I had a dream last night. The moon was full, the night was silent, and you were dead... Pretty good dream.
Post by Kyrian Tidus on Oct 28, 2012 13:30:00 GMT -5
Kyrian scowled as he watched the dragon simply pick up her rider and leave. Although he couldn't say that it was a completely unexpected turn of events, he had hoped that she wouldn't get so caught up in her emotions like a little child. But it did not truly matter to him, since he was not planning on being with them anyway. However, one thing did catch his eye... The Draconian and the flying female had both picked up some of the seemingly poisonous quills, and Astaroth had stolen the corpse's shin guards for some odd reason... But Kyrian did not need those, as he checked his pockets for... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The weapons that he had prepared earlier for his vampire hunt before he got summoned here were all missing except for his katana. Maybe he had thought he had gotten those weapons but had just forgotten? Oh well.
The elemental decided to follow the trend set by the others, and cautiously picked up a few quills before checking his back pocket to make sure that... Yep, the Gryphon's claw was still there where he always kept it as a last resort weapon. The male placed three four quills into a side pocket on his right leg and looked away from the group, speaking softly to himself "Well, time to go n..." Then the female called out to him, telling him to wait. Seriously, what if he had already been gone? Oh well, might as well hear her out.
'We may end up having to travel by foot anyways, with the dragon gone. Would you like to remain with us until you wish to branch off? There are advantages to both of us in this,' the female-who-was-not-human said to him. Kyrian held back a laugh, until he wished to branch off was now, but he couldn't just ignore her. Even though he didn't see what he could possibly gain from this group, believing that he would be able to make it on his own, he considered the offer and re-thought his own idea.
On his own, he would run into many dangers that teleportation alone couldn't help him solve. In a fight, he was no better than a human, so he would be easy to kill without his powers. However, his teleportation would be able to get him out of danger; yet in this place it would most likely lead him to even more danger. His ability to heal himself would be useless if a fatal strike was dealt. If he was met with a group, his ability to summon creatures of shadow could only help him go so far. And using his trick to make people go raving mad, haunting vision his uncle had called it, would be potentially dangerous when using it upon creatures that he did not know about...
This was a place which he knew nothing about. He couldn't just run off on his own without even knowing what kind of creatures lived here.
The elemental sighed as he realized the smart option, the one that he had to choose. But he wouldn't let himself simply accept what she said, he had to show that he still had some control in this situation. "Well, how could I possibly say no to such a beautiful young lady? Let's go ahead and get started, boss." The male closed the pocket that he had placed the quills in, wondering what he was going to need to use them on.
As he heard the man speak he looked down to quickly see the quills enter the mans neck once again, scanning the grass all around them he stepped back and looked at every one. Hearing the demons voice he glanced over at him, he agreed with his words, they needed to get moving. Staying quiet it wasn't long until someone spoke up to take leadership, seeing it was the human male Thanatos he could of guessed it would of been him. Listening to the males words Thanatos had turn and look at the male directly as he spoke of the female of the group being the leader, he was surprised at those commands from the male.
He knew giving commands to a dragon if you weren't the rider was a bad idea. Watching the rider dismantle the angel and take the bones he needed, Thanatos thought it was a good idea as he saw the man making a bow. The reaction of the dragon was a surprise he could of guessed it would of spewed more flames out, but picking up the rider and flying off, that was just strange.
Looking over at the woman he watched her pull out the map and open her mouth to speak, listening to her. He wondered if she thought of a way to go, he remained quiet as she spoke and waited for a answer from the male, he was still curious as to the route she would suggest. Reaching up to pet Morrigan on her chest and watched the three of them.
Looking over when the demon pulled the shin guards off the dead angel and put them on his self before sitting down. As the human male turned around and responded to her he watched him and looked over at her for her reactions to his compliments.
Turning around he looked out at the distance to where he could guess they would be heading. Scanning the grass ahead of them he wondered what laid and waited out there for them.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 7, 2012 20:11:12 GMT -5
Stilia could hear the daemon muttering to himself. As a Gorgoness, she has sensitive ears, outmatched only by her sensitive nose. Every now and then, like a snake, she would automatically smell the air, like instinct, although nobody else could obviously see this. Snakes can also absorb vibrations through the ground and determine the size of the prey or danger by its movements, something Stilia had always found useful. But it was much harder in the shape of a human, still, she would keep up the guise until later.
