RPness.
Just saving an RP done through PM's.
-Naomi:
Night had loomed over the sky and darkened the presence of anyone to mere silhouettes. Light rarely penetrated the area, but the light that did show only reflected the waves of the docks underfoot. A rarely visited area of around the city Sheldon used to live in, was finally visited by him. Thus only breaking its secrets. "I heard..." Sheldon said staring across the lakes surface. "There is a secret about this lake." He pulled off his glasses to wipe away the residue that had formed upon it. Pushing it back behind the poles of his ears and poking it up more on his nose, he eyed the forest surrounding it. He was surprised however. The lake was an open area for anyone or anything to ambush him. But nothing had strayed towards the lake besides himself. Eying up the moon overhead, he sighed. "It appears to be eight minutes passed the hour of nine." he said. Picking himself up and the book that was his only company, he followed his same footsteps back to the path.
Everything was nostalgic about the mountain air. It was crisp and pure; just like how he remembered it in his youth. Slowly walking down, the wind caused the vegetation around him to stir. Sheldon shrugged it off. It was nothing. Combing back his hair, he blinked. Apparently, this hike down the path was taking longer than normal. That very morning it only took thirty minutes. But from the location of the moon once more, another hour had passed. "How interesting." Sheldon muttered as he continued to follow his same footsteps. "Maybe my mind was just playing a trick on me during the morning." Singing a song lightly to bring him up from the boring walk, he sang. "The chestnut trees grows on the plains. But the forbidden are not allowed to access. The life of sweet resides on the other side. But the forbidden are not allowed to access. So sing the sweet leaves of the chestnut trees. Come all sweet, stay all forbidden." Another little tune from his youth.
-Jesco:
((Naw, it was starting to get a bit boring.))
What little moonlight that filtered in, served only to bleach the color from his haphazardly cut hair, unruly crimson locks that obscured his face and caused a near permanent shadow over his eyes. It had been years since Talim had been in the regain, even longer since his named had fallen victim to the wind. But to him, the years that passed by were meaningless. He did not know his own beginning, and he did not know his end. His only hope was that when the light finally did die in his eyes, that it would be a glorious death surrounded by the cooling bodies of his enemies.
He gazed out over the water of the lake, eyes distant and not really there. But no matter how immersed in his thoughts he became, his guard would never drop. He'd vaguely noticed Sheldons' approach, and only acknowledged it when the man spoke. Talim let his eyes follow the others siluet, for no matter how good his night vision was, it was still too dark to make out many details. Even so, whatever detail he could make out could not be trusted. The dark well known for playing tricks on the mind, and distorting things to its whim.
Talim listened to the man as he spoke to himself, and strained his ears for the soft song he sang. He shifted on his perch, the wood beneath him creaking in protest. The feathers on his wings fluffed a bit as he shivered, having been outside since the sun had set hours ago. It was high time to return to his place of rest. He bit back a groan as he moved his deadened legs so that he was straddling the branch, before twisting around. He dropped like a stone, and flipped, landing on his toes, his knees bent and wings spread for balance. He never noticed the long red tipped white feathers that floated to the ground when he folded his avian appendages snugly against his back.
As he started off, he vaguely noted that he was following the same path that the man who'd perked his interest before had taken.
-Naomi:
(( Kay. :3 ))
Sheldon continued to follow the path leading down. He was amazed, however; that such a path hadn't been blocked off due to the deaths that occurred there every year. The path was more of a popular exportation road for traders to travel in and out of the village. Rather, it was the [i]only[/i] road for such actions. When headed west, the road branched out to three other villages. These villages were affiliated with trading and nothing more. But being such a quickly traveled mountainous path, people also thought stupidly. They believed traveling fast on the road would bring them quicker to their destination. However, it is too late for them to ever notice the narrow turn in the road. This is the point where most travelers via wagon would fall off the cliff and tumble to their death. An awful way to end, especially when trying to make a living. Sheldon recognized the path vividly, unchanged by the years he had last seen it. His brother had fell off the cliff there, stupidly by trying to smuggle illegal cargo into the closest village. Interest struck him as he walked down towards the path. Pushing his glasses up more the moonlight shined on the area he wanted to see.
In a large pile resided the fallen victims to the cliff years ago to the time Sheldon was standing now. Piles of cargo spilled across the land underneath him. Also joining them, the wooden wheels of wagons and the skeletons of unburied casualties. Sheldon sighed noticing the newest one to join the group. A family it looked like. A young couple with about a three year old son. Their lifeless bodies were mashed in inhuman places. A arm twisted, a leg turned, a head pulled back to name a few. Sheldon sighed once more when he looked down at the poor family to be put to death. Sheldon would take action, but he couldn't take action. It was not his position to, it was just that their times were up. Speaking of time however, Sheldon eyed the moon once more. "Ten minutes passed ten." he said. "I really have been out to late. I should get back to town." As he turned around to do so, a light chipper voice broke the silence. "Honiiii." called the voice. "Honniiiii." it said again. Sheldon turned around to a little fairy floating towards him. Her body lit up in the darkness, very helpful out in that dark night. "Honi!" the little fairy said. "Come, we must go back. Ree is worried!"
Sheldon nodded. "Okay Mitcha." he said smiling towards her. "Lead the way." Following after the fairy, he laughed to himself. "A hundred year old leaf nymph..." he said. "And you still haven't grown a bit." Mitcha, the apparent leaf nymph, glared at him. "It is not my choice to." she said. "Time isn't just on my side." Sheldon stopped. "Even after one hundred years?" he questioned. Mitcha just turned towards him and glared. "Hold out your arm." she said. Doing so, he wondered what the leaf nymph would do. She slashed at his arm, causing a small cut on his wrist. "Ow!" he reflexed back. "What was that for?" Mitcha kept her glare. "For questioning Time." she said as she continued to float forward. Sheldon sighed as he held his fingers over his cut. Whispering something lightly, his fingers glowed over the cut. His cut sealed and Sheldon smiled. "I guess I mastered it." he said triumphantly. But before long, hit skin slit open and blood trickled out in its red stream. "Damn!" he said as he held the cut tight. "I guess I was wrong..." He looked for Mitcha. She was apparently gone. He trembled. He was alone in the middle of darkness with blood spewing from his wrist. He was an easy target now.
-Jesco:
The heady scent of blood that drifted idly on the wind made Talims mouth water. He wondered if the coppery tang would be as sweet as it smelled. He'd been walking for a while, his odd gait easily attributed to the fact that his lower half was very much bird like, with inverted knees and flesh that faded into scales below his calves. His feet themselves were reminiscent to that of a dragons forepaws, five long toes that could do anything from grasping a delicate writing tool, to rending muscle from bone. One leg, from upper thigh down was fully exposed to the winds mercy, the other was warm as the sturdy cloth that covered it was still mostly intact.
Unconsciously Talim had sped up. If there was blood on the wind, it meant that something ahead was injured, possibly dead, dying, or fighting. The thought of a battle made his blood heat. He gorged himself on combat almost as much as he did on red meat, still steaming from the body it had just come from. He resisted the urge to take to the skies, for flying in such darkness would be suicidal. A part of him hoped that he wasn't getting excited over nothing. He knew that there was a sharp turn neigh invisible from the path itself until you were upon it. Many a fair folk had met their death there. He always made it a point to stop and relive himself there, for any who had lost their life were sure idiots.
Long white and crimson feathers swirled around his ankles as he kept his increased pace. His stride always changing in mid step so as to not pull out one of his tail feathers. Even bound as they were by the gold bands at the base of his spine did little to tame them when he was grounded.
The narrowed path was just up ahead, and the scent of blood that much stronger. A sliver of light danced across his form as he passed it, catching the gold chokers around his neck, reflecting off the green gem in the hollow of his throat, and off the many bangles on his wrist. Talim nearly winced as he saw the reflected light. Surely he'd given himself away now, but no matter. He would risk injuring himself if it meant he would get a good meal that night. It would be a feast of blood, fear, and adrenalin.
-Naomi:
[b]Sheldon paused himself. Was there something there? Was his life about to be ended now? Turning, he noticed the gleam of something within the moonlight. Sheldon froze within his tracks. Not even knowing what in the world the creature was that stood in front of him, he held up his fingers in a defensive gesture. "D-Don't step any closer!" he said. "I w-will attack!" His fear had caused his voice to stutter. Not good. If he were to speak a spell, it might not work or backfire on him. He tried to calm himself. But he just couldn't. Rather, he fixated his fingers into another position. A teleportation spell. One he had just learned when he was away studying. He wasn't very good at it though; like most of the spells he learned. He couldn't think of the possibilities that could occur if he used it, but they could also make the end of him too. Sheldon shuddered. Either he had angered time for his comment, or it was his time instead. As Sheldon watched, he saw a glint of light within the darkness. It was Mitcha and she had returned. "Hoonniiiiii!" she bellowed in the darkness. "Honniiiiii! Why are you there? C'mon, let's go!" Sheldon shuddered as he choked. His voice was too dry. He was unable to tell her to go back the way she came. To run away from the creature that was standing in front of him.
"Honii." said Mitcha as she stopped in front of him. Now, the details of her could be made out perfectly in Sheldon's gaze. The pink and white little ball room dress she wore and her curled emerald hair were just to name a few. "Honii." she repeated. "Why are you just standing here? Let's get back to the inn. Ree probably thinks your dead by now!" Sheldon choked once more. He will be dead soon and so would her if she didn't fly back to get help. Tilting her head with her tiny palms on her waist, she glared at Sheldon once more when he didn't speak. "What is your problem Honii?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue? Or did you swallow it?" Gulping after this statement, Sheldon pointed his hand holding the cut towards the figure in front of him. Mitcha turned around, stared for a bit, than turned back. "I don't seen anything Honii. Just darkness." Sheldon felt like slapping himself That's right. Mitcha can only see objects that are within her inner body's light. Everything else just seems black. As since her light only expands about eight inches from her body, it wasn't very advantageous. Time really was messing with him. It was preventing everything from him avoiding the outcome. Even worse, it was involving innocent others too.
