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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 21, 2008 14:31:27 GMT -5
Ebony claws dug deep into the gnarled bark of the branch as she crept forward. Her muscles were held tense, as if ready to attack, rippling with anticipation as she controlled herself, crouched low to the thick limb which projected from the ancient beech tree. Strands of vibrant hair slid down to hang before her face like a curtain, slit like pupils peering out between her locks as she carefully unhooked her curved claws from the branch to move forward.
Her gaze was fixed on something in front of her, ignoring the wind as it rustled through the autumnal leaves and made the curtain of her hair flutter before her face, giving anyone that cared to see her a glimpse of the look of intense concentration which was written over her delicate features. She wriggled her freckled nose as a leaf brushed over her skin before dancing off on the breeze, a low growl starting to bubble up from deep within her chest, rumbling in her throat, making her nose tickle from the vibrations.
Her muscles seemed to contract further before, in a rather swift and violent gesture, she had sprung forward, arms stretched out before her, fangs on show as she moved through the air. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, in her mind anyway, Evelyn traveling through the air with a dangerous grace. The little bird had no chance to escape before she had secured it between her needle sharp teeth, perching on the very end of the branch with her mouth full of feathers, eyes shooting around to sweep the area to ensure there wasn't anyone around to steal her prize before she spat the bird out into her hands.
It lay there, twitching and chirping weakly as she looked down upon it, her eyes seeming all too human now, pupils small and circular once again, fingers tipped with stubby and dirty nails as she stroked the birds feathers lightly, smiling to herself contently. "I'm sorry little birdy." She purred to the struggling creature cupped in her hands, her voice soft and gentle, contrasting quite wonderfully with the dribbles of bird blood on her chin. "Looks like it's your time to die now. Bye bye." She finished before snapping the birds neck without batting an eyelid, the creature falling limp in her hands.
She raised the bird to brush it against her cheek lightly, as if enjoying the velvety touch of it's wings against her cool skin before she slid from the tree's branch, landing on the ground in a crouch, bare feet making a soft 'thumping' noise as little puffs of dust rose up, the dust settling again before she straightened up, the bells on the bottom of her russet skirt tinkling merrily, the material rustling as she carried the bird toward the little stream close by, seeming to be talking to herself, too used to her own company.
"Yum yum, bird for dinner tonight. Wash it and pluck it and cook it and eat it." She chimed, turning her words into what seemed to be some sort of little song as she crouched by the river to complete the first stage of her plan and wash the bird.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 2:27:14 GMT -5
Picking his way along the rocky ledge, he leapt elegantly over a small boulder and rested his right hand against the hilt of his rapier, the other arm swinging gracefully by his side. There was a definite spring to his step this afternoon, crimson eyes piercing the road to his left and flitting over the distant beech tree whose branches reached out like some beckoning creature. His lips curled into a smirk, and he raised his pale face to the sky contently.
Vyncent was in a good mood. A very good mood, to be exact; he was in one of his rare cheerful spells… and that wasn’t just to do with the recent demolition of a band of thieves who happened to stray into his path a few hours before. They had recognised him immediately from his wanted posters, and though they’d attempted to flee, they’d already caught his attention. And, not wanting to disprove his reputation, he’d only been happy to confirm what they’d believed about him. A rather productive morning, all in all. Climbing up onto the road side, he trekked forwards, following the wide arch in the pathway that lead around the beech tree and over a small stream, down into the valley itself.
His boots crunched along the little stones, light dancing over his white skin and causing his hair to flare a golden colour in places, caught by the rays of sunshine. A simple white butterfly danced in front of him for a while, until he snatched it from the air in a perfectly clenched fist, hand closed much too tightly. Quirking a brow, he slowly opened his hand to reveal the poor, crushed little insect, all beauty drained from its mangled corpse.
“Oh.” He creased his brow in a frown, that only having been half intentional. Flicking the crumpled body from his fingertips, he proceeded to clean his hand with a laced handkerchief, when the delicate sound of snapping bones reached his ears. He froze in his footsteps, turning his head in curiosity towards the beech tree, which was much closer now than it had been before.
