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Post by FLICK on Mar 14, 2008 17:52:07 GMT -5
ooc;; OMGODZ POSTFAIL. Sorry.
It was Vyncent’s mockingly innocent tone that did it, Will mused afterwards. He couldn’t stand it – the implications that he was stupid, weak, a child. For all that he might be doomed to that fate for eternity, he couldn’t stand somebody else iterating the concept, setting it in stone. And because the demon was untouchable, he’d have to take the anger out on somebody else. He couldn’t help it – his bonds snapped, and rage surged through his body. Enough, even, to match the similar change in Evelyn, which he hadn’t yet noticed, too wrapped up in his own affairs. His eyes blackened, and a savage snarl, surprisingly animal like, burst from his throat. How dare he – how dare she. They would both pay, he’d be sure of it, and in the most painful way possible.
His eyes glittering darkly, he struck out at her magically, even as she bounded towards him. The air between them rippled, but his weak magic was not nearly enough to slow her down. In any other state, he would have dodged, but instead he lunged forward, into her waiting claws, his common sense dissolved in a maelstrom of anger.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 14, 2008 18:18:42 GMT -5
In a heartbeat the two had collided in mid air, though Evelyn's sheer mass in comparison to hers was what gave her the advantage. Her paws hit his shoulders squarely, claws curling over to dig into his flesh, the sharpened tips easily piercing the thin layer of skin that was hung over his skeleton, digging in deep so that her claws scratched over the bones that his whole, pitiful body was framed upon. They only just landed on the walls of the ruin, Evelyn landing over Will, forcing him down beneath her with her paws one his shoulders, pinning him to the ground under her. Ahhh, it felt good to have real, warm and squirming prey under her paws, the scent of his blood drifting up to her so that her coal nose twitched to pick up the various subtle shades that identified his blood as being different to everyone else's. Now darling Evvie remembered why she loved hunting, it wasn't the thrill of the chase but the power she felt when her prey was pinned under her, defenseless and soon to be dead. Poor Will, only a child and he would die at her paws, what a shame.
Her growl lowered a tone or two to become more threatening, a little quieter as if to ensure that he understood that threat was meant only for him, and that the rage in her eyes was directed solely at him. If someone had bothered to teach the child to hold his tongue then he wouldn't be in this mess now; maybe Evelyn should do him a favour and rip it out for him so that it never got him into trouble again. She lowered her head so that her maw was inches from his face, yellowing teeth bared as her mouth opened ever so slightly. Teeth or claws, teeth or claws, which would be her weapon of choice? Claws, because claws were much more versatile than teeth and she could inflict a million different types of pain with claws. She tore one set of claws from his shoulder, paying no heed to the skin that ripped as she dragged her curved claws free, paws now imprinted with his blood. Her movements were controlled with human accuracy as she placed the tips of her claws against his cheek, snapping her teeth at him viciously as she dug in a little, dragging her claws down over his cheek to watch the ruby coloured blood that bubbled up from the ribbons of red she had left on his cheek.
She raised her paw, about to deal a fatal blow when her ear twitched, something about Vynce's tone of voice forcing her to move her gaze away from her soon-to-be-victim to rest upon the demon, fluttering further on as she realized that his attention wasn't on her buy on the group of people gathered not far away. Damn, that couldn't be good; they had been found. No matter how much she wanted to enjoy the sight of Will's lifeless body she knew that if she didn't move then she would be imprisoned, or maybe even killed, and she doubted that either of those would be pleasant experiences.
