Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

[BurningWillows]

The once largely populated world has been overcome with an outbreak -a mutagen- that has killed over half the human race. Large cities have all been evacuated, some crumbling while others slowly decay. A rise of unfathomable creatures has also risen, taking over the vacant cities, and spreading throughout the dense forests that have been spreading throughout the land. Those that survive now live in small communities or towns, seeking safety in numbers from the beasts lurking in the woods. Some of the monsters were once animal, mutated so far that their original form is all but lost. Other creatures were once human, but since have grown into shape-shifting beasts or those that thirst for the blood of mortals.

And finally there are the hunters; those who travel from town to town, collecting contracts and payment for slaying local monsters that have gotten too close to civilization.

Valeraine stumbled into the inn, pissed to high heaven and covered in a mix of her own blood and the beast's she'd just slain. Ignoring the growing looks of disgust cast at her, she threw a couple coins on the bar and made her way upstairs to a room. It was barren aside from a single bed, a dresser, and a bathtub with a sink and toilet beside it. Filling the tub with lukewarm water, Vale stripped and stepped in, using the water to scrub her skin clean. As she worked her hands up her body, she could feel the cuts and bruises from her fight healing, no scars left behind. Reaching back to clean her blonde hair she was met with empty space and her face contorted in rage. The monster had swiped at her in that cave and she had nearly missed him slicing through her throat, but he caught something else instead. Her hair. Her waist length, natural blonde curls now lie in some blackened cave, cut almost to her scalp so that what was left stood out at all angles.

Washing it quickly, she drained the tub and towel-dried before she could think any more on it. It'll grow back.

It took her minutes she redressed, sheathing all her throwing knives and adjusting her accessories into place so nothing sat uncomfortably. Pulling her sandals on and strapping them to her pants, she headed back downstairs. Her intentions were to leave straight away -she'd heard there was another contract two towns over with a large reward- but as she headed for the door a voice in the crowd called out, knowing her by name.

 

[BloodMoon]

The darkness seemed to swell amongst the trees, as the shifting worlds seemed to float within arms reach. Within that reach, the soft silver glow lit the narrow dirt paths winding around a small town.
As soon as a beaten figure escaped to the inside of a tavern, a thin bloodied body emerged from the darkness. The faint glow of red piercing the shadow’s that seemed to birth an evil yet no creature wanted to engage. A set of worn leather boots gracefully stepped out into the silver streams of light, a female figure slowly revealing herself. Both intense red eye’s shifted curiously over the town infront of her. A set of lightly armored arms folded across her ribs as her body began to move forward. Each step was calculated, her composure tall and demanding as each step took her closer to an old beaten down tavern. As she walked closer the air began to change, the dark tendril’s from within the shadow’s seemed to cling to the female even as she walked within the light of the moon. The red tendril’s of her hair slowly floating behind her god like figure as her heavy beaten boots began to climb the old creaking steps to the inn. The woman’s hand reached out, softy gripping the handle as her feminine figure came to a halt.
Looking behind her the town seemed calm, the birds quiet and all small animals that remained unchanged scattered and silent within their covered homes. Turning back the red head opened the door, the wooden slab effortlessly swinging open before her. The room was already quiet, the tension building with the last several bodies to enter the door. Lamps lit the tables and torches lit around the room, creating flickering beasts along the walls. Simple and basic art decorated only a couple walls, the darkened era in which was today’s life left art as a rarity only few could appreciate. Within that art, a large painted pickle pulled attention behind the check in desk.
Her tall firm figure glided into the room, slipping off to a table into a far corner with an older table and several worn chairs. The woman grinned as eye’s shifted between her dominant figure and the floor as people retracted uncomfortably within the stiff room.
The attention of the female shifted from her surrounding’s to a small drop of blood crusted to an exposed piece of flesh on her chest. A taloned hand slowly rose to wipe the crusted liquid away. Scaled armor clung to her hour glass figure, covering only half of her flawless white skin. Her pants well-tailored to her frame adjusted as she sat in one of the chairs, patiently waiting for the figure she followed to descend from the upper quarters of the building.
“Ma’am you c-can’t s…sit there wi-without checking in….” voiced a male from behind the mysterious woman.
Slowly turning around the girl tilted her head curiously, her hungry eye’s looking past the shrinking man.
“O-Or not…” He murmured, his body continuing to shrink away as piercing eyes remained unmoving.
“Oooor” A soft seductive purr quietly left her mouth.
“You’re going to turn around… and see that piece of art above the counter…?” She quietly asked, her seductive tone luring the man in.
“Y-Yes…?” He asked.
“Once the figure from upstairs comes down…” Her hand slyly slid up in the air, a well-groomed nail edging the ragged man to come closer. It didn’t take long for the man to step forward, close enough for the woman to whisper her demands to the man.
He nodded his head and a koi grin pulled along her full pink lips.
“Good” She purred, a pleased note hanging within the air.
“Go now.” Was all she needed to say for the man to turn around and walk away, back to the small group he’d been originally mingling with.
With that, the heavy steps of boots hit the stairs, each piece of wood screaming quietly as an old friend descended down into the mass. Within second’s a familiar face was within the crowd, receiving odd looks from the mortals who so foolishly hid inside.
Her voice wasn’t loud, the name of a once known friend hung within the air once it left her lips. Within seconds of gaining her attention, the man the creature had spoken to darted behind the main desk, grabbing the large framed piece of art. His eye’s said it all… He didn’t want to but she had asked, and he had to act. His arms flexed and the heavy piece of art came slamming down on the employee behind the desk, the art wrapping and breaking over the keepers head.
Gasps arose and then, she had created it… Chaos.


http://lunardeth.wix.com/roleplay_info#!searrinna-forlyth

OOC: I'll post her picture here soon, but that's her from my link.

 

[BurningWillows]

Chaos erupted in the small inn, some flinging themselves at the exit, others rushing to add the woman behind the desk stuck in a painting, and one or two taking the opportunity to cause a brawl.

Humans, Vale thought pathetically, her reddened iris' scanning the crowd. She pulled the cloth covering her mouth farther up her nose. With chaos like this, being unique wasn't an advantage. If any of these drunken fools suspected she was any kind of beast their testosterone filled panic would turn on her. Likely, trample her too.

The only exit door burst open and people began filing out, mostly shoving and pushing one another to get ahead. The quiet town turned noisy as people spilled into the streets, either returning home, or looking for a woman to fuck. Neither interested Valeraine, but she knew the woman in the far corner, Searrinna, was lapping it up like a puppy.

Vaguely she considered ignoring the other demon, but Vale was a creature of curiosity as Searrinna was one of chaos. Crossing her pale arms across her chest she strolled confidently over to the table, plunking herself down and stealing a half filled beer mug from the next table over.

"Five minutes," Valeraine spat, draining the alcohol, "Five minutes before this bar refills with an angry mob, and I don't want to be here when it does. I just got fresh blood off my being."

The trees whipped past him as he ran, his feet gracefully dodging ever root or stone trying to trip him. His speed was unmatched; wind slapped his face as he rushed through the forest, able to outrun most beasts that inhabited the woods.

