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[P] Of Faeries and Demons


Eidolon
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 30
Log Link

© Molly
#1

(OOC: Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics, they belong to the respective artists associated with Kitsune by Gunship <3)

Eidolon's paws were a continuous drumbeat, both enthusiastic and fueled by bright energy. It saw the striped fae, whipping between the great oak trees like an agility hound. Bright laughter poured from her tongue like a symphony of easy joy and as her onyx eyes spotted the gnarled oak near the edge of the grove, that easy, playful energy quickly became diluted with determination. Her lanky tail coiled through the air like a loaded spring and then she was off. She was too long, too lithe and when she really sprinted like she was, her frame seemed to almost melt into itself, the stripes becoming a blur of color that intermingled with the ivory in her frame. At the vert last second she shifted her weight to her mind legs and lunged.


Claws scraped the heavy trunk of the gnarled oak, stripping away long splinters of bark but after a slight slide down, she stuck fast... a brightly animated and determined wild cat, she took a moment to regain her equilibrium. Her teeth clenched, the onyx pools of her eyes swirled with hidden galaxies and she managed to stay rooted halfway up the impressive oak. Her tail lashed again, more to keep her balance than anything else and she succeeded. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter she managed to wriggle her lanky frame up the trunk of the tree until she found purchase on the twisted gnarl that bent the trunk at a more ameniable angle. She stood awkwardly but took the chance and managed to jump onto a thick, lower hanging branch. She sprawled across it, mildly exhausted by the endeavor but grinning like the cat who'd scored the cream and canary all in one go.


She flopped down on her belly, so her paws dangled off the branch in lackadaisacal delight. Her tail was not so time, constantly twisting and gliding through the air more like a dancer than an operational appendage. Eidolon took a moment to catch her breath, giggling in delight before, finding herself caught up in the simple pride of accomplishing her task, she started to sing. "We won't be found, we're headed some place no one's ever been. Let us be guided only be the laser beam, we'll push through clouds to a million miles of open sea..." Her voice, while not the most stunning thing to ever exist, was a gentle soprano that was easy on the ears and the genuine wonder and delight made up for any lack of skill with the sheer exuberance that carried the melody. Around her, prisms of light bent and warped to create mythical creatures... goblins, faeries, dragons and sprites. It was her own personal wonderland and as she lost herself in the music and magic of the moment, she found herself oblivious to the rest of the world around her.

"speaking"


 
Table by Centience.

@Nocturne




Nocturne
Tuck me into where it's freezing
Gender Male
Age 4
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar • Belial - Male - Sheep

Posts 22
Log Link

© Freakshow
#2

Silence consumed him. He became the very shadows that surrounded both he and the prey he stalked, an invisible black silhouette amidst a sea of lighter blacks that were only noticeably lighter if one stopped to scrutinize them with a relentless stare. Ruby orbs bled through his disguise, the only distinguishable feature of his obsidian figure. He lurked in the dark, hungry, empty stare ravishing the lithe frame of a skeletal looking brute. The wolf that Nocturne had deemed his prey wore an ensemble of ashen blonde with vibrant blue stripes that streaked along his sides. His yellow eyes were sunken into his skull, and Nocturne's own swept over the hills of his ribs as they protruded beneath his skin. The man was starved. He would make an incredibly feeble meal, and he would likely taste of the beginning decay begging to tear him down. His organs wouldn't be the most delectable, but it had taken Nocturne a little over a week to travel this far, and he hadn't tasted the flesh of his own kind in so long that it was beginning to agitate him.

Quietly, the behemoth tower moved with uncanny stealth through the dark, a shadow among shadows as he snaked his way ever closer. But he was so focused on the wolf before him that he hadn't noticed the scent of a rabbit lingering in the undergrowth. He nearly stepped on the creature, sending it fleeing into the forest and disrupting the venturing of the other man. He had been going somewhere until he saw the rabbit scamper off, immediately setting chase after it, likely due to the madness that starvation provided. Nocturne too followed in pursuit, trailing closely after the man and having little trouble keeping up due to his size advantage over the scrawny skeleton. His gaze glanced upward from his target every now and then to make sure he wasn't going to collide with any trees or other obstacles, his sight returning multiple times to a large gnarled oak ahead.  At such a distance, he didn't catch the fair maiden that inhabited it's upper branches. The ashen male nearly ran head-first right into it as the rabbit just barely escaped his clutches with a few minor flesh wounds, claws scraping the wood at the bottom of the trunk with the stranger cursing under his breath and never seeing what came next.