She freed her claws of Will's flesh, giving him one last, threatening growl, as if reminding her to fear him, before she turned her back on him, tail flicking to smack against his injured cheek. She left a path of bloody paw prints after her as she stalked along the wall, leaping down gracefully to land in a very feline manner close to Vyncent, slinking over to him to brush the side of her head against the back of his legs briefly, as if to tell him that she was there as she moved to stand by him, surveying the villagers with that same predatory look in her eyes. She had the scent of blood now, and she wouldn't deny that it had gone to her head, as usual. One drop of blood, one drop of warm blood was all it took for you to get hooked, and once you were hooked on blood lust then massacres of innocent villagers, women and children, seemed nothing compared to your own desire to inflict pain. This was what slavery had turned Evelyn into; she was a monster wrapped up in an overwhelmingly innocent mind, and the result was deadly for all those who dared to stand in her way.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 15, 2008 4:41:33 GMT -5
((Don't worry Flick, mine's not as long as Ink's either. XD I think she wanted to win. X3))
Vyncent wasn't even really listening to the series of snarls and growls going on behind him - he was too wrapped up in what was going to come next. He'd sensed the subtle change in Will's mood, another blast of savage anger filling his head with a high, and the urge to kill something was so overwhelming it was amazing that he was still even standing there, facing the villagers. It was rare that people could use the demon like this, he usually had so much control over how things affected him situations like this barely ever arose. But you had to let go every once in a while, didn't you? And for the first time, it was everything Evelyn did that controlled how Vyncent reacted instead of the other way around - she'd attacked Will; the scent of his blood simply poured through the air, only enticing him further.
And now the boy was angry too. Perhaps he would be fighting with them instead of against them, if Vyncent played his cards right. He lifted a brow curiously as Evelyn nudged the back of his legs, glancing down at her with a disturbed, twisted gleam of cheeriness in his too-red eyes. "It's about time you two stopped playing." he told her softly, "We've got other things to do." He glanced over his shoulder only briefly to let his gaze settle on Will, giving him a sadistic little smile before turning back around; the villagers were rallying up now... mortals were so stupid like that. It seemed that even though they had seen what he and Evelyn could do - hell, they were STANDING in what those two could do when provoked, they just didn't get the simple idea that perhaps they should run away.
Instead they appeared to be arming themselves, and Vyncent was actually half expecting to see the nobles come bursting through the crowd... that would make his day for definite. He gave a mock sigh as their surprised murmurs turned into a definite shout of determination, and lifted Amor a little up into the pale light, smiling as he turned the blade to catch the rays of the sun. "Magic, or sword?" he asked Evelyn lightly, ignoring the growing crowd of civilians, the guards waving wanted posters; all of that was lost on him. He merely wanted to know which method to use, which one she would like him to use. His free hand pushed his silvery hair out of his face when a soft breeze blew over them, carrying the scent of blood even more strongly around the scene.
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Post by FLICK on Mar 15, 2008 15:49:23 GMT -5
Will cracked his head on the rock as he fell. It was a sharp pain that left an unrelenting ache, but also the harbinger for more suffering to come. His body convulsed violently, arching upwards, as Evelyn dug her claws into his shoulders, but there was nowhere to go. Her weight had him firmly pinned to the rock, and only his wrists and fingers could twitch to convey the agony he felt as her sharp claws cut through his muscles. He felt dull tickling sensation just as the worst of the pain began to ebb, coupled with a faint ache, and he realised she was scratching his bones. But he didn’t scream, and even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t. The air caught in his throat, and all he could do was moan.
Then the pain in Will’s left shoulder soared again as Evelyn pulled the claw out, tearing away his skin. She scraped it down his cheek, giving him another gash to match the one she had already delivered on the other side. He felt the blood dripping lethargically off his cheeks to match the blood already matting his hair where he had hit his head initially. He saw, through a red haze of pain and confusion, that Evelyn had raised her paw to deliver what had to be the death blow. He found himself wishing for it, longing for it – the final stroke that would end the pain, and let him float away on the breeze. But it didn’t come.