Xael stopped short of a small clearing that cut into his path. In the middle of the clearing was a tiny hut, not big enough for more than two people. Smoke billowed from its chimney, telling him that someone was home. Caution took over, and he stepped stealthy towards the cabin, his golden eyes scanning for any traps or signs of trouble. As he neared the first window he caught sight of movement. Inside, a cloaked figure was bent over a small wooden table. His nose picked up the scent of blood. Too much blood. Enough to kill a mortal, as he suspected. Sure enough, as he moved around the backside of the hut he found two bodies lying over one another, a shovel beside them to be buried. Whoever was inside was either responsible, or knew who was.

Logic told him to continue on and leave this matter to someone else, since none of this concerned or inflicted him. Walking around the bodies, he continued his silent steps towards the treeline. He was within feet of the shadowed forest when his ears picked up the sound of a door opening, and the soft footsteps of someone coming outside into his line of sight.

 

[BloodMoon]

A darkened grin pulled at Searrinna’s lips. Her head shifted slightly as Valeraine made her way towards the evil creature.
“5 Minutes is enough to feed me.” The innocence rung within her seductive voice. Her eye’s seemed to sweep around her before focusing on the armored woman before her.
Searrinna’s thin figure leaned back within her seat, her eye’s moving from her company to her nails, each finger clicking against the next.
“Worried about only a couple humans?” She asked, her attention still on her perfect nails.
Within the background the shuffles and loud remarks of villagers softly hummed as the two woman sat quietly in a back corner. Suddenly her eye’s shifted up and a thought processed.
“Your worried rumor’s will spread from this village to the Cleansed City aren’t you?” Her words edged along a more serious side of the demon. Within these times, having the largest city against you left you with little contracts and more casualties then normal. Normally it wasn’t an issue, but this town was close enough to spread word to the main city of the region.
The woman tilted her head in the opposite direction, her fine eyebrows lifting as her eyes examined the other woman. Searrinna shifted up, her casual non-nonchalant composure turning into a more serious curiosity. The redheaded demon tapped her nails against one another as she waited impatiently for an answer.



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**OOC:Still working on Lunar's.... too....

For now http://lunardeth.wix.com/roleplay_info#!lunar-deth is her link**


A fowl odor entered her nose, then followed by the silent sound of feet cautiously making their way around the small clearing. The girl quietly bit the corner of her lip as she watched a cloaked man slowly strip the flesh from a once living body along a table in the main room. Towards the back of the room the girl groggily wiggled, attempting to regain control of her own muscles. Every minute she sat quietly and helplessly she could feel each nerve begin to slowly come back to life. While most of her body still slumbered, the other small portion in which she had regained control remained in agony.
Her clothes had been stripped, a set of shackles bound her wrists and ankles together, leaving the small creature in a bloodied lump within a small cage. Her hair matted and bloodied clung to her soft moonlike skin, while her body remained torn and shredded from a fight in which she’d been out numbered.
Both silver molten eyes watched silently as the creature continued to strip the being not far from where she laid. The blood pooled around the floor, and mixed into the pool of her own crimson liquid.
But as soon as the scent was there it had faded, the being wandering by had passed. As soon as she thought she was alone again with the man, the hooded figure had lifted its head. As soon as the scent disappeared, so had the hooded figure, the soft click of the door proving his exit of the small home.

 

[BurningWillows]

Vale scoffed, "The Cleansed City, what an arrogant name for a large town. Just because a handful of has-been bankers and CEOs live there, they believe they have created some kind of utopia city. Humans are as they have always been: greedy. That city was built on lies and false power."

She watched the other demon shift in her seat as she continued, "However, rumors can hurt when it comes to hunter contracts. But when did that ever interest you, Searrinna? Last time I looked, you were no monster slayer. The only beasts you slay are the men you invite to your bed."

Valeraine cocked her head, pulled her scarf over her face down to show off her pearly white fangs, every tooth in her mouth sharpened to a fine tip. Her ears could pick up the dying noises from outside as men found their ways home, or passed out in the street. Those that had remained in the bar for the innkeepers sake had either left or taken up residence in the farthest corner from the two demons. Thankfully the shadows played in their corner, keeping Vale's teeth hidden from human eyes.

Two cloaked figures standing in the clearing in broad daylight. How ominous, Xael thought, his lips stretching into an amused smile.

Ahead of him the other cloaked man stood, and he was indeed a man by his stature and broad shoulders. The smell of fresh blood danced in Xael's nose, telling him that either this was the murderer, or the only survivor. The former felt like a safer option as the cloaked man lifted his arm to reveal a short sword.

"Honestly, I'm not really looking to fight," Xael shrugged, his rich voice floating across the clearing, "I have better places to be today."

No response. Just a step forward. Internally, Xael groaned, knowing he'd have to fight this lunatic to continue on with his day. And with the weight of the setting sun on his back, he had to keep his hood far over his eyes to shield his skin from the rays until night came, making it harder to see.

Coming closer the figure swung and Xael dodged, lifting his bow and knocking an arrow into place, then firing it at the other man's right knee. In a blink of an eye he had moved several feet, avoiding the arrow and rushing Xael. The inhuman speed told Xael that he was dealing with no mortal killer, and the fight took on a more serious tone. Dropping his bow, he reached for his two knives, both half an arm length in size. With these he dueled off the sword, always keeping a few seconds ahead of the wide swings the cloaked man made.

The man swung in a wide arc and Xael saw his chance, doing a falling roll until he was behind the man then jumping up and swinging his body with his arms outstretched, both his knives striking flesh. The first caught the man's ear and the second his neck, and blood instantly soaked the hood. With two fingers, Xael wrenched the hood back, revealing an older man, but no sooner had the sun hit his face then smoke billowed, as his flesh began to crisp and burn.

A high pitch scream of agony and fury deafened Xael as the man launched himself at him sending them both to the grassy floor. They wrestled until the man's face was on flames, the heat seeping through Xael's armor. Trying to shove him off, he gave one final push and the man fell over...still gripping Xael's hood. Immediately the sun was in his eyes and his cheeks began to pop and sizzle, the pain turning to torture in seconds. His eyes watered enough that his vision grew blurry, and he could not see which direction to go. He grasped for his hood but it seemed torn and he couldn't get a proper grip to pull it back on. Kicking away from the dying man, Xael tried to get up but was off balance and fell back to his knees. Quickly he crawled until his fingers smacked wood -the cabin, and he stood up using it to keep him standing, then feeling his way towards the door to the cabin. Behind him, the screams had died into mewling pants as the other man slowly withered. Vampire, Xael thought as his own skin peeled off, causing him great amounts of pain.

Finally his hands found the door and he shove it away, stumbling into the cabin. At once the burning ceased and his skin began repairing itself slowly. The smell of death and blood was strongest here, but it was nothing like the smell of his own burnt flesh. He waited, letting his skin heal and his eyesight return.

 

[BloodMoon]

“A town that’s going to soon be overrun. You know large mass’s attract the beasts.” Searrinna’s voice purred as her body leaned back into the worn wooden seat. On that note, with the rich living within the walls of the Cleansed city, once a beast had surpassed the main walls, it left nothing but a slaughter house within.
“They defiantly can… Specially when they find out their hunter’s aren’t human.” Searrinna’s tone darkened, a spark lighting within the eye’s of the seductive demon.
“Hunting has nothing to do with me. But when there’s a certain hunter out there, it becomes my business.” Her voice seemed to drop an octive as Searrinna’s eye’s connected with Valeraines. The demon watched the girl’s reaction, pointed teeth didn’t faze her. Slowly the demon’s hand slid down her leg and hung beside her, her hand twisting and churning the air below her both smoothly and slowly. With each motion the darkness seemed to build within their corner, blowing out the small torch only several feet from them along with the lamp on the table.
“atleast I get laid Vale, now… You’re going to answer a couple questions. If you do so quick enough I’ll let you be before the mob comes.” The game was over for her. On that note it almost seemed like the mortal’s within the room caught the darkness, quickly leaving the room to attend to other tasks.
“I’m looking for a man. One of which is half Angel Half Demon….” She paused for a moment, seemingly tasting the air before returning to her statement.
“… And it’s rumored you spoke with him last.” Searrinna’s eyes didn’t waver for a second as she awaited an answer.