But she ignored the muttering demon, her eyes only glancing over him when he spread out his wings, and stole the deceased man’s shin guards. An intelligent move, on his part. A small smirk crossed her face. He had sense and he could fly. Maybe, when the walkers started to drag them down, he would be a good enough companion when they fly off towards the mysterious ‘F’.
Her eyes also glanced over the talkative man who smelled of darkness, as he followed everyone’s examples to take some quills. Not completely useless, if he had enough sense to follow what the others were doing. He was about to leave, when Stilia said her words. He seemed almost…. Amused at first, but the thoughtfulness overtook his face, a look that often was found in her own. He contemplated her suggestion, obviously, before accepting. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his words.
“Good. Now, this walk could take a few days, and we don’t know how many. Since a cavern doesn’t seem like the place to go, and the Oracle is way off track, I suggest we seek out the Library. We may be able to find food and other useful resources there.” She could have suggested the Tower as well, but information and knowledge was power. Maybe, if they found something about this place, they would have better chances of surviving.
“I also have some water bottles in my backpack. I may have a granola bar or two…” She added, gesturing to the bag on her back. It was a rare day that she is caught without it, and all her supplies were in there, for travelling the world. “If anyone has anything of use, you should speak so that we may calculate the best course of action. But let’s walk and talk so that we may finally arrive there instead of standing around-- if you all agree with the destination point of course.”
Last Edit: Nov 7, 2012 20:11:52 GMT -5 by Stilia Medusa
Post by Kyrian Tidus on Nov 8, 2012 13:19:35 GMT -5
Kyrian tilted his head to the side as the non-human spoke again, explaining that a cavern would be a bad place to set up a camp and that the Oracle was off track. Absentmindedly thinking out loud, Kyrian made a comment about how not only was the Oracle out of the way, but if would take a few days to reach the 'F' then the time it would take to reach the Oracle should also be measured in days; then he made a very rude remark concerning the lack of scale for the map, and how 'a man would his head up his own ass would be able to read this map just as well as us.' However, his mind eventually went back on topic and he thought over the female's suggestion of heading towards the library was a highly welcomed idea. It would obviously be an access to troves of treasured information, perhaps with book that mortal eyes had never laid eyes upon, or even ancient documents long lost in the sands of time. It might even hold secrets which had yet to be revealed to this world, actions that had not yet come to past; you could never know in a place like this. Although, it probably would not be very likely to find food or anything of much use besides knowledge within the library.
Kyrian raised an eyebrow when the female mentioned that she had multiple water bottles in her backpack and a few granola bars, he wondered what she was doing before being summoned to a place such as this. "Well look at our girl scout," he said below his breath. As she said to speak of anyone having anything of use, Kyrian thought about whether or not abilities would be a part of that... Of course they would, since this was to be about survival; besides, to make any good plan, you had to know what everyone was capable of doing. However, he was not ready to reveal more about himself than he had to, especially not when he was planning on leaving the group anyway. The male put on his most obnoxiously charming grin, one that he had perfected through years of travelling the world and flirting, as well as getting into troubles. "Well, I have a katana, I can see in the dark... And I always have my endless charm," upon the last part, the male winked at the non-human female in a more-so casual manner.
Adikartika whirled around, grasping his sword and whipping it from his sheath even as Evanesca roared and took a deep breath ready to spew flames as words filled both their ears. Just their luck to run in to yet another jerk who would order them about like the last group of people, attempting to get them to do what they where to inadequate to do themselves. However this winged man (much like the one who had been slain before) made no such demands, nor did he even present a threatening figure towards them. Adi slowly relax and reached out with his mind to touch Eva to comfort her though he knew she would not relax until she was positive this male meant absolutely no harm to Adi.
Adi slowly walked towards the male, lowering his sword and extending a hand slowly. "A good day to you as well I suppose sir. I think it is very apparent that you are not from here, as neither or my magnificent and lovely Evanesca are not from here either. This is the world of the gods if you did not know. As to helping you, I suppose we might be able to. It all depends on what you are wishing help with."
Having finished with his introductions, Adi walked away and back towards Eva and sat down beside her. He began to lay the bones out from the wing he had taken and then quick efficently began to braid the grass he had taken in to a single, thicker strand. He was unsure of how well it would hold up, but was hoping it would be for at least a few shots to take down something that he could then use the hide or the tendons of to make a better bow string. Crude, and rather disturbing it was to make a bow like this. However he had no doubt it would be more useful then his pistol upon his hip.
