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Post by Grim on Apr 27, 2015 14:34:51 GMT -5
((TyTheHermit, here you go Ty!))
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For days they had lingered behind, watching as strange men entered the deep woods. Their interest had been drawn when it became clear these men were hiding something, their presence reeking of subterfuge, fear and excitement. It didn’t take long for them to make their purpose clear, the men were poachers. Then Grim’s interested truly flared, poachers meant dead game, and death meant bones. Grim wasn’t one to say no to easy collectibles, so they had followed patiently as traps were set and guns were cocked.
The men are now sitting around the blazing inferno they deemed fit to call a camp-fire, apparently they no longer fear getting caught. Too bad they were discovered as soon as they set foot inside the forest, one could almost feel sorry for them. Reality has a way of punishing those who get too prideful. Grim knows that better than anyone.
Their voices rings loudly in the night, boastful and cocky. Grim suspects they’ve never been hunting a day in their lives before this, and that they are just young men who decided it could be fun to kill a few woodland creatures. People are odd like that, they could at least have learnt to do it properly first.
They fly closer, the scent/taste of their Presence an odd clash against the clear air of the forest. The air so heavy with it that Grim almost wants to gag. Well, the equivalent of gagging.
So far the poachers haul has been less than impressive, a single buck and few bird Grim had done nothing to identify. All in all they were disappointed, the poachers’ illegal snares better work better than their terrible shooting. Then again, it was not like they were inclined to wait any longer. No, Grim wants what is theirs, and they want it NOW.
Cloaked Grim flies to the centre of their camp, hovering just left of the fire. Then with little grace they bleed into the physical plane, hyena skull in place above their neck. A deep blue poncho is billowing about their body. The men stumbles backwards in confusion, frightened yells and curses colours the air. Their presence turns to fearconfusiondread, a combination Grim has come to enjoy dearly over the years.
“Listen up gents”, they gestures them with a single clawed hand, “we have a proposition for you!”
“What the-” the man immediately falls silent as the cyan eye flares to life above Grim’s forehead.
“What do you want?” another asks, his voice a frightened whine and gun aimed at the floating creature. He is shaking though, confused more than anything. Grim had expected a little more panicking, but of course they would feel a false sense of security behind their pathetic weapons.
“Well”, the pseudo-spirit begins to explain, “you’ve simply been taking too long, and we’ve gotten quite bored. Now give us the stuff and you won't suffer much.”
A bullet is released, digging neatly into their hovering body. How utterly dull, sighing Grim digs one taloned finger into their flesh. It doesn't hurt, but the sensation is by no means nice. Translucent blood bubbles for the wound, quickly turning black in the night air. Fools.
“Not iron... are you even trying?” they mutter to themselves, flicking the bullet back at the shooter.
When they turn their attention to the men, they are disappointed to find that two has already fled, leaving their three comrades to face them alone. Never mind that, the sense of fear should be easy to find. They are basically leaving a blazing trail, all but inviting them to come find their cowardly souls.
“We want the bones” Grim states jovially, “and now… now we wants yours too”.
With no warning Grim jumps in the air, wrapping both their clawed hands around one of the poachers neck, lifting him into air with ease. The yells of his two comrades calls for them to let him go, and the odd sensation of more bullets digging in to their side almost makes Grim snap back around, but instead they ignore it.
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Post by TyTheHermit on Apr 27, 2015 15:29:07 GMT -5
When one finds more wounded animals than usual in the woods, the link is easily made. "Poachers..." Ty hissed out as she walked out at night. From time to time she would check for tracks and smells. But by now she hand't found many. On the moment her ax laid beside her while her hands made quick work of removing another trap set by the humans. It infuriated her, how these stupid humans never learned to leave the wild life alone. With an aggressive pull the trap broke apart and Ty grabbed some of the pieces she might be able to use later. Slowly she rose to her hooves and grabbed her ax and started walking again.
It had been a week when she found the first wounded animals and she still hadn't found the poachers who wound them. In the time she had been busy with taking care of the wounded critters, but they seemed to grow larger as time passed and it came as far that Ty even got a couple of deer to take care off. The bullets were unknown to her and she could see the shots weren't made by any professionals. These people did it for fun and that made it even worse.