Abruptly, Evelyn turned off, darting (or so he supposed – through the pain, he couldn’t find the strength to move his head) down towards Vynce. So she had obeyed him, after all, even if it was just a tad too late for his liking. He barely noticed the villagers, either, or Vyncent’s sadistic glance. All he wanted was sleep, or death, or any other relief from the pain… But he knew that all those things would be denied him.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 15, 2008 17:12:51 GMT -5
(I did just want to win. -smirks-)
It had been hard for Evelyn to not to give Will what he wanted and end his misery, but that would have been and act of sympathy really wouldn't it? And the shape shifter had no sympathy for the Eternal Child then that dared to question her. Stupid child, he would have to learn from his mistakes the way that she had, and maybe that little punishment would make him think twice in the future before he opened his mouth to let such horrible and painful lies spew forth. He was a child, he shouldn't be able to think of such awful things,yet she got the impression that he wasn't a real child in the sort of way that Evelyn had never been a real child. She had been denied a childhood and he seemed to have been forced to live one forever, if what Vyncent said was right, so maybe they had something in common there? It was a shame that they hadn't met under better circumstances, if they had met under better circumstances they might have even been able to be friends, but as it was Evelyn was rather happy hating him until he proved himself worthy of her friendship. Psht, he wouldn't want to be her friend if she was such a puppet would he?
She lingered next to Vyncent's legs as she studied the town's people as they scurried about to arm themselves with whatever they could find. Why did they bother? They should know that they were just wasting their pathetic little lives by even bothering to stand against them. However, there was something in their eyes that Evvie couldn't identify. It wasn't just hatred or rage, it was a more subtle emotion that Evelyn had never seen before, something that actually made her think twice about attacking right now. Sorrow. It was sorrow for their family that they had lost, and a lust to avenge their family which would lend them extra strength in the fight that was to come. It was almost like the kind of lust for revenge that had come over Vyncent when the nobles had put that collar on Evvie. Did he not see that in their eyes? Or couldn't Vynce pick up on emotions like that? She didn't know, but if Vyncent was fighting then she would be fighting, no matter what the outcome.
Her fur bristled as she looked up at him, tail having resumed it's steady swinging behind her as she purred to him lightly, snapping her teeth before nodding her head, digging her claws into the ground. Sword. He had fought with magic earlier, now she thought that it was only fair if he played with Amor for a while, the poor sword might feel left out if he neglected to inflict pain with it on regular occasions. Plus, she had already had enough of annoying magic with Will, she would really prefer if Vyncent stuck to more basic forms of fighting for a little while.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 15, 2008 21:38:21 GMT -5
It was rather unclear whether Vyncent actually felt their sorrow or not; he probably did, but through his excitement and blood-lust it was very doubtful that it even occured to him what those pitiful emotions meant. And even if he weren't high on rage, he would feel no remorse or guilt or pity for the mortals opposite them anyway. They were useless, pawns for him to play with, they were just a tiny blot of ink on the grand scale of things, and what they felt or didn't feel really didn't matter to him at all. But they did seem rather upset... oh, well. He smiled a little down at Evelyn when she'd made her choice, twisting the rapier in the light and nodding. "A good choice - I'm still recovering from that poison, may as well conserve magical energy for when I need it." he told her, looking back towards the villagers and stepping forwards a few feet.
"Don't let the boy go anywhere." he glanced over his shoulder, "Or at least, make sure he doesn't go anywhere. Then feel free to maul as many villagers as you like." he smiled brightly. He had only called Will a 'boy' for lack of a better word, and he didn't want to admit it right now, but the child had interested him. You didn't often get to see a mere child get that angry, even if Evelyn had beaten him to the punch at the moment. That, and part of him was still going to make him pay for having his sprites eat the illusion spell around him and Evelyn. He was so hoping for them to remain undiscovered for a while longer, to have the element of surprise on their side for ONCE. But now the entire world may as well know they were alive again, for all the hiding they could do.