-Jesco:
((I must bow out for now, I have work in the morning. I'll try to get you an image of Talim asap as well, gotta re-draw him.))
Talim grinned as he watched the male become aware of his presence, just like he thought he would. He could barely make out the others movements, fingers curling and changing as his mind decided on different things. The stutter in the others voice was just adorable. It made Talim want to to hear it pitch higher and become tainted with agony. Then the ball of light drifted in, calling out to the one who would soon become his supper. But as he took a closer look, unaware of the fact that his eyes had started to glow an electrical blue in the presence of the magical light, Talim was startled to see that the creature was a leaf nymph. It had been nearly fifty years since he'd caught a glimpse of such a creature.
He couldn't recall if he's ever tasted one, or bested one in a fight, but now was as good of a chance as any to see. He took a step forward, shifting his body into a slightly crouched position. If he over shot this, then it would be his body that plummeted off the cliff. If not, well, he hoped that he wouldn't push such a delectable looking meal off instead. He had no wish to become a scavenger any time soon. No matter how fresh the kill was. Talim's lips stretched into a wider grin and he sprang forward.
-Naomi:
[[ Goodnight! And I would love to see him. I'll either sketch a quick drawing of Sheldon or look for another one. 83 ]]
[b]Sheldon choked back fear again when he saw the bluish shine from the creature. His mind was all lost when it came to Mitcha. "[i]Run away you stupid nymph, run away![/i]" he yelled in his mind. "[i]You shouldn't be caught up in this![/i]" He gritted his teeth. It was now or never. Save Mitcha from the creature or suffer both of themselves to the might of it. "M-Mitcha!" Sheldon's voice cracked. "G-get out of the way, there is something there! Really, just run away!" He lapsed to his knees diving into his own pool of blood. He was getting weak from loss of blood as he really did a number when he tried to deal his small wound. "Crap..." he muttered to himself. It really was the end for him.
Mitcha blinked when she saw the bluish tinge that came when her inner body's light shined. She turned to Sheldon. "He really isn't lying..." she thought as she saw the eyes of the creature. The cry of Sheldon didn't phase her. Plus, getting him on the ground was for the best. "It is okay Sheldon." spoke the hundred year old nymph. "I am going to protect you no matter what!" Clasping her tiny palms together, roots from underneath swelled around her and Sheldon. She grinned lightly. "Even with the size of a leaf nymph, I can protect as any forest nymph!" She focused herself as she remembered the duties she was taught when she was young. Forest Nymphs, the highest of the ranks were lead to protect forests. Bark Nymphs protected the trees. Petal Nymphs, Pollen Nymphs, and Stem Nymphs (third ranks) protected the flowers. And Leaf Nymphs, the lowest of them all protected the tree leaves. Mitcha felt like any Forest Nymph now. Not because she was protecting a forest. Not because she was the highest rank. Not because she felt like the highest rank. It was because she was protecting something important to her; Sheldon. "Hang in there Sheldon." she said. "I'm going to get you out of here soon!"
Sheldon lifted himself up when he saw Mitcha. It had been so long since she used magic. Plus the amount she was using up was going to affect her health from years to come. "Mitcha stop!" his voice uproared over the cackling of the roots. "I-I don't need saving! Leave me be! Mitcha...You will die if you continue!" Mitcha just grinned as she yelled over. "It is worth it Sheldon! You are more important than anyone else I know. Get used to it and sit there like a good and annoying Time Sage!"
-Jesco:
((Clicked Submit by mistake with the last one. >< Leaving it short and open because I'm not sure just what Mitcha is doing.))
Talim chuckled at the serious banter, they didn't know what he was. His kind devoured everything, magical assaults only made them stronger. "How sweet." He cooed, his voice melodious and tainted by blood lust, "Give me your worst little one." He claws left small imprints in the ground as he rushed forward. He hoped that he wouldn't end up impaling himself on one of those roots. Being impaled sucked big time, and he had a feeling that Mirror wouldn't be in an amicable mood this time around to help him out. The death shade was being as finicky as ever, and Talim had no wish to find out what it felt like to be slowly turned to sand, as Mirror was fond of doing to those who annoyed him.
-Naomi: [[ x3 She is just throwing roots around to form a shield. She can't attack. And that is fine~ ]]
Mitcha continued to swirl her roots around. Just like her kind, they couldn't attack. They were left to defend their importance and nothing more. Mitcha glared as she was feeling weak. This control of the nature around her was really wearing her down. "I-I won't give up!" she spoke to the monster. She knew she couldn't do much but just keeping the root barrier up. It was not much but at least she could keep Sheldon alive until she had her chance. "Sheldon." she said. "W-When I give the word. I want you to run. Run far away." she said. "And don't look back."
Sheldon shook his head. "What the heck are you planning to do Mitcha?!" he screamed. He couldn't just let his guardian sacrifice herself to whatever crazy plan she seemed to he concocting up. But apparently they were only carrying about each others safety and not their own. Sheldon couldn't take it anymore. His mind was spinning with the amount of excitement going on around him.
When Mitcha spied the impalement of claws into the soil and her eyes widened. "Oh no..." she said. She knew exactly what in the world the creature was. She had encountered one before. One that had nearly destroyed the entire population of the forest she used to live in. "Sheldon!" she yelled. "Go run now! Run you idiot, can't you see it-" Before Mitcha could finish her sentence, she was blown back towards the woods by a force. It didn't seem to be of the monster no. This came from Sheldon. "She can be safe." he said. Sheldon had surged a "Rupture" spell towards her to knock her out. She shouldn't interfere. He darted his yellow eyes around. He had no idea where the creature was. It was too dark to even see his own wound now. "Whatever the hell you are!" he screamed with his eyes shut. "Come and get me now!" Tears trickled down his face. What he was doing was right. Mitcha had the right to live. She had happiness before she met Sheldon. She can return to that happiness once more.
-Jesco:
"Oh but pretty," Talim cooed, climbing up the roots that had stopped growing when Mitcha had been knocked out, "It's so much more fun to play with you like this. Your human eyes can't make anything about can they?" Of course he wasn't going to tell the boy that without even a tiny sliver of light his own eyes were next to useless as well. He strained his superior vision against the darkness, just barely able to make out Sheldon's figure amongst the shadows.
He lost his balance then, as one of the roots gave underneath his unimpressive weight, causing him to slide down. He winced as pain flared up in his palms as he scrabbled to catch a hand or foot hold. A perk at having independent toes was that they could be thought of as a second set of hands. His fingernails dug crescent shaped furrows into the bark as he pulled himself up again. His left pinky toe let him know that there was probably wood, or something stuck in the joint, with the way it was practically screaming at him. The tangy scent of his own blood slowly wafted up to him.
Talim growled softly to himself, careful not to let his own excitement get the better of him. His eyes only glowed when there was light to be reflected, and now that the annoying nymph was out cold somewhere... Talim chuckled in his head. No matter that strange power the boy had, he would become quite the fine meal for him.
The Blood Angel crept closer, wisely testing each perch before moving onto it. His wings were held against his back so tensely that they ached. But better a muscle cramp now, then the risk of a broken wing later.
-Naomi:
[[ xD Sweet. I am saving it too. :3 But under wordpad. ]]
The changeling boy sniffed slightly. Blood? He smelled it, though the fragrance was light. Apparently though, this creature could bleed. Even better, it could be injured. This just assured Sheldon more. Turning his head about, he searched violently. With very large ears, it made his hearing more acute. But whether it be the creature had stopped moving or was very stealthy, Sheldon could not hear it. The voice though aimed Sheldon towards the roots. Crap. He was close. Pushing his glasses up causing the moonlight to reflect off of them, he had to search for an area. Just any area in which the light shined the most as possible. But the only light besides the moon that shined was the dim flicker of Mitcha in the bushes. She was close to regaining conscious, something not grand. Removing his hand from his wound, more blood gushed out into the pool. There was really no end to the blood flow. It would take Mitcha's healing and a week of rest just to restore the amount of blood he lost.
Holding his hands together, he whispered something under his breathe. He stammered on the words though of the spell he would cast. If he was lucky and just blew, flames would burst from the hole he made in his hands and set the roots ablaze. However, if he was unlucky...The fire would backlash and hurt him instead. Just the tiniest blow from him and it would either describe his win or his demise. He held his breathe as he waited. He would not chance it. He would rather await the right moment to attack. As the trail of blood soaked into his sleeve. He waited. His choked slightly. How long would he wait? Time could only tell.
-Jesco:
There, a flicker of light on glass. Hm, it wasn't directly below him, but it wasn't too far out of his reach. Talim studied the area to the best of his abilities searching for any kind of trap. He didn't catch Sheldon's words, the stuttered spell. He felt a tingle wash over his skin, a sure sign of some magical spell being cast. He shuddered, barely managing to hold back a moan of pure lust. Magic was to him a precursor to mating. Violent mating where one or both of the participants would leave with horrendous wounds, which would later be worn like battle trophies. Talim licked his lips, there was a reason why his kind had slowly become scarce.
He prowled around a little longer, shifting his weight from side to side before tucking his limbs in and dropping like a stone. He uncurled at the last moment, legs bracing for impact, talons stretched for either ground or flesh.
-Naomi:
Sheldon blinked. Was it coming? Had it given up? He had no idea from the swelling darkness. Really. He shouldn't have knocked out Mitcha if he knew she was this handy. At response, he finally had a chance to relieve his breathe and blow the spell. Unfortunately, he spell backfired on him. But for some reason, the inferno he expected was only a tiny flare of fire. But the fire caught on his sleeve and grew quickly from the fibers. "Crap!" he said as the fire illuminated his face and torso. He waved his arm to try and put it out. But this just meant he was feeding more life to the fire as it grew. He waved his arm more in attempt to kill the flames off. Really now. If Sheldon was so bad at casting spells, why did he ever choose it. That was right...He had no choice. He focused his gaze though. There was no use of him remembering his past now! He started to roll, always thinking of the maneuver of taking his robe off. But the night was cold. Not worth it. Not worth it at all. Shaking his head, he continued to roll. The blaze of the fire lingered though.