The air around her grew colder as her mood turned more foul. Icicles grew on Ty's large horns and she quickly shot them off. Her tracks were frozen as well as she continued to thread through the forest. The moon was high, she should be finding something soon. "Where the hell are they..." she whispered under her breath, a small cloud forming as she breathed out.
The cold evening air was disturbed by a yell and Tyronica quickly jumped up from her crouched position. She had found tracks, but this was an even better lead. Ty started running in the direction, her steps heavy on the ground. She sees a light in the distance and Ty start speeding up and sees some kind of ... man attacking the hunters. In the corner of her eyes she saw others running away, hopefully those stayed away. Ty raised her ax and she looks at the scene before her. Shot rung through the air and her green eyes went to the men who were shooting the strange floating man. Letting out a growl,she swung her ax and cut of the long barrels of the guns in a smooth sweep. The men stumbled back, one pulled a knife. Ty glared and made a quick movement with her hand and a rush of icy wind blows the men on their backs. "Leave!" she hisses at them and the two poacher get up and ran of, shivering and stumbling over their own feet.
Ty then looked at the strange man and shuddered at the sight, A floating skull, all black and slightly hovering in the air, clear 'blood' seemed to ooze from its wounds. Her green eyes fell on the poacher in his hand who was gasping for air, turning purple already. Even though it was tempting to let him die like this, she didn't support killing. "Hey!" she yelled and she tackled herself into the floating apparition, making the human fall on the ground and instantly the poacher scrambled on his feet, leaving everything behind and screaming in a broken voice as he ran off.
Ty shuddered as she quickly pushed herself off the strange creature, his whole being felt very odd and she didn't want any more contact than needed. Rapidly the faun got up and grabbed her ax. Her pose was ready for another attack. She had no clue who or what it was. It was safest to assume that it wasn't going to be happy with her actions. Her hand held tightly onto her ax. "What are you, what do you want!?" she inquired and she raised the weapon, ready to defend herself.
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Post by Grim on Apr 27, 2015 16:21:02 GMT -5
Grim didn’t pay attention even as they felt an odd presence approaching, cold in a way people rarely are. Feelings like that means magic, and magic most often means trouble, but Grim is busy. Perhaps the magic would leave, or perhaps the two shooters will keep it occupied. The abrupt interruption of gunfire and a roared command to leave quickly answers that question. Not turning their ‘head’ the slightest Grim tightened their grip around the poachers neck, better finish this quickly then, other things are demanding their attention.
Then something crashes into them, sending them all flying awkwardly sideways and downwards, the man slips between their fingers. With a muttered curse Grim turns to grab at their assailant as they hit the ground, but only fells fabric slip between their fingers and air brush against their skin as their attacker jumps back and out of reach. A hoarse scream is heard as the man gets to his feet and runs.
For a few seconds they remain in dirt, then they rise slowly while dusting of their poncho and shorts. Their toes digging into the grass for purchase, and because it has been long since they stood properly. The glowing rune glares in the direction of the one that tackled them, and is met by the most curious clash of features they’ve had the delight to behold. What an interesting creature.
Their eye falls on the axe in its hands, as it is readied for combat. The odd sensation of sharpcut resonate from the weapon. Grim growls, a sound more like a landslide or rolling thunder than an actual growl. That is a weapon that could actually hurt them, unlike the poachers’ noisy guns. Better watch out for this thing then. It is almost burning cold with fury, for some reason its presence bleeds in perfectly with the ambient feelings of the forests. Magic magic magic.
“The name’s Grim” they respond, feigning cheerfulness, “and you just robbed us of what we want… you quite surprised us there!”
They are not used to people interfering with their things, they are usually so good at picking the right places and people. It is one of the few things left over from before, enhanced rather than weakened.
Grim’s feet slip off the ground as they return to their levitating state, crossing their legs and sitting in nothing. They lace their fingers together in their lap, a nice neutral pose despite the less than neutral situation. The skull above their neck flickers from hyena to wolf, a clear representation of their agitation.