The villagers were on the move now, it seemed; a few of the bolder ones were stepping forward to meet Vyncent. How interesting this would be. He never backed down from a challenge, even from one from mortals such as these, and didn't even lift a brow when a civilian ran at him suddenly, blade held high in a rather war-horse kind of way. Oh. The demon lifted Amor when the man was just a few feet away from him, impaling him on the end of the black bladed rapier which sang its terrible death-song, and drank the soul of the poor wretch now pinned on the sharp point. "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread." he told the gurgling, choking man as he died, smiling grimly and practically kicking him from his sword so he crumpled on the ground at his feet.
"Who's next?" he called, wiping the blood delicately and precisely from the blade, a puddle of red collecting on the dry, cracked ground at his feet.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 18, 2008 17:19:20 GMT -5
Evelyn was the opposite to Vyncent really, she could empathize with their emotions as she knew most of them all too well. She understood fear and the blind hatred toward them, she could even go as far to say that she could even pity the villagers for their futile efforts to kill them. They had stolen away the heart and soul from the village and chased off their happiness for more than one generation, no wonder those that remained held such a hatred for them, and Evelyn could appreciate that. However, that sense of pity for them didn't mean that she would ever show anyone any mercy, and that included those villagers. Her and Vyncents were the bad guys, the villains that everyone hated, and she was rather happy with that; she could deal with being the villain as long as she knew that Vyncent would always be around for company. Let the rest of the world hate her, Vyncent had sworn that he would stay with her until she died, so she didn't care.
She bobbed her head as he twisted the rapier through the air with that proud and confident flourish that he put into everything that he did. She gave him a low growl of acknowledgment as he sent her to make sure that Will didn't escape, slinking off to pad back over to where she had left the boy, her tail flicking behind her in irritation. Humph, why did she have to do the baby sitting? Why couldn't Vynce pin Will down while she had fun mauling the villagers? Silly, selfish demon, she would have to get him back for this later, somehow or another anyway...providing that she didn't get hurt, of course. If she got hurt them she would have to bother him for the balm; with the two of them together that wouldn't last long. He would have to make more sooner or later...hopefully anyway, she didn't like being hurt.
She leapt up back onto the ruined walls in one powerful and elegant jump, landing close to Will to crouch down next to him, still growling to him threateningly. She disliked this boy, disliked him greatly, and she really found it difficult to see that he would be able to survive when Vynce had sent Evvie to look after him. She nudged the boy with her nose, as if to check that he was still alive, also checking to make sure that he couldn't move too much so that she could go and deal with the villagers. She sniffed at him, pawing at his arm carelessly, but her claws were away so she wouldn't cause him any worse harm than a bruise or two. Hummm, if he looked like he was going to run maybe she should make it so that he couldn't use his legs, so that he couldn't run? Ohhh, that was a good idea...she liked that idea.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 19, 2008 7:57:32 GMT -5
Vyncent was simply pure evil, there was nothing to show he had a pitying bone in his body. He didn't like people, and he didn't care what happened to them. Being self-centred and having a lust for destruction were all typical demon traits, and Vynce was all of these incarnate. He stepped away from the body of the dead man almost as if he was bored with a new toy, looking up to see a few other civilians make their way forwards, though a lot more cautiously. That's what he liked to see... and he did hope that sobbing was from the man's widow and not from some idiot woman who hated the sight of blood and death. He loathed that about people, too, the way they were always out to help others. They could be selfish too, he knew that, but their occasional live and let live attitude just made him feel sick.
Of course, there were times when Vyncent could almost show hints of humanity, as had been proved numerous times with Evelyn, but this was generally because he was working in the long run towards his own benefit or keeping that deal of theirs... or that's what he told himself, anyway. Amor seemed to move of her own accord as the civilians reached him; it didn't even look as though the demon was moving, a delicate dance putting four or five villagers to their deaths. He would have willingly kept this up until the riot was no more, but it seemed it was just growing in size... and as strong as he might be, he was still recovering from being poisoned and he could be outnumbered, whether he would admit it or not. He backed off a few steps as the crowd surged forward, sheathing Amor and seeming to think this may be a good time to back off, for once.
