09-29-2014, 03:49 PM
Aria watched as he flicked the whip at the shadowy creature. The man lost his footing. It was like watching a slow motion real of some sports game, he fell backwards, the creature pounced. Aria could see the powerful legs and the powerful jaws. It was more human looking than Aria liked. Adrenaline coursed through her body. She could feel the creatures hunger and in an instant she could feel the man's confusion, his fear. Everything mixed together and there was nothing left but death. Someone was going to die. Aria preferred it be the creature as she ran and intercepted the beast as it was nearly on top of the man who no longer held the power.
Aria felt the creature die, felt it's last pang of hunger, the sword through it's heart, the warm blood cooled on her hand as it dripped from the wound to her sword. Only the leather gloves protected her hands. Who knew what contagions this creature contained. Aria had never seen the likes of it before.
Aria had enjoyed the kill, enjoyed the creatures death. She turned to look at the fallen godling, the fear was apparent. She could make him feel pain. Aria wanted to, she really did, but she pushed it away. His power could come in handy, Aria could feel more of those creatures heading their direction.
Aria offered the man her left hand, the other was slicked with blood and of no use to help him up. He thanked her, calling her "duckling". Aria wasn't sure if she should be offended by being called a cute little fluffy yellow animal that waddled on land. His smile and the lack of animosity in his feelings was about the only reason she let it go. He was dangerous, but right now, she wasn't exactly sure what was more dangerous, the unknown creatures or the godling that had combat training. Michael had been the only one she'd ever met who was that dangerous, and Aria was thankful she was not on his bad side.
He went over to the creature. Aria stood back and watched, his emotions rattled from one end of the spectrum to the other like he was playing back a bad memory. Sadness and loss followed by hatred and vengeance. The pain called to Aria. She wanted to touch his pain so much but she kept herself in check. Kept focus on Lucas, on what was right. Aria could almost feel the battle inside her, it would never stop, it would rage on until the end of her days.
Aria felt more people approaching. Aria turned with her sword drawn as another man asked. "What the hell is that?"
What the hell is this a party or something? Aria looked down the tunnel at yet another fellow walking towards them. Same question. Aria smiled, she was glad she wasn't the only one who had no clue. He looked at the other men.
This place was getting crowded and the creatures were starting to take up position. Aria shook her head. "I don't know."
She put her hand on the godling's arm and set calming feelings to him. "You need to stop that. Calm down."
Touching him had not been the best idea in the world. She could feel the muscles in his arm tense with each blow, the layers of cloth was not dampening his emotions. His fury pulsed inside of her. She could feel the hatred and the pain. The creatures were coming.
"What the hell are we doing here?"
The question brought him out of his revenge stupor. And Aria with it. It was really the only thing Aria could say it was. He turned to Aria with a question in his eyes. He looked down at her hand on his arm and Aria instinctively dropped it. She could feel the questions still flowing through him. But it was more than that. He grabbed her left arm and pulled her glove off. Aria watched as emotions rattled through his head. He shook it confused, he was more confused now than before. He towered over her but Aria wasn't afraid. She took her glove back and put it in her pocket. "More are coming."
He looked back at her, the fog clearing until he was gone. Aria could feel the heat from the coil of air and fire in his hand. He understood, but did the others.
Aria felt the creature die, felt it's last pang of hunger, the sword through it's heart, the warm blood cooled on her hand as it dripped from the wound to her sword. Only the leather gloves protected her hands. Who knew what contagions this creature contained. Aria had never seen the likes of it before.
Aria had enjoyed the kill, enjoyed the creatures death. She turned to look at the fallen godling, the fear was apparent. She could make him feel pain. Aria wanted to, she really did, but she pushed it away. His power could come in handy, Aria could feel more of those creatures heading their direction.
Aria offered the man her left hand, the other was slicked with blood and of no use to help him up. He thanked her, calling her "duckling". Aria wasn't sure if she should be offended by being called a cute little fluffy yellow animal that waddled on land. His smile and the lack of animosity in his feelings was about the only reason she let it go. He was dangerous, but right now, she wasn't exactly sure what was more dangerous, the unknown creatures or the godling that had combat training. Michael had been the only one she'd ever met who was that dangerous, and Aria was thankful she was not on his bad side.
He went over to the creature. Aria stood back and watched, his emotions rattled from one end of the spectrum to the other like he was playing back a bad memory. Sadness and loss followed by hatred and vengeance. The pain called to Aria. She wanted to touch his pain so much but she kept herself in check. Kept focus on Lucas, on what was right. Aria could almost feel the battle inside her, it would never stop, it would rage on until the end of her days.
Aria felt more people approaching. Aria turned with her sword drawn as another man asked. "What the hell is that?"
What the hell is this a party or something? Aria looked down the tunnel at yet another fellow walking towards them. Same question. Aria smiled, she was glad she wasn't the only one who had no clue. He looked at the other men.
This place was getting crowded and the creatures were starting to take up position. Aria shook her head. "I don't know."
She put her hand on the godling's arm and set calming feelings to him. "You need to stop that. Calm down."
Touching him had not been the best idea in the world. She could feel the muscles in his arm tense with each blow, the layers of cloth was not dampening his emotions. His fury pulsed inside of her. She could feel the hatred and the pain. The creatures were coming.
"What the hell are we doing here?"
The question brought him out of his revenge stupor. And Aria with it. It was really the only thing Aria could say it was. He turned to Aria with a question in his eyes. He looked down at her hand on his arm and Aria instinctively dropped it. She could feel the questions still flowing through him. But it was more than that. He grabbed her left arm and pulled her glove off. Aria watched as emotions rattled through his head. He shook it confused, he was more confused now than before. He towered over her but Aria wasn't afraid. She took her glove back and put it in her pocket. "More are coming."
He looked back at her, the fog clearing until he was gone. Aria could feel the heat from the coil of air and fire in his hand. He understood, but did the others.