As the group was away from the body he quietly walked over to it, kneeling down Thanatos took off the armor from the mans arm. Grabbing a hold of the bare arms he quickly twisted and ripped them from the shoulders with as little noise as he could. The action of feeding off a body scared most, he needed to quickly get the bones before any one got curious and looked in on what he was doing. Quickly peeling the flesh off the bones he set the humerus' aside on the ground to dry quickly in the sun as he put the forearms on the mans chest. Standing up he took the mostly dry bones and slipped them into his cloth as he walked towards them.
Half listening to them and half listening to other noises Thanatos pulled out the map and looked at it quietly as he stood there. Looking at what they were talking about he was intrigued when he heard the word Library. Seeing the library was on the way he lowered the map and turned to look in the direction they needed to go. The distance was far and they were still where they started, not the best start but better to get a plan ready then to walk aimlessly through the dangerous world. Thantos tuned into their conversation when he heard them talking about supplies. He didn't have any thing but a small bag of seed for Morrigan. Turning back to them he spoke "I do not eat your food, I have sustenance to hold me over for a while. I have a small amount of seed for my bird, other then that I can't offer much along the lines of supplies." Looking at each person he then turned and started walking in the direction they needed to go.
Post by Astaroth Merula on Jan 8, 2013 23:09:26 GMT -5
Looking out at the orange fields before him, Astaroth thought about the plan to go to the Library, an excellent first step. They could learn quite a lot from a library in a place like this; tonnes of information on how to survive this place might be available in their... Or they might run into some form of danger in the library. This place had been unpredictable so far, why should it change for a library?
The daemon ruffled his hair and stood up, dusting off his behind before walking back to the rest of the group. He eyed each of them for an equal length of time... Okay, he lingered a little longer on the female, but you can't blame him for that. "I've got nothing to offer for food or other necessities."
After having a good stare at each of them, Astaroth looked directly at the reaper's robes. He had detected a strong scent of blood coming from the being and decided to ask about it. Scrunching his face up slightly, he asked of the reaper "Why do you smell so bloody... Bloody?"
Caguuror watched the group of beings gathered their and their reaction to the death of one of their members. It was both intriguing and enlightening about each of them. He continued to watch in unmoving silence until once again they attempted to beseech the proud dragoness to carry them. Of course she reacted violently. Dragons where far to proud a race to allow just anybody to ride upon them. He watched her departure with amusement upon his face then glanced at the group. No motivation these beings. Slow, weak. See how easily he had killed one of them with out even a true attempt. Stupid to for chasing away a prime and invaluable resource such as a dragon ally. Cag turned and ran through the grasses following the dragoness and her rider.
Comin upon the lake shortly after the draconian and his steed, he watched the angel hunter converse with the two, before promptly vanishing away. The God of Nature sighed and shook his head. Nobody was getting anywhere. They where all splitting up and would make easy meals for the denizens of this land as they where truly unaccustomed to such brutality such as these could offer compared to their earthy creatures. It was time to help them out. They needed somebody large and powerful enough to protect them, while shepherding them in the direction they needed.
Turning to the lake he took his human form but concealed himself with invisibility. Lifting his arms, a pillar of water exploded from the surface of the lake, then curved and cascaded to the ground some ten feet from the draconian and dragon. It crashed against the ground and then slowly withdrew, revealing a dripping wet figure of a half man and half bull being, standing fully at almost nine feet tall. Huge, powerful, and also intelligent, perhaps with male Ungrith'tar would do the job even he could not accomplish with the slaying of one of their companions.
His eyes scanned the endless field, watching and looking at every little movement in the bushes, his scythe ready in his hand. The sound of the demon talking behind him was easily tuned out. The breeze that blew through the field made it hard to watch for subtle movements. Turning around he could of sworn they already settled that discussion on what each of them had to offer, shaking his head he took a few steps forward before he heard the demon talking to him. "Why do you smell so bloody... Bloody?" He remained quiet for a few, pondering on that subject as well, he always tried to remain clean though a few splatters of blood usually hit him. Thantos could smell the blood of the people the demon has killed. "Does the blood of the guilty bother you? Do you prefer the blood of the innocent?" He didn't know enough on the demon to act upon it so he left it at that.
Looking at who was left he spoke while turning around and walking. "Good luck. I advise trying to get back to the dragon and her rider." When he was far enough away he knew he wouldn't survive just walking through the grass alone. The aura he put around his self would help detour most creatures but not all. A large black cloud appeared from thin air, the sound of a horse echoed through the fields. The smoke quickly disappeared, left in its place was the blood stained malnourished horse of the apocalypse, Pestilence.
