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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 19:29:43 GMT -5
Kiran woke up from her nap and stretched her forelegs out on the wide branch in front of her. It hadn’t quite gotten dark yet, which meant she probably had an hour or two left to enjoy before she had to go back and study for finals. There were a few places she had yet to explore in these woods; that should keep her occupied. Her lesson was over early today, and her roommate would never know where she had gone. It was frustrating that she couldn’t tell her friends where she was going, or about the incredible things she was learning and experiencing. She was currently learning to manipulate plant matter, and her developing abilities seemed to enhance her ability to move unseen in her jaguar form. This “druid” she was visiting seemed to legitimately have some understanding of her…oddities. She had known for some time that she could create light, but she assumed this power was a standalone ability passed down from her dead mother and couldn’t mean anything more, until she was contacted by this stranger. Despite her initial suspicions, no harm had come to her as of yet.
She headed off to the north, where she hadn’t explored until today, travelling through the treetops when she could. Her roommate was the only one who knew she was a shapeshifter, so she couldn’t take her animal form often enough for her liking. As a natural predator of the woods, her other form felt much more comfortable in the dense forest. The forest seemed to be thinning out the farther she travelled in this direction, though. At several times she considered turning back, but her curiosity overrode everything else, as usual. She leapt down from the trees, since they were failing her, and continued along the ground. What she found surprised her; while she had expected the woods to end, she hadn’t expected to find what looked to be a medieval European castle in the clearing—probably built by some man with more money than he knew what to do with. As bad of an idea as she knew it was, since she needed to be heading back to her dorm soon, her infinite curiosity dragged her onwards. She had to see the inside.
As she got closer, she saw that the stone seemed an odd, very dark shade of gray. Rather than the expected stone color, they seemed dark, almost as if they were made of jet. Seeing that the gate was closed, she decided to look around the back. There were some trees whose branches extended near the back wall…possibly near enough for her purposes. She quickly scaled the closest tree, and after a few running strides to the end of the branch, she leapt and managed to clamber onto the wall. She followed the stairway down clumsily; descending stairways was always awkward in her animal form. She skirted around some odd-looking tall hedges and a pool and made her way into the castle. The darkness of the walls and furnishings, while unusual, seemed comfortable, and she blended into them easily. Entering a large room, she stretched and dug her claws into the thick rug, then settled down in the corner to take another nap, all other responsibilities forgotten.
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Post by khaine on Dec 13, 2012 20:16:09 GMT -5
Arriving at his castle, Khaine grinned, looking up at the massive edifice. He'd been gone for far too long. It had been worth it though. Tailing the Waterling had been a worthwhile endeavor. Not only had he annihilated her plane, but he had also retrieved the sword she so desperately sought, leaving a cursed blade in its place. He couldn't remember their names very well, though. Too much booze in his system. It had been fun chasing her through the country, never killing her, just wounding, playing. He chuckled quietly as a portcullis was raised to allow him entry. He didn't need his men to open the door, he could just fly. But it was good to remind the men that he existed, especially given his absence, though that sort of thing wasn't abnormal. Cracking his neck, he strode into his house, his mind filled with memories of the lovely romp he'd had around Japan. After a detour to secure the sword in a safe location, where its holy aura couldn't repulse and nauseate him, Khaine went to find the witchling. Turning to shadow, he rematerialized in his tower. Odd. It didn't smell like her anymore. An icy ball forming in his stomach, he quickly found one of his serving imps, and inquired after her. The imp cowered and told him she had left months ago, going to an angel. El. His face appeared in Khaine's mind and he vaporized the imp. So she had chosen. Straightening, Khaine rolled his shoulder and headed to his bar. How dare she. he would make her life miserable when he found her. Rage flowed through him like water. But he had just returned from a successful mission, and be damned if he wasn't going to celebrate. Settling himself in a comfortable leather chair, he downed several half gallons of vodka on a tray he had his servants bring. Growing bored, he rose, very inebriated, gathered another gallon jug of vodka, and staggered through his castle. Reaching one of his many living areas, he looked over, and his jaw dropped. There was a....jaguar....in his castle. Who the hell let the thing in. Padding quietly over to the sleeping cat, he took a throwing axe out of his pocket and flipped it so he was holding it by the head. Reaching out he sharply poked the cat in the side. His staff would have to learn not to let strange animals into the house.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 22:24:34 GMT -5
Startled awake from her nap, Kiran was instantly on the other side of the room. Silently berating herself for falling asleep in a strange place, she turned to see what had woken her. The first thing she noticed about the man in the room was the axe in his hand. Thinking quickly, she remembered her lesson today and, with some concentration and effort, pulled vines through the floor to wrap around his legs. Surely he wouldn’t be expecting that from a cat.
This was immediately followed with a bright light in his face, which in such a dark room should momentarily blind him. Opening her eyes, she bolted out a different door to the room, though she didn’t know the fastest way out from here.