"Time to go, Evelyn!" he called over his shoulder with a smirk, running and climbing the wall next to her in seconds. "Don't break the boy's legs, he'll need them to run." he muttered matter-of-factly, as though they were talking about something mediocre and not whether Will would be able to keep his limbs intact or not. "I'll grab your clothes, head out of town towards the Great River." he told the shifter, glancing already to the network of streets and trying to decide the best route out, "I was tired of this town anyway."
He then glanced down at Will, the usual glare in his eyes as he locked them on the boy. "You can either get up, or be trampled to death by them." he pointed towards the rioting civilians, "Which would you prefer?"
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Post by FLICK on Mar 21, 2008 17:06:54 GMT -5
William winced at the sound of a gurgling scream, echoing loudly through the building. So Vyncent had started killing them, had he? He couldn’t say he was surprised. He was glad he couldn’t see the death. It wasn’t much fun to watch if it wasn’t him doing the killing. But even bitter Will had his innocent side. From his position, he couldn’t see Vyncent, or even Evelyn, though he knew she was right next to him, ready to tear him up if Vyncent gave the say-so. All he could see were the clouds, and the soft blue carpet of the sky. How easy it would be just to drift away with them, to forget about everything and fly on the ethereal winds of the spirit world…
But no. Not today. With strength of will that was a thousand times more powerful than the strength of a child, Will managed to push himself up. His torn shoulders screamed their agony to the stars as he put the weight on them, but the child managed to get away with only a faint gasp of pain. He didn’t want to let Evelyn know how much she’d hurt him. Now he could see her, though, elegant and sleek beside him. He almost found himself slipping, but managed to grab onto the rock before he fell off. He definitely didn’t want to grab on to Evelyn – she’d probably forget Vyncent and decapitate him then and there.
But Vyncent – he wasn’t going to kill them all? No, he had put the nasty screaming sword away, and told Evelyn to run… And then he’d told him to run, as if he didn’t want him to get trampled! So Will slid off the wall onto a ledge, and made his painful way to the ground. He didn’t know where Evelyn was, and didn’t really care. Sure, she was a pretty cat, but she had almost torn his arms off.
“Have you seen Daddy?” a voice asked, timidly. Will spun around in shock, and the boy screamed. It wasn’t surprising – Will’s shirt was soaked with blood, and it dripped lethargically from the cuts on his face. He snarled, raising a hand, and the sprites flew at the boy, stinging violently at exposed skin. Bitter Will laughed as he ran, screaming, towards the lines of houses. The sprites wouldn’t kill, or even injure – they just hurt.
But he had running to do himself. The Great River, Vyncent had said. He wasn’t sure, but he thought it was… that way? Ignoring the pain in his shoulders and the waves of dizziness washing over him, Will began to run.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 26, 2008 17:02:41 GMT -5
Yes, Evelyn was a pretty cat, and if Will actually said that to her then she might actually forget her want to taste his blood. She might be an unstable and violently aggressive shape shifter that often didn't follow any rational forms of logic, but, like any other woman, she was a sucker for compliments, probably because she had never received many. Even hint that she was pretty and it was probable that Evvie would be your friend for life, or until you did something to upset her. If you gave her an elaborate compliment then she might even be able to look over minor offenses such as asking about her past or even trying to touch her. Yep, compliments worked wonders in the world, especially when lavished upon the right people. Then again, Evelyn was pretty, maybe even beautiful if you caught her in the right light. Yet, it wasn't your average beauty, it was the savage and untamed beauty of nature which was much harder to appreciate, and thus usually went unnoticed and ignored. Oh well, she didn't need to be pretty to survive, she just liked to think that she was pretty because it made her feel better about herself. Every girl liked to think that she was pretty, even if it wasn't true.