Movement was slowly becoming more and more possible. The creature in which had tranqued her gone within the sound’s of sparring outside. Pain seized her chest yet again, her teeth seeming to grow and sharpen amidst the process.
Suddenly it had stopped, Lunar’s ears twitched as the smell of fresh blood and burning flesh pierced her nose. The girl’s head moved back only slightly, the blood fueling a deeper desire within her.
After what felt like an eternity, the front door opened. A tall figure quickly scattering into the small home, the fresh smell of blood tightening the girls stomach. Both of Lunar’s large silver eye’s darted to the figure, a deep snarl beginning to rumble within her bloodied chest. As she stared at the man, she could feel the heated embrace of her inner beast begin to take control. She was defenseless, wounded, and unable to move, leaving the girl at the whims of the man before her.

 

[BurningWillows]

It wasn't like her to say this much. Valeraine normally remained quiet on all matters, and she'd already spoken more than enough to Searrinna. Even as the other demon used magic to make their corner darker, Valeraine casting her eyes towards the door, watching the last of the patrons leaving, and wishing she could join them.

"I get laid," she growled, not turning back to Searrinna and not elaborating.

As she hinted about Eli, Valeraine stiffened, pulling the scarf back up her face. This is what she wants. Elijah. I should've left.

"I have't seen him in weeks," she lied smoothly, "And I do not keep track of his. He is no pet of mine. Good luck in your search."

Standing up, she quickly fled the inn, beelining it into the trees before any soul saw her. Once shrouded in cover she slowed her pace to a walk, turning her sights northbound, towards Cleansed City.

His ears caught the sound of breathing before his eyes landed on the naked girl locked in a cage. Xael's first reaction was to be wary -there were no good reasons to be locked up- and then concerned. Stepping towards her, he put on a soft smile and bent to her eye level, trying not to alarm or startle her.

"Do you want out?" he asked simply.

 

[BloodMoon]

“Yeah right, that little angel of yours doesn’t count.” She snarled, the skin around her eye’s tightened as Searrinna’s pupils shrunk and the red within her eye’s began to darken.
“Your lying. If you don’t watch your step you won’t be hunting much longer.” Searrinna’s voice deepened another octave, the seductive tone still faintly lingering under the seriousness of her statement.
With that she watched the girl dart from the room. Standing Searrinna looked around, her shoulders shifting as her head swiftly moved from side to side, allowing a loud bone popping noise to fill the empty room. Her form quickly strutted out the door, her eye’s overlooking the dark streets to see what blood she could possibly spill before leaving the unnamed town.
As if on que, a small group of people wielding both torches and pointed weapons rounded the corner around a small hut. Their voice’s loud with rage and from what Searrinna could taste…. Fear.
The shadows clung to the ground as if a fog was rolling in from the tavern itself. Small tendril’s rose from the shadows, seemingly giving life to the gloom.
The redheaded woman’s hands flattened by her sides, her talon like nails glimmering within the low light. Only a little more Chaos and she’d be happy. She’d be fed. The small group slowed to a halt, Searrinna’s curvy figure stepping down the stairs to turn and grin at the crowd.
The demon lunged forward, the human’s not yet ready for her quick response. Her talon’s glided through various bodies, torches, pitch forks, knifes and other pointed weapon’s, all of which dropped to the ground as the woman’s nails sliced through various solid bodies.
Within second’s they began to scream, blood staining the dirt while civilians ran, and other’s attempted to face the demonic being. As the woman sleekly sliced through warm bodies, a small child stepped out of a home, their small eye’s peering up at the woman.
His tiny hands, no bigger than half the size of Searrinna’s palm, gripped a small tattered blue blanket, his little legs quivering as the bloodied woman stepped up to him.
Slowly bending down, the woman’s bloodied nail slid up to rest under the child’s chin, her glowing eye’s eagerly staring down at the small unknowing creature.
“Go back inside, and rest. This is all a nightmare.” Her voice cooed, her nail sliding down the child’s neck to softly nick his collarbone.
“You will not come back outside after the sun sets. You will not come outside during a commotion, and you will grow to an age none of these beings know. Now go.” Her voice softly purred. The child’s eye’s teared with the pain and fear. Slowly nodding the child turned around and went back into the tiny hut.
As the demon began to rise, a piercing pain flourished within her upper shoulders. The woman turned quickly to find a villager, eye’s wide and hands shaking within the air.
“Why…. How lovely…” She growled, a hand reached behind her to pull a large pitchfork out of her back.
Within second’s the man dropped to the ground, his beating heart gripped tightly within Searrinna’s hand.
“Another one bites the dust.” Her head tilted slightly, her hand dropping to her side, allowing the organ to fall to the ground as she distastefully turned and disappeared within the darkness.



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His words clung to her ears, her silver eye’s looking up at him distrustfully. The human side, well withdrawn screamed yes inside, but then again she didn’t have control. The pain, and the bloodlust outlined her vision, it fueled the inner wolf within her, before she knew it a deepened snarl rumbled within her shredded chest, the vibration ripping more pain throughout her body.
The growling stopped, the pain flourishing to the point her vision flickered. Her teeth bit down into her lip, tearing at the soft flesh as the girl laid staring at the man, unable to both speak, nor move.

 

[BurningWillows]

The moon would be full tomorrow.

Ashlin chewed on her bottom lip, staring up at the darkening sky where stars had already begun to appear while the sun continued to set. She pulled her cloak closer to her body, standing alone and anxious on the balcony of her suite. A purse of coins and a little sultry look and Ash had gotten herself a nice room at one of the inns of Cleansed City. It was a welcomed change from the harshness of the woods, one that she could only enjoy for a single night before returning into those bitter trees.

Stop thinking on it. Enjoy the night.

Never had her purse been so full, and she did indeed plan to enjoy herself. One of the bankers children had grown ill, and under the disguise as a medicine woman she was able to heal the child. In return he had given her a month's worth of warm meals and soft beds. Tonight, however, she planned to spend a little extra on a well-deserved feast.

Tossing her raven black hair over her shoulders she strutted across the room, dropping the cloak at her sides. Downstairs a table had been set out for her alone, with a menu sitting upright for her indulgance. The "city" was the only place that anyone could find pre-outbreak food. Everywhere else had to start from scratch or memory, but the innkeepers of Cleansed City had grasped their hands on some of the best recipes. One in particular, a pasta dish with a cream sauce, was served at the very inn she had chosen to rent a room from.

Ordering her food and a glass of whatever wine they had available, Ashlin relaxed to the sounds around her. Behind her a group of men spoke of their recent hunting trip where they found a deer, and two tables to her right was a couple arguing over who worked harder. The sounds became a numbing drill in her ear, stuffing out any other thoughts she could have. Momentarily she shut her eyes, trying to drown herself in the noise.