Patting the horses shoulder he climbed up and grabbed the reigns with one hand, his scythe in the other. Without physical command the horse took off in the direction that the dragon flew off in. Pestilences aura would help detour the rest of the beasts no creature wants to stick around while feared and having sores and blisters cover its body.
The Ungrith'tar blink water from his eyes as he grimaced, wondering exactly what had just happened. Like a giant dog he shook, his armor and axes rattling loudly as he did so. Water flew from his silken black fur, raining down upon the strange orange grasses around himself, as well as the charred spot beneath his hooves from the remnants of some recent fire. Stopping his movement he lifted his and flared his nostrils inhaling deeply of the strange scents of this unknown land. He slowly swiveled his head from side to side, looking about himself to establish his bearings and see what and where he was.
The first thing he noticed was a male standing About ten feet away holding what appeared to be a bow fashioned of a white material. Perhaps bone? As a hunter he had seen plenty of that before in his life. However his attention did not remain upon the male for long as his eyes moved from the man to the magnificent red dragon behind him. Proud, grateful and magestic beings dragons. Each with a different personality and disposition. He hope this one wasn't prone to violence or anger. He slowly walked towards the two, armor jingling and his double blades two handed battle axe upon his back, and his two single handed axes upon his hips.
Pausing just a few feet away from the man and dragon, he spoke in a deep rumbling voice. "Hello. I was wondering if you could help me. I seem to be lost and perhaps a little confused. Where am I, for this strange range grass is clearly not a common sight." He motioned towards the swaying fronds and then looked back at the two beings to gauge their reactions."
Post by Kyrian Tidus on Jan 25, 2013 20:59:12 GMT -5
Kyrian hated having to be the asshole, but he saw now that this group thing wasn't even going to last five minutes. As soon as the Reaper replied to Astaroth and began to walk away, Kyrian flexed his hand, calling metal from the dead angel(so he thought)'s gloves to come to him and, rising from the ground into his hand, Kyrian changed its form and stuffed a small-ish cube of metal into his pocket opposite the quills. He didn't want to leave his old servant/bodygaurd and the female to fair for themselves in the weird plane, though he also didn't want to have to take responsibility for the two.
Liking the Reaper's idea to get back with the dragon and her rider, Kyrian came up with an adjustment that suited him better than simply trying to find them. Walking off from the pair who he was now abandoning, Kyr waved to them with a cheerful smile on his face, "I guess I'll actuaslly just go ahead and depart now. Hope I see you guys at the F-place!"
With those words Kyrian disappeared from their sights, reappearing a few yards behind the robed Reaper as he summoned what looked like a decaying horse corpse; deathly white and dangerously thin. Not sure exactly what had just happened, Kyrian decided that is was most definitely a good idea to keep his distance while following behind the sick horse and its robed rider.
Post by Astaroth Merula on Jan 25, 2013 21:45:29 GMT -5
Astaroth stood silently, his mouth agape after hearing what the Reaper had said, "Does the blood of the guilty bother you? Do you prefer the blood of the innocent?" It was not the tone in what was said, nor the implications made by it that had wounded the daemon... It was the truth that the words held. No matter how much Astaroth denied it, no matter how much he had tried to change recently... He was a cold-blooded murderer. Not only that, but one who used to take pleasure in killing off the innocent and righteous.
Still thinking back to the killing he had done a century and a half ago... Cutting up not only the prostitutes that littered London's streets, but innocent enough women as well; even murdering that poor baker's daughter who had fallen madly in love with him, holding her heart up in front of her eyes as she died, the lump of muscle still throbbing in his hand and spewing out its crimson nectar. He smiled as he mockingly said to her, "Look, Mary. Now I truly own your heart." Such a cruel memory.
He despite his half-human blood, this being was nowhere near being a man. He was a monster in its truest form, and he knew it. Watching Kyrian leave, Astaroth couldn't blame him... Nobody would want to be around someone like him any longer than they had to.
With a downcast look upon his handsome features, the daemon walked out into the grass aimlessly. He lost track of time and direction, and hope, as he shuffled about through the grass in search of something to end it all. He soon found it when he saw a pack of those quill-shooting things laying out in a small clearing in the fields. He smiled as he walked towards them fearlessly in joyous step, for he did not fear death, he feared living another day of his pitiful life.
As the beasts noticed him and growled, launching their quills into his body with extreme speed and force, Astaroth just smiled and continued to walk forward borkenly out of sheer will. The beast closest to him let out a sort of roar before leaping onto the deamon and sinking its sharp, serrated teeth into his shoulder. The rest of the beast sooned joined in, eating the helpless daemon alive s he closed his eyes and died with a smile on his face; finally free of his countless sins.