"Damn..." he muttered to himself. Why wouldn't the darn thing go out?
-Jesco:
Talim let out a newel of distress as the fire roared to life below him. He twisted to avoid hitting the bumbling creature as he attempted to put out the fire he'd created. He landed awkwardly and a sickening feeling in one of his ankles let him knew that his body hadn't liked the landing either. Of course, such a message involved a lot of pain. He crumpled to his knees, head bowed for a moment.
The fire did a good job of illuminating the small enclosure, even the area outside of its light was decorated by dancing shadows. If Sheldon were to look at Talim, he would see a creature clad in a pair of tattered dark blue pants, one leg of which was missing. From the shredded remains of that leg hints of tanned flesh could be seen, before short white fur flowed smoothly down from mid thigh. The legs of the creature were reminiscent to that of a four legged predator, even if the fur ended at feet that looked far too much like a dragons forepaws for comfort. The fur surrounding the left foot was pink, as if there was a wound there.
From his hunched position the white and red wings could be seen, even folded they were a good three feet taller then him. Other then those specific things, the man (for his chest was shirtless and there was no rounded mass attached) was remarkably human like. His ears, though pointed at the tip, were small, there was no hint of body hair, other then what was on his head and his legs. His arms were in proportion to the rest of his body, and his hands were large, with long fingers. His hair was a bright coppery red, uneven and long in the front so that it framed his face, the longest strands reaching down to his collarbone. His eyes were an electric blue, shadowed by his bangs and clouded a bit by pain. There were bandages wrapped around his wrists, mock manacles and chain.
Talim stood, testing his weight. His health a tad more important then the man on fire in front of him. Let the fool try to kill a magical flame with such unmagical attempts. If he succeeded then good for him, if not, well, it wasn't as if he'd never taken his meals cooked before. He reached down, taking his foot between his hands, and wretched it in one direction. A sickening snap and a tingle alerted him to the relocation of the joint. Setting it back on the ground let him know that even though he'd fixed the problem, the limb still wasn't up to holding his full weight.
Talim sighed, what a sight he must be, the limping terror of death. Oh how he must strike fear into the man's heart.
-Naomi:
Sheldon blinked. The fire was still burning on his robe, cackling the spitting with its might. He was amazed, however, that the flame did not burn through the stitches and flare upon his skin. He sighed. That was right. Rue had sewn it. Since she had sewn it, it was quite obvious not even a weak spell of magical fire would burn through it. But this was his chance though, he would finally be able to see the creature who seemed to be driving his heart racing with fear. Flailing his arm to lit the area by him, he saw the creature pursuing him. So...that was it. From the details Sheldon could make out from his fogged glasses, he seemed to appear no different than a man with tanned skin. The only difference seemed to be wings. Very large wings on the matter. "Butter...fly?" questioned Rost out loud in thought. Rost shook his head. He had never seen a butterfly out at night! For now, he just dubbed the creature being an abnormal Mothman until he could finally learn his name. But that was right! Such a creature wanted to eat him. He shuddered. Such a person wanted to take his....?
Sheldon eyes sparked when he saw a flicker of light come floating towards him. It was a dim flicker of light, but it could be seen. The flicker of light floated right passed Talim, unaware of his standing, and stopped in front of him. "She...Sheldon?" squeaked the voice. "What are you doing here?" It was Mitcha, apparently she seemed to be knocked out of memory. Sheldon frowned. He would have to apologize later when her memory came back. "M-Mitcha...!" his voice stuttered but Mitcha interrupted his talk. "Sheldon, why is your coat on fire?" she asked as he put her hand to it. One wave and the fire dispersed, only the dim flicker of her inner body light showing. Holding up her dress, she sighed. "I'm going to have to have Rue fix this..." Her small dress was tattered and shredded, all from the Rupture attack. Sheldon choked. Hadn't she seen the creature. "Mitcha..." Sheldon said. "Hadn't you see that...?" He pointed his hand and Mitcha turned around, blinking. "I don't see anything Sheldon..." she said. Another aftershock of the spell, cloudy vision. But she waved her tiny hand up in the air. "Whoever you are...Hi!" Apparently, another aftershock...stupidity.
-Jesco:
"...." Talim blinked as the nymph turned and waved at him, calling out in that annoying high pitched voice. He didn't bother restraining the urge to bat at her, and even though she was too far away for him to hit, the simple motion of doing so seemed to alleviate some of the feeling. He stalked closer, well, stalked as well as he could. "What's your name boyo." He asked, wondering why it was taking him so long to kill a mere human and his pet. At this rate his other would show up, and Malikier was always such a downer. Despite being a half-elf, the blond haired neigh-immortal was a pest and a hindrance who took much pleasure in messing up all of Talim's carefully laid plans.
His gaze raked over the two with the light the nymph provided. The man-child wasn't looking too well, pale with fear for both himself and his companion. The nymph didn't look too well either, her clothing tattered and a milky sheen to her eyes. Temporary blindness or something close to it was his guess. Silently he wondered if it was even worth it, killing them. The events from before had pulled him out of his blood lust. Now he felt like an old man stealing from a babe. A kill like this couldn't be so easy. Or rather, it shouldn't be so easy. There would be very little gain from it now.
He stood a few feet away from the two now, well within striking distance. He reached out a hand, the nails half an inch long, and though blunt looking, quite sharp. He flicked at the nymph, not really expecting it to connect, even as he stared at the boy behind her. He really was quite pretty...
-Naomi:
Sheldon shuddered. The creature...was asking his name? He couldn't tell, but he put the blame on Mitcha. If she hadn't waved an annoying Hello, he probably would of had a chance at escape. Who knows? Maybe it wanted to know his name before eating up his everything. "Uh..." stammered Sheldon. "S-S-Sheldon..." Quite a name he was not fond of. He was named after his grandfather; but that was too much details to go into. But with it more closer, Sheldon could make out more details of it. The apparent creature was definitely a man. Well. Obviously one. The other features were at a miss, Mitcha's light was beginning to fade. Either she was feeling more weak than ever or dawn was approaching. Goodness, what a leap of time. That was probably one of the disadvantages of being a time sage. You can no control over the matter of day and night...
Mitcha felt the light scratch of a fingernail against her skin. She ignored it though as she latched onto the hand finger that caused the abrasion. "Wheeee..." she squeed as she stayed suckered on. She was just putting herself up onto an event to get more hurt. Sheldon just shook his head. It was mostly his fault though. Questions began to surge through his head as he saw the apparent "Moth man." Though he had so much to ask, only one came out. "Who are you?" he questioned as he looked at Mitcha. Her light faded some more. He blinked his yellow eyes. Something out of the ordinary when most eyes colors were brown, dark brown, blue and green. Something than was always common to his race of being a changeling. These eyes were to label him. Label him as being one of the ugly of the fairy children. But so, he was not gifted with such disdainful looks. That is just occurs when you are switched at birth.
Jesco-
Talim felt the nymph cling to his finger, and irritatedly tried to shake her off. He glared at her, brought her up to eye level and stared. Hm, she looked faintly familiar, but then again, to him, every nymph looked like their species. They were all the colors found in the rainbow, and just as fruity too. He let his hand drop back to his side, he could deal with her in a bit. So long as her mouth didn't start chewing flesh form his hide, he had no real qualms about having a snack on him.
It would be so easy to just pop her into his mouth and chew. Of course, she would need to be de-clothed, and all that hair needed to be cut off. He wasn't fond of regurgitating things like those. It almost always made his throat burn in an unbearable manner.
He turned his gaze back to Sheldon, those yellow eyes of his quite appealing to Talim and his pride on being 'different'. "Talim." was all he said, when the man-child- no, Sheldon, had asked for his name in turn. "You are human, are you Pretty?" He asked, sliding his free hand around to the small of his back. Nimble fingers removed one of the gold rings around his tail feathers, the entire mass seemed to fluff up a bit. He brought the ring around to the front and started to twist it between his fingers. The band itself was shining and etched with a runic language long since forgotten. His eyes traced the engraved words he knew by heart, 'Angels of Death, Blood is our Life.'
His eyes snapped back to Sheldon when he noticed the passage of time. Normally he'd either find a place to bed down, or he'd continue on. Unlike the rest of his kin, he didn't need a set 6 or more hours of rest. But as the light continued to grow, dispelling the darkness around them, he began to notice the differences about the man-child in front of him. A different sort of hunger began to gnaw at him, the longer he looked at the male. Even if he didn't want to kill him, there were still many other ways to break him and make him wish he were dead.
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Sheldon perked his ears up at the statement and question. "W-Well, I am not a human sir..." he said. Which was half true. No human looked like him but he looked like a human. Meh, he was close enough to one. But the question made him want to sigh. [i]Yes[/i], he was pretty. But he wasn't fond of it. Hell, the more he was called it the more he felt like a woman. Letting out another deep groan at Mitcha, he turned back to Talim. "I would say so sir." he remarked with politeness in his tone. Rubbing his left eye, dawn seemed to have approached quickly. Mitcha's inner light was fully not visible. Yep, morning had enclosed the area once more. Flicking his eyes around, thanking the light generally to himself for the detail, he turned back to the man. The apparent wings were larger than he thought. And pretty too. Scratching his head and cuffing his brown locks behind his ear, he turned his attention to Mitcha who dangled lightly from the man's side. Since they were on the terms of asking question, he asked his own. "What are you?" Though, if he was able to read the engravings of the ring Talim wore he would get his answer more quickly...
Mitcha, still dazed from the spell, unlatched off of Talim and floated herself over to Sheldon. "Honii." her tiny voice echoed as she pronounced her speaking of the word "Honey". "We should get back, Rue is probably worried." Sheldon sighed. After everything the had been through, Mitcha kept on pronouncing the same of that woman. Though he shouldn't be talking so ill of his grandmother, still, he was getting annoyed from all the nagging.
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"Blood Angel." Talim replied, watching as the nymph finally let go of his finger and floated towards the non-human man-child. That explained the unfamiliar tangy scent the blood had. He couldn't claim to have seen every non-human the world held, nor could he say he'd tasted all of their blood. Though he was far older then the oldest human, he was still a child in comparison to the elves. Heck, he was considered barely an adult to his own people.
