Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

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Oh noes! My phone deleted EVERYTHING I just typed out and now I haven't the time to rewrite, nor the patience.. could you guys possibly pause for the night so I can post tomorrow morning? Or at least not go too far...curse this devil phone!))

[Falls]

[Pause? Now? *twitch* *cringe* I-I can't- I... D= ]

[Veins Of Opal]

Daniel stopped struggling, his mind screaming how much he deserved this, and he knew he did. He deserved far worse. He didn't even deserve to be alive... He listened faintly to the words as the hand tightened around his throat, allowing no bit of oxygen to make its way into his lungs and he soon began to feel lightheaded. But, then, the hand loosened, before letting go. Ringmaster spoke of William and the words made Daniel choke out a rough and pained "I Love You, I'm sorry, Ringmaster..." before he heaved in a shaking breath through his raw and bruised throat. He pulled himself to his feet, eyes widening as Ringmaster turned to Lucien, who seemed just as eager for bloodshed as did the immortal. Daniel needed out. He had to get out, out, out. He was an ugly sobbing mess, and he needed to get out. He didn't deserve to be alive. He didn't deserve any forgiveness. He deserved to die.
With such thoughts in his mind, Daniel quickly fled from the supply wagon, but as soon as he exited and stumbled off of the porch in his emotional mess, he lifted his tear-streaked face as his bloodshot eyes landed right onto William.

Lucien watched as Daniel sobbed after being released, and the sight of the bruising beginning to bloom upon the man's neck made him crave to see more. He wanted blood. He wanted more screaming. The assassin was already grinning from ear to ear, a blood-thirsty shine in his eyes and malicious laughing rumbling within his throat as he looked to Ringmaster. "I'd like to see you try, b**ch," Lucien snarled gleefully, straightening his back and balling his fists.

[Falls]

As William neared the supply wagon the voices became more pronounced. It seemed Ringmaster was talking about killing someone again. Big surprise there. He was on the wrong side of the wagon to see what was going on, but it seemed that some of the action was being brought to him. Daniel suddenly stumbled into view, his face streaked with blood and tears and his throat wrapped in a grotesque bruise. The mere sight of him was enough to strike William's heart with panic.

"Daniel!"

He called out his fiance's name with apparent urgency and took off in a run towards him. His legs brought him to Daniel with surprising speed, though he was too focused on Daniel to notice. His hands reached out, one grasping the ebony-haired man's arm while the other went to cup his face. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Meanwhile, Ringmaster was getting ready to tear Lucien's head off or ram spoons in his eye sockets or whatever it took to do away with this man. He took the assassin's challenging reply and let it spur him further into a killing mood. He let out a laugh of sheer pleasure. He would enjoy this.

Ringmaster's hand grabbed at whatever was near. He found a fruit from the broken crate and sent it spiraling towards Lucien's head. Oh look, another fruit. And a spoon. And where did this stake come from? Might as well make do with another fruit crate while we're at it. With each new object he threw he advanced closer to his target.

[Veins Of Opal]

Daniel found himself shaking and his mind was still screaming at him, and it hurt. 'You're a disgusting piece of trash, you don't deserve him. He's only comforting you because you're so damn pathetic. He doesn't love you. You'd do everyone a favor if you just disappeared.'
Daniel barely heard William through this thoughts. But as soon as William laid his hand on Daniel's cheek, he broke down in more sobs, wrapping his arms quickly around William and pulling him into a hug, dropping his head into the crook at the junction of the man's neck and shoulder. His shoulder's shook as the occasional sob racked his body, and he didn't loosen his grip on his William. "I don't want to talk about it... I Love You... I Love You so much..." he choked out in a tearful voice, not daring to lift his head and even look William in his caring, gentle eyes. He couldn't do it. The scent of honey enveloped him, but the smell of alcohol and Lucien still lay upon his flesh, mingling with the scent of his own blood.


Lucien just simply had to bob left and right and up and down to avoid the furiously thrown objects, laughing all the while. "You're pathetic, you have to use tools. I'll snap your neck with my hands," he laughed maniacally, his crazed, syrup-brown eyes wide, matching the sadistic grin he wore. Lucien rolled his shoulders back, the bones popping, and then he lunged forward towards Ringmaster.

[Falls]

William did not expect such an impromptu hug, but he rolled with it anyway.His arms wrapped around Daniel's torso, one hand reaching up to stroke Daniel's hair. "I love you too," he replied in a reassuring tone. "You are my life, Daniel. Please, you worry me so! If you will not tell me why you are hurt, will you at least let me tend to your wounds?

Besides Daniel being covered in blood, something felt deeply wrong here. He could feel an unsteadiness shaking Daniel's whole being to the core. Even Daniel's smell was off. His forest-like scent was tainted by the smell of booze, blood and something else that made him want to grimace and wash Daniel off. Why was that scent so disconcertingly familiar?

...

Ringmaster wanted to prove Lucien wrong, but he also had an intense desire to ensure a clear victory in this fight. Sure, he needed items, but there wasn't any rule against it, now was there? And even if there was, he didn't care. He'd fight dirty. He'd do what it took to kill this man once and for all. As Lucien leaped towards him he grabbed the nearest object- a sack of what seemed to be potatoes- and swung. Sure, he needed items. He'd item Lucien to pieces. Literally. Pieces, on the ground, grotesquely inhuman for having been separated so.