With a quiet sigh Grim lets their senses roam over the creature, trying to get a better feel on their emotions. Anger and alertness are forefront, along with irritation and something akin to confusion. Hmmm… anger at them, or the poachers? If Grim could narrow their eyes they would, instead the rune flickers.
A bit of both it seems, and they spared the poachers despite it, saved one of them. How very peculiar. Grim retreats out of the stranger's presence, clearing their throat.
“We don’t like people taking our stuff”, they state as the eye rune flares menacingly, but Grim is no fighter, and most of this is for intimidation and play. Trickery and lies is usually how they handle dire situations, they are not made for combat of any kind, especially not when their opponent is clearly nothing human and carries a weapon clearly made of iron. Grim has half a mind to just cloak, grab the buck and get the fuck out of there. But they are too curious, who is the stranger and why do they feel like freezing and fire?
“Perhaps we will take yours instead?” they muse, “yours would certainly be one of a kind!”
Then again, it is easier to collect when the target is dead. Actively killing is so exhausting... and chances for the magic creature to suddenly drop dead are abyssal at best.
“Or maybe you can help get back what you took away!” Grim claps their hands together, the sound echoing harshly.
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Post by TyTheHermit on Apr 27, 2015 16:55:59 GMT -5
In mild horror Ty watched as the odd ‘man’ rose up from the dirt and dusted himself off. A glowing rune of an eye was positioned on top of the skull and it didn’t look pleased with her. She let out a breath, a small cloud of fog escaping her lips and she made herself ready for a confrontation. She didn’t know what he was, but he almost killed someone, even if that someone was a hunter. The faun couldn’t help but pull a face, her features twisting into a look of disgust. She had saved a poacher, but she never killed any of them, even if she hated them with a passion.
Ty shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the eye and she cocked her head to the side as the strange rune looked almost content. Narrowing her green eyes she kept glaring at the strange ‘man’ her axe showing marks of frost on the iron blade. She jumped when it growled and her eyes continued to have contact with the strange rune. It glared at her ax and Ty looked back up and twisted the weapon in her palm, seeing the eye follow it. He doesn’t like it.. Well it wasn't as if she was going to put it away now!
A voice appeared out of nowhere and Ty looked around, trying to place the voice. Her eyes fell on the skull again, which had changed to a wolf and she glared at it. Why a wolf? And did it talk about itself in plural? Were there more of them?! Ty looked around, trying to spot more. But it seemed as if they were alone. “My name is Ty..” she slowly said, blinking at the flickering rune. What were they doing? Were they checking her? When Grim talked again Ty couldn’t help but scoff “You mean to say that the poacher is yours?” she asked, snorting a bit at the remark.
Tyronica looked straight into the rune, her eyes slightly visible from underneath the hood. “I do not agree with you killing them, or anything in particular” she continued, unaffected by the menacing glare. In her stomach she could still feel a bit of dread being formed, but she shook it off. “And I am in no way planning on giving you anything of mine!” she hissed and raised the ax again. “Why would I even help you?” she said with a glare. What was this Grim fellow even on about. What was he going to take? Why would Ty even help them? He was going to kill the poacher, but he did scare the others away.. She had to thank him for that, as a group of 5 would have been too much for her to handle alone. “Though perhaps I do owe you a thanks, for scaring away those poachers..” she finally remarked and stuck out her hand to shake Grim’s
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Post by Grim on Apr 28, 2015 17:31:16 GMT -5
((I hope the order of things makes sense!))
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Confusion flickers across the creatures presence, now what was it said it was names.. Ty? Grim honestly wasn’t paying much attention to the words, emotions were easier to read anyway. Also, they tend to be more honest.
“Of course it was ours”, they declare with a wide arm gesture, “they were being so very slow, and very rude~! SO, We decided to add them to the collection!”.
The rune blazes vividly with each peak of their voice.
“Dead, living…” their voice has returns to normal, taking on an almost monotone pitch, “it doesn’t really matter in the end. We will have them one way or another. These ones however, they belong to us now.”