The heavy stench of alcohol crossed past her and the sound of a chair being pulled out made her eyes snap open. Across from Ash was a man taking a seat at her table, seeming more concerned with finding the right stool position then asking for an invitation to join.

"Uh..."

Sloshing his beer on the table, he looked up and gave her a crooked grin, scratching the scruff growing on his chin.

"You ain't my wife," he muttered, confused for only a second, "Eh, but you...you are prettier. Need a warm bed tonight sweetheart?"

His words were slurred, drunken. Ashlin swallowed the bile filling her throat, wanting nothing more than to get rid of him so she could enjoy the night.

"No thanks," she pursed her lips, trying to hold back from biting his head off, "I'm fine."

"Yes-s...you are," his head wobbled as he tried for a seductive tone and failed, "Sexy thing like you shouldn't be a-a-alone. A shiny coin if...if you fuck me."

Ashlin's nostrils flared and her violet eye's grew to slits. Breathe, just breathe. He's just some asshole looking to score.

Or we could tear him limb from limb. Ah, choices.

Don't. Just let him walk away.

"Fuck off," Ash hissed, shoving the table slightly into his chest and making him tip back, "Not interested."

His hand reached out, as if to grab onto something to steady himself, then slapped down on her own hand lying clenched on the table. The unwanted touch made her stomach churn faster as she ripped her hand away, fury blazing white hot.

She opened her mouth to tell him off when someone new neared, catching the corner of her eye.

He could see turmoil behind her eyes, but was unsure what caused it. She wasn't speaking, neither a positive nor negative note on his part. And Xael didn't want to leave her in there, but he was also hesitant to get attacked once more if she was feral.

Cautiously he found the blood stained keys on the table and opened the cage for her, jumping to the side as he swung the door open. At first she made no movement, and worried that he had misjudged her and that she had suffered wounds Xael moved to the opening to pull her out. He paused as his hand began to reach out to her, seeing a flicker of movement in her glassy eyes as she watched him.

Backing away again, Xael folded his arms over his chest and muttered, "I'm trying to save your life. Either you bloody well crawl out or I'll just leave you to your own devices."

 

[BloodMoon]

The crowd seemed slightly louder than normal men fumbled drunk around the tavern while woman disgustingly shoved them away. While only few walked away with a lady on their arm, other’s where forced to hang their head. A figure shook his head, a large leather hood hiding his face from the world around him. His tattooed hand grasped a small cup, filled with an amber like liquid. Slowly the mysterious figure lifted the drink to a shaded face while his ear’s twitched with every conversation going on around him. Admist the crowd, he could hear a familiar voice echoing disgust. His head turned ever so slightly, picking up on the conversation between a girl and a drunken man. Normally he’d just listen and laugh no matter the circumstance, but in this case someone could end up dead. If anyone ended up dead, it didn’t work out well for him. Standing, his 6’6 form loomed over the bar, his arms resting to his side as his cloak engulfed the rest of his well built form. His heavy boot’s clunked against the wood, each grain screaming with his weight as the man made his way across the room. Within only a couple steps the hooded figure was at the table, a hand reaching up to grab the drunken mortal. His arm only slightly moved as the figure was swiftly lifted off his feet, the hooded man pulling the man up to look at his shadowed face.
“The lady said leave. If you don’t understand this you’ll be in a dumpster eating with the rats real quick.” The voice was low and unmoving, a deep bitterness underlining his masculine voice.
As soon as he had picked up the figure, had the man hit the floor, his hands and feet scrambling to move away from the malicious man.
“Next time, don’t even look his way Ash.” The deep voice instructed, his piercing emerald eye’s watching the girl.

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She still couldn’t feel her legs or arms. The feeling had only just started coming back to her shoulders chest and neck. While he asked her to move she just continued to watch. Between the heavy binds to her wrists and ankles, and the toxin she’d been injected with moving voluntarily wasn’t an option. Her tooth sank deeper into her soft flesh, leaving blood to trickle down her lip and fill her dry mouth.
She couldn’t speak still. But she could sense his hesitation. Even the beasts desire to be free was strong enough to allow the growling to rumble down to a soft grunt within her chest. Her eye’s closed and a soft puff flew out of her nostrils. Slowly the beast was withdrawing, knowing for the time it wasn’t needed. Her heart fluttered and her mouth slowly opened, her bloodied pointed teeth standing out against the faint pink of her bloodless lips.
“C-C-Can’t.” Her words softly stuttered. While usually her words where strong, she herself wasn’t strong enough to even talk.

 

[BurningWillows]

C-c-can't."

Her voice was dry and forced, like just the word took all her strength. Xael's unbeating heart softened and he moved once again closer to the cage, kneeling to get a better look at her predicament. Gently he swept his hand down her closest arm, feeling her icy skin. His fingers grasped the binds he hadn't seen before and his free hand drew out a knife, slicing threw her bonds with ease. He did the same to her ankles, careful not to touch anywhere that would make her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, gathering her in his arms and pulling her out of the cage, gently lifting her and setting her down on the bare mattress in the hut.

Xael lay her on her side, then pulled his cloak off and set it over her, to give her some decency. While she rested he did his best to clean up, throwing the half eaten flesh on the table out the window for the wolves to eat at night, and mopping up the blood around the hut with whatever sheets he could find, until the hut didn't reek as heavy as it had minutes before.

"Any better?" he asked, returning to the slender girl lying on the mattress.

Pulling the only chair towards where she lay, he sat and waited, stubborn to learn how she had found herself in such a predicament.

Ashlin looked up, shocked the stranger knew her name, "Because I asked for his drunk attention. How do you know my name?"

Her violet eyes narrowed, trying to see under the hood that shielded his face. The only feature she could discern was his emerald green eyes. Those eyes sparked a delicious memory, and a cautious smile stretched her rosy lips. The last time she had seen those eyes they were skimming her naked body as she lay next to him in some forgettable inn, feeding him grapes with her fingers, one by one.

The memory turned bittersweet as she remembered what happened after and her smiled faltered.

"Elijah?"

She gestured to the now empty stool as a barmaid scuttled past him and served her meal and a glass of wine, "How did you find me?"

 

[BloodMoon]

His posture changed, and her inner beast calmed. Any threat’s seemed to dissipate as her body laid in front of him, bare, shredded, and unmovable. Carefully her bound’s where released, her dead weight being softly laid on the floor before he did something both shocking, and gracious. His weighted clothes softly rubbed against her bloodied skin as he picked her up. While he carefully handled her, there was only small parts of her body she could feel still.
Her bloody matt’s clung to her neck, while other clumps stuck to the mans clothes, smearing cold crimson liquid over his gear. While he laid her down pain flourished throughout her chest and shoulders, a soft airy yelp left her fleshy lips, Lunar’s large silver eye’s closing as she gulped back a dry scream. The woman’s head swung to the side, while her finger’s twitched ever so slightly. Another wave of blood filled her nostrils as her wound’s wept.
She could hear him shuffle around while she laid silently, a soft material suddenly resting against the part’s she could feel. Opening her eye’s she discovered his cloak, the dense material covering her bare form respectfully. Her eye’s examined the material, blood stains both fresh and old lingered along the outside of cloak, while other parts remained battered and beaten from various battles with what could be a number of things. Question’s filled her head, always returning back to the main question…. Why.
Suddenly the sound’s of shuffling, the scent of blood slowly decreasing within the small cottage. While the sweet thud of the meat he’d thrown away hummed in her ears. With what energy she had, Lunar turned her heavy head towards the man, her head no longer facing the wall the cot was pushed against. Her large wolfish eye’s watched him, curiosity within her building.
It took a moment, her jaw opening long before anything could exit her dry mouth.
“….Th…” Her eye’s fluttered closed as she tried to swallow the dryness away, only to swallow air.
“Thank you” Lunar’s words where soft and meak. Not even a shadow of her bold wolfish voice.
His body stopped moving, having cleaned what he could of the small wooden home before he shifted his attention back on her. She watched silently, her head lying heavily against the cot.

