Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen looked up, there were so many people and she just wanted to get somewhere safe and quiet. She gave a small little nod and got to her feet and followed Arya. Elenwen kept her head down, trying not to be noticed by everyone else, that plan had already failed. She could feel their angry eyes as they remembered who... or what she was. Why was she the girl that was roped into all these problems? Why was she the one that always had to suffer? She stopped for a moment, she still had to do something, she flicked her fingers and the raven circled, calling and croaking for something. It circled once, twice and and landed on the flag one of the caravans. It kept croaking and calling, it's red eyes glowing against the graying sky. Elenwen then followed Arya, she didn't feel quiet at home without her little raven but it was needed for other things.
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Will watched as Elenwen walked away, she had left town to get rid of this problem so she could come back and lead a normal life. He turned to the others, clearing his mind of the sour thoughts. He hardly noticed the boy that was now being dragged along, any help would be welcome. "I'll show you what happened last night though..." he cut off, he wouldn't be able to say he didn't know much about it, he had dreamed what had happened. "Well I know what happened, I just don't know who." he muttered so only the ones nearest to him could hear, this town was suspitiouse of even the tiniest wrong move, if they knew about his dreams captain of the guard or no he would be killed.

[Raella]

Risley nodded at Will and Marle, glancing suspiciously at a muscular boy with a huge sheath strapped to his back. "Do you two know those girls?" she asked. She could tell that something was bothering Marle, but she didn't ask what was wrong because of the angry stares from the crowd of villagers. Risley, usually so proud, lowered her eyes and hunched her shoulders, trying to hide the fact that she was not human. She curled her hands into her cloak's sleeves, concealing her long, talon-like nails. The stares from the crowd seemed to penetrate her clothing, stripping her down until she had nothing else to hide behind, nothing to cover up the freakish ridges on her slim back that were her wing's sheaths. No thick, ebony hair to hide her long, knife-shaped ears. Panic gripped her heart behind Risley's stone-hard face.
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Kilan blinked. "It seems as though this place has something deeply unsettled in it's core," he muttered,"I would be glad to help you, if I may." He glanced around at the suffocating crowd. "The sooner we leave this place the better."

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra leads Elenwen through the streets until she finds an Inn. Every where they go, the pair are met with the same hateful glare. Ayra initially diminishes herself to try to hide but something wells up within her and she returns their glares, tenfold. The Inn is no different. She wastes no time in booking a room and taking Elenwen upstairs. Marle and the others would find them later. The moment the room door shuts behind them, Ayra slumps against the wall, releasing all her tension. "Are you alright? Aside from what can't be helped?" Ayra's eyes hold concern for her friend. She did not completely understand what had happened but she would do whatever she could.

Marle

Marle nods to Kilan. He did not need to look to feel the daggerlike stares the crowd was giving them. He could feel their confused anger, their lust for revenge, but he was still able to hold on to his own mind, if but barely. "I'm glad to hear it. My name is Marle." His anxiety was still growing, no matter how far they grew from the crowd, there only seemed to be more and more people. All of them filled with misguided fear and anger. "I'm sure this was once a pleasant place, Will. I hope that one day we might see it restored."

[puppyeyez94]

(I'm going to join xD)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Cool!))

Elenwen gave a little nod, nothing was wrong that hadn't always been wrong. She sunk down in a corner, head in her hands. She could feel her cards vibrating in her pouch. She pulled open she small string and a single card flew into her hand, the queen of spades, but it wasn't the normal one; the inking of the card was blue and instead of the usual devious smile these cards showed there was a sad lonley face, she watched as a tear ran down the woman's cheek. "I'm sorry for that... I guess you could say this town wasn't completely unreasonable for hating me." she whispered, still frightened about what had happened.
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Will sighed "Yes, we know them and yes, we would be welcome to have your help." Will muttered under his breath, he put a hand to his head as everything started to spin out of focus. He started to see double, everything seemed to have a yellow red tinge to it. He could hear a wolfish snarle in the back of his mind, a low menacing growling. He stumbled a step back before everything came clear again. He shook his head "We should get going." he mummbled, walking on and shoving his way through the crowd as he walk towards the recent murder site. He didn't really notice if the others weren't following him, and he didn't really care.

