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[Solanum]

Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

Thomas woke with a start as footsteps echoed in the alleyway that held the entrance to his basement. He held his breath, trying not to give his position away to a possible hunter. You can never tell who is hunter and who is human for sure, but this one sounded like hunter. It was a lady, her steps were light, soft, almost silent as if she didn't want to be heard... Great, just what he needed. Inside his head Muerte was shouting at him, telling him to kill her, but it was best to wait... Unless Muerte wanted to go out and fight her himself... Didn't think so...
Shuffling back against the wall furthest from the bottom of the stairs, he ran his hand along the ground to feel for his blade. Sure enough, it was right where he left it, to the left of the crack and the far right of the nest he had made for Muerte, that he used occassionally. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as he watched the shadow from the alley, deffinately a hunter... She was walking around with a sword!

<Get rid of her Thomas. Her presense upsets me... Get rid of her now Thomas!> Muerte was being really serious about this, his voice had never sounded quite so... afraid? In a way it made Thomas smile, but not for long. Muerte rushed out of Thomas' body, making himself a solid-enough form. Fangs dripping with saliva, he stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see if she would come near to investigate. He would no longer let Thomas call him a coward, he would do this himself... Baring his fangs and moving silently, he circled the bottom of the stairs, paws falling silently, not even disturbing the leaf litter on the ground. He was ready for this one, unlike his last encounter with a demon hunter... But he was younger then, less experienced... Not as strong.

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard

(( Fail post because I have no time to write a decent one. ))

[Peaches]

A lovely couple stood with smiles on their face, showered in colorful lights of an amusement park, the glittering lights seemed to make the pair stand out even more. "Come here little mal... Come on now...” two voices in symphony with the enchanting merry-go-round music in the background called out to a little girl not less than 5 years old. "You’re such a slowpoke!" exclaimed a boy peering from behind the couple's back.

The little girl ran as fast as she could with her short legs, leaping into the welcoming hands of her parents. They twirled her around laughing with all theip might before finally hugging her tightly. The girl felt warmth radiating from her parents slowly diminishing; an awkward silence filled the air when the merry music stopped.

The girl opened her eyes; her dead parents' body lay limp bloody all over. It smeared to her white dress. Numerous cackling laughs entered her ears, she tried to cover her ears with her trembling hands, but to no avail the sound keeps coming in. "Stop.. No.. Stop it.. Nooooo"

Woken up with cold sweat, mal stared wide eyed to the darkness in-front for a moment to realize that was just a dream. For all these years she's been having the same nightmare every time she falls asleep. The sound of the pouring rain outside her so called house made from scraps of metal and tin echoed loudly as she attempted to go back to sleep. But suddenly a large tremor occurred, "What the..?!" another one soon came even before Mal finished her sentence. Grabbing her tattered hoodie, she flapped open the sheet of cloth posing as a door. Another quake shook the ground below her, her unsteady feet gave up and she fell down to some shallow concrete crevice. Cursing as she felt her knees riddled with cuts.

What Malissa saw below her was a large footprint, another one close by was smeared with blood on the road. Demons... she pinpointed the culprits. Out of curiosity, she followed the footmarks to a nearby alley, she took a step back after watching a large demon pouncing to a human-like figure on the buildings above and something that looked like a half torn demon body blocking the way.

Mal instinctively closed her mouth, she wanted to hurl seeing that thing, but throwing up the food she foraged with difficulty in some restaurant's trash bin would be wasteful. She tried with all her might to swallow back the digested food until she heard a scream... a girl's scream; just right behind this lump of flesh and blood. "Hey! are you okay?" Mal shouted, raising her voice like that would mean death in normal circumstances; but the demon's probably busy with the prey he's locked on to.


[[ I'm not satisfied with this post >:B ]]

[Dradogo]

(((As much as I want to post in this RP, I'm afraid I have to drop out. ^-^' I just couldn't possibly write decent posts like everyone else's, and I just can't think of how to start. I'm terribly sorry.))

[Ylva Rane]

((Oh, don't Dradogo! Sora posted with her demon. Did you read them yet? Perhaps they can help.))

((Because I feel the need to elaborate, this picture is one of Gaenor, or at least the one I liked best. Since he’s something of an apparition, his form constantly changes and is never definite. Since I mentioned that before I wanted to make sure people knew what I meant. I’ll make it as this was the first Yukino had seen him.))

Yukino barely had time to register the chain of events. Gaenor stiffened on her shoulder and crawled off to stand beside her only seconds before another demon ripped through the trapped one.

Yukino was shocked with the unexpected turn of events. Gaenor sighed with how troublesome things suddenly became. Of course, he knew it all since the sensation of this demon’s killing lust swept across the city. He was already gone by the time the key-bearer realized how thin a strand her life was now hanging on. As the wall crumbled and debris flew through the air, her reflexes kicked in and in seconds Yukino was sailing once again in the sky. She hung on the edge of the warehouse roof, quickly calming her shaken mind. Yukino barely felt a thing seeing as her muscles didn’t screamed a bit. The constitution of a demon was truly incredible.