Nocturne didn't stop in his sprint after the male. He continued steadily, barreling with eerie silence right into the man and knocking him off his feet. And still, he kept moving forward. As soon as the stranger hit the ground, Nocturne lunged, springing forward with open jaws to wrap them around the base of the man's skull at the top of his neck. He swiftly placed his front paws on the man's forelegs and then tugged upward with a strong, sharp pull to separate the spine from the parts of the body that kept it hinged and operating. A loud, sickening pop struck the air, momentarily hushing the droning of birds and insects as he paralyzed the male without killing him just yet. As soon as the sound ruptured any listening ears nearby, the male dropped limp in Nocturne's jaws.

It had been easier than usual, as Nocturne had forced the same action on past victims and had more trouble gripping the bone of their spines through healthy skin, fur and muscle. But this male was nothing but emaciated, making the action that much easier. He dropped him at his paws, blood dripping from the towering black monstrosity's jaws to land on the ashen stranger's face as it began to pool from the back of his head. He licked his lips, looking down at the pathetic fool with a blank expression, calculating in his head what he would do next before he left the man to a terrible fate.


"Speech." 'Thoughts.'

@Eidolon




Eidolon
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 30
Log Link

© Molly
#3

The words tumbled from inky stained lips with the light and innocence of a playful child. Eidolon could be mischievous but her brand of good fun never harmed another soul... at least not in genuine strokes. The light continued to dance and swirl around her, a merry-go-round of color and fantastical beasts, but as she continued to fill the air with quiet contentment, the Earth beneath her darkened, quivering beneath the malice of someone unknown figure. Eidolon herself remained oblivious until something knocked against the base of the tree. She scrambled to stay latched onto the branch but quickly moved to see what had disturbed her only to wish she hadn't.


A black shadow entertained itself on the suffering of a lone male, his teeth and talons tearing into flesh, muscle and destroying bone as though life didn't matter, as though pain was a symphony that only he was allowed to stand above. Her breath caught, her body stilled and her expression fell oddly blank. The scene before her blurred and the wicked monstrosity that haunted her nightmares with talons of a velociraptor and eyes of endless evil loomed through the trees like a phantom, a demon returned to haunt her. The apparition was all in her mind, a black memory that gorged on her psychosis... that broke her until she relented and barricaded those black pieces of her mind with fanciful whimsy. A wicked grin and jagged teeth stained yellow with rot split the edges of his lips and as his jaws opened, thick clumps of black tar oozed from between his teeth. 'The Sandman's coming in his train of cars with moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars. So hush you little ones and have no fear, the man in the moon, he is the engineer.' Fear, terror, panic. she wasn't a puppet, she didn't belong to the Dollmaker, not anymore.


Eidolon closed her eyes and trembled, shaking violently and when they opened... the ghost was gone, but the shadow who stood before a broken beast was not and water clouded the starry galaxies that twinkled in her eyes. Her claws flexed, scraping the bark harshly and fought back the fear. She was not his doll, she was not his marionette. She believed in faeries and dragons and sprites and goblins. She believed in magic and wonder and everything that no one else could see and she had a voice. "Why?" It wasn't a condemnation, it wasn't an accusation, it wasn't spoken with sorrow... it was a question, genuine in its intent. Why. Why were the monsters of this world so cold that they felt the need to inflict pain instead of healing it.

"speaking"


Table by Centience.

@Nocturne




Nocturne
Tuck me into where it's freezing
Gender Male
Age 4
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar • Belial - Male - Sheep

Posts 22
Log Link

© Freakshow
#4

The sapphire-streaked male breathed labored breaths at his feet. The behemoth towering above him took a moment to catch his breath, panting heavily with jaws ajar, blood staining his lips. He could smell it in the air, the coppery scent bringing alarm to him as his head tilted up, catching the faint whisk of another mingling with the stranger's cologne. He sniffed the air for a moment, trying to decipher from which way the smell came, his nose leading his pointed muzzle to the tree on his right. As he looked up, his eyes landed on the trembling form of a pale woman marred with contrasting stripes of jagged ebony. She seemed paralyzed too, though not in the same way as the brute at his feet, who's yellow eyes began to frantically search the surrounding forest for help. Nocturne watched her shake with terror, a deep inhale drawing in the scent of her fear as adrenaline caused her body to react out of pure instinct. When she opened her eyes, tears began to form, his own empty, leeching vermilion pits staring up at her ravenously. He shifted his stance, never taking his eyes off of her, an ominous dominance rippling across his tall figure.