The wolf skull nods slightly along to Ty's words, the rune dying down to a soft glow as they relax. The axe wielder not approving of killing can be used to their advantage though, at least then it... she will be reluctant to bury that pesky axe in their flesh cursed flesh. The harsh call of a crow sounds from the trees, and briefly Grim’s vision flickers between two points, it is one of theirs then. The crow swoops down low across their heads (or lack thereof) and disappears after the poachers with another coarse greeting. Grim waves at it as it passes, thanking it silently. That will make it easier to collect their things.
Grim is very particular about what they perceive as theirs, and once something is considered their property they will secure it, one way or another. They detest when others do not respect belongings, with passion deep enough make their blood boil. Speaking of blood, Grim silently begins to dig out bullets. Their eye almost fades, displeased with the amount of ammo they have to wedge out. Blood has almost stopped pooling from the wounds now, thick ink black splotches dotting their clothes.
When Ty stretches out their hand Grim looks at the in confusion at first, then they clasp it in both of their clawed ones, one gripping Ty’s hand tight, the other placed atop them both. Grim gives Ty’s hand a firm shake, and lets go after a moment that could probably be described as ‘too long’. Grim is not that great at the whole, socially acceptable business. Besides, shaking hands is dangerous business.
“Oh, but you will be ours” Grim mutters darkly at Ty, “perhaps not now, but someday. We do like the unique ones. We mean to be around for you all.”
“You will help”, Grim hums again, this time sounding like an angry nest of wasps.
After this ominous proclamation Grim slowly flies to the dead buck, careful not to turn their back on Ty or let their awareness slip. Luckily the magic is hard to ignore. When Grim rakes their fingers through the dead animals fur they can still feel the fading tingle of light. It is a young one, boring.
“YES!” again Grim's voice booms at Ty across the dark, “you owe us indeed! We want the thing back, the one you saved. It bones would fit nicely with the collection!”
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Post by TyTheHermit on Apr 29, 2015 21:21:01 GMT -5
Tyronica couldn't help but grow more confused as Grim kept talking. What were they on about?! Why did he claim the hunter? and for what? she wondered and her eyes roamed over Grim's figure and frowns. What were they anyway. He kept on rambling about a collection and she then looked at the dead animals behind her and she could see the rune on top of the black skull flash as it looked at them and she frowned. "What is this collection you are on about?" she demanded, her voice carrying a hint of angry confusion.
This guy seemed to talk more in riddles and even though Ty like a nice mystery, she wasn't in the mood to play games with Grim, especially as she wouldn't trust this guy even if they offered her straight up gold. A loud "caw!" broke Ty from her thoughts and she ducked as a large crow swooped over her head and she gave an irritated hum, her eyes going to grim who seemed to happily wave at it. What the hell was with this guy?
As Grim started to take out the bullets, Ty could feel her stomach flip and clench at the sight. The floating apparition seemed to be fine, but the sounds and seeing the black liquid ooze out of the wounds wasn't precisely nice for the eye. She almost felt a tinge of worry for the other. No one was immortal and even though it seemed Grim was fine.. the amount of bullets he dug out of skin was impressive. "Are yo---" she cut herself off and instead she looked around, checking if they were alone. She rather not have any members of the cult around. It would be messy if they would join, they had a tendency to bring chaos. That was one of the main reasons Ty stayed home, inside her room, not being bothered by anyone.
When Grim took her hand Tyronica couldn't help but suppress a shudder. His hands felt as cold as the water of the lake that is close by. A feeling of dread pricked through her skin as he clasped his other hand ontop of hers and out of instinct she shot a small bit of cold through her hand. Her breath appeared in a small cloud again when the magic coursed through her and it seemed as if he was holding on for ages. His touch made the hairs in her neck raise up and she shuddered when he finally let go. Ty couldn't help but check her hand for any signs of change and then looked up, eyeing Grim with even more suspicion.
Her green eyes widened and she took a tighter grip of her ax and raised it. "You will get nothing from me!" she snapped, her eyes glowing slightly and the cold fire from her horns flared up a bit brighter. "And I might owe you one, but you aren't getting anything more from me than a simple favor" she growled. What the hell was with this guy, he seemed so persistent on getting something from her. What did they even want!?