Her gaze drifted up to Vyncent as the wind carried his voice over to her, seeming slightly annoyed that he had decided to run before he had given her chance to sink her claws into anyone. Tsk, that demon could be so selfish sometimes, she would have to tell him off later, if she remembered that was. She lingered where she was for a moment before leaping down from the wall, letting Will dart off in front of her before bounding after him, easily able to keep up with him with her long and graceful strides. She couldn't run for too long in this form though, hence the alterations. Her nose became longer and more pointed, body smaller, red fur longer now, her wolf form was much better suited to running long distances than her tiger form was. That was the trick to being a shifter, you had to know which shift would suit your current circumstances and needs the most, and you also needed to know which shifts to avoid because they were uncomfortable or awkward.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Mar 27, 2008 19:51:27 GMT -5
This was the odd thing about Vyncent too; it was one of his more strangely feminine little quirks (apart from his lust for destruction and blatant egotism, of course). He too could be swayed with a compliment or two, as long as you kept on his good side. Every now and then, if the right things were said he could probably be persuaded into doing something, at least for a little while. Bah, demons. What could you do? He leapt from the wall to scoop Evelyn's clothes into his arms - he did NOT want a repeat of the last time, where she'd complained about having no clothes and, as a result she'd ended up with this outfit, full of silver though admittedly she looked rather pretty in it, even he could stand to say that much. Vyncent could see Evelyn's beauty in the raw, savage way that it was, it just leaped out at him like some kind of rare gem.
He darted to the side when he realised the villagers were obviously going to make chase on them, pausing to glare over his shoulder only once before taking off after Evelyn and Will. Ugh, the Great River... all that water. But what choice did he have? He couldn't very well stay here, or in the mountains anymore. And the Great River was the easiest, quickest option available to him. Evelyn would simply have to put up with him being in a bad mood... well, a worse mood than usual. In just a few minutes he'd caught up to Will at least, Evelyn still a few paces ahead because of her shape-shifting. The wolf was almost as beautiful as the tiger, he realised, skidding to a stop in one of the side streets to look around.
"Aha." he muttered softly to himself, not really caring if the others ran on or not; they could do what they liked in his eyes. He had promised to stay with Evelyn, but he wasn't responsible for her, especially in these situations. He gazed up at the rooftop above him, his gaze then flitting along the row of houses. Why get lost in a maze of buildings when you could just run along the top of it? Somehow managing to seem graceful even as he climbed the building, he swung onto its rooftop and gazed down, silent for a moment as if to check just where all the civilians were at present. Ah, they were far enough away for now. He straightened up, able to see now over the tops of the houses the shortest route out, to that hellish river. Everyday was just so much fun lately, wasn't it?
Grumbling to himself about illusions and sprites, the high demon began a slower, rather leisurely pace over the rooftops, heading towards Valley Town's exit.
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Post by FLICK on Mar 28, 2008 17:27:38 GMT -5
Blood, William had decided, smelled good. Well, not always, but in times like this, where his personality was rippling with malevolence, he loved it. It burnt his throat with a metallic, acrid tang, shot through his veins like fire, congealed thickly on his chest. The air was heady with the smell of it, around him at least – his blood, he realised. Of course, even when he was angry, bitter, he didn’t like to spill blood. That was an oxymoron inside him, the small part of him that remained human even when all else was wild and fey, uncontrollable. But maybe everybody was like that, with their small, interesting paradoxes. Will, at once man and fey, had more than a few of them.
But even his fey strength, Will knew, could not keep him running for much longer. Despite the sprites, draining the pain like it was water, he could feel a dull, thudding ache in both shoulders. It radiated outwards through his body like the rays of a malevolent sun, sapping the strength even as he poured it into his legs. But he had to go on – if he didn’t, the villagers that he knew were somewhere behind them would trample over him without noticing in their hunt for Vyncent and Evelyn. And he had to go on for them, too, to find out who – and what – they were. That was the child’s curiosity in him, a burning desire to know more, even against common sense. He could just stop, duck into a doorway there, and disappear once the fuss had subsided and Vynce and Evvie, a greater threat to his wellbeing than the villagers themselves, had disappeared, but no. Something kept him running after them, even as he stumbled once, twice.