Then an animal… no, a girl leapt from amongst the branches, landing softly on the ground… and then she was gone again, towards the stream. How… odd. Well, not odd exactly, he was rather used to things leaping out of undergrowth and from trees. He just wasn’t so used to seeing people do that very same thing. Especially people who were talking to themselves. Replacing the handkerchief, Vyncent dismissed this with a shake of his head and pressed onwards – he had to circle around that way anyway, in order to reach the bridge over the stream. So he’d deal with it – her, if and when the time came.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 11:33:22 GMT -5
(Just need to add this in here. YAYS!!! Evelyn and Vyncent tiiiiime! xD)
Evelyn seemed blissfully oblivious to Vyncent's presence, which was a good job really because if she saw him she would jump to the conclusion that he wanted to steal her meal, and then she would get all defensive and start growling at him...and then they would probably end up fighting, and she was too hungry for scratching things to death.
She settled herself by the ribbon of water, dipping the little bird into the freezing water. The little river flowed down from the mountain, so it was more than possible that it was snow thaw from high up on the peaks, hence it being so chilly. She liked the cold though, reminded her she was alive...a little like pain did.
She leant forward until she could see her reflection in the water, the tips of her hair dipped under the surface of her make shift mirror. Her eyes glittered as she gazed down at herself, seeming to study the girl that was looking back at her for a moment before suddenly lashing out at the river to send her reflection scattering, sitting back to push her wet hand through her hair violently to move it from her face, tossing the wet body of the little dead bird onto the grass next to her.
Seeing herself seemed to have sparked some sort of tantrum, for some obscure reason, ripping up tufts of grass from around her as she spun around to turn her back on the water angrily, as if it had upset her. "I am not her." She hissed, throwing a glare at the carcass of the bird as if it had tricked her into looking into the river, her cheerful mood shattered. "I'm not, I'm not, I'M NOT!" She yelled the last part, sending a small flock of brids into flight.
Evelyn was rather bi-polar like that, she could be sweetness and light one moment and the smallest thing could spark a huge mood swing, which was usually accompanied by a tantrum in with nothing was safe from her wrath. In short, Evelyn was unstable, no wonder she hid away from the rest of the world.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 13:14:36 GMT -5
Vyncent had to pause again as her voice reached him, that puzzled little frown on his face making it rather clear that he was thinking of perhaps taking the long way around, just to avoid a conversation with this obvious maniac. Though clearly unstable himself, that didn't stop the criticism he tended to pour over others like hot oil; oh no, that just gave him all the more reason to. Hypocrisy was Vyncent's best friend sometimes (though this could be more because of the reason that he didn't make a very good companion, and so had few friends to call upon).
He sighed, in mid-twirl turning back along the path, eyes scanning the way forward. If he went back it would take an annoying amount of time to reach the valley... and there could be even more water if he took an alternate route. And no creature of heaven, earth or otherwise could be safe when Vyncent was around water. Panic wasn't the word for it; he despised it far too much even to be afraid of it. So it was either face the crazy woman and be on his way over the little bridge across the river... or turn back.
"Why can't I ever go somewhere where there are no travellers on the road, hm?" he growled to himself, "No authority just begging to be blown to pieces, no thieves, no bloody heroes deciding that they are going to return to some god-damn town nobody has even heard of with my head on their sword? Why? Am I cursed?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes with his free hand and letting the grip on the hilt of his rapier relax slightly.
Brushing his silvery hair back from his face, he finally rolled his eyes and brought himself back along the pathway beside the beech tree, descending a little hill so that he was now probably in her view, under the tree's stretching branches. His expression darkened instantly at spotting the river, the light filtering through from the branches above him casting him in a half shadow and making his eyes glint. Oh, how he loathed water.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 13:42:57 GMT -5
It took Evelyn a long moment or two to notice Vyncent shuffling towards the water, a look of pure rage flitting over her features as she pushed herself to her feet, the little gold bells around the bottom of her skirt tinkling annoyingly cheerfully. "And where do you think you are going?" She demanded as she looked to Vyncent, not seeming to notice that he was scary and he was rich and he had a sword, nope, Evelyn just yelled at him without thinking.
Her hands moved to sit on her hips in a rather offensive gesture, tilting her head at him as if waiting for an answer. She knew what he wanted, he wanted her bird. Well! He couldn't have it, because it was hers and she had caught it and he was just a prissy noble and incapable of such things.