~~

“Of course you asked for it. You asked the moment you came into the room.” He stated, a tattooed hand sliding up softly to scratch at the stubble along his rigid jawline. Eli could see it took her a moment to process who was standing in front of her. Taking one more step, Eli gracefully pulled out the opposite stool to hers, his form sweeping down to sit on the hard wooden chair.
“You leave tracks easier to follow then a Goliath.” His deep, rough voice softly informed her. His hand’s lifted to clunk down on the table, the thick bind’s and leather straps along his wrists and arms hit the table with a soft thud. The mans emerald orbs focused on Ash’s striking violet eyes, the vivid color capturing his attention with a well-remembered memory.
“Now the question is, why you haven’t been here sooner.” He stated, his solid figure leaning forward ever so slightly.



**OOC:Sorry btw, I wanted to throw something up before I passed out, I'll proof read and fix any error's tomorrow... I just wanted to make sure I posted **

 

[BurningWillows]

Valeraine had waited until the sun had set to move from her usual slow pace into a quick run, dashing through the trees. The demon blood in her pounded, making her even faster so that she was only a blur. With her time, she'd be at the last city in an hour.

She knew it was foolish to run to him, after finding out Searrinna wanted Elijah. But he had mentioned he'd be in the city, and the alternative was leaving him for that bitch with so much as a warning. And she owed him a favor, which she loathed; a demon owing anyone never ended well. She's probably following me, Vale thought annoyed, chastising herself, But I need to tell him, without getting near him in any way.

Silently she continued forward, thinking up a plan as she raced through the brush.

She was watching him now. Her pale eyes looked like giant saucers, where the full moon had once danced and left it's mark. In a way, even covered in blood and in pain, she was gorgeous.

Xael caught his thoughts and stopped himself. This woman was in pain, and he was considering her looks, not her health. The vampire leaned forward, watching her eyes move with him, "Are you healing?"

He was unsure if she was nonhuman or not, but the former was his best guess. Most humans couldn't withstand the pain she endured. From the abrasions on her body, and the amount of blood...she'd endured a great deal.

Vampires didn't need that kind of torture. They were undead, but cruelty came from the man within, not the beast. They needed blood, but only enough to sustain their life. Without it, their immortality would slowly fade away and they would be faced with their death once more, since death was the only way to become a vampire. Xael visited brothels once a month to feed, making his feeding sensual and fun.

This beast ate flesh, so his enjoyment came from the kill and the fear. Fear he had kept caged up, beating her when she grew too calm. That wasn't the vampire's doing, but the man within.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, surprised at his genuine worry.

"I asked for it?" Ash's nostril's flared and she gulped her wine, feeling it hit her empty stomach, "If a woman can't have a decent meal without being pawed at, then I wish I were a man."

She ignored his next smart remark, choosing not to argue with him over that. Her food was delicious and she dug in, letting him say what he like while she ate. What he said next made her choke though. The sudden mood swing from pissed to flirty always caught her off guard. But she knew better; last time she had listened to his flirtatious tone she had ended in his bed for a scandalous night, and then was ungraciously dumped, with no goodbye or mention that he was leaving.

Ash caught the eyes of one of the bar maiden's watching Eli intently. She blushed at first, thinking she was caught by the man's lover, but Ash instead tilted her head towards him, beckoning her forwards as she continued eating. Out of his eyesight, Eli didn't know who she nodded at until the woman was at their table, her amble chest practically spilling over the tight corset she wore around her waist.

Since the outbreak, many had returned to older fashioned wear like corsets and skirts. Ash preferred her skin tight black pants and matching attire, all of which flaunted her beauty, but also singled her out amongst other women.

"She wishes for your attention," Ashlin spoke too sweetly, letting sarcasm drip from her words, "Perhaps you shall leave her bed tonight with more than silent farewell."

Anger surged and she left her half eaten plate on the table, scooping her wine and standing. Circling to the bar, she bought an entire bottle of whiskey and retreated to her quarters, sending a glare of daggers in Elijah's direction as the whore sat on the table, gobbling up his attention.

 

[BloodMoon]

S~

She moved within the shadows. Each step silent and effortless as she jumped from branch to branch, her attention focused on the petite figure before her. It hadn’t taken Searrinna long to find the young woman after she’d played around in the unnamed village she’d met the girl in. The darkening scenery hid her well, but while it did that, it hid the gruesome creatures in which had come from the deadly outbreak. The forest seemed to grow still, even the night creatures seemed to dissipate and hide while a gruesome stench began to fill the fresh air. Searrinna’s slim figure came to a halt while her eye’s scanned the area cautiously.
It was here… Hidden within the shadows. While Searrinna didn’t fear the creatures, she knew it could cause enough trouble to put the bait she’d set, off track.
As soon as she had seemingly stopped, had the faint sound of shackles filled the deathly still air. Jumping to a side tree a large ghostly figure replaced her. It’s tentacle like legs floating above the sturdy branch, the tips fading into nothingness, while its arms flung around its figure. Large talon’s left a valuable reason to evade, it’s other arm changed shape into a large, sharp scythe like weapon. Its eye’s glimmered within the dark while the rest of its putrid head faded into the darkness.
Glowing red eye’s glared at the creature before her.
“You’re not welcome here Wraith. I’m not the being your hunting.” She instructed, her voice darkening while an unknown accent creeped into her seductive tone. With that it’s head turned, quickly searching the forest for the creature it was hunting, it’s figure fading within the darkness only to reappear apon the ground, it’s head continuing to twist and turn in unusual angles.
Her focus shifted from her mission to linger apon the wraith, sitting only meter’s underneath Searrinna’s fit form.

--
L~

As soon as her attention was fully focused on him, had he returned the same amount of eye contact. Her large silver molten eye’s tracing over the small details she could see of his face. He’d asked her a question but speaking was still hard.
Lunar’s fingertips twitched ever so slightly, Each moment she’d spent on that bed, had the toxin began to wear off. The effect’s no longer lingering around her upper arms and toes. She could feel each wound seeping while they tried to stitch themselves together. While he asked about her wound’s, she thought about it, knowing they wouldn’t even begin to start healing until her blood pumped away the numbing feeling of what ever the man had injected her with.
It seemed like it was days she’d been there. She’d been jumped by 4 men, all of which where of different origins with different strengths and weakness’s. But she had faltered and she had been left to suffer for days. Most of the blood he’d cleaned had been hers. Between the struggle she’d put up, the torture she’d been forced through, then eventually she’d been dumped in that small cage. Bound and bloody. Almost as if he’d left her there for another reason. Lunar bit the cover of her lip again, a sharpened canine piercing the flesh to reopen her lip.
Another question. He seemed full of them as her eye’s continued to watch his posture and his reaction to her wounded form. Taking a deep breath, pain shot through her lungs. Lunar nodded softly to his second question, word’s caught within her dry throat. Her eye’s stared up at him intently, curiosity filling her wonderous eye’s as to why he’d stayed to help her distressed figure. Closing her eyes, she took a breath and opened her mouth, blood filling trickling into her mouth, dampening her throat.
“Why?” Lunar’s voice was soft, taking a large amount of effort for only a single word.