And, surprisingly, he wasn’t too far behind. In her wolf form, Evelyn could cover ground much faster than the average child, but Will wasn’t the average child. He moved with a clean, fluid grace, attaining speeds faster than your standard man, even with his torn and bloodied shoulders. Inside, he burned with pain, but outside, his will was set on one destination – the exit to the Great River. Once he was there, and safe (well, he would still be with Vynce and Evelyn, but…) he could relax.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 29, 2008 16:59:43 GMT -5
Evelyn, on the other hand, could run like this for miles upon miles. When she took the form of an animal there were also certain alterations which happened within her mind, though these were more noticiable when she spent an extended period of time in any given form. For example, many of her personality traits were rather feline, such as purring, culing up in front of the fire and so on, all of which shone through even when she took her human form due to the ammount of time she spent as either a cat or a tiger. However, right now the urge to run was at the forefront of her mind, an inexplicable joy coursing through her with every stride she took, paws pattering over the ground lightly, a spring to each bound which carried her further than a normal step would have. Now she didn't care if Will was able to keep up and follow her or that Vyncent seemed to have disappeared, or even that the villagers were chasing after them with murder in their eyes, all she cared about was the cool breeze running through her fur as she sprinted off through the maze of streets, following the scent of water.
Evelyn wasn't quite smart enough to realise that if she went up she would be able to loose the mob of angry villagers and be able to escape to the Great River with much more ease. She could have shifted into a little, innocent bird, or maybe even a butterfly, and fluttered away to await Vyncent and Will meeting her by the river...but where was the fun in that? Escaping easily didn't give you the same adrenaline rush as running did. Life was for living and taking chances rather than being reserved and careful, be careful and before you knew it you would be dead before you had even managed to really do anything with your life...or so she had heard a soldier saying before. Silly Vyncent, missing all the fun, he really was a lazy demon sometimes wasn't he?
(Sorry it's short and sucky but she's just...erm...running. xD)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Apr 1, 2008 5:15:56 GMT -5
There was laziness and there was... well... yes, actually Vyncent was probably just being lazy. But he'd had his fun with the villagers now, the thing in the front of his mind to escape from Valley Town without having to shed any more blood - those villagers seemed pretty merciless, and although they might be weak, stupid mortals, there was enough of them back there to cause quite a problem. He leapt onto the roof of what he assumed was the inn they'd been staying in, pausing for a moment to look back. He couldn't see Evelyn and Will, so he didn't know whether they were in front of him or behind him. Shrugging to himself, he slipped from the rooftop into the deserted street, landing with a grace no human could manage with his coat flaring out behind him.
Sweeping himself off as he got to his feet, he gave the street another glance and darted off again, not wanting to give the mortals too much time to catch up with him. Now to the Great River... ugh. He knew that there would be at least one vessel available for them to 'borrow', but it was the entire idea of being near the water that made his skin crawl. Why water? Did nobody think of a more sane way to travel before jumping onto a plank of wood that could sink so easily the entire notion was insane!? He shook his head as he ran, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts. What was the point when you had no choice in the matter? He'd reached Valley Town's gates in under a minute by now, lifting a brow at the guards who stood in front of him to try and prevent him from leaving.
"You must be joking..." he smirked to himself, not even pausing in his step as he breezed passed the two guards, only a light shower of blood springing into the air telling of what he might have done to them. Now the ground was under his feet again, and he narrowly avoided rocks and greenery that might try and trip him up. Now where was it...? Ah! An obvious trail cut across his left and down a gentle slope for about half a mile, he figured, leading right into the basin between the two mountains and to the Great River. Even as he turned to run down this slope he could smell the water, the rushing of it even filled his ears. Someone was not going to be a very happy demon now, and lets face it, he wasn't exactly easy to get along with anyway, was he?