He strode forward towards the changeling and reached out to touch his face and get a closer look at his unusual eyes. The color reminded him of the were-tribes, but he didn't have the cloying scent of them. His body was far too slender to even be a half-breed. That ruled them out. Shape changer perhaps? He ran a finger over the shell of Sheldon's ear. Nope. He sure as hell wasn't a Blood Angel, or anything angelic.
Talim let his hand slide down Sheldon's arm till his fingers were painted in his blood. He dug his fingers into the wound for good measure before bringing his hand to his mouth. He didn't break eye contact as he licked the liquid from his fingers, tongue curling around each digit until they were clean. "Fae blood." He muttered, leaning in close enough so that their breath mingled. "What kind of fairy are you?" He asked opening his wings wide enough so that they were cast in shadows once more.
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Sheldon swallowed thickly as he turned red when their breathes intermingled. It was unnerving to have one's face so close to his, especially since the one seemed to be his enemy. His eyes illuminated a lightly yellowish hue when the light was stolen from his gaze by the wings of Talim. It was more of a natural body function Sheldon could of controlled. But it was useless to do when Talim came around hunting for him. It would of just revealed his location during the time. He was still trying to figure out what in the world a Blood Angel was. He has not met much species. Besides the occasional mortal and Mitcha the nymph. Sheldon winced slightly from his thoughts. Talim had dug his slender nails into Sheldon's cut. Horrendously bad since the cut was finally beginning to stop bleeding. This only prevented the process of his blood clotting and opened the wound once again. Watching Talim lick his fingers dry of his blood, he hit the nail on the marker. It was true. Sheldon was definitely a fae. Well, an outcast of the fae. His ears perked at the second question. This was something not even himself knew. He held the looks of Wood Elves; but not the magic capabilities. His time capabilities made him seem like a more rare species of fairy; but he had no control over it. There was always a chance that he was a crossbreed between the two. But that was just highly unlikely as a rare breed might only breed between themselves to keep their species going. His lips simply trembled as he replied with a, "I...I don't know." But in Sheldon's mind. He wondered about the lapse of time. Since night to the break of twilight, Sheldon was targeted by Talim the Blood Angel. Should it really take this long to have himself hunted and eaten? Even Sheldon knew that a predator doesn't toy with their food this long without filling its belly.
"Umm..." he stammered lightly turning his gaze down to watch his now dried blood on the ground beneath him. "What are you planning to do with me?" Mitcha was separated from the two as she floated outside the pair of wings of Talim. This angered her as she wanted to see the well being of Sheldon. Was he getting hurt? Was he struggling? Were they doing nothing at all? As she shifted her gaze slightly, she saw the extremely close stance Talim had taken on Sheldon. Mitcha punched her fist into her palm. No one touches her dear son Sheldon like that...! But she couldn't do anything. She was weak from the amount of magic she had used up and the spell she was hit with. She would watch and see if anything were to occur before it needed her assistance.
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[i]'Lightly glowing yellow eyes.'[/i] Talim thought, [i]'Not at all like the were-tribes. A Fae hybrid or something else entirely'[/i] For some reason the blush that stained the pretty face pleased him and unsettled him at the same time. There was one other that such a feeling had primarily been associated with, and that man could very easily wipe the ground with him. Malikier was a beast on the battlefield, and not even his own kin would take his jokes lightly. He was one of the few to have been chosen as a Gods Avatar, simply because he'd told said God to piss off.
He tilted his head slightly as Sheldon looked away, and hesitantly asked his question. A smirk curled the corners of Talim's' lips upward and his eyes narrowed slightly. Did the little Fae really want the games to end so soon? Perhaps it was merely the blood loss talking Talim had, after all, reopened the wound that was spilling the sweet lifeblood onto the ground. He lifted the wounded arm towards his mouth and suckled gently, breaking the delicate scabs that had started to reform over the area. The tang hit his tongue and he had to suppress the moan that threatened to break free. He would keep this one alive if only for his blood.
Momentarily sated he pulled back and pressed tiny butterfly kisses along the gash. Ironically enough the faint pressure helped slow the bleeding once more. He grinned at Sheldon, his lips painted red. "Mmm, you sound like your not having fun Pretty." Talim said, eyes gleaming with hunger. "But if you must know, you intrigue me. I want to know more about you before I eat you." He grabbed Sheldon's chin and tilted it up so he could get a better look at his face. "Unlike most others, I enjoy bestowing upon my prey a false sense of security." He leaned in and licked Sheldon's lips. "Before taking it away." He nipped at his lips this time, and pulled Sheldon closer, till there was little space between them.
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[b]Closing his eyes, he felt like he could almost feel his blood slipping between the crack in his skin. The blood seemed to be suctioned away from the wound as Talim sucked at it. Talim cringed. It was an awful feeling, but the light touch of lips against the gash seemed to reassure him. Sheldon eyes parted slightly to listen to what Talim had to say. His stomach churned on the inside. In reality, he wasn't having fun at all. He felt embarrassed. Being captured and held like so by another. He felt like a woman held hostage. Something he despised ever so much. His eyes held the same stance as he eared the next sentence. This just made him think more. He grimaced it. He was now worse than a toy, he was now....an experiment? A guinea pig to be prodded and poked at? Sheldon twitched. What...was this? The light feeling on Talim's tongue coursed his lips. He glared from this. Was he teasing him, belittling him?! Sheldon bit his bottom lip. He could taste the residue of his own blood Talim had left as he did so. It was disgusting to have such a taste taint his mouth. How the heck did Talim adore such a taste? Another thing to question him about. Sheldon sighed before speaking. "Stop treating me like this. I don't like to be toyed with. I am not some kind of-" his sentence was cut off as his lip was nipped. Even with the amount of blood lost, his cheeks could still usher in blood to make his face velvet red. As he was pulled closer, his stomach churned again. "W-woman." he finally said finishing his sentence.
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"Men enjoy being courted and played with too." Talim replied, licking those lips again. "And I should hope that you were not female. You are...lacking in certain areas if so." He fondled Sheldon's chest for a moment to make a point before sliding his hand south, over the cloth covered belly to the juncture between his legs. "You feel very much masculine to me." Talim squeezed what he cupped before shifting his grip to the small hip.
"Stop teasing the poor child Mally-chan!" A perky voice called out suddenly, causing Talim's head to snap in the direction of the new comer. "Malikier." Talim snarled, lowering his wings so that they were folded against his back. "The one and only." The man said, dismounting the large bicorn he'd been riding. The stocky beast sighed as if in relief, though Malikier still held onto the reigns.
"To what do I owe this displeasure?" Talim asked, tightening his grip on Sheldon. He knew what the pastel pink wearing half-elf would do. Play with them both before somehow stealing away his prize. He'd lost many a meal to the mischievous man, and many a toy as well. Though despite that, he couldn't help but run an appreciative eye over his friends form. He still, didn't look as dangerous as he was.
Clad in a soft pink sleeveless tunic, with billowing sleeve-like covers tied to his elbows, and baby pink trousers laced loose enough so that they barely hung on his hips, Malikier certainly did not look like the avatar for the God of Chaos. Not with his baby blue eyes and braided golden blond hair that dangled near his waist (Talim knew that when unbound it fell nearly to his knees in a shining mass of waves). His elven ears were long and pointed, nearly the length of a grown humans hand, and pierced along the lower portion. Each stud held a star and a tiny blue gem, each connected to the next by a thing silver chain. A curved sword hung in its scabbard tied by a blue sash to his waist and ankle length brown boots completed the outfit. Malikier looked far more feminine than any non-demon female Talim had ever seen.
"This is a traders route." Malikier replied, "People are going to be passing by on it." The delicate looking elf shrugged and laced his fingers in front of his belly. "I'll admit to not expecting to see you again so soon, not since you'd bargained with Mirror to gain my freedom." The grin he bestowed upon them was filled with straight white teeth. Too much teeth. His gaze flickered over to the root cage, then to the hovering nymph. "Oh! A wood Nymph! I haven't seen one of those in so long!" Malikier practically squealing, and darted over to her, practically dragging his mount along behind him.
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Though Sheldon was feeling weak, life seemed to jump back into him to which the area Talim had touched. He squeezed his eyes shut at such a feeling but opened them once again once it stopped. He sighed when he saw Malikier. It was more a sigh of relief than any other feeling. He did not know the person, no, but there presence certainly made Talim pause. Feeling his grip tightened around him, he wondered what in the world it was for. The said Malikier person looked as innocent as a doormouse. Though Sheldon was obviously wrong. He lowered his head as he turned his gaze down. Who exactly was that person and why Talim seem to dislike him so? Sheldon lightly muttered to Talim. "Who is that?" he asked. "You seem...to dislike him...Did he do something to you?" Sheldon blinked his yellow eyes as the Malikier person took an interest in Mitcha. Mitcha was weary of the person too. No matter how much of a grand fashion sense he seemed to have. She felt embarrassed in front of the half-elf like so. Her ballgown dress being ripped and shredded while his attire stood perfect. She twirled a partial end of her curled hair. He was an interesting person. Maybe he wasn't so weary to be about in the first place. "H-Hello there." she said, bowing her head slightly. "N-nice to meet you..."
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"It's more like what he could do..." Talim muttered, eyes never leaving the elfs form. "That's Malikier Laughingmoon, half-elf half-incubus, avatar of a God and the Serene General for the Elves. Basically he's the highest rank a person can get within the military without becoming the King."
"I'm Malikier, you can call me Liki!" He offered her his left hand, upon which three plain golden rings glinted. "Oh, your dress is torn." He pouted and waggled his right index finger at her. The spell was a simple repairing spell, but the sheer amount of magic backing it could easily override any type of protective spells to do its duty.
"We should leave." Talim grumbled slowly inching away from the now preocupied elf. He opened his wings, tighened his hold on Sheldon and backed up towards the edge of the cliff. Powerful legs tensed as he prepaired to jump.
