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[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 shifted from foot to foot, shifting the small black orb from hand to hand. Ever since the last meeting, he had become restless. His tongue flickered across his lips, moistening the cracked skin. The air was getting colder as winter approached, but the tree's leaves had not yet entirely fallen. He sighed and his breath misted in the air before him. He studied it, a deep sadness beginning to engulf him. How long had it been, since he had heard his own voice whisper a mere word?
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He shoved the sorrow away, angrily scuffing the dry earth with his black boot. It would do no good to dwell on the past. Instead, he concentrated on something else, allowing a small smile to flicker across his face. The other Demon hunter's had been so shocked, their mouth's had been hanging open, when they had seen what he had done. He flicked his hair slightly, watching the silvery white gleam in the fading sunlight. They had been horrified that he had let it grow and died it a snow white. But in truth, it fit him better than his brown hair.
He sighed once more, a habit that often got others umping to their feet in irritation. He gently put the black orb in his pocket, watching the brief flare of blue in it's center as it vanished from the sunlight into the darkness of his trench coat pocket. He moved forward, then froze, his nostrils flaring. There. He shifted his center of balance slightly, feeling the air push against his body. That smell. So familiar..... He leaped into the air, the air almost seeming to billow him up into the branches of an old oak as a silver flash whizzed right where he had been. He heard a high pitched laughter ring through the forest. He banged his fast on the trunk, trying to express his brief anger. "Oh calm down Black. I was only teasing you." The female voice cried. Then it revealed itself. It was a slim women who appeared to be in her late 20's. She had solid black hair that swept around a beautiful elfen face, sharp blue eyes gazing up at him with laughter.
Her name was Eina. She was not a Demon hunter, but rather, a simple human who knew about the world of the demons and chose to help the Demon Hunter's out in smaller things. like providing information on whereabouts or details on a new demon. Most didn't realize that Demon Hunter's were deeply indebted to these nosy humans. Although Black could do without them. They always seemed to think they were better than him at finding things out.
Black jumped down and roughly cuffed Eina on the side of the head, glaring at her with undisguised irritation. Eina followed after him, wincing from the blow, as he moved away, walking with a long stride through the woods. "Awww! Come on Black! I got some good information here!" Eina whined. Black clenched his teeth, but kept walking, not turning around. He felt a tug on his arm and he whirled on her, pointing at her furiously with his index finger. Eina pouted, jutting out her lower lip. "Your so mean. " She grumbled. he stared at her, watching her face for a few seconds, before doubling over with soundless laughter.
Anger flared on her face and she aimed a low kick to his face. He caught her boot, twisted her around, and slammed her into a tree, swiftly locking her arms behind her back. He tutted, shaking his finger at her. She pouted again, but when he released her, she remained still. "It's about a demon named Goed. He's supposedly been dealing with humans and it's not been pretty." She said, her voice low. Black listened for a few seconds, before shaking his head. He pointed to his temple. "You already know?!" Eina squeaked, disappointment flashing in her eyes. Black's lip twitched and he turned, walking away. "No fair!" Eina screeched, following after him.
Black felt a slight prickling irritation that she was still following him. But he pushed it away. humans were humans. He paused, considering that thought. Was he not a human himself? His tongue prickled, where the marking lay, and he angrily continued walking. Such thoughts would do him no good. They slowly arrived at the edge of the forest into a small clearing. Small simple ranch style houses lined the area and he pointed to the street that exited from the clearing, then pointed at Eina.
Eina sighed. "Fine. I'll go. But you better tell me when you need some help. or I'll come find you." She growled, raising her finger in warning. Black raised his hands in mock surrender and rolled his eyes. Eina grumbled a bit more, then broke off into a sprint, swiftly vanishing from sight as she rounded around the houses and disappeared. he sighed, rubbing his temples. They always seemed to find him, wherever he went. No matter how hard he tried to conceal himself. he sighed once more, grinning grimly, and started off walking down the street, his black trench coat flapping behind him as a small, but cold breeze picked up.