--
E~

A dark sexy grin pulled at Eli’s lips.
“I bet you there’s not one male soul in this room that wish’s that.” His dark voice slyly commented while the mans eye’s groped her figure hungrily. Eli’s weathered fingers interweaved as he leaned back slightly, his eye’s never once wavering from the feminine figure before him. Even as she nodded to another figure behind him, his eye’s stayed trained on Ashlin. The man tasted the air, he’d thrown her off again. Amusement pulled even more at his pierced lips.
As soon as he’d caught her attention, her disgust flavored his mouth. Jealousy. His eye’s lit up, an almost holy light lighting up the darkness within his emerald orbs. With Ash, he never could get enough of her jealousy. While it was a potential hazard, the Halfling didn’t hesitate when it came to her.
Their night together still lingered freshly against his tanned skin, each touch of her skin had been electric. While the demonic side of him played a huge portion in his seduction, the angelic side held some moments, secretly caressing each moment. Her taste, her sweet - sweet ever feeding taste was like no other, her skin like touching an electric fence… Addictive. He adored her taste, from head to toe… Loved the feeling of her inside and out. But Eli wasn’t one to stay with only one woman. The chase for each woman was just too amusing, before he threw them away for the next . Eli’s hand slid off the table, pulling the cloak around his hip back to pull out a beaten and overly squished red pack. The artwork well too faded to make out until the small top was pulled back to reveal slender white sticks, all soft and containing a flammable, but addictive substance. Pulling out a white stick, Eli placed it between his lips, his eye’s still remaining on the well annoyed girlish figure before him.
Before he could light the cigarette, had the bar wench excitedly bounced to the table they sat at. The woman’s attention too well trained on his broad figure. Before she could light the cigarette, had she stormed off, well disgusted with the sex appeal of the bar wench.
Eli couldn’t help but grin, his vision shifting to her tight ass strutting away angrily. With that, the man stood. Eli’s tall, broad figure loomed over the waitress, his hand moving up to wave her away before his body followed Ash’s upstairs.
Quickly but silently, he watched her slam her door closed before he followed and opened the door. Quickly slipping in Eli closed the door behind him before he overlooked the small basic room. His eye’s watched her, his intimidating stature making his way across the room to push the ravened haired beauty against a wooden wall. His hand’s gripped her upper arms, allowing a hand to snap up to her chin, pulling her head back before his head leaned down, forcing his soft luscious lips against hers. He pulled his head back and looked down at her, a sly grin pulling at one side of his lips.
A hand slid around her back, sliding down to tightly grasp her ass, his dark eye's sparkling mischievously. Without even as much as a word, did the man turn and leave the room. As quickly as he'd been there, had he left... Leaving no trace other then the woman he left. Turning down the hall to silently make his way down the stairs before wandering back up to the waitress.
Her curvy figure standing infront of a table, taking their orders.
"Get your own bloody meals. This one's mine for the night." His voice was strict, the deep tone rumbling within his chest, shocking not just the woman but the various men sitting at the table before that.
Without breaking his stride, Eli picked the woman up bridal style within his strong arms. The rock hard bands of muscle flexing enough to show through the leather sleeves of his cloak. Her arm's flew up around his neck, a joyful squeal leaving her lips as he nodded at the front desk.
"Upstairs." Her lips where soft against his ear, softly mumbling a room number to him. Without a thought his figure glided up an opposite flight of stairs, leading them down a similar hallway before they disappeared behind a wooden door.

 

[BurningWillows]

Vale heard the sounds of shackles behind her and quickened her pace. She knew there was a handful of beasts it could be, all of which would hinder her progress. Searrinna would be on her trail, if she wasn't already.

Quicken it up, she ordered herself, stepping up her pace another notch, so her muscles began to ache. Behind her the sounds were fading, getting farther off. Cleansed City was getting closer and closer. Briefly she considered changing course; Elijah could figure it out himself. But she could here the sneering words from the smug asshole when he found out she didn't tip him off.

So she continued forward, annoyed but determined.

"Why?"

Xael could see her struggle with the single word and felt a twinge of guilt for pushing her to speak. Her question, he assumed, was directed to why he was being helpful.

For that, he always had an answer.

"Most people see a vampire and think 'emotionless, bloodthirsty, or dead'. I am none of the three and intend to prove it however I can. I feel as any other does. I felt anger seeing you locked up, and sympathy for your wounds. I am not bloodthirsty -I need only drink once a month, and the smell does not affect me. And I'm certainly not dead, as I am sitting here talking to you, angel."

He paused, watching her process her words slowly, as if even her brain was healing. He wondered how much damage had been done, but with how she struggled to speak, didn't want to push her.

"Would you like a story...to pass the time?" he asked instead, looking only for a nod of her head.

 

[BloodMoon]

S~

Her ears twitched, Searrinna’s head jolted back to the direction her pretty was heading.
“Wraith.” Her words purred, the creature looking up towards the tantalizing woman.
“Go find your prey. Once you find what you’re looking for… Find my essence. I have a task you can’t pass up.” Her cat like figure crouched, her glowing red eye’s watching over the grotesque creature.
With her words, a gurgling scream left its mouth, it’s large pointed teeth, exposed an rotting gleamed slightly within the darkness. With that the creature swept away, leaving the woman to turn back towards Vale. Just as quickly as Searrinna stopped, had the woman quickly began the chase again, her figure swiftly jumping branch to branch as the demon traced where her target had gone.

--

L~

Lunars eyes picked up his inner cringe, his well-being seemingly concerned for her beaten and incapacitated state. His words filled her head with more question. He was right… Most vampires the wolf had met were rarely friendly… Let alone as kind as this one was. While his heart might not beat he was right, he was there in front of her speaking and very much alive with a seemingly positive outlook on life. But everything she was seeing she was going between her instincts, and fro what this stranger was saying.
She opened her mouth again, attempting to be somewhat civil, even within her broken state.
“Yes.” Her soft velvet voice echoed, the blood still dampening her mouth and throat enough that speaking wasn’t as seemingly impossible.

 

[BurningWillows]

Ash was angry. No...no she was enraged. How dare he, she fumed, how fucking dare he come into my room, thinking he's all that and then leaving.

She was tempted to leave. Hell, she had begun packing her small bag before rethinking storming out. If she left, he won. If she stayed, he won as well.

"If I go looking to kick your ass, you win," she barked at empty air, tossing her bag on her bed in a huff.

Pacing her room didn't help either. The bottle of whiskey she had brought with her didn't do much but muddle her feelings towards Eli, drained to the last drop. She fell onto her bed, feeling the room spin and her thoughts traveled to what Elijah was probably doing. If she knew him well enough, he had gone back to the whore and was sleeping with her now, most likely face deep in her voluminous chest.

Not helping,she thought to herself, struggling back to her feet and tossing her cloak off.

Storming to the door drunk, she made her way downstairs and towards the door, but didn't make it past the bar. Ordering another bottle of whiskey she sat there drinking, letting the alcohol dull her anger until she was giggling over the bar counter. A few men approached her, but she waved them off. She wanted to drink alone until she could barely think, then pass out in her bed upstairs and be gone by the morning. Let Eli mull over that.