-Naomi:
Night had loomed over the sky and darkened the presence of anyone to mere silhouettes. Light rarely penetrated the area, but the light that did show only reflected the waves of the docks underfoot. A rarely visited area of around the city Sheldon used to live in, was finally visited by him. Thus only breaking its secrets. "I heard..." Sheldon said staring across the lakes surface. "There is a secret about this lake." He pulled off his glasses to wipe away the residue that had formed upon it. Pushing it back behind the poles of his ears and poking it up more on his nose, he eyed the forest surrounding it. He was surprised however. The lake was an open area for anyone or anything to ambush him. But nothing had strayed towards the lake besides himself. Eying up the moon overhead, he sighed. "It appears to be eight minutes passed the hour of nine." he said. Picking himself up and the book that was his only company, he followed his same footsteps back to the path.
Everything was nostalgic about the mountain air. It was crisp and pure; just like how he remembered it in his youth. Slowly walking down, the wind caused the vegetation around him to stir. Sheldon shrugged it off. It was nothing. Combing back his hair, he blinked. Apparently, this hike down the path was taking longer than normal. That very morning it only took thirty minutes. But from the location of the moon once more, another hour had passed. "How interesting." Sheldon muttered as he continued to follow his same footsteps. "Maybe my mind was just playing a trick on me during the morning." Singing a song lightly to bring him up from the boring walk, he sang. "The chestnut trees grows on the plains. But the forbidden are not allowed to access. The life of sweet resides on the other side. But the forbidden are not allowed to access. So sing the sweet leaves of the chestnut trees. Come all sweet, stay all forbidden." Another little tune from his youth.
-Jesco:
((Naw, it was starting to get a bit boring.))
What little moonlight that filtered in, served only to bleach the color from his haphazardly cut hair, unruly crimson locks that obscured his face and caused a near permanent shadow over his eyes. It had been years since Talim had been in the regain, even longer since his named had fallen victim to the wind. But to him, the years that passed by were meaningless. He did not know his own beginning, and he did not know his end. His only hope was that when the light finally did die in his eyes, that it would be a glorious death surrounded by the cooling bodies of his enemies.
He gazed out over the water of the lake, eyes distant and not really there. But no matter how immersed in his thoughts he became, his guard would never drop. He'd vaguely noticed Sheldons' approach, and only acknowledged it when the man spoke. Talim let his eyes follow the others siluet, for no matter how good his night vision was, it was still too dark to make out many details. Even so, whatever detail he could make out could not be trusted. The dark well known for playing tricks on the mind, and distorting things to its whim.
Talim listened to the man as he spoke to himself, and strained his ears for the soft song he sang. He shifted on his perch, the wood beneath him creaking in protest. The feathers on his wings fluffed a bit as he shivered, having been outside since the sun had set hours ago. It was high time to return to his place of rest. He bit back a groan as he moved his deadened legs so that he was straddling the branch, before twisting around. He dropped like a stone, and flipped, landing on his toes, his knees bent and wings spread for balance. He never noticed the long red tipped white feathers that floated to the ground when he folded his avian appendages snugly against his back.
As he started off, he vaguely noted that he was following the same path that the man who'd perked his interest before had taken.
-Naomi:
(( Kay. :3 ))
Sheldon continued to follow the path leading down. He was amazed, however; that such a path hadn't been blocked off due to the deaths that occurred there every year. The path was more of a popular exportation road for traders to travel in and out of the village. Rather, it was the [i]only[/i] road for such actions. When headed west, the road branched out to three other villages. These villages were affiliated with trading and nothing more. But being such a quickly traveled mountainous path, people also thought stupidly. They believed traveling fast on the road would bring them quicker to their destination. However, it is too late for them to ever notice the narrow turn in the road. This is the point where most travelers via wagon would fall off the cliff and tumble to their death. An awful way to end, especially when trying to make a living. Sheldon recognized the path vividly, unchanged by the years he had last seen it. His brother had fell off the cliff there, stupidly by trying to smuggle illegal cargo into the closest village. Interest struck him as he walked down towards the path. Pushing his glasses up more the moonlight shined on the area he wanted to see.
In a large pile resided the fallen victims to the cliff years ago to the time Sheldon was standing now. Piles of cargo spilled across the land underneath him. Also joining them, the wooden wheels of wagons and the skeletons of unburied casualties. Sheldon sighed noticing the newest one to join the group. A family it looked like. A young couple with about a three year old son. Their lifeless bodies were mashed in inhuman places. A arm twisted, a leg turned, a head pulled back to name a few. Sheldon sighed once more when he looked down at the poor family to be put to death. Sheldon would take action, but he couldn't take action. It was not his position to, it was just that their times were up. Speaking of time however, Sheldon eyed the moon once more. "Ten minutes passed ten." he said. "I really have been out to late. I should get back to town." As he turned around to do so, a light chipper voice broke the silence. "Honiiii." called the voice. "Honniiiii." it said again. Sheldon turned around to a little fairy floating towards him. Her body lit up in the darkness, very helpful out in that dark night. "Honi!" the little fairy said. "Come, we must go back. Ree is worried!"
Sheldon nodded. "Okay Mitcha." he said smiling towards her. "Lead the way." Following after the fairy, he laughed to himself. "A hundred year old leaf nymph..." he said. "And you still haven't grown a bit." Mitcha, the apparent leaf nymph, glared at him. "It is not my choice to." she said. "Time isn't just on my side." Sheldon stopped. "Even after one hundred years?" he questioned. Mitcha just turned towards him and glared. "Hold out your arm." she said. Doing so, he wondered what the leaf nymph would do. She slashed at his arm, causing a small cut on his wrist. "Ow!" he reflexed back. "What was that for?" Mitcha kept her glare. "For questioning Time." she said as she continued to float forward. Sheldon sighed as he held his fingers over his cut. Whispering something lightly, his fingers glowed over the cut. His cut sealed and Sheldon smiled. "I guess I mastered it." he said triumphantly. But before long, hit skin slit open and blood trickled out in its red stream. "Damn!" he said as he held the cut tight. "I guess I was wrong..." He looked for Mitcha. She was apparently gone. He trembled. He was alone in the middle of darkness with blood spewing from his wrist. He was an easy target now.
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The heady scent of blood that drifted idly on the wind made Talims mouth water. He wondered if the coppery tang would be as sweet as it smelled. He'd been walking for a while, his odd gait easily attributed to the fact that his lower half was very much bird like, with inverted knees and flesh that faded into scales below his calves. His feet themselves were reminiscent to that of a dragons forepaws, five long toes that could do anything from grasping a delicate writing tool, to rending muscle from bone. One leg, from upper thigh down was fully exposed to the winds mercy, the other was warm as the sturdy cloth that covered it was still mostly intact.
Unconsciously Talim had sped up. If there was blood on the wind, it meant that something ahead was injured, possibly dead, dying, or fighting. The thought of a battle made his blood heat. He gorged himself on combat almost as much as he did on red meat, still steaming from the body it had just come from. He resisted the urge to take to the skies, for flying in such darkness would be suicidal. A part of him hoped that he wasn't getting excited over nothing. He knew that there was a sharp turn neigh invisible from the path itself until you were upon it. Many a fair folk had met their death there. He always made it a point to stop and relive himself there, for any who had lost their life were sure idiots.
Long white and crimson feathers swirled around his ankles as he kept his increased pace. His stride always changing in mid step so as to not pull out one of his tail feathers. Even bound as they were by the gold bands at the base of his spine did little to tame them when he was grounded.
The narrowed path was just up ahead, and the scent of blood that much stronger. A sliver of light danced across his form as he passed it, catching the gold chokers around his neck, reflecting off the green gem in the hollow of his throat, and off the many bangles on his wrist. Talim nearly winced as he saw the reflected light. Surely he'd given himself away now, but no matter. He would risk injuring himself if it meant he would get a good meal that night. It would be a feast of blood, fear, and adrenalin.
-Naomi:
[b]Sheldon paused himself. Was there something there? Was his life about to be ended now? Turning, he noticed the gleam of something within the moonlight. Sheldon froze within his tracks. Not even knowing what in the world the creature was that stood in front of him, he held up his fingers in a defensive gesture. "D-Don't step any closer!" he said. "I w-will attack!" His fear had caused his voice to stutter. Not good. If he were to speak a spell, it might not work or backfire on him. He tried to calm himself. But he just couldn't. Rather, he fixated his fingers into another position. A teleportation spell. One he had just learned when he was away studying. He wasn't very good at it though; like most of the spells he learned. He couldn't think of the possibilities that could occur if he used it, but they could also make the end of him too. Sheldon shuddered. Either he had angered time for his comment, or it was his time instead. As Sheldon watched, he saw a glint of light within the darkness. It was Mitcha and she had returned. "Hoonniiiiii!" she bellowed in the darkness. "Honniiiiii! Why are you there? C'mon, let's go!" Sheldon shuddered as he choked. His voice was too dry. He was unable to tell her to go back the way she came. To run away from the creature that was standing in front of him.
"Honii." said Mitcha as she stopped in front of him. Now, the details of her could be made out perfectly in Sheldon's gaze. The pink and white little ball room dress she wore and her curled emerald hair were just to name a few. "Honii." she repeated. "Why are you just standing here? Let's get back to the inn. Ree probably thinks your dead by now!" Sheldon choked once more. He will be dead soon and so would her if she didn't fly back to get help. Tilting her head with her tiny palms on her waist, she glared at Sheldon once more when he didn't speak. "What is your problem Honii?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue? Or did you swallow it?" Gulping after this statement, Sheldon pointed his hand holding the cut towards the figure in front of him. Mitcha turned around, stared for a bit, than turned back. "I don't seen anything Honii. Just darkness." Sheldon felt like slapping himself That's right. Mitcha can only see objects that are within her inner body's light. Everything else just seems black. As since her light only expands about eight inches from her body, it wasn't very advantageous. Time really was messing with him. It was preventing everything from him avoiding the outcome. Even worse, it was involving innocent others too.