[Dradogo]

((...Wow. Wolf, your opening is so...intimidating, but awesome. xD And I honestly have no idea how to start.))

[Clavicle]

((Seconded.
A forest? Oh my. I have to think of a way to get there... -sits and ponders-))

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( Lol Preposterous. Thank you Dradogo. It took a while to get it right, but I think I did good on it. ))

[Clavicle]

((That's it, I'll just have her demon teleport her there!

... Err, actually, I got nothing. -shrugs-))

[Shiko Hayashi]

((That's it, I'll just have her demon teleport her there!

... Err, actually, I got nothing. -shrugs-))

(( How about you are doing your demon thing in a small city and Black get's word of you? ))

[Clavicle]

((D-demon thing? Ahah, I actually changed Addie to a normal human. XD; Well, she still has her Demon, but it failed to mark her, and it is now in her care since it's kind of... A child. Haha, I'm forcing my character to play mother for something she loathes.

But he could have heard that a Demon was created somewhere in the area (which is exactly what Adelaide did, albeit accidentally).
I do have my starting post written though, since I tend to think ahead a bit too much, and she is -luckily- in a small city. XD))

[Shiko Hayashi]

((D-demon thing? Ahah, I actually changed Addie to a normal human. XD; Well, she still has her Demon, but it failed to mark her, and it is now in her care since it's kind of... A child. Haha, I'm forcing my character to play mother for something she loathes.

But he could have heard that a Demon was created somewhere in the area (which is exactly what Adelaide did, albeit accidentally).
I do have my starting post written though, since I tend to think ahead a bit too much, and she is -luckily- in a small city. XD))

(( Lol that's alright with me. Sounds like fun. ))

[Clavicle]

((Well, never let it be said that I am a good writer, or that I have a way with words. Nor am I as... Wordy, and descriptive as some of the people I've seen on RP sites. But I'm giving it my all. X3 I'm totally making things up as I go along though, especially the whole sharing knowledge thing (further down the post). My imagination tends to wander when I'm role playing, especially when it comes to broadening knowledge about things that we have been given a brief overview of. Sorry.

Also, I am assuming that demons aren't born linguists.))

It was raining.

Scratch that, it was pouring. The streets were already cleared, save for a few sorry sods who were running late, or the occasional stray animal.

One such stray, a lone girl, watched the downpour from underneath her messy bangs, trying to make out anything beyond blurred shapes and silhouettes. It had started as a light drizzle, something completely harmless, but one that changed with a crack of lightning, turning into a full blown rainstorm. She had been forced to postpone her search for food and seek shelter immediately, which certainly did not make her a happy camper.

The small body she was carrying in her arms shifted, like It was mirroring her own feelings of unease. With a tightening of her grip It stopped, going limp like a doll with its strings cut. But she wasn't satisfied by Its docile behavior, and the weather only served to worsen her mood. She had taken refuge in a dirty alley, which was hardly refuge at all. The only provided shelter were the rather short window ledges above her, forcing her to press her body against the rough wall as much as she could, just to get at least halfway underneath them. It was safe to say that it didn't help at all, and she was already getting an uncomfortable itch on her back. She would have complained, if she wasn't soaked to the bone, and numb from the cold already.

As It started squirming again, she held onto the body tightly, the misshapen monster in her arms that was her one and only companion. Was it a child? Or was it a demon? It was her own creation, a spawn of the madness that had once been wrapped around her heart and mind. Therefore, It was her demonic child. That madness was now transferred to this child, at the mere price of her life.

Its body was wrapped up in a thin cloth, ripped and tattered from use. Over Its head was a paper bag, and around Its neck hung a thin rope. Oh, how she, at certain times, wanted to pull at that rope, to watch as the little beast writhed and squealed in that high pitched voice, until It fell silent, leaving her in peace. But how could she? How could she kill what her life revolved around? The mark that she had stamped on her left eye, although blotched and nearly unrecognizable, was the mark of the thing that she almost unwillingly held in her arms. It held on to her shirt as if it were its lifeline, and It slowly corroded her soul once again.