"Why?" she breathed, looking down at him in sheer horror as she clung to her perch above. He tilted his head curiously before casting his starved gaze at the other man. He leaned down, taking the male's throat in his jaws and dragging him a bit further from the tree. "If you come down, I'll gladly elaborate," he spoke in response to the female, though did not return his attention to her, knowing she'd likely decline. There was no malice in his haunting chords, no ill intent toward her as his two voices spoke in sync. It was not her that he wished to harm, he'd already found his meal. He began to calculate plans of stripping the male of all his fur, a humiliation tactic that would leave him plucked naked, skin exposed to the world before Nocturne would open up his belly and shed his innards upon the soil. Something deeply rooted within the vile man wished to see the most sacred parts of the man's body contaminated with the beauty of dirt that should never touch intestines. But, oh, how he savored the way it stuck to the shining wet exterior of organs, how he relished in the idea that the insides of a wolf should never meet the way dirt and leaves clung to them.

"Speech." 'Thoughts.'

@Eidolon




Eidolon
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 30
Log Link

© Molly
#5

Silken ivory stained by schizophrenic stripes, the striking visual of her pelt became a macabre Rorschach painting that danced and shriveled in tune with the emotions screaming through her breast. Tears blurred the fragile globes of her eyes but they didn't fall. They'd been used up long before and her ductswere bone dry, between the Dollmaker and holding Moonshine while he died, Eidolon was a catatonic magnet of tragedy and instead of staining her with bleached hate and unending rage, she'd cracked in the opposite direction, constructing a world of light and magic and wonder and fantasy. It was something darkly innocent and hauntingly sweet but it suited her... it suited the striped fae with galaxies for eyes and it uprooted her when a shadow, a harbinger of darkness threatened everything her Wonderland stood for.


Rattled but not afraid, even though she probably should have been, the lanky fae slipped down the trunk with grace and an air of finality. She did not fit in a mold or a box and her reactions were not done through logic, morality or any other common response. No... Eidolon responded entirely upon the premises of her own emotion. Entirely empathetic. It was this drive to understand, to see the soul of such a dark being and attempt to understand why... that saw her jumping the last few feet down and landing with a dull thud near the base of the massive oak.


Standing, she was a picture of lanky disproportions. Her legs were impossibly long, her torso equally stretched and her tail was a banner that paraded her colors in ribbons of ivory and onyx. She was not pretty or enchanting in the traditional sense but there was something striking about her all the same. Perhaps it had something to do with the stormy emotions that swirled in her eyes, perhaps it was in the scars that were so carefully covered by ribbons of fur or perhaps it was in the way she saw the male wolf still breathing and without ever even knowing his name, her heart bled for him. "Kill him." Soft, broken, her voice was fragile and yet it managed to be a command. "No one deserves to suffer." Haunted. Those words meant something to her beyond this moment, not that those memories would ever surface... not with the dragons and faeries guarding them so fiercely. "Please... just end his pain." Genuine, heartfelt, she asked for nothing but the inevitable.

"speaking"


Table by Centience.

@Nocturne




Nocturne
Tuck me into where it's freezing
Gender Male
Age 4
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar • Belial - Male - Sheep

Posts 22
Log Link

© Freakshow
#6

He began to move toward the complete stranger, exhaling a dreamy, euphoric sigh of content as he craned his neck downward to sharply inhale the smell of adrenaline and terror that poured from the man. Bottomless red eyes nearly sucked the life out of the other male as Nocturne neared his chest, maneuvering his narrow, pointed muzzle beneath the pit of the man's front leg. "Please, I'll do anything you want," The blonde man begged, finally speaking, his voice causing Nocturne's ears to tip forward and a slithering grin to splinter across his lips in jagged fashion. He lowered himself closer, the black monstrosity reclining to his belly as the man's limb draped across the back of his neck as though he were going to bed the male right then and there, when suddenly he turned with opening jaws, grasping the male's throat in his mouth. A shrill, shrieking yelp whistled from the man as needle fangs effortlessly punctured the skin on the side of his neck, causing a long, drawn out whine to follow. He would have squirmed if he could move, tears swelling in the brute's yellow eyes before cascading down the squared barrel of his snout.

Nocturne relished in the taste of his blood as it swept enticingly over his tongue. He drank, filling his stomach a bit to slate his hunger before removing his teeth, pulling himself back and then propelling himself forward in slow motion as the fair maiden descended from her heights above, rubbing along the man's neck wound to coat the left side of his face and neck with saccharine nectar. He listened to the sound of her approaching foot steps. "Kill him." her words were less of a subtle request and more of an ordered demand, causing Nocturne's large black head to turn in her direction as he cast his empty stare at her. The fur along the back of his neck prickled all the way down his spine. He listened to no one. "No one deserves to suffer." she was sorely mistaken in this remark, and he would make sure that she would feel his wrath for demanding such an action from him. Perhaps not here, or now, but in due time. The obsidian ghoul rose to his feet, the other male's leg slipping off him and smacking into the dirt.