Vyncent hurtled down the slope, picking up speed just in case some of the mortals had reached the outskirts of their little town when he first saw it, glinting and shimmering through the trees and foilage, the sun bouncing from its surface and half blinding him. He broke through the trail and skidded to a rather less graceful stop, the Great River sprawling out in front of him. The body of water really was truly enormous, he realised, only the slightest ripple every now and then telling that it ran to the southwest, though he supposed when you were on the water you could feel the pull of the current much more easily. He watched as the sun broke onto the water's ripples and bounced off onto either side of the bank, creating little illuminated patterns of light on the grass and up the sides of trees. He could barely make out any details of the other side of the river, a vague green strip showing the bank and a few trees making it clear there was yet more forest on the other side.
Vyncent had skidded to a stop near a little docking point, he observed, which was luckily empty for the time being, most likely having been used by Valley Town's residents (most of which were after their blood right now, hence why it was deserted). It looked rather picturesque compared to the Great River, the entire scene looking rather beautiful, simple, natural beauty at its very best. Which was why, funnily enough, the high demon backed up a few steps, an expression of disgust making its way across his face as he rested his hand back against the rough wood of a tree-trunk, trying to ignore the nausea rising up in the back of his throat. Ugh, fire demons hated water with a passion, more than hated, they couldn't tolerate it, and this much water at such a close range - he'd have to travel on that. For how long? Days? WEEKS?
Oh, that did it, and Vyncent fell to his knees by the side of the tree to let the nausea consume him, all of that confidence and composure slipping away in just a few seconds as he clung to the wooden trunk. Thank God the others weren't here at the moment, he thought as he straightened up again after a few minutes, coughing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and let it out again, glancing over his shoulder only once to glare hatefully at the water, before making his way to the little docking point to wait for Evelyn and Will.
((Fire demons do not like water =D And Ink's font... is red! =O))
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Post by FLICK on Apr 4, 2008 20:10:27 GMT -5
A few more hectic turns and Will had reached the gate too, Vyncent almost out of sight and Evelyn loping ahead of him. He glanced briefly at the guards, a mixture of pity and condescension crossing his face at the sight of their still, dead forms. They were grown men, for God’s sake, Will thought sulkily, and they were dead. From what he had seen, Vyncent hadn’t exerted himself at all – they had just stood there and… died. Pathetic. They could at least have put up a fight. But no, men couldn’t be expected to handle Vyncent and Evelyn, could they, despite the fact that he, a child, had managed to survive… only just. That was another trait that came out when his bitter side emerged, sarcasm, even if it was sometimes only in his thoughts. Will, as a kid, wasn’t aware of the enhancing affect his fey pseudo-parentage had on his abilities, and regarded people with anything less with pity when he was in a good mood and distaste when he was in a bad one.
With Vyncent now far ahead, Will followed Evelyn down the hill, seeming almost to flow rather than run over the grass. He sprung lithely over the tangled roots of an enormous oak, wove around a cluster of alders, and there – the Great River stretched out in front of him, sunlight glancing brilliantly off its shifting surface. He forgot everything for a moment just to stand there and drink in the sight, but there was Vyncent, waiting at the small docking point. There was a small boat there, too, almost as if it had been waiting for them. Will smiled, but Vyncent didn’t look very happy. Maybe he didn’t like the water? Will giggled at the thought, padding quietly onto the dock. He could almost forget about the pain here, with the soothing sounds of the Great River whispering around them.
“Well,” he said contentedly, despite the pain coursing unwanted through his body, “are you going to steal the boat? I like boats,” he added unnecessarily. ooc;; IT IS SHORT AND TERRIBLE BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE WRITING ABOUT RUNNING AND THAT SORT OF THING. SORRY.
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