-Jesco:
((I must bow out for now, I have work in the morning. I'll try to get you an image of Talim asap as well, gotta re-draw him.))
Talim grinned as he watched the male become aware of his presence, just like he thought he would. He could barely make out the others movements, fingers curling and changing as his mind decided on different things. The stutter in the others voice was just adorable. It made Talim want to to hear it pitch higher and become tainted with agony. Then the ball of light drifted in, calling out to the one who would soon become his supper. But as he took a closer look, unaware of the fact that his eyes had started to glow an electrical blue in the presence of the magical light, Talim was startled to see that the creature was a leaf nymph. It had been nearly fifty years since he'd caught a glimpse of such a creature.
He couldn't recall if he's ever tasted one, or bested one in a fight, but now was as good of a chance as any to see. He took a step forward, shifting his body into a slightly crouched position. If he over shot this, then it would be his body that plummeted off the cliff. If not, well, he hoped that he wouldn't push such a delectable looking meal off instead. He had no wish to become a scavenger any time soon. No matter how fresh the kill was. Talim's lips stretched into a wider grin and he sprang forward.
-Naomi:
[[ Goodnight! And I would love to see him. I'll either sketch a quick drawing of Sheldon or look for another one. 83 ]]
[b]Sheldon choked back fear again when he saw the bluish shine from the creature. His mind was all lost when it came to Mitcha. "[i]Run away you stupid nymph, run away![/i]" he yelled in his mind. "[i]You shouldn't be caught up in this![/i]" He gritted his teeth. It was now or never. Save Mitcha from the creature or suffer both of themselves to the might of it. "M-Mitcha!" Sheldon's voice cracked. "G-get out of the way, there is something there! Really, just run away!" He lapsed to his knees diving into his own pool of blood. He was getting weak from loss of blood as he really did a number when he tried to deal his small wound. "Crap..." he muttered to himself. It really was the end for him.
Mitcha blinked when she saw the bluish tinge that came when her inner body's light shined. She turned to Sheldon. "He really isn't lying..." she thought as she saw the eyes of the creature. The cry of Sheldon didn't phase her. Plus, getting him on the ground was for the best. "It is okay Sheldon." spoke the hundred year old nymph. "I am going to protect you no matter what!" Clasping her tiny palms together, roots from underneath swelled around her and Sheldon. She grinned lightly. "Even with the size of a leaf nymph, I can protect as any forest nymph!" She focused herself as she remembered the duties she was taught when she was young. Forest Nymphs, the highest of the ranks were lead to protect forests. Bark Nymphs protected the trees. Petal Nymphs, Pollen Nymphs, and Stem Nymphs (third ranks) protected the flowers. And Leaf Nymphs, the lowest of them all protected the tree leaves. Mitcha felt like any Forest Nymph now. Not because she was protecting a forest. Not because she was the highest rank. Not because she felt like the highest rank. It was because she was protecting something important to her; Sheldon. "Hang in there Sheldon." she said. "I'm going to get you out of here soon!"
Sheldon lifted himself up when he saw Mitcha. It had been so long since she used magic. Plus the amount she was using up was going to affect her health from years to come. "Mitcha stop!" his voice uproared over the cackling of the roots. "I-I don't need saving! Leave me be! Mitcha...You will die if you continue!" Mitcha just grinned as she yelled over. "It is worth it Sheldon! You are more important than anyone else I know. Get used to it and sit there like a good and annoying Time Sage!"
-Jesco:
((Clicked Submit by mistake with the last one. >< Leaving it short and open because I'm not sure just what Mitcha is doing.))
Talim chuckled at the serious banter, they didn't know what he was. His kind devoured everything, magical assaults only made them stronger. "How sweet." He cooed, his voice melodious and tainted by blood lust, "Give me your worst little one." He claws left small imprints in the ground as he rushed forward. He hoped that he wouldn't end up impaling himself on one of those roots. Being impaled sucked big time, and he had a feeling that Mirror wouldn't be in an amicable mood this time around to help him out. The death shade was being as finicky as ever, and Talim had no wish to find out what it felt like to be slowly turned to sand, as Mirror was fond of doing to those who annoyed him.
-Naomi: [[ x3 She is just throwing roots around to form a shield. She can't attack. And that is fine~ ]]
Mitcha continued to swirl her roots around. Just like her kind, they couldn't attack. They were left to defend their importance and nothing more. Mitcha glared as she was feeling weak. This control of the nature around her was really wearing her down. "I-I won't give up!" she spoke to the monster. She knew she couldn't do much but just keeping the root barrier up. It was not much but at least she could keep Sheldon alive until she had her chance. "Sheldon." she said. "W-When I give the word. I want you to run. Run far away." she said. "And don't look back."
Sheldon shook his head. "What the heck are you planning to do Mitcha?!" he screamed. He couldn't just let his guardian sacrifice herself to whatever crazy plan she seemed to he concocting up. But apparently they were only carrying about each others safety and not their own. Sheldon couldn't take it anymore. His mind was spinning with the amount of excitement going on around him.
When Mitcha spied the impalement of claws into the soil and her eyes widened. "Oh no..." she said. She knew exactly what in the world the creature was. She had encountered one before. One that had nearly destroyed the entire population of the forest she used to live in. "Sheldon!" she yelled. "Go run now! Run you idiot, can't you see it-" Before Mitcha could finish her sentence, she was blown back towards the woods by a force. It didn't seem to be of the monster no. This came from Sheldon. "She can be safe." he said. Sheldon had surged a "Rupture" spell towards her to knock her out. She shouldn't interfere. He darted his yellow eyes around. He had no idea where the creature was. It was too dark to even see his own wound now. "Whatever the hell you are!" he screamed with his eyes shut. "Come and get me now!" Tears trickled down his face. What he was doing was right. Mitcha had the right to live. She had happiness before she met Sheldon. She can return to that happiness once more.
-Jesco:
"Oh but pretty," Talim cooed, climbing up the roots that had stopped growing when Mitcha had been knocked out, "It's so much more fun to play with you like this. Your human eyes can't make anything about can they?" Of course he wasn't going to tell the boy that without even a tiny sliver of light his own eyes were next to useless as well. He strained his superior vision against the darkness, just barely able to make out Sheldon's figure amongst the shadows.
He lost his balance then, as one of the roots gave underneath his unimpressive weight, causing him to slide down. He winced as pain flared up in his palms as he scrabbled to catch a hand or foot hold. A perk at having independent toes was that they could be thought of as a second set of hands. His fingernails dug crescent shaped furrows into the bark as he pulled himself up again. His left pinky toe let him know that there was probably wood, or something stuck in the joint, with the way it was practically screaming at him. The tangy scent of his own blood slowly wafted up to him.
Talim growled softly to himself, careful not to let his own excitement get the better of him. His eyes only glowed when there was light to be reflected, and now that the annoying nymph was out cold somewhere... Talim chuckled in his head. No matter that strange power the boy had, he would become quite the fine meal for him.
The Blood Angel crept closer, wisely testing each perch before moving onto it. His wings were held against his back so tensely that they ached. But better a muscle cramp now, then the risk of a broken wing later.
-Naomi:
[[ xD Sweet. I am saving it too. :3 But under wordpad. ]]
The changeling boy sniffed slightly. Blood? He smelled it, though the fragrance was light. Apparently though, this creature could bleed. Even better, it could be injured. This just assured Sheldon more. Turning his head about, he searched violently. With very large ears, it made his hearing more acute. But whether it be the creature had stopped moving or was very stealthy, Sheldon could not hear it. The voice though aimed Sheldon towards the roots. Crap. He was close. Pushing his glasses up causing the moonlight to reflect off of them, he had to search for an area. Just any area in which the light shined the most as possible. But the only light besides the moon that shined was the dim flicker of Mitcha in the bushes. She was close to regaining conscious, something not grand. Removing his hand from his wound, more blood gushed out into the pool. There was really no end to the blood flow. It would take Mitcha's healing and a week of rest just to restore the amount of blood he lost.
Holding his hands together, he whispered something under his breathe. He stammered on the words though of the spell he would cast. If he was lucky and just blew, flames would burst from the hole he made in his hands and set the roots ablaze. However, if he was unlucky...The fire would backlash and hurt him instead. Just the tiniest blow from him and it would either describe his win or his demise. He held his breathe as he waited. He would not chance it. He would rather await the right moment to attack. As the trail of blood soaked into his sleeve. He waited. His choked slightly. How long would he wait? Time could only tell.
-Jesco:
There, a flicker of light on glass. Hm, it wasn't directly below him, but it wasn't too far out of his reach. Talim studied the area to the best of his abilities searching for any kind of trap. He didn't catch Sheldon's words, the stuttered spell. He felt a tingle wash over his skin, a sure sign of some magical spell being cast. He shuddered, barely managing to hold back a moan of pure lust. Magic was to him a precursor to mating. Violent mating where one or both of the participants would leave with horrendous wounds, which would later be worn like battle trophies. Talim licked his lips, there was a reason why his kind had slowly become scarce.
He prowled around a little longer, shifting his weight from side to side before tucking his limbs in and dropping like a stone. He uncurled at the last moment, legs bracing for impact, talons stretched for either ground or flesh.
-Naomi:
Sheldon blinked. Was it coming? Had it given up? He had no idea from the swelling darkness. Really. He shouldn't have knocked out Mitcha if he knew she was this handy. At response, he finally had a chance to relieve his breathe and blow the spell. Unfortunately, he spell backfired on him. But for some reason, the inferno he expected was only a tiny flare of fire. But the fire caught on his sleeve and grew quickly from the fibers. "Crap!" he said as the fire illuminated his face and torso. He waved his arm to try and put it out. But this just meant he was feeding more life to the fire as it grew. He waved his arm more in attempt to kill the flames off. Really now. If Sheldon was so bad at casting spells, why did he ever choose it. That was right...He had no choice. He focused his gaze though. There was no use of him remembering his past now! He started to roll, always thinking of the maneuver of taking his robe off. But the night was cold. Not worth it. Not worth it at all. Shaking his head, he continued to roll. The blaze of the fire lingered though.