She huffed to herself as she scowled at him, shaking her hair back from her face. "You're lost...aren't you?" She tutted, rolling her eyes at him, unable to understand what a noble would be doing wandering around the mountains without any protection or horse or anything. "Well, I'm not taking you back to the village, you will just have to find your own way." She snapped to him in an irritable tone.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 13:52:53 GMT -5
Damn, he had been hoping she wouldn't notice him, a deflated little sigh escaping his lips as he listened to her rant, eyeing her rather curiously nonetheless.
She wasn't that bad to look at actually... but then again, the insane part would make her a little too difficult to seduce. Forget that. Though she did seem familiar; the faded image of a wanted poster running with ink floated across the surface of his thoughts, though he made no other connection than that. Oh, well. He could always kill her if she didn't leave him alone... and there it hit him like a ton of bricks.
She didn't even recognise him! This was simultaneously both a pleasant surprise and an utter disgrace (in his opinion), and he was caught so completely off-guard that he actually burst into merry laughter, his left hand moving to lean against the trunk of the giant beech tree.
"Lost? Ye Gods, she think's I'm lost!" he grinned to himself, looking up at her again and caught once more by helpless laughter; which was probably more offensive than anything he could have said initially.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 14:25:08 GMT -5
Evelyn probably would have been less offended if he had attacked her or snapped back at her, but laughing? Ohhh, that was harsh, he couldn't really have done anything worse than laughing at her in such a way. It was like a slap in the face, or worse, especially to her. Her Master used to laugh at her like that, for no reason.
She narrowed her eyes at Vyncent hatefully, her pupils transforming into mere slits again, those deadly curved claws lengthening from her nails, a low growl slipping from between her daintily pointed teeth, a few strands of hair falling before her eyes again. She was going to rip him limb from limb until this whole clearing was painted red with his blood, she would make him scream until she dragged out his voice box. Oh, she was so going to make him hurt.
She took a step slow step toward him, actually seeming rather threatening as she curled her lips back to bear her teeth at him. "I don't see what's funny." She snarled angrily, her muscles tensed to the point that she was shaking just a little, moving closer to him. "Maybe you will find it funny when I rip your heart out, now I think that will be amusing."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 14:39:20 GMT -5
His laughter slowly quietened as he regained some of his former composure, though the smirk was still painted across his face as he straightened up, gazing straight at her by now, those dreadful eyes boring into hers. Only a glint of humour sat there now, followed by a shimmer of surprise when her pupils morphed.
Ah, a shape-shifter... there certainly was more than meets the eye with this little wonder, wasn't there? He had to admit, he hadn't even suspected; but that was just one of life's great amusements to him.
In a blink of an eye his entire demeanour had changed - he seemed more drawn up now, more serious, though that playful little smile never dropped from his face, but it was much less real than before. Gracefully, he moved to draw the black-bladed Amor from her scabbard, the rapier pointing elegantly towards Evelyn with the ebon metal reflecting the white light.
"Come a little closer, and I'll show you just what I find funny."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 14:56:32 GMT -5
She seemed unconcerned by the sword, a malicious little smirk playing over her features. "Awww, nobles and their toys. What, you can't fight me without your little stick? Tsk tsk, you're more pathetic than I thought." Her voice was low and rumbling, making her sound all the more threatening as she slowly moved toward him, her hands linked behind her in a rather innocent gesture, hiding her claws from him.
She reached out to touch the very tip of the black blade with the tip of her finger, seeming to laugh lightly as it pricked through her flesh and a bead of blood rose to the surface. "You want to kill me?" She asked, her voice suddenly soft, feigning shock as she brushed his sword to the side lightly. "You might have to try harder than that, a man and a sword never managed to kill me before."
She stopped a step or two away from him, looking up at him expectantly, as if to ask him what he was about to do next, her gaze defiant and confident. Psht, as if a prissy noble could ever hurt her.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 15:10:53 GMT -5
He allowed his mouth to part into a grin then, those pointed fangs of his revealed for the first time to a person he wasn't already halfway to killing. "You're quite right, sweetheart." he almost complimented her, "A man and his sword are rather useless." he twisted the blade in the light so the edge gleamed.
"But then again I am not exactly a man." he promised with a rough laugh, black fire igniting soundlessly on the tips of his fingers, the sheer heat of it ruffling the tips of his hair from around his shoulders, "And she is no ordinary sword."
He took a step forward towards her, as if that should signify his willing to fight, and kill her if she moved closer than he thought was appropriate. A malevolent, unstable demon versus a malevolent, unstable shape-shifter? A rather suitable stalemate that might make, really. Providing he didn't lose his temper and destroy the entire clearing...
