At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on April 21, 2014 at 06:22:20 PM by NeMO
 As soon as she took off, NeMO waited two seconds before he too broke into a run. She was faster than he was, which surprised him. The hellion had always been able to easily outrun others if he so wished it to be that way, but now his powerful legs felt as if they were full of lead compared to how they were before. Was it a side effect of feasting only on the blood of others? That was irrational and he knew it to be so. He was glad, in a way, that he almost lost her. But as soon as something slid by him, dark and almost I recognizable in the darkness that was flowing over the land, his heart was filled with urgency. Why? Even he didn't know, but all he could picture was her delicate, mangled body covered in blood. She ran as if she knew the devil were behind her, but her movements were sloppy and he was sure that at any second her leg was going to give out underneath her. That she might break a frail bone with too much weight and pressure. The archangel almost didn't catch up in time. If he had been seconds later, she would have had a nice hunk of flesh separated from her bodice. Funny how he had just pointed out that her chest, covered in starlight, was a target for those who craved the flesh of varg. He knew now, with a sinking feeling that abruptly rose to a high of sorts when the adrenaline coursed through his veins, electrifying his body with power, the reason as to why Clover had urged NeMO to go to Andere. When one is within a pack, they are safe from those who would otherwise do them harm. The snow bird wondered vaguely that if he had not followed the whisperers advice where he would be now and in what condition. Energy pulsed through him and his legs streaked across the darkening landscape. Her perfume was getting closer. The vampires russet portals swiveled to his front left, catching the faint glimpse of the dark pelt that had slid past him. Who was it? A raper? Another child of the night? A brother seeking revenge? The thought poisoned his mind and a snarl ripped through his throat. The only sign that the creature had heard him was the distinctive twitch of its ears turning towards NeMO. Approaching them, or rather vice versa with them approaching, was the unmistakable form of the same fae who had come too close to the brujo. She was propped up against a tree, obviously worn out from her lack of stamina. The girl may have speed but she did not have the strength to go that way for miles on end. At one time the male might have snorted in disbelief but now he was just freaking out. How was he going to get to her before this other lera did?! He flattened himself to the ground and held his breath, smoothing his auds against his skull and creating as little wind resistance as he could manage. It was a smart decision. Two tail lengths had been gained, just enough for the fighter to be within biting distance of the devils leg. But he would only have one shot. If he missed it... He would not miss. A gasp of breath came out of him as he shot forward, snagging the thing by the ankle and pulling it to the ground with him. A twist, a growl from deep in his larynx and a roll proved to his advantage as he ended up closer to the girl than the killer was. But wait. Wasn't he a killer as well? No time to think about that. The fucking brat who NeMO recognized as one of the scavengers whom he usually had no problem with when he finished his meals had gotten back to his feet. Apparently NeMO hadn't done in as much harm as he originally believed to have. Hackles rising to the atmosphere and a dangerous look on his snowy palette came in handy as he backed up closer to the girl, making sure that she was secured against something that wasn't going to reach out and tear her limbs off. The brat swaggered forward and let a manic grin slip to his facial features. Holy hell was this world messed up or what. NeMO did not give him time to lunge for them, instead he took the moment to sprint towards the thing, knocking him down with his teeth parted and blood lust in his eyes. The two shuffled on the dirt as a pair of street fighters would. Neither of them were going for the kill, but NeMO, if given the opportunity, would totally take the chance if it was presented to him. Apparently the little shit got the notion of this and he dislodged himself from the fight, blood spilling onto the terra beneath him. He tasted foul. NeMO spat a mouthful of the crimson rubies to the ground, feeling for the first time ever the urge to puke his innards out because of how gross the scarlet liquid was turning out to be. The brujo took off running, leaving NeMO barely touched and declaring him as the victor. Not that he had expected anything different. Scavengers would always be scavengers. Nothing more and nothing less. At least not until they changed themselves. He didn't turn around to face her the first chance he got. He wouldn't give himself the pleasure of seeing her sweat-soaked body while there still may be little shits running around as if they owned her. Were they stupid? Did she look like she had been drained of her blood yet? NeMO flicked his tassel and looked around, silver lining his russet watchers flashing in the low moonlight. Two sets of stargazers, those were all the ones he could count, though he was sure the little band of scoundrels was at least four strong. One of them belonged to the varg he had just chased off, for they kept drifting off to the side, as if checking to make sure that the leg was still there. What must he look to her, he wondered vaguely as he rolled his shoulders back and lifted his head, his plummage curling a bit at the end to show dominance. Was he a savior in her mind? A stalker or a mere passerby who she just so happened to have stumbled across earlier in the day? Thank goodness he remembered to calm himself down before he finally did turn back to face her, his heart back at it's normal rate. "Are you alright?" Funny how both times the two had crossed each others paths, they both asked the same question. No longer could NeMO be considered a teenager. He had definitely grown into his own, his legs no longer too long for him and his feet finally proportionate to his size. Muscles bulged under his flesh, mostly from the weeks he'd spent outside of Andere. NeMO had changed dramatically. .... |
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- you were so, innocent but you were stealing my heart - By lihli May 2, 2014 at 06:45:01 PM
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