"Damn..." he muttered to himself. Why wouldn't the darn thing go out?
-Jesco:
Talim let out a newel of distress as the fire roared to life below him. He twisted to avoid hitting the bumbling creature as he attempted to put out the fire he'd created. He landed awkwardly and a sickening feeling in one of his ankles let him knew that his body hadn't liked the landing either. Of course, such a message involved a lot of pain. He crumpled to his knees, head bowed for a moment.
The fire did a good job of illuminating the small enclosure, even the area outside of its light was decorated by dancing shadows. If Sheldon were to look at Talim, he would see a creature clad in a pair of tattered dark blue pants, one leg of which was missing. From the shredded remains of that leg hints of tanned flesh could be seen, before short white fur flowed smoothly down from mid thigh. The legs of the creature were reminiscent to that of a four legged predator, even if the fur ended at feet that looked far too much like a dragons forepaws for comfort. The fur surrounding the left foot was pink, as if there was a wound there.
From his hunched position the white and red wings could be seen, even folded they were a good three feet taller then him. Other then those specific things, the man (for his chest was shirtless and there was no rounded mass attached) was remarkably human like. His ears, though pointed at the tip, were small, there was no hint of body hair, other then what was on his head and his legs. His arms were in proportion to the rest of his body, and his hands were large, with long fingers. His hair was a bright coppery red, uneven and long in the front so that it framed his face, the longest strands reaching down to his collarbone. His eyes were an electric blue, shadowed by his bangs and clouded a bit by pain. There were bandages wrapped around his wrists, mock manacles and chain.
Talim stood, testing his weight. His health a tad more important then the man on fire in front of him. Let the fool try to kill a magical flame with such unmagical attempts. If he succeeded then good for him, if not, well, it wasn't as if he'd never taken his meals cooked before. He reached down, taking his foot between his hands, and wretched it in one direction. A sickening snap and a tingle alerted him to the relocation of the joint. Setting it back on the ground let him know that even though he'd fixed the problem, the limb still wasn't up to holding his full weight.
Talim sighed, what a sight he must be, the limping terror of death. Oh how he must strike fear into the man's heart.
-Naomi:
Sheldon blinked. The fire was still burning on his robe, cackling the spitting with its might. He was amazed, however, that the flame did not burn through the stitches and flare upon his skin. He sighed. That was right. Rue had sewn it. Since she had sewn it, it was quite obvious not even a weak spell of magical fire would burn through it. But this was his chance though, he would finally be able to see the creature who seemed to be driving his heart racing with fear. Flailing his arm to lit the area by him, he saw the creature pursuing him. So...that was it. From the details Sheldon could make out from his fogged glasses, he seemed to appear no different than a man with tanned skin. The only difference seemed to be wings. Very large wings on the matter. "Butter...fly?" questioned Rost out loud in thought. Rost shook his head. He had never seen a butterfly out at night! For now, he just dubbed the creature being an abnormal Mothman until he could finally learn his name. But that was right! Such a creature wanted to eat him. He shuddered. Such a person wanted to take his....?
Sheldon eyes sparked when he saw a flicker of light come floating towards him. It was a dim flicker of light, but it could be seen. The flicker of light floated right passed Talim, unaware of his standing, and stopped in front of him. "She...Sheldon?" squeaked the voice. "What are you doing here?" It was Mitcha, apparently she seemed to be knocked out of memory. Sheldon frowned. He would have to apologize later when her memory came back. "M-Mitcha...!" his voice stuttered but Mitcha interrupted his talk. "Sheldon, why is your coat on fire?" she asked as he put her hand to it. One wave and the fire dispersed, only the dim flicker of her inner body light showing. Holding up her dress, she sighed. "I'm going to have to have Rue fix this..." Her small dress was tattered and shredded, all from the Rupture attack. Sheldon choked. Hadn't she seen the creature. "Mitcha..." Sheldon said. "Hadn't you see that...?" He pointed his hand and Mitcha turned around, blinking. "I don't see anything Sheldon..." she said. Another aftershock of the spell, cloudy vision. But she waved her tiny hand up in the air. "Whoever you are...Hi!" Apparently, another aftershock...stupidity.
-Jesco:
"...." Talim blinked as the nymph turned and waved at him, calling out in that annoying high pitched voice. He didn't bother restraining the urge to bat at her, and even though she was too far away for him to hit, the simple motion of doing so seemed to alleviate some of the feeling. He stalked closer, well, stalked as well as he could. "What's your name boyo." He asked, wondering why it was taking him so long to kill a mere human and his pet. At this rate his other would show up, and Malikier was always such a downer. Despite being a half-elf, the blond haired neigh-immortal was a pest and a hindrance who took much pleasure in messing up all of Talim's carefully laid plans.
His gaze raked over the two with the light the nymph provided. The man-child wasn't looking too well, pale with fear for both himself and his companion. The nymph didn't look too well either, her clothing tattered and a milky sheen to her eyes. Temporary blindness or something close to it was his guess. Silently he wondered if it was even worth it, killing them. The events from before had pulled him out of his blood lust. Now he felt like an old man stealing from a babe. A kill like this couldn't be so easy. Or rather, it shouldn't be so easy. There would be very little gain from it now.
He stood a few feet away from the two now, well within striking distance. He reached out a hand, the nails half an inch long, and though blunt looking, quite sharp. He flicked at the nymph, not really expecting it to connect, even as he stared at the boy behind her. He really was quite pretty...
-Naomi:
Sheldon shuddered. The creature...was asking his name? He couldn't tell, but he put the blame on Mitcha. If she hadn't waved an annoying Hello, he probably would of had a chance at escape. Who knows? Maybe it wanted to know his name before eating up his everything. "Uh..." stammered Sheldon. "S-S-Sheldon..." Quite a name he was not fond of. He was named after his grandfather; but that was too much details to go into. But with it more closer, Sheldon could make out more details of it. The apparent creature was definitely a man. Well. Obviously one. The other features were at a miss, Mitcha's light was beginning to fade. Either she was feeling more weak than ever or dawn was approaching. Goodness, what a leap of time. That was probably one of the disadvantages of being a time sage. You can no control over the matter of day and night...
Mitcha felt the light scratch of a fingernail against her skin. She ignored it though as she latched onto the hand finger that caused the abrasion. "Wheeee..." she squeed as she stayed suckered on. She was just putting herself up onto an event to get more hurt. Sheldon just shook his head. It was mostly his fault though. Questions began to surge through his head as he saw the apparent "Moth man." Though he had so much to ask, only one came out. "Who are you?" he questioned as he looked at Mitcha. Her light faded some more. He blinked his yellow eyes. Something out of the ordinary when most eyes colors were brown, dark brown, blue and green. Something than was always common to his race of being a changeling. These eyes were to label him. Label him as being one of the ugly of the fairy children. But so, he was not gifted with such disdainful looks. That is just occurs when you are switched at birth.
Jesco-
Talim felt the nymph cling to his finger, and irritatedly tried to shake her off. He glared at her, brought her up to eye level and stared. Hm, she looked faintly familiar, but then again, to him, every nymph looked like their species. They were all the colors found in the rainbow, and just as fruity too. He let his hand drop back to his side, he could deal with her in a bit. So long as her mouth didn't start chewing flesh form his hide, he had no real qualms about having a snack on him.
It would be so easy to just pop her into his mouth and chew. Of course, she would need to be de-clothed, and all that hair needed to be cut off. He wasn't fond of regurgitating things like those. It almost always made his throat burn in an unbearable manner.
He turned his gaze back to Sheldon, those yellow eyes of his quite appealing to Talim and his pride on being 'different'. "Talim." was all he said, when the man-child- no, Sheldon, had asked for his name in turn. "You are human, are you Pretty?" He asked, sliding his free hand around to the small of his back. Nimble fingers removed one of the gold rings around his tail feathers, the entire mass seemed to fluff up a bit. He brought the ring around to the front and started to twist it between his fingers. The band itself was shining and etched with a runic language long since forgotten. His eyes traced the engraved words he knew by heart, 'Angels of Death, Blood is our Life.'
His eyes snapped back to Sheldon when he noticed the passage of time. Normally he'd either find a place to bed down, or he'd continue on. Unlike the rest of his kin, he didn't need a set 6 or more hours of rest. But as the light continued to grow, dispelling the darkness around them, he began to notice the differences about the man-child in front of him. A different sort of hunger began to gnaw at him, the longer he looked at the male. Even if he didn't want to kill him, there were still many other ways to break him and make him wish he were dead.
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Sheldon perked his ears up at the statement and question. "W-Well, I am not a human sir..." he said. Which was half true. No human looked like him but he looked like a human. Meh, he was close enough to one. But the question made him want to sigh. [i]Yes[/i], he was pretty. But he wasn't fond of it. Hell, the more he was called it the more he felt like a woman. Letting out another deep groan at Mitcha, he turned back to Talim. "I would say so sir." he remarked with politeness in his tone. Rubbing his left eye, dawn seemed to have approached quickly. Mitcha's inner light was fully not visible. Yep, morning had enclosed the area once more. Flicking his eyes around, thanking the light generally to himself for the detail, he turned back to the man. The apparent wings were larger than he thought. And pretty too. Scratching his head and cuffing his brown locks behind his ear, he turned his attention to Mitcha who dangled lightly from the man's side. Since they were on the terms of asking question, he asked his own. "What are you?" Though, if he was able to read the engravings of the ring Talim wore he would get his answer more quickly...
Mitcha, still dazed from the spell, unlatched off of Talim and floated herself over to Sheldon. "Honii." her tiny voice echoed as she pronounced her speaking of the word "Honey". "We should get back, Rue is probably worried." Sheldon sighed. After everything the had been through, Mitcha kept on pronouncing the same of that woman. Though he shouldn't be talking so ill of his grandmother, still, he was getting annoyed from all the nagging.
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"Blood Angel." Talim replied, watching as the nymph finally let go of his finger and floated towards the non-human man-child. That explained the unfamiliar tangy scent the blood had. He couldn't claim to have seen every non-human the world held, nor could he say he'd tasted all of their blood. Though he was far older then the oldest human, he was still a child in comparison to the elves. Heck, he was considered barely an adult to his own people.