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 15:30:18 GMT -5
Her claws drew back as she raised her finger to her mouth to suck the blood out, pressing her tongue against the little hole in her flesh as her eyes returned to normal. She had been reckless, pricking her finger like that, she might not even be able to shift to defend herself now. Silly silly shifter, hopefully the little prick was so small it wouldn't affect her abilities.
She looked rather adorable really as she looked up at him, finger still in her mouth, innocent and sweet, not moving at all as the flames jumped to life around him though she was able to feel the intense heat of them from where she was stood, even her hair stirred by the inky flames.
"Demon?" The word was only whispered, but that wasn't out of fear, more like out of respect. She could respect a creature like him, unlike the mortals that had tried to tame her. "Your sword is a she?" She questioned, seeming to have forgotten all about her plan to rip him into tiny little bits. "Why's she a she?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 15:40:50 GMT -5
He seemed all but unaffected by her sudden change in heart, having done it so many times himself it was almost second nature to him; and quite refreshing too, really, to see someone of the same... unique disposition as he. "Yes, demon." this was almost purred, tone soft and velvety once more.
He brought Amor around to rest the black blade gently against her neck, the metal disturbingly warm and a steely song rising from the depths of the rapier, almost as though it knew it was being recognised and talked about. He did this both to keep the sword in his view and let her know that just because she had stepped away from the offence (for whatever reason; he didn't really care but guessed it had something to do with the cut on her finger) he certainly wasn't going to forget about her initial plans.
"She is a she, I think, because the primary soul inside her was once a she." he explained rather vaguely, a light breeze washing over them to stir the ends of his coat and momentarily quieten the sound of trickling water. "That is what I've come to believe, anyway."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 16:01:24 GMT -5
"I'm Evelyn." She told him rather brightly, flashing him a charming smile, seeming unconcerned that he was probably thinking about killing her right now, all of her bloody thoughts chased from her mind by the revelation that he was a demon! A real life demon! How strange and unusual, she had never met a demon before, no wonder he smelt so odd, more smoky than normal mortals, it made sense now.
She shuddered as he touched her though, even if it was only with the sword, brushing it away from her shoulder, looking repulsed that he would even dare touch her, moving back out of his reach just incase he did any such awful thing again, though she was willing to forgive him this once and just warm him. "Don't ever, ever touch me." She snarled, though it was much less threatening without her fangs.
She turned her curious gaze to his sword, not understanding his explanation, though she had her own explanation as to why his sword was a she. "She's a she because she's pretty, that's the real reason, isn't it?" She questioned, gaze flickering up to his face, not seeming scared of him or threatened in the slightest. "She's the prettiest sword I ever saw, I wouldn't mind seeing my blood on that blade."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 22, 2008 16:11:31 GMT -5
He quirked a brow as she pushed the sword away, simultaneously as surprised when she threw him her name... just like that. And look at that, not even a hint of fear! Was she... playing with him? Playing with HIM? Either she was stupid and didn't know better, or she was genuine in what she was saying. Both of which, he didn't mind admitting, drove him almost to uneasiness. Of course, none of this showed on his face, a vague little smile replacing his former sneer.
"Vyncent." he replied curtly, lowering Amor and replacing her back in her scabbard, though his right hand still flickered with the graceful flames, as if to remind her that he wasn't letting his guard down.
"And I assure you, I have no intention of touching you. I am going to cross the bridge now. Goodbye, crazy woman - I mean, Evelyn." he purred at her again and swept past, brushing against her ever so lightly; probably on purpose to make a point, heading towards the bridge which was still under the shade of the beech tree.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 22, 2008 16:27:48 GMT -5
She didn't seem to notice that curious little look he was giving her, flicking her hair back from her face. "Vyncent." She repeated, as if to try out his name, wrinkling her nose up. Ugh, that name felt awful in her mouth. "Vynce." She tried again, seeming to prefer that compared to the first time she had tired his name. Ha, Vynce he was, forever and ever.
Crazy lady? Oh, she wasn't letting him get away with that. She hooked her foot around his ankle as he brushed past her, tugging his foot out from under him to make him topple down to the ground, stepping over him to head toward the bridge over the river now, her bird abandoned as she had forgotten about being hungry. "I am not crazy. You would do well to learn to be more polite." She informed him, smirking as she glanced back at him.
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