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Post by khaine on Dec 13, 2012 22:47:51 GMT -5
As the cat sprang to life, Khaine automatically took a step back, flipping the axe the right way round. Khaine went to stagger towards the cat, only to find that his legs were entangled by roots and vines that had burst through his floor. Swearing, he drew his scimitar and hacked his way free, glancing up in time to see as burst of painful, hated light lance at him. roaring in anger, he released his power. Dropping both of his weapons, he called upon the shadow, forming a bladed whip out of it. Drunkenly lashing it around, nowhere nearly as graceful as his normal attacks, they were nevertheless effective. Slicing deep gashes into the walls, obliterating furniture, and sending lashes of dark power rending through the air.
This was not simply a jaguar. His drunken mind muddled through the events. She had used nature magic before calling upon the cursed light. A druid, then. Though if it were a powerful one, they'd've done more than merely hinder him. He grinned wickedly. So, just a kitten. Poor little lost kitten, inside the monsters den.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 23:32:02 GMT -5
The inhuman roar that followed the flash of light set off some primal instinct inside her, and she ran faster, randomly turning through halls, hurtling past a group of strange creatures at one point. Hearing the sounds of destruction following her, she realized she may have bitten off more than she could chew. Finding a small dark room that seemed to be used for storage, she shifted into her transition form, leapt to a shelf high on the wall and hoped she wouldn’t be noticed. This form was her best for a fight, though she couldn’t run as quickly. Using her newfound abilities to enhance her natural camouflage, she steadied her breathing and hoped she wouldn’t be found. She had no more magical tricks up her sleeve if this didn’t work, and her life might hang in the balance. She had expected to only have to deal with a rich group of humans, at the most, not…whatever this thing was after her. It sounded like he was approaching the hallway outside, and Kiran held her breath.
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Post by Guillotine on Dec 15, 2012 0:27:31 GMT -5
A familiar scent raced into Guillotine’s nose as he made his rounds though his woodland territory. The small patch of forest he chose to patrol today was right next to his master’s place. Unfortunately, Khaine had been gone for quite some time, and yet, Gil still saut to protect the area around the shadow demon’s castle. After marking his territory onto countless tree’s the large beast began to make his decent into the thicker half of the wood. As he trotted away something caught the male’s attention. Guillotine stopped in mid step, his pointed Doberman like ears perked up, and his bony tail suddenly stood erect. The hellhound then lifted his muzzle towards the heavens and inhaled. Ah yes, this scent, he couldn’t mistake it for another. A large toothy smile creased the beast’s muzzle. It was the scent of his master. The large beast’s heart began to race. Excitement filled his large muscular frame. Gil’s tail began to wag involuntarily. Oh, how he missed his master. Khaine had been gone for quite some time. During his leave Gil had gotten into a mess of trouble, not only with his mate but with the PIDA as well. Thanks to his brutal actions, Gil was now a wanted man.
Any sort of discipline that Khaine had instilled in Guillotine seemed to have melted away with his absence. Granted Gil would still obey the returning Alpha, but to an extent. Without a proper leader to show him discipline the hellhound changed. Like any other canine Guillotine reverted back to his old feral ways.
With Khaine’s scent fresh in his nose, the hellhound spin around and began to follow it. No doubt the male would be at his castle. Once Guillotine arrived he noticed something rather strange. The gate was up, and there wasn’t a soul around. The large beast didn’t think too much into it, he trotted into the home anyway. With his nose to the ground Gil began to sniff around the large home until he picked up on Khaine’s scent trail. There was something strange about it though. A second scent was placed into the mix. This one, smelled foul, like a cat. The hellhound’s muzzle crinkled, his long pointed fangs began to unsheathe themselves from behind his saliva covered lips. A low beastly growl then rumbled his chest. Oh, how Guillotine hated cats. Granted, his ex was a leopard shifter, Gil still had a deeply rooted hatred towards the feline variety. Needless to say, the male wouldn’t hesitate to tear this trespasser apart. Just the thought of digging his fangs into a cat’s pelt brought joy to the hellish beast. Long strands of saliva dripped from Gil’s snarling maw as he continued to trot down the hall. The beast only stopped when he spotted Khaine in the distance. Guillotine approached his master. His snarl wasn’t affected by the shadow demon’s presence. Gil didn’t stop growling. The smell of alcohol wafted off Khaine. The scent alone caused Gil's nose to crinkle.
Despite the overwhelming smell of alcohol, Gil stopped at Khaine’s side, all the while his single beady blood red eye glared down the hall. The hellhound’s large frame stood ridged, like a dog ready to attack. His previous puppy dog like persona seemed to have melted away. He was excited to see Khaine, though he wasn’t showing it at the time. They did have a more important matter to deal with, after all. “Would you like me to take care of our unwelcome guest, Master?”
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