"Tamara?" a man took the left stool beside her, placing his hand on her arm with a look of surprise, "I didn't think I'd see you here."

"I didn't know she was here either," Ashlin laughed, trying to sit straighter, "Where is she?"

"No," he grabbed her arm as she reached for her bottle, "Tamara, this isn't you."

Oh. me.

"Wrong person," she hiccuped, pulling her arm from him as she swiped her whiskey and stumbled off the bar stool, "Try again later."

In her drunken state, Ashlin could barely walk, zigzagging through the crowd and trying her hardest not to fall on a man's lap. One or two asked if she needed help but she waved them off and continued forward. The stairs proved their own difficulty but she conquered them too, throwing herself at her suite door and stumbling into the room. Immediately she pulled at her outer layers, unlacing and unbuckling until only her thin corset remained, holding her breasts up and her waist in. She hadn't gotten to her pants or boots before a noise paused her. In the hall she could here the clump of boots and readied herself to the impending argument with Elijah.

Instead she was met with the same man from downstairs now standing in her door frame, looking a mixture of sad and angry.

"I'm not Tamara!" Ashlin yelled, her frustration with the night mixing with alcohol and coming to a head, "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"I know its you," he snapped back, stepping into her room and throwing the door half shut behind him, "It may have been almost a decade, but you haven't aged a day!"

First Eli's bullshit, and now this guy.

Just tell him what he wants to hear.

No. He needs to get out.

Work with him, not against him.

Shut up!

Ashlin's body shook and the urge to vomit pushed her to the tiny bathroom off the right wall of her room. Cleaning up, she returned to the room, and sighed at seeing him still there. Flouncing onto the bed, she waved at him to go, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Instead, he stepped forward to the end of her bed, watching her. Popping her eyes back open she tilted her head to look at him, giving him a plain angry pout. Surprise crossed his face, then fear, and suddenly clarity that had Ashlin's stomach drop farther than it already had.

"You're not Tamara!" he hissed, "Her eyes were green as emeralds. Demon!"

He lunged and she tried to roll away but failed. His body landed on hers and immediately she shoved at him, kicking and flailing, ignoring the protest of her lead heavy bones. He used her drunk state to get the upper hand, straddling her hips so she couldn't kick and reaching for her arms to trap her. Fear vibrated through her and she threw her hands at him, her fingers clawing at his face. As her skin touched his there was a spark and he screamed, twisting away as his howls became screeches. She looked up to see the skin on his cheeks burning away -the horror in his eyes.

She should help...heal him. But she watched. She watched, and some sick part of herself enjoyed seeing him suffer. But as soon as it started, footsteps began pounding down the hallway and Ashlin knew she couldn't be caught like this. Even drunk she could do a simple healing spell, pulling his face in with her hands until her palms touched the burning skin. Nothing happened.

Fuck.

She tried it again, but the words stuck on her tongue. Exasperated she tried a simpler spell, this one to pull the magick out of him...and back into herself. Instantly his yowls died, and she bit her tongue as pain lashed through her arms. Skin bubbled and peeled, but she forced her mewls down. The alcohol made it easier to cope, like it created a wall between her brain and her sizzling nerves.

"Are you okay?" someone asked amongst the crowd growing in the doorway.

Ashlin spoke quickly, stomaching the pain for as long as she could, "Just a little foreplay. May have gotten out of hand, right baby?"

She bucked her hips, making it look like they were playing. His bewilderment kept him silent, his eyes trained on her burning arms that she held at her sides to hide from the crowd. She listened as they began to disperse, pursing her lips to hold back the tears until she thought no one was looking. A soft click of the door told her someone closed it and her breath came out in a rush -then a sob- as she tossed the stranger to her side and crawled off the bed, huddling on the ground in agony.

 

[BurningWillows]

Xael leaned back in his seat and got comfortable. He had amassed several stories through his travels as a hunter, some from fables and books, others from his own experiences. He started with the easier fables, but could see she was bored of them.

He turned to one of his own stories, when he got trapped inside a cave with two succubi that were intent on fucking him to death. Literally. The story always brought a smile to his face. He'd run over a mile stark naked to the first town he found, after escaping them. When he returned, he brought a female hunter with him, but the succubi got to her too. After pulling her out of the cave he blew up the entrance, locking them inside. Told all the villagers the cave was cursed and never to enter it. Luckily they all believed him and no one questioned why he had returned the first time naked.

Another story was when he got so drunk one night between jobs that he challenged some hulk of a man to an arm wrestle. Worse, he passed out on the table before the match and woke up in the morning with a stolen purse and a heavy hangover.

He told her one story after the next, waiting patiently for her to gain strength back.

 

[BloodMoon]

E~

Sweat dripped down her neck, her eyelids fluttering ecstatically as a gruff sound left Eli’s throat. A hand moved up, scratching below his chin as he turned away from the wench. Her body laid bare, and used before him as she panted heavily into the ruffled sheets.
“Now sleep” His voiced cooed, his head turning ever so slightly to look at the woman. As if in second’s she was asleep, her bare form lying used and exposed. As Eli’s strong form began to grab his clothes a loud noise pierced the quiet, grabbing the man’s attention. Grabbing the door knob, Eli pulled the wooden door open, the cool air from the hallway hitting his well-tanned skin. Wandering bare and curiously out of the room, Eli followed the hallways, eventually coming to a small crowd built up outside of a familiar room. Without any hesitation Eli made his was over, his piercing emerald eye’s looking sternly over the crowd.
Small gasps, soft sighs, and sounds of male disgust quickly took the crowd while some woman stared at Eli’s perfectly nude body.
“Nothing to see. Go back to your rooms.” Eli’s voice lowly growled. No one objecting except a few straggling eyes.
“Go.” His hand waved them away as he casually wandered into Ash’s room.
“Trouble?” He asked, lifting a fine brow as he looked over the couple. He had to give her props, she’d snapped up a male quicker than the normal woman he’d become to know. Taking a step over, the man's nude frame stood before the two, Eli's large, slightly hard member dangling infront of the strangers face.

 

[BurningWillows]

His voice startled her out of her misery long enough for Ashlin to drag her head up from its curled position on her shoulder. She knew from experience that she had to endure the spell until it evaporated. Even if she could speak the words of a healing spell, her drunk state was too far gone to recite anything that wasn't English. But knowing that Eli could see her vulnerable only made the pain more insufferable.

With her waning strength she pulled herself back onto the bed and turned her torso away from Elijah, looking at the stranger she was growing quickly to hate. He hadn't uttered a word since he called her a demon, and she wasn't sure if he'd be of any help to her. But if he wasn't going to help her, he could at least leave.

She raised an eyebrow at him, clutching her arms to her chest to try and hide them from the halfling standing naked behind her. In any other scenario, Ash would be flushed from his indecency...and aroused. As it was, she was more focused on making it through the night alive.

He took her cue -she wasn't sure what he thought she was hinting at but she hoped it was in her favor- and ran with it. He leaned forward, looking like he was going to fall into her, but his lips brushed her ear instead.

"For her sake, I hope you slowly rot away, you stupid demon cunt."

With that he rolled off the bed, now standing behind her. Tears sprang at his harsh words and she didn't have the confidence or the strength to turn and watch him leave. Instead she sat there, crying silently, feeling drunk, stupid, and worst of all in constant blistering pain, and wishing nothing more than to escape into the night.