Pushing herself on top the building she crouched lowly, perfectly aware this demon would still know of her location, Yukino stared at the creature unwavering, prepared for another attack, if there would be any at all. Out of the corner of her sight, she picked up Gaenor as he took form, standing on top the pile of debris that was once a wall. His color, of course, was black, shadowed, and his shape still shifted ever so slightly, but it was one definite subject. He took form of how one might assume a demon looked, a monstrous creature that would come from someone’s nightmare. His eyes were slanted like a cat’s and shone a scarlet gleam that reminded Yukino of freshly drawn blood. His body, in general, was lithe and seeming to reek with power, and behind him grew long wisps of four tails, jagged at the end. On his chest was the ever present row of teeth. A nightmare realized indeed.

‘A show-off.’ Yukino replied to her own thoughts. ‘He’s only matching up to the other one, who’s just as much of nightmare.’ Another thing Gaenor did not like, and that was seeming inferior.

‘Obelisk. Fancy seeing you here.’

Windark was in for a devastating amount of trouble.

[Iilyda]

(((As much as I want to post in this RP, I'm afraid I have to drop out. ^-^' I just couldn't possibly write decent posts like everyone else's, and I just can't think of how to start. I'm terribly sorry.))

{No Dradogo, don't go!!!!!! You can RP with my Key Bearer Laqueta and her demon if you want, and I promise to keep my posts as minuscule as possible. XD @Sora: Yeah, that would make sense. But I couldn't begin to think of what they might be.}

Zeng Joshua Ironside

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.

Joshua gritted his teeth as he watched the demon begin to bud, splitting apart into two new forms. That hadn't worked out like he'd planned at all.

"You're a real ugly bastard, aren't you?" he muttered as he rolled out from under the bush he had been concealed behind, his hand automatically flying to his belt. But none of his weapons were there. Magnificent. Not only had he managed to double his enemy's numbers, but he'd lost his only weapon in the same stroke. Two points for Joshua.

But he'd seen the other figure standing not far from where the demon had been perched, and had watched out of his peripheral vision as the person zipped into the night, running with a wobble, like they were injured. It wasn't too unlikely, considering the presence of the demon. But if they were hurt, whoever it was wasn't likely to be a Key Bearer either. Just a human. A weaponless human. Maybe Joshua could buy whoever it had been some time.

"Hey!" Joshua shouted towards the mutating demon, ripping the nearest bough from its tree and hefting it in his hands like a billy club. It was enormous, but its weight didn't trouble Joshua all too much. "Take a bite out of me, why don't cha?" He waited patiently to one side for the demon's response, clutching his branch with white knuckles.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.

[Shiko Hayashi]

This skin
It strangles me
Leaving me an empty shell
Struggling to breathe
And hang on
To a life
I never knew

Black nearly blended in with the crowd, allowing his demon powers to slip a little an keep him hidden from the eyes of man. But even as he walked, he felt a dark stir in his mind. He hesitated in the crowd, letting them walk around him as if he was nothing but air. He decided, that it probably had been his imagination. it couldn't have come back so soon. he continued walking, but was forced to a jagged halt as the dark whisper grew into a quiet voice. His heart suddenly was the only sound his ears, beating slowly, sluggishly. Slowing down.
He put his hands in his pockets and rushed to the nearest alley, his breath beginning to form in small pants as the whisper grew louder and stronger. He felt it as if a living thing was coiling around his mind, threatening to crush it under it's growing weight. He dug through the many inward pockets of coat, and finally, he found it. A medium length black vile. He tipped it open and a small black pill puddled into his hand. Their was a strange marking on it that was a blood red, and he swiftly popped it into his mouth, swallowing thickly.
The effect was almost immediate. That dark crawling thing slowly retreated back into it's invisible cage within his mind and he slumped with relief against the alley wall. He had not expected the madness to have come so quickly after taking his pill only a few short hours ago. But then he remembered shaman demon's words, those haunting words.
That madness's strength will increase. And one day, these pills will have to be taken once each 30 minutes. Pray for your life, human. Because then, that's all you will have.
He shuddered, remembering the shaman demon's high pitched laughter as he shot a hole through bit's head. He would rather die than have the madness take him.

[gam]

The dark forest with long overhanging branches created some sort of comfort for the demoness. Her attention was soon divided by her overly sensitive ears--running. Someone was running, from a demon. And from what she could tell, it was a lopsided run. "Hah...Guess I can have a little fun?" she wondered aloud, stuck between heading after Obelisk or messing around with Emery. She was more than an annoying, mischievous demon than one who wreaks terror among people. With a quaint little smirk, she trotted along a deer path. Her grey and blue body was about the size of a horse, but she was surprisingly quiet as she went along. Veering off of the natural path, she walked silently along, pinpointing the location of the injured boy. With flawless timing , she twisted around and trotted along the pathway of the boy, bending her head down and bashing his legs with her rock hard head, hoping he would land face down. She trotted in a triumphant circle, only pausing as the commotion got louder in the city part of Windark. "Really, Obelisk? Shut up already." she muttered, more than ready to head down there herself.