The wind blew his garments as he continued to ride on the horse of the apocalypse, the sound of the horses hooves and his breathing were heard easily to him. Seeing off to the distance a large creature with wings he recognized it was the dragon. Thinking for a second he remembered the woman was left in the field. Sitting up he looked back and pulled on the right reign to make the horse start to turn around.
Making the long turn to keep at speed he could see some of the beasts off in the distance gathered around something. Directing his steed towards the beasts he rode by quickly glancing at what they were feasting on. Only recognizing the body from the garments that he could see he turned his head and directed the horse to the field they were in. He dropped the aura he had up to strike fear in the creatures around him.
Spotting the woman and the body he had left behind. Riding up he pulled on the reigns to make the horse stop quickly. Dropping the reigns he pulled the garment off Morrigan, looking over at the woman and spoke to her. "The demon has died and the elemental has vanished. I know where the Dragon and its rider are at. Come, I will take you to them. The horse looks sick but he will get us there safely." Reaching out with his left hand for hers to help her up.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jan 29, 2013 16:42:01 GMT -5
The one whom smelt of darkness was the first to speak up, calling her a ‘girl scout’. Stilia was unaware as to what they were, as no child had hounded her at any of her many motels to try and sell some mint and chocolate cookies. She held her tongue, not making a comment to prevent both an argument and so that none would realize she had heard his muttering. He started to list off his assets, winking at her during the final one. She didn’t even bother to roll her eyes. Human males- even those whom reminded her of the dark- were not worth her time. She walked as they all conversed, but kept her pace slow as none of the others seemed to be all that set on moving forward and getting out of this deadly orange foreign land, chatting away and probably attracting all manners of bizarre beasts.
But at least they were listening and paying attention, as the skeletal creature mentioned bird seed and walking along, while the demon admit he had nothing on hand. Stilia contemplated if he was lying, to save himself extra food, but she would have to investigate that at a later time. Perhaps when they slept and she was on guard. The demon went and caught up to the skeletal being, and began conversing, about scents. She paid this no heed, it was not of importance, and was about to speak to the one of darkness again when the skeletal thing suddenly spoke out to them about catching up to the dragon and it’s rider, before leaving. What in the world? The protection of a dragon would be useful, yes, but he should not simply run off in this place. Who knew what other creatures lurked around? Watching, waiting for their next meal. Well, she supposed him being seemingly meatless did give him a slight advantage when the hungry ones would choose their prey.
Taking the skeletal thing’s lead, the dark-human suddenly changed his mind, after just agreeing to her plan, taking off to the F-place. "I guess I'll actuaslly just go ahead and depart now. Hope I see you guys at the F-place!" He called out to the demon and herself, causing a small sigh of bitterness from Stilia. ‘If any of us can survive all split up until then.’
That damned God had chosen the wrong people. She was here, alone apart from a daemon she did not know, and they would all die. Yes, she would go down fighting, but the F seems quite far, despite the lack of scale on the map. She would die fighting, but she would still end up dead.
It seems the daemon did not want to stick around either, simply getting up, and leaving without a word. A few curses from her native tongue slipped out, to the God, to those who abandoned her, to this very world itself. She began walking herself, looking around the clearing one last time for any sorts of useful items. When she saw none that would not be worth carrying around, she silently began walking, her every sense on high alert.
She trudged through the orange grasses, and took out a dagger. It was light, and good for a quick attack- or, most likely, defense. She stopped when she suddenly heard the sound of pounding hooves, and a scent of blood, death, and sickness clogged her very sensitive nose. She got into a low crouch, and looked around, surprised to see a horse riding towards her. It was white, with sores, puss, and more. Utterly disgusting. The sickly horse also had a rider, black robes flowing out behind him. The skeletal being from earlier, looking like a true Grim Reaper on his deathly horse, apart from the white dove clinging to his cloth.
He held out a skeletal hand, and spoke quickly, giving her a quick briefing on what has already happened to two of the members. That was quite quick. She wondered if some sort of creature had snagged the elemental, or if he had vanished of his own will. He also reassured her of the safety of this mysterious horse, and many things crossed her mind. Some was about where he had found the creature, while most were on if she should trust him. Stilia was never one to easily give out trust, but she took the man’s hand and climbed aboard, her calculating green eyes keeping a wary watch. It was safer like this; there was easy opportunity to escape, and better protection with someone at her side.