He strode forward towards the changeling and reached out to touch his face and get a closer look at his unusual eyes. The color reminded him of the were-tribes, but he didn't have the cloying scent of them. His body was far too slender to even be a half-breed. That ruled them out. Shape changer perhaps? He ran a finger over the shell of Sheldon's ear. Nope. He sure as hell wasn't a Blood Angel, or anything angelic.
Talim let his hand slide down Sheldon's arm till his fingers were painted in his blood. He dug his fingers into the wound for good measure before bringing his hand to his mouth. He didn't break eye contact as he licked the liquid from his fingers, tongue curling around each digit until they were clean. "Fae blood." He muttered, leaning in close enough so that their breath mingled. "What kind of fairy are you?" He asked opening his wings wide enough so that they were cast in shadows once more.
Naomi-
Sheldon swallowed thickly as he turned red when their breathes intermingled. It was unnerving to have one's face so close to his, especially since the one seemed to be his enemy. His eyes illuminated a lightly yellowish hue when the light was stolen from his gaze by the wings of Talim. It was more of a natural body function Sheldon could of controlled. But it was useless to do when Talim came around hunting for him. It would of just revealed his location during the time. He was still trying to figure out what in the world a Blood Angel was. He has not met much species. Besides the occasional mortal and Mitcha the nymph. Sheldon winced slightly from his thoughts. Talim had dug his slender nails into Sheldon's cut. Horrendously bad since the cut was finally beginning to stop bleeding. This only prevented the process of his blood clotting and opened the wound once again. Watching Talim lick his fingers dry of his blood, he hit the nail on the marker. It was true. Sheldon was definitely a fae. Well, an outcast of the fae. His ears perked at the second question. This was something not even himself knew. He held the looks of Wood Elves; but not the magic capabilities. His time capabilities made him seem like a more rare species of fairy; but he had no control over it. There was always a chance that he was a crossbreed between the two. But that was just highly unlikely as a rare breed might only breed between themselves to keep their species going. His lips simply trembled as he replied with a, "I...I don't know." But in Sheldon's mind. He wondered about the lapse of time. Since night to the break of twilight, Sheldon was targeted by Talim the Blood Angel. Should it really take this long to have himself hunted and eaten? Even Sheldon knew that a predator doesn't toy with their food this long without filling its belly.
"Umm..." he stammered lightly turning his gaze down to watch his now dried blood on the ground beneath him. "What are you planning to do with me?" Mitcha was separated from the two as she floated outside the pair of wings of Talim. This angered her as she wanted to see the well being of Sheldon. Was he getting hurt? Was he struggling? Were they doing nothing at all? As she shifted her gaze slightly, she saw the extremely close stance Talim had taken on Sheldon. Mitcha punched her fist into her palm. No one touches her dear son Sheldon like that...! But she couldn't do anything. She was weak from the amount of magic she had used up and the spell she was hit with. She would watch and see if anything were to occur before it needed her assistance.
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[i]'Lightly glowing yellow eyes.'[/i] Talim thought, [i]'Not at all like the were-tribes. A Fae hybrid or something else entirely'[/i] For some reason the blush that stained the pretty face pleased him and unsettled him at the same time. There was one other that such a feeling had primarily been associated with, and that man could very easily wipe the ground with him. Malikier was a beast on the battlefield, and not even his own kin would take his jokes lightly. He was one of the few to have been chosen as a Gods Avatar, simply because he'd told said God to piss off.
He tilted his head slightly as Sheldon looked away, and hesitantly asked his question. A smirk curled the corners of Talim's' lips upward and his eyes narrowed slightly. Did the little Fae really want the games to end so soon? Perhaps it was merely the blood loss talking Talim had, after all, reopened the wound that was spilling the sweet lifeblood onto the ground. He lifted the wounded arm towards his mouth and suckled gently, breaking the delicate scabs that had started to reform over the area. The tang hit his tongue and he had to suppress the moan that threatened to break free. He would keep this one alive if only for his blood.
Momentarily sated he pulled back and pressed tiny butterfly kisses along the gash. Ironically enough the faint pressure helped slow the bleeding once more. He grinned at Sheldon, his lips painted red. "Mmm, you sound like your not having fun Pretty." Talim said, eyes gleaming with hunger. "But if you must know, you intrigue me. I want to know more about you before I eat you." He grabbed Sheldon's chin and tilted it up so he could get a better look at his face. "Unlike most others, I enjoy bestowing upon my prey a false sense of security." He leaned in and licked Sheldon's lips. "Before taking it away." He nipped at his lips this time, and pulled Sheldon closer, till there was little space between them.
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[b]Closing his eyes, he felt like he could almost feel his blood slipping between the crack in his skin. The blood seemed to be suctioned away from the wound as Talim sucked at it. Talim cringed. It was an awful feeling, but the light touch of lips against the gash seemed to reassure him. Sheldon eyes parted slightly to listen to what Talim had to say. His stomach churned on the inside. In reality, he wasn't having fun at all. He felt embarrassed. Being captured and held like so by another. He felt like a woman held hostage. Something he despised ever so much. His eyes held the same stance as he eared the next sentence. This just made him think more. He grimaced it. He was now worse than a toy, he was now....an experiment? A guinea pig to be prodded and poked at? Sheldon twitched. What...was this? The light feeling on Talim's tongue coursed his lips. He glared from this. Was he teasing him, belittling him?! Sheldon bit his bottom lip. He could taste the residue of his own blood Talim had left as he did so. It was disgusting to have such a taste taint his mouth. How the heck did Talim adore such a taste? Another thing to question him about. Sheldon sighed before speaking. "Stop treating me like this. I don't like to be toyed with. I am not some kind of-" his sentence was cut off as his lip was nipped. Even with the amount of blood lost, his cheeks could still usher in blood to make his face velvet red. As he was pulled closer, his stomach churned again. "W-woman." he finally said finishing his sentence.
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"Men enjoy being courted and played with too." Talim replied, licking those lips again. "And I should hope that you were not female. You are...lacking in certain areas if so." He fondled Sheldon's chest for a moment to make a point before sliding his hand south, over the cloth covered belly to the juncture between his legs. "You feel very much masculine to me." Talim squeezed what he cupped before shifting his grip to the small hip.
"Stop teasing the poor child Mally-chan!" A perky voice called out suddenly, causing Talim's head to snap in the direction of the new comer. "Malikier." Talim snarled, lowering his wings so that they were folded against his back. "The one and only." The man said, dismounting the large bicorn he'd been riding. The stocky beast sighed as if in relief, though Malikier still held onto the reigns.
"To what do I owe this displeasure?" Talim asked, tightening his grip on Sheldon. He knew what the pastel pink wearing half-elf would do. Play with them both before somehow stealing away his prize. He'd lost many a meal to the mischievous man, and many a toy as well. Though despite that, he couldn't help but run an appreciative eye over his friends form. He still, didn't look as dangerous as he was.
Clad in a soft pink sleeveless tunic, with billowing sleeve-like covers tied to his elbows, and baby pink trousers laced loose enough so that they barely hung on his hips, Malikier certainly did not look like the avatar for the God of Chaos. Not with his baby blue eyes and braided golden blond hair that dangled near his waist (Talim knew that when unbound it fell nearly to his knees in a shining mass of waves). His elven ears were long and pointed, nearly the length of a grown humans hand, and pierced along the lower portion. Each stud held a star and a tiny blue gem, each connected to the next by a thing silver chain. A curved sword hung in its scabbard tied by a blue sash to his waist and ankle length brown boots completed the outfit. Malikier looked far more feminine than any non-demon female Talim had ever seen.
"This is a traders route." Malikier replied, "People are going to be passing by on it." The delicate looking elf shrugged and laced his fingers in front of his belly. "I'll admit to not expecting to see you again so soon, not since you'd bargained with Mirror to gain my freedom." The grin he bestowed upon them was filled with straight white teeth. Too much teeth. His gaze flickered over to the root cage, then to the hovering nymph. "Oh! A wood Nymph! I haven't seen one of those in so long!" Malikier practically squealing, and darted over to her, practically dragging his mount along behind him.
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Though Sheldon was feeling weak, life seemed to jump back into him to which the area Talim had touched. He squeezed his eyes shut at such a feeling but opened them once again once it stopped. He sighed when he saw Malikier. It was more a sigh of relief than any other feeling. He did not know the person, no, but there presence certainly made Talim pause. Feeling his grip tightened around him, he wondered what in the world it was for. The said Malikier person looked as innocent as a doormouse. Though Sheldon was obviously wrong. He lowered his head as he turned his gaze down. Who exactly was that person and why Talim seem to dislike him so? Sheldon lightly muttered to Talim. "Who is that?" he asked. "You seem...to dislike him...Did he do something to you?" Sheldon blinked his yellow eyes as the Malikier person took an interest in Mitcha. Mitcha was weary of the person too. No matter how much of a grand fashion sense he seemed to have. She felt embarrassed in front of the half-elf like so. Her ballgown dress being ripped and shredded while his attire stood perfect. She twirled a partial end of her curled hair. He was an interesting person. Maybe he wasn't so weary to be about in the first place. "H-Hello there." she said, bowing her head slightly. "N-nice to meet you..."
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"It's more like what he could do..." Talim muttered, eyes never leaving the elfs form. "That's Malikier Laughingmoon, half-elf half-incubus, avatar of a God and the Serene General for the Elves. Basically he's the highest rank a person can get within the military without becoming the King."
"I'm Malikier, you can call me Liki!" He offered her his left hand, upon which three plain golden rings glinted. "Oh, your dress is torn." He pouted and waggled his right index finger at her. The spell was a simple repairing spell, but the sheer amount of magic backing it could easily override any type of protective spells to do its duty.
"We should leave." Talim grumbled slowly inching away from the now preocupied elf. He opened his wings, tighened his hold on Sheldon and backed up towards the edge of the cliff. Powerful legs tensed as he prepaired to jump.