She sighed, a long, suffering sigh, as she watched the people run by, or rather, their blurred shapes, none of them sparing her a glance. And why would they, she mused. She was but a soaked street rat, her dirty hand-me-down clothes weighing her down, and threatening to slip off of her thin frame. You didn't get size measurements for clothes, not when you were desperate.

Motherrrr.. a voice echoed in her head, and she bared her teeth at the wall across from her, all the while mournfully regretting her choice in teaching the creature some of her language. "Shut up,“ she said, irritation and fear fighting for dominance in her heart. That voice never failed to startle her, or get her blood boiling in anger. "Get out of my head!“

But you know I can't do that... the voice replied, sounding much more intelligent than Its first garbled call. It had Its own bouts of intelligence sometimes, she could admit, despite Its poor upbringing. She snorted at the thought, perhaps in amusement. As if the little spawn deserved anything better than what she was giving It. It was already feeding off of her soul, still tied to her, as It had explained in its own chopped sentences.

That didn't stop her from making a contract with another demon, It had assured her hastily, as if the mere thought of not signing a contract with one of the beasts would break her fragile heart. After all, their contract had been unsuccessful, due to ignorance on the demon's part. And she had gotten the shorter end of the stick, it seemed. The only thing their messed up pact did was blind her in one eye, and allow the little demon to eat her knowledge. The latter was a common thing that demons did with their young until they reached a certain age, those rare few times that a demon was born because two of the beasts decided to settle their differences long enough to produce another disgusting offspring.

She had thought that she could appreciate that, though. The giving her knowledge away part. After all, if the only thing that the demon required was her limited knowledge, she would gladly give it, if it meant that she wouldn't be tied down by It. Like... Like the key bearers were. She had heard that name a few times, passed around from one person to another, in whispers not nearly as hushed as they had thought. Sometimes, the most unlikely people would talk about these traitors, the ones that had abandoned their own kind to sign with the enemy. The mere thought of being like them made her shudder.

But are you not worse? the raspy voice reminded her. She grimaced at the coppery taste of blood as she bit too hard on her lower lip, which she had been worrying while thinking. It was a bad habit she had developed over the years, but all nervous people had their ticks and habits.

Was she just as bad? She had, after all, created a demon scum. Did that make her as worse as the key bearers, or was her reluctance to take care of her demon separating her from them? She wouldn't know what those people thought of their own demons, of course, so she couldn't be sure. It was still worrisome.

Hungry... the voice muttered, interrupting her thoughts once again. Ah, so it seemed that It was back to Its normal levels of intelligence. What a pleasant thought. "You won't be getting any, you worthless thing!“ she snapped out loud, looking by all accounts like she had lost her marbles. But she reluctantly found herself agreeing with It, because she was hungry as well. She could already feel hunger gnawing at her insides, making her stomach ache. When was the last time that she had eaten? She remembered the nice people that gave her the clothes she wore, and some bread and soup. They did that for quite a few of the outcasts hanging around the area, most of them homeless children, not unlike herself. But running through the rain just to get to the building on the other side of town didn't seem so appealing.

The long nails digging into her skin, and successfully drawing blood certainly changed her mind fast enough, though.

With another sigh, although possibly heavier than the first one, she took off at a fast pace out of the alley, and proceeded to sprint down hill. Sometimes, she wondered what made them, whoever they were, decide to build a city on such a terrain. It was all ups and downs. But that thought was promptly replaced by a new one, or rather, a scream and a curse as she slipped on the muddy ground, and unceremoniously fell flat on her face. She heard a loud wail from the creature in her arms, which was pinned down by her weight, and allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction despite her aching limbs.

At least she wasn't alone in her suffering.

[Ylva Rane]

((Don't say that, Preposterous. I happen to like reading what you write.

And I am entertaining the idea that demon's have different, individual ways of learning things, including language... if that's all right with Sora. I will post later. It will take a while for me to actually come up with something good.))