[Raella]

Risley frowned and followed Will, scowling darkly at the villagers from under raven hair. Something here was....off. She couldn't quite explain it, but some feeling in the back of her mind told her that something was wrong here. With every step closer to the murder site, the feeling deepened. Some deep and instinctive impulse in Risley commanded her to flee, and never return to this troubled town. She took a deep breath and continued walking.
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"My name is Kilan," he introduced himself. He took several long steps to catch up with Will, Marle and the dragon girl, glancing at the sunken, angry faces of the villagers. Kilan longed to help this small town, but he wasn't sure if he could do it. Straightening his spine and setting his jaw, he vowed silently to restore this place to what it had once been.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra shakes her head at Elenwen's depression. "So far I haven't seen anything to make someone want to hate you." Ayra does what she can to look at the card, curiosity getting the best of her. She could see the tear running down the card's face. How odd. "No matter what, your friends will stand by you Elenwen..." How odd for Ayra to say that. Marle must be getting to her.

Marle

Marle's awareness is blurred. He can see the others, his mind simply does not 'see' them. All he is aware of as he advances is the growing anger, hunger, terror, and sorrow. The emotions blurred in his mind, leaving him unsure of anything. The pin now protruded from the back of his finger, his body not reporting the injury. He just continues along, following the bleary presences that he knew to be his companions. This city was a nightmare within its own mind.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

"I'm Will." Will stated flattly, continouing to walk, he remembered this house. He remembered the monster in this dream digging his clawed hands into the stone as though it were butter and silenlty scaling the building. The creature had smashed throught the window, grabbed the young woman off her bed... and he didn't want to think of the rest. He came up to the building of the most recent murder, the guards were still searching for the information they need so nothing had been disturbed. "This is the place." he muttered walking into the building. The room the beast had come in was a mess, almost everything had been broken in the creatures rage. There was... what could be a body on the floor but more of a bloody, mangled mass, of blood and gut. The only thing left about the... thing that could be recognizable was the glazed, lifeless and terrified eyes.
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Elenwen shook her head "It's not me, me, it's the other to mes that people hate! They can't tell there are three of us here so they just blame me!" Elenwen tired to explain but finished, realizing she had probably only made it more confusing. There were three things trying to live inside her; Elenwen, Sorrow and Hate. Elenwen was always there no matter what other demon tried to take control, she was in charge of her actions and was constantly fighting against the other two that fought to concume her mind. She had only lost control a couple times, but even those couple times had been terrible. Most of the time one of the demons would have half of her and try and weaken her by feeding and corupting her emotions. To Elenwen's luck, it was usually only Sorrow, and she would rather have herself feeling terrible than hurting others, but when Hate was winning she would be iritable and snap out at people. She had always had these demons in her, it was almost as if she had been born with them... fused to her. Why was she always the one these bad things happened to. She looked down in her lap, trying to keep from crying... but Sorrow was winnning, it was hard to do.

[Raella]

Risley walked into the house after Will and stared at the body unflinchingly. She kneeled down, careful not to touch anything, and raked her eyes across the grisly carcass. On what was once the throat of the victim, there were huge chunks of flesh missing and dark bloody gashes. The room around her as well as the floor were splattered with an incredible amount of blood, and the furniture had been bent, broken and mangled not unlike the unfortunate resident. Risley's dark eyes were flat and emotionless under her furrowed brows. Her eyes narrowed and she stood, walking carefully over to a row of slash marks on the wall. Five. She could count five claw marks, each below the first, every score on the wall as wide as her first finger and as deep as the first knuckle on her smallest. The beast that left the mark was huge.
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Kilan's stomach turned as he took in the carnage before him. As a warrior, he was used to blood, but the body......it was unrecognizable as human. The stench of blood and rotting flesh from the fresh kill was nauseating, but the young fighter stood fast.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

"Elenwen. I'm sorry that the town doesn't understand and that there are other yous. Just please stop crying..." Elenwen's depression was starting to get to her. How could she hope for a happy turnout to the hunt for whatever is out there is Elenwen doesn't even have the strength to believe in their cause. If a powerful Gypsy like Elenwen was powerless then what could a Healer like Ayra do? She fights back her own fear filled tears. She wouldn't let herself show just how weak she really was to her friend. She just wouldn't!

Marle

Marle barely takes notice of the room around him. His mind was lost amongst the emotions of those around. He struggles against them and simply appears to stand, bored. The stench of death stung his nostrils and caused his eyes to water slightly, but his mind was too distracted to recognize the pulp that once was the victim. That is, not until the pain of his hand finally bled through. He resists the desire to cry out at the screaming injury. His eyes glance over it, grateful to the wound for waking him. His eyes follow a drop of blood from his hand to the spatter on the floor, to the wall and all the way back to the body. His heart sinks at the sight. She had been a young woman, emphasis on had. His eyes take in the rest of the room. The scratches, the damage to the furniture, everything. Doubt starts to take hold in the back of his mind. If a sentient creature was this powerful, this malicious, then they would be at great risk trying to slay it. "We'll need a strong trap."