"Do you know nothing of balance?" he inquired curiously, "The way peace meets chaos and in turn, they scorch each other in never ending greed," dual voices hissed together in a serpentine dance. Nocturne moved closer to her, black shadows swimming and swirling underneath his paws, his own shadow cast by the natural lighting of the world around him seething and writhing in anticipation. "Please... just end his pain." There was a heartfelt agony rippling through her voice, an empathetic sorrow that plagued her. "If you want to end his suffering," Nocturne breathed with ominous serenity, "then you kill him."

"Speech." 'Thoughts.'

@Eidolon




Eidolon
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 30
Log Link

© Molly
#7

Cruelty. It came in many forms, grotesque and omnipotent, but so sharply she was reminded of her own torturer by the callousness of this... thing. Wolf was not the correct label, for he was not a predator, not a creature who killed for instinct and survival, he was nothing and when the last of his life trickled from his countenance, he would return to nothing for no memory, no adoration would bestow him a second thought. Even still, reality and memories clashed in her psyche and for a moment they were gone and she was small, scared, terrified... and just like this bestial thing, the Dollmaker did not care as he pushed her down and forced himself on her like he did all the pretty trinkets that he found. 'I provide a service, Eidolon, in the great and awful metropolis of nature, all manner of appetites must be sated.' The memory washed away, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations spiraling out of control and slipping down into the recesses of her mind, wherein she was able to focus back on this thing before her, coated in gore, bathed in blood.


She ignored his inquiry, hardly casting him a second glance, but as his shadows writhed, inching closer and pressing against her aura, the mythical creatures of bent light sprung to life around her once more, brightening the space around her in a subconscious defense. The shadows might be her weakness but so too was her light his. Galaxy eyes agonized with empathy moved around the blackened thing and to the suffering male whose neck bled out in a slow trickle. His agony was without purpose, his suffering only here because some thing willed it. She dropped her snout to his, nuzzling his cheek, it was a warm, gentled touch, ripe with affection... she opened her jaws and like a siphon, light gathered in the chamber of her mouth, swirling as it gathered both tenacity and strength. Brighter and brighter, blinding if one looked too close and once it nearly consumed the entirety of her jaws, she expelled it and with a burst of energy it slammed into the dying male. It was instant. His eyes glazed, his last breath slipped from between his jaws and he fell still. It was the only mercy Eidolon could offer and when it was done, she pressed her snout to that soft space between his eyes and whispered her apology. He would not suffer under the agony of a thing. The Dollmaker would not have him.


She lifted her head and in this moment she was not the fragile fae with the whimsical heart, she was a survivor and she stood with confidence she shouldn't rightly have access too. "For suffering to bring you comfort, you must mourn the life that someone took from you. A pitiful thing that is born from time to time but not cared for. They feed you, kept you warm but still their lack of compassion killed you and you died. Except you didn't die and you look normal so no one can tell what you are." Quiet and low, her voice still bled empathy... although who it was for, was an inquiry up for debate.

"speaking"


Table by Centience.

@Nocturne




Nocturne
Tuck me into where it's freezing
Gender Male
Age 4
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar • Belial - Male - Sheep

Posts 22
Log Link

© Freakshow
#8

A burst of light caused his shadows to hiss in disdain for a brief moment before her magic only caused them to darken, because without light, there could be no darkness. They squirmed along the natural curvature of the ground, swiftly slinking toward her in an attempt to grasp at her paws and hold her in place, hissing in agony all the while. She moved around him and he halted his assault, withdrawing his dark tendrils before they ever reached her feet. He wanted to see what she would do, watching with bloody unblinking eyes as she bent her head downward to produce a ball of light so bright that if he hadn't been some soulless creature, he might have squinted or flinched at the very sight. Instead he cast his gaze haphazardly to the left to avoid burning his retinas until he heard the last breath of his victim roll out across his tongue. He knew all too well the sound of someone dying. He immediately rose to his feet, silver tongue slipping across his lips as a strange slice of hunger splintered through his gut. He was quick to coil around the woman, caring not for her personal space, his body brushing along hers as he moved between her and the stranger. Dipping his head down toward the man, he began to open his jaws before her voice interrupted.

