Log: 01/012;
Who: Riful of the West
What: Riful creepin' near the lake outpost
When: Saturday October 2nd. 2:30am, 7 hours after her initial conversation with Damian
Where: Paradisan forest, a mile or so from the Lake Outpost.
Rating: 14A FOR RIFUL'S GURO FANTASIES
Riful honestly hadn't been surprised to find the outpost closest to her manor completely devoid of life. Truthfully, if it had been occupied in some manner she would have been genuinely confused. She could see no gain for them to risk their well being in such a ridiculous manner...naturally she would be curious, but ultimately she would have probably decided to eat them. Unless they were strong she supposed...but persons with that sort of ability seemed to be rare in Paradisa. There was only an handful of people she could remember standing out since her arrival.
The Exorcists Allen and Cross.
Faye, the woman with the flying machine.
Erica, the girl with the strange weapons.
Dick and Akihiko, who commanded a strange force that had made her Awakened Form convulse and become irritably numb.
The one who had managed to strike her with a bow from so far away...a strange woman she hadn't seen the face of.
They all held promise for sure. The bullets hadn't pierced her flesh but they had certainly been felt and while they weren't effective on their own, when combined with the sting of an Exorcist's weapon and the strange futuristic weapons Erica had commanded... A blissful sigh left Riful's lips as she draw her hands together in front of her, almost as if in prayer. Teamwork really was a beautiful thing...! Where one could not succeed alone, the banding of many together enabled them to accomplish a magnificent feat. It had taken her a month to fully recover from all the damage she had sustained. Rather inconvenient, but it was necessary after all. If she had gone all-out at the time she surely would have spoiled their hard-won victory and eaten several of them--and that was most certainly not what she wanted. They deserved to enjoy their moment of victory for being able to scratch her in such a manner.
The thought brought back the real reason for her outing from the manor though and the Dweller of the Deep smiled serenely as she took a deep, slow breath of the air and closed her eyes. There were at least seven of them there, that much she could at least be sure of. And they smelled so delicious...she could practically taste their innards from where she sat comfortably on a fallen tree. Unconsciously she found herself picturing the mental image of their bodies strewn to pieces, blood and flesh mattering the ground and staining it as gut spilled out into the open.
It sent a thrilling sensation down her spine and she couldn't help letting out a soft laugh. That sort of thinking surely wasn't going to get her what she wanted! There was still the matter of the Dead Zone to contend with and she could already feel the close proximity of it sapping her usual strength from her. Of course that applied as well to those at the Outpost but she'd hadn't really come out there to fight them. There were other things of far more importance to her...
Another pang of hunger hit the Awakened Being as she thought of the young boy who'd reminded her of the whole ordeal several months back in June. Damian... He certainly didn't seem like he held any promise...but then what was the saying? 'Don't judge a book by its cover'? Not everyone could exude pure Yoki energy like Teresa after all. Perhaps whatever strength he claimed was something she could not measure in that manner; it applied to virtually every resident in the castle after all. It was somewhat vexing at times.
"I suppose I really shouldn't keep him waiting any longer," she finally said aloud with an amused note to her voice as she dropped her hands to the rough bark of the tree and gently eased herself onto her feet.
What: Riful creepin' near the lake outpost
When: Saturday October 2nd. 2:30am, 7 hours after her initial conversation with Damian
Where: Paradisan forest, a mile or so from the Lake Outpost.
Rating: 14A FOR RIFUL'S GURO FANTASIES
Riful honestly hadn't been surprised to find the outpost closest to her manor completely devoid of life. Truthfully, if it had been occupied in some manner she would have been genuinely confused. She could see no gain for them to risk their well being in such a ridiculous manner...naturally she would be curious, but ultimately she would have probably decided to eat them. Unless they were strong she supposed...but persons with that sort of ability seemed to be rare in Paradisa. There was only an handful of people she could remember standing out since her arrival.
The Exorcists Allen and Cross.
Faye, the woman with the flying machine.
Erica, the girl with the strange weapons.
Dick and Akihiko, who commanded a strange force that had made her Awakened Form convulse and become irritably numb.
The one who had managed to strike her with a bow from so far away...a strange woman she hadn't seen the face of.
They all held promise for sure. The bullets hadn't pierced her flesh but they had certainly been felt and while they weren't effective on their own, when combined with the sting of an Exorcist's weapon and the strange futuristic weapons Erica had commanded... A blissful sigh left Riful's lips as she draw her hands together in front of her, almost as if in prayer. Teamwork really was a beautiful thing...! Where one could not succeed alone, the banding of many together enabled them to accomplish a magnificent feat. It had taken her a month to fully recover from all the damage she had sustained. Rather inconvenient, but it was necessary after all. If she had gone all-out at the time she surely would have spoiled their hard-won victory and eaten several of them--and that was most certainly not what she wanted. They deserved to enjoy their moment of victory for being able to scratch her in such a manner.
The thought brought back the real reason for her outing from the manor though and the Dweller of the Deep smiled serenely as she took a deep, slow breath of the air and closed her eyes. There were at least seven of them there, that much she could at least be sure of. And they smelled so delicious...she could practically taste their innards from where she sat comfortably on a fallen tree. Unconsciously she found herself picturing the mental image of their bodies strewn to pieces, blood and flesh mattering the ground and staining it as gut spilled out into the open.
It sent a thrilling sensation down her spine and she couldn't help letting out a soft laugh. That sort of thinking surely wasn't going to get her what she wanted! There was still the matter of the Dead Zone to contend with and she could already feel the close proximity of it sapping her usual strength from her. Of course that applied as well to those at the Outpost but she'd hadn't really come out there to fight them. There were other things of far more importance to her...
Another pang of hunger hit the Awakened Being as she thought of the young boy who'd reminded her of the whole ordeal several months back in June. Damian... He certainly didn't seem like he held any promise...but then what was the saying? 'Don't judge a book by its cover'? Not everyone could exude pure Yoki energy like Teresa after all. Perhaps whatever strength he claimed was something she could not measure in that manner; it applied to virtually every resident in the castle after all. It was somewhat vexing at times.
"I suppose I really shouldn't keep him waiting any longer," she finally said aloud with an amused note to her voice as she dropped her hands to the rough bark of the tree and gently eased herself onto her feet.