Moving to the side, letting Grim close to the deer she raised a brow as he stroked the dead animal. The poor thing was young when it died, too young and other spark of anger flared up towards the hunters. Jumping a bit as Grim's voice booms through the woods she stares at him and then groans. "Why do you even ca--" she was cut off and suddenly the realization settles in with what Grim said. The bones, he wanted the bones?! He wanted HER bones?! Looking in pure shock at Grim she simply let her own eyes meet with the rune on top of the black wolf skull. "You..You want me to get his bones for you?" she slowly asked, not being fully able to process what was going on or maybe, not really wanting to know why he wants the bones..
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Post by Grim on May 1, 2015 13:58:41 GMT -5
Grim patted the buck one final time before turning back to Ty, tapping the end of their neck thoughtfully as they looked her over, their equivalent of tapping their chin. The chance of them successfully convincing her to help them track down and remove the poacher’s bone from their bodies is slim. This one seemed to have a set of morals, pesky things take time to get rid off, longer than they have to convince Ty.
Perhaps it is time to change tactic? It is not like they were on a tight schedule concerning the bones, those things tended to remain, and perhaps there were other things to do. Ty did owe them, but it depended on how valuable they considered scaring off the poachers.
“Well the bones are the most interesting part of the human, excepting the mind of course, but we can’t have that without permission” Grim explains, “such boring restrictions...”
The beautiful glare of shock flashes across Ty’s emotions, Grim knows that one well too. Mostly from when a bet goes south for one of their ‘friends’, well exactly, at those times betrayal is vivid too. Humans are funny like that, trusting spirits and demons. Never learn do they? Perhaps this one isn't so different...
“It is quite ironic right?” Grim suddenly begins to elaborate, “that the humans come here hunting for flesh and trophies, always so concerned with what they can take! But they are so scared of death, rarely ever keeping the best part!”
Excitement causes Grim to twirl in the air slightly, it is nice talking to new people sometimes, they always react in various interesting ways to their presence. Besides, hanging around the cult gets boring after a while. Most of the time strangers are scared of them though, that one is a bitch to overcome. The ‘supernatural’ tends to have a more relaxed approach to them, but that is mostly when Grim is not wearing a head. Perhaps that would help? They do need to get on Ty’s good side somehow, maybe later if the axe gets put away. Grim won’t sheathe their teeth just yet.
“Don’t worry about what we want from you” Grim dismisses suddenly. Sure they still want the Ty’s bones, not getting an axe in the torso for mentioning them though… and they could always collect the poachers later now that the birds have been notified. Those stupid young men will be theirs, but perhaps there is more interesting fun to be had first. Why should they restrict themselves to just tracking them down and taking their things?
“You know they will be back right?” Grim purrs, “nothing like ghost stories and monsters to make the humans brain tickle. Maybe next time they will bring friends…”
Sometimes Grim misses the expressiveness of a face, it is hard to convey exact emotions with just the body. Grim wishes they had lips to curl, eyes to narrow and teeth to bare. Well, they do have the last one, but a permanent skeleton grin is not exactly what they have in mind.
Grim begins to clean their claws, “we could find them though, teach them a lesson they won’t soon forget. They deserve a little dread at least, enough to leave their minds dripping with nightmares for years to come!”
“Besides you do owe us, and we might not be a demon but handshakes are not trivial things to go handing out!”
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 4, 2015 13:27:17 GMT -5
(sorry for taking so long ;u; )
He collected bones, why did he collect bones? What was his motive, everybody should have a motive right? Ty’s mind was racing with questions, confusion, fear and anger. She averted her eyes for a moment to close them and take a deep breath and let her thoughts be sorted out. “Why are you so interested in their bones, or better said just bones in general?” she finally asked, keeping her eyes down until they snapped up “What are they to you?”
Wait did they just say they could also enter minds? But they needed permission to do so… Why did it sound so familiar? Tyronica was wrecking her brain to come up with the right term for Grim, but she made sure not to leave her eyes from them. Needing permission to enter a mind, collecting bones, crows hanging out around him