"For suffering to bring you comfort, you must mourn the life that someone took from you. A pitiful thing that is born from time to time but not cared for. They feed you, kept you warm but still their lack of compassion killed you and you died. Except you didn't die and you look normal so no one can tell what you are." Her words made him hesitate, if only just for a very brief moment before he would show her how vile and dead he truly was. "Oh, dear," he sarcastically mused, leaving his head craned downward. It was not comfort that suffering brought him, it was delight. Adrenaline. A surge of the only emotion he'd ever felt in the duration of his whole life, the only emotion that truly did make him feel even the smallest bit alive. He said nothing more and instead continued where he left off, jaws swinging open to clamp around the tight flesh of the dead man's belly where it connected to his ribs, rumbling growls beginning to pour from Nocturne's throat as he tugged and yanked until it began to give. He finally pulled off a decent chunk, jaws snapping akin to that of a crocodile and small amounts of blood splattering from them as he swallowed it whole before digging in for more. He moved over this time, tearing at the edges of the wound he began to open, tall tapered ears tipped backward to listen to the sounds of the woman behind him, if she were to make any.

"Speech." 'Thoughts.'

@Eidolon




Eidolon
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 30
Log Link

© Molly
#9

Hesitation. It was brief, so incredibly brief that if she blinked, she would have missed it, but in the next instance she was forgotten in lieu of divine desecration. Like a demon ill-contented with the world and it's wonders, his teeth and talons sought only to tarnish it, to stain the very fabric of this world with blood and cruelty. Sorrow filled her, cruel and omnipresent, it pounded against her ribs like a drumbeat and her galaxy hued eyes glistened with empathy for the dead. A soundless tear dribbled from her eyes to splash upon the muzzle of the still corpse and she found herself grateful that all that remained was this empty husk of a body. She dropped her skull, whispered a soft word against the shell of his chilling ear, before she turned, twisting away from the macabre horror to move on.


How pitiful one must be to find delight in chaos devoid of purpose. She wondered what power would create such an abysmal creature. To never know love, happiness, kindness or the true meaning of life... it seemed like such a wretched existence. In that moment, Eidolon couldn't decide who she felt worse for, the dead or the living? As if sensing her distress, the colorful prisms of light bent and twisted around her, manifesting themselves as a purple dragon with curling golden horns that twinkled in the sunlight. The creature wasn't solid, but she swore she felt it's nuzzle on the same. She hummed and nuzzled him back, pausing to glance over her shoulder. "The Dollmaker has done this too you. I escaped him... I hope one day, you do too." Eidolon's voice was so quiet, it was debatable on whether or not he would even hear her but with a final shake of her skull, she struck her pause to the ground in a lopping canter as she sought to leave him behind.


~Exit Eidolon unless stopped.~

"speaking"


Table by Centience.

@Nocturne




Nocturne
Tuck me into where it's freezing
Gender Male
Age 4
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar • Belial - Male - Sheep

Posts 22
Log Link

© Freakshow
#10
She whispered something to the dead man, words that fell upon Nocturne's dead ears as he ripped apart his meal, the only sound filling them being that of tearing flesh and the sound of wet muscle squeezing, pushing and sliding against his teeth as they snapped and pulled. He did not catch the falling of a single tear, or the sound of her heart slamming against its cage, even if it was a noise he was accustomed to hearing. He was too attuned to devouring his first meal in days, the first taste of wolf that he'd had since he'd left the cliffs. He didn't hear her humming, or catch the precarious notion of her caressing something that was only visible to her, the heavy smell of blood now permeating the air as it spilled from his victim while he opened up the corpse, viscera finally overflowing onto the dirt as his feet. He immediately took the intestines in his teeth, backing up as he pulled them from their confines only to drop them instead of eat them. He was making room to bury his narrow snout well inside, swallowing large bites of meat amidst his excursion.

He dug out his favored organ, a kidney, dropping it on the ground to lick at his maw, his face stained a brilliant, saturated crimson. It brushed all the way up his head, nearly tickling the tips of his ears and caressing the crown of his skull and even the tips of the fur on the back of his head. It dripped from his chin and throat, slopping the ground and wetting the soil. He then dipped his head to eat his prize as the woman spoke one last time. "The Dollmaker has done this too you. I escaped him... I hope one day, you do too." These words, he caught, even if just idly, the meaning within them taking a moment to register in his head. Before she could hear his answer, she escaped into the surrounding forest, leaving him to eat alone. He paused to look down at the small bit of kidney he had left to speak to no one. "Dollmaker... there is nothing here but the cold, and the dark."

"Speech." 'Thoughts.'

@Eidolon




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