[Soooo, I just had dmlp's situation happen to me. My phone froze just as I was getting ready to post. I was able to rush to the computer and copy down what was on the screen before my phone gathered up enough of its wits to restart though. Whew! I should've taken my own advice and saved the post to a notebook app beforehand!]

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(Yaaaat I'm completely lost! )

[dmlp]

((sorry submarines, not sure how i can help...))

Blake didn't even hear Locota's voice, nor her approach. Too great was the ringing in his ears, the burning pain that touched every nurve. He felt her touch, however, and quickly flinched away for fear the uncontrolled heat radiating off him would burn her.
Sheila barely fit in the alley, her own face contorted in pain, or at least as much as possible on a bird face. Blake cried out as his body became suddenly engulfed in flame and an unseen force dragged him towards Sheila. Both cried out in pain as they morphed together, Blake dissappeared as flames lit aflame on Sheila's feathers. The phoenix looked at Locota with kind eyes, "Come, child." It spoke softly, its voice a combination of Blake's, Sheila's, and a deeper, ancient voice. The fire bird held out a talon and gently grabbed the girl, the flames and heat didn't harm the girl. The great fire bird gave out the loud cry of a bird of prey as it's great wings spread and pushed down, causing them to ascend rapidly.

The fire extinguished to reveal beautiful feathers of golds, reds, oranges, yellows, and here and there a flickering blue. The flight was so smooth that the great speed was hardly noticed. It began to descend towards an unpopulated area near a strip o fbeach about a quarter mile from the caravan. The bird gently set Locota down as it passed the ground, continued past. It looked as if it crashed landed in a flurry of flames, feathers, and kicked up sand, separating into the two beings that made it up. Sheila was left unconcious where the bird landed, however it seemed as if Blake was forced away and he had went rolling a little ways away, possibly moreso from the impact of landing. BLake lay where the beach lapped at his sides, on his back, shirt tattered to shreds of rags that barely clung to his torso, his pants was tattered at the bottom and filled with smoking holes. Both Blake's hair and Sheila's feathers were now totally golden, no black to found. Sheila lay unconcious, while BLake was just barely fighting off the darkness of sleep.

~Back in the Alley~
The glacier fell in a heap of ice while the group stared at the sky where the firebird flew away. Frostbite gathered himself up, using the wall as support.
"'Bout time we found one. C'mon, it couldn't have gotten far."
"No Frostbite, Leave it." A harsh, feminine voice came from the shadows of the back alley. All three boys turned to the voice, Ralf and Mikey cowering away. The shadows seemed to move as a smoke or fog as a figure stepped into view. It was a woman, looking to be somewhere in her twenties. Short black hair with purple, red, and blue mixed in at various places framed a dark face. Metallic, piercing purplish-black eyes glared proudly at the group before them. A black raven perched on her shoulder, purples and blues mixes in with his oily feathers.
But, Reaper...That bird is worth-"
"Shut it!" I know the price for a creature such as that. However, I'd like to watch this particular firebird." The woman replied, her voice going from commanding to intrigued.
"Why?"
"All will be revealed soon enought." The woman promised and flicked her eyes to the raven, it cawed and flew off in the direction the phoenix went. The woman watched with a dark smile, the shadows gathering around her as if seeking refuge in the woman's presence, she drummed her fingers on a swollen belly, humming some contorted, dark song.

Roslynn flicked her ears to the chaos of the supply wagon, rolling her eyes at the voices she recognized. However, her attention turned to William and she remembered Ringmaster's warning about him being fragile. She knew she couldn't let William find out what the noise was, for the time being he was her responsibility and she couldn't let Ringmaster down, she'd promised to protect the poor man. But before she could stop him, the man went investigating. The hellhound quickly stood and padded after William, stopping abruptly when a very battered and god-awful smelling Daniel stumbled out of the wagon.
Roslynn pushe daway her dislike of the dark haried man and approached the two. She was about to speak when she remembered Daniel would probably not understand her speaking Latin. She shifted into her human form and huffed at the two,
"Yes, go. Clean up,"Roslynn said as she pushed the two men away from the supply wagon and towards the front end of the caravan. "Off you go, babysit each other and don't leave the wagon until either I or Ringmaster says so."She said, still ushering them towards the head wagon. "Don't need anything else happening." She grumbled under her breath.
Once she beilieved they got her point and would listen, Roslynn turned and headed back, vanishing as she did so. She remained invisible, except to Ringmaster, as she stood outside the supply wagon, watching as Ringmaster threw whatever items he could grab withing reach at Lucien who easily avoided them. She opened what she could of the link.
"You do realize you have a hellhound right? That I could shred him to pieces then rip soul from body?"She thought almost boredly in Ringmaster's head, her eyes remaining on Lucien in case he pulled some sort of trick. If the man dared to do so, the hellhound wouldn't hesitate to defend her master.

Hunter finished eating and stood to throw his trash away. However, he was too busy trying to hear the commotion of the supply wagon to pay attention to where he was going and bumped into someone. HE whirled around to see who it was,"Oh, uh...Sorry."

[Falls]

(Yaaaat I'm completely lost! )

Need an RP partner? Ghost is free.

For the last few pages, Lucien has been stirring up drama amongst RM and Daniel again and of course it's boiled down into another fight. So if you're thinking you might've missed something important, you have not.

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(Thank you X3. I'll ask PurpleInkFeather if they wouldn't mind if I had Lilith go up to Ghost )