[ I'm going to have a grand time keeping my posts short and sweet ]

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( Dradogo... </3 ))

σ вєℓιѕк

From ashes to ashes,
Look at the burning masses;
beautifully disastrous

"Gaenor." Twisting his large, shielded head, the hungry demon turned his sights to the shadowy figure, standing in what was left of that half of the building. Opening his jaws in a silent roar, Obelisk climbed the side of the crumbling building, standing atop the rubble with his red eyes glued to the other demon. "With a human no less. You disappoint me." Pieces of stone and scraps of the building fell between the demon's toes, his legs spread out to keep himself standing. The noise had people fleeing their homes, trying to put distance between themselves and both demon. Had he not been so focused on the demon Gaenor, he might have found entertainment in stampeding over the helpless creatures. He'd have to settle for those already trapped in the fallen building.

With a whip of his fur lined tail Obelisk leaned forwards, breathing with every groan of stone beneath him. He would have like to thrust that spike beneath his chin into the center of Gaenor's toothed stomach, but he knew better than to mess with the shadowy demon too carelessly. To devour that black mass was what he wanted, and it burned clearly in the air about him. Or maybe... Maybe it would be funner to eat up that human child first, to test Gaenor's nerves. Obelisk slowly turned his head to the girl crouched on the roof of a warehouse, looking back at them. Precious... Pushing off of the building, and sending it crumbling towards the shadowed figure, Obelisk threw himself at the larger warehouse, peeling apart the sides as he climbed it. "Come here, child. he hissed, tearing apart everything his claws touched.

From ashes of sin I rise

є мєяу к ηιgнт

In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

The black feathers spun together, forming the body of the same demon, though another wooden mask hid the blood beneath it. Painted as an eagle this one was, and much larger was its body. The mess that the other demon had become flattened, its body littering the ground with black and blue feathers; it had given itself a new form. It screamed, speaking in a language that wasn't human, lifting its new wings through the trees in anger before a small boy caught its attention. Its wooden head snapped to the side, staring down at the child with interest. The beak on the wooden mask turned into a smile, curving into its beady golden painted eyes and taking Joshua up on his offer, it charged him. The new eagle demon split as it ran, and split again until hundreds of black birds spun in and out of the trees, taking turns at diving at the boy.

The ear splitting screeching reached Emery's ears, but he'd long since lost his fear. He sat leaning against one of the forest's trees, his head lolled to the side and resting on his own shoulder. "Em, you're a real stupid kid." He scolded himself, tensing at his own words and the bruising he felt in his chest when he spoke. It was far to dark to see a thing, and trapped in some place he'd never been he wasn't feeling too good with himself. Stopped by a demon on his way to find someone to stop them. Of course. Why wouldn't it work out that way? Sarcasm was a dear friend to Emery.

Despite his current situation, Emery felt a smile creasing his lips. Maybe he was crazy, but he found it funny, being so close to death. Death. That's not exactly what he wanted for himself so soon. With ebbing thoughts of living, Emery picked himself up, only to be knocked face down on the ground seconds later. Landing so hard on his stomach really reminded him he really was still alive. In a split second he was on his side, curling at the hurt and then straightening once he realized it hurt his ribs more to bend like he was. Perfect.

Lonely times indeed

[gam]

"Aww, you're no fun." Eblis sighed with disappointment as the kid curled up with pain. "Good luck." she said simply, walking away from Em, hoping she could entertain herself. Plan B, then. she thought in her sick twisted little mind. With a last glance at Emery, she turned and picked up a full run,her long legs stretching out, eating away the ground now behind her. Within a minute or so she was in the city, luckily hidden in the alleyways. The few people that were there got killed by her on her way to the commotion somewhere in the heart of the city, Windark. She poked her head out the side of a building, watching Obelisk torment a demon she didn't know and a human. Humans. she showed empathy towards the subject. But hey, if this gave her a little fun, she was all ears. She trotted out, looking up at Obelisk as he scaled the building. "What is he doing..." she sighed, now noticing Gaenor. "Him, too?" she had heard of the shadowy demon, and knew it was no good to mess with him. Or Obelisk. She was a rather small creature, about the size of a draft horse. Her long legs carried her to the foot of the building, and her red eyes fell on the larger demon who had a truckload of fun tearing apart everything within his range. "Destructive much?" she murmured, glancing over at Gaenor, keeping a distance between them. She, having not formed a pact, would gladly help Obelisk if he needed it; She could be rather destructive herself if she needed to, but her body style was made more for swiftness.

[Rose.]

[ v-v I am afraid that I am going to have to agree with Dradogo. I too, am incapabale of writing so much on a frequent basis and am dropping out. :'/ I am quite disappointed with myself. My greatest apologies Sora. D: ]