 

[BloodMoon]

E~

Eli’s eye’s watched the girl like a hawk. His hand’s curled up, the pressure flushing the tanned skin along his knuckles to a whitened fleshy color. While she was drunk, this man was firstly bothering her and secondly insulting her after she had invited her in. Eli’s hand reached out, his fingers uncurling with a protest as the man gripped the back of the strangers neck.
“She invited you in, and you insult her? Do you even know who the Fuck your insulting you common piece of shit?” The word’s came out like sandpaper, Eli’s deep voice growling throughout the room, adding a haunted feel to the darkened quarters.
Picking the man fully up, Eli turned him, his hand now resting under the mans chin with a death like grip. The stranger’s feet dangled well above the floor, while Eli’s grip slowly began to crush his wind pipe. A soft glow emanated from his set of emerald orbs, his pupils constricting as he took a deep breath.
“You will forget this. You will walk out of this tavern, out the city, and you will sacrifice yourself to the beasts rotting out of the compounds of this city. It is your choice. You where weary without Tamara, you miss her. Therefor you will sit down in the forest and not make a sound while they feed on your carcass.” With that Eli placed the man down, a ghost like shade washed over his face as air returned to his lungs.

“I’m weary… so weary…” the tone had changed, a solitary look fazed over his eye’s. With that, the man slowly stumbled out of the room, his spirit seemingly changed.
Looking back towards Ash, Eli gave a gruff, unimpressed grumble.
“The things I do for my toys…”He snarled softly, a dark glare shooting into the small woman’s back.
“And getting drunk is smart?” He asked, a thoroughly annoyed ring to his deep, masculine voice.

 

[BurningWillows]

Elijah's words numbed her, but she didn't move to save the man. Why should she? Her heart constricted, and a part of her argued to help him, but she ignored the voice in her head until it quieted.

Again the door opened and shut, announcing this time that she was alone with Eli. Biting her bottom lip to cease the tears, she slowly turned towards him as he spoke. Her bare arms were now slathered with her own blood, the sheets around her stained as well. The burning had stopped, but the pain wouldn't subside for hours, if not days, should Ashlin not be able to heal herself.

"Your toy?" she hissed, keeping her face slightly turned from him so he could see her glare but she couldn't gawk at his...nakedness.

She breathed, gaining enough strength in her voice to speak more than a few word, although the mixture of alcohol and pain were not helping, "I do...as I like...I'm no...no one's. Y-you can leave now...Elijah. There...are plenty...plenty of women to...fuck...in the city."

 

[BloodMoon]

E~

The darkened green orb’s rolled, a deeply annoyed look crossing his handsome chiseled features. Stepping forward, Eli grabbed at the sheet’s remaining at the woman’s bare feet. Eli’s hand’s softly grazed her quivering legs, the sheet softly resting against her drunken form as the Halfling pulled the slightly battered blanket.
“Or you can shut up and deal with the fucking fact that I’m here.” His voice was both dark, and strict. The hair’s on the man’s arms standing ever so slightly, his hand’s continuing to drag up the woman’s semi bare body. Finally his hand’s started to drag up her bloodied arms, a heated pain heating the vein’s under his skin. The pain flushed, and began to soften… While the demonic side gave him dark edges… The angelic side still remained. While the dark half dulled the lighter, it still worked for small tasks. The pain wouldn’t be fully gone, but enough to allow her battered state to rest peacefully, while giving her body a heightened chance to heal. Shaking his head, short bleached hair’s tickled his face as he pulled the blanket fully up her body.
“Now sleep… Sleep peacefully until your small form wakes healed.” His word’s soft, not quiet a demand but still a comment before the drained, and exasperated creature. The darkened side never dulled him… But whenever that holy light spread its glory, it wore on him. A draft chilled him, his softened member seeming to shiver in protest while the rest of his body seemed to weigh down as he stood behind her. Gravity pulled every fiber of his being down, his body collapsing onto the bed to lay parallel to Ash. Eli's eyes closed, his breathing slowed to a death like softness and his body stilled as rest overtook his now drained form. While his focus shifted out, the soft electric like touch of Ash's skin helped calm him. Never before had the man fully slept with a woman, something that Eli had never planned in doing a day in his life... Yet it oddly pleased some small voice hidden within a tiny crevice of his body.

 

[BurningWillows]

It took her most of the night to hunt down Elijah once she passed the city walls. She visited every brothel and inn, finally tracking down a bartender who lit up at his description. It was nearing dawn as Vale stomped up a thin set of stairs, pissed at having spent her night hunting for him. At this point she was suprised Searrinna wasn't breathing down her neck. Likely the minute she left Eli alone the other demon would pounce.

Not my problem though...that's his. Oh for fuck sakes Eli.

Vale walked in, the door barely creaking, and caught a full glance of Elijah's naked form sleeping beside a tiny, raven-haired woman. Walking around the bed she back handed his hip, hearing his soft sigh.

"Get up," she snarled, hitting him again on his naked thigh. When he refused to move she let out a stream of curses and threats, tempted to shove one of her blades into his well toned stomach.

Ash slept like an angel; Eli's sudden generosity had let her sleep through the night, with only a dull pain in her arms. Once in the night she had woken to find herself wrapped around Elijah's figure. Her head fit perfectly in the groove of his shoulder, and her tiny legs slipped easily around his. For a moment, she forgot he was a whore.

Finally she pulled away, pretending that sudden cold ache in her was nothing but the draft from the open balcony. Falling back asleep, Ashlin didn't wake until a woman's voice beside her bed woke her with a snarl.

"Get up!"

Ash remained still, letting herself wake up enough to access the situation. The woman was obviously pissed, but only at Elijah. Of course.

Rolling off the bed, Ashlin made it apparent that she was awake, ignoring the woman's stares. Making her way to the small bathroom she cleaned the blood off her arms and dressed, attempting to leave before Eli woke and she got dragged into some new trouble. Strolling out, she caught sight of a waking Elijah and an infuriated blonde woman standing over him. Ashlin paused, wondering if it was better to leave now or at least say goodbye.

 

[BloodMoon]

E~

Each strand of muscle ached… His body was stiff like the dead, and his mind wasn’t fully alert like it was when he awoke. But using the angelic side was foreign to him, it was rare and he lacked the will to place more attention to strengthen that half of his body.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up…” His voice grunted, his voice huskier and rougher then usual.
“…you won’t have any vocals to use anymore wench…” Eli groaned, his eyes still unopened as his body attempted to shift away but remained in the same spot. Even breathing felt like a task. His body was still recovering. Even the slightest use of light had taken it’s toll, and left him to attempt to recover. The blondes screeching continued to drill into his ears, allowing for a ghostly sensation of his ears bleeding. Laying still, he could feel the woman he’d slept next to attempt to escape, leaving him within a battered mess between a blonde, and the exhaustion he’d faced.
His body was sluggish, each muscle working triple time to slowly pull him up. His eye’s half open, darkened green orbs slothishly worked their way around the room. Even the room felt different to him… but he moved, the weight of the world pulling at his heavy, and naked form. It was obvious his threat’s meant nothing, leaving the woman to continue to scream and shout as Eli’s legs slowly dropped off the bed, the dead weight of his feet hitting the hardwood seemed to still her as his body slumped forward, his frame barely sitting up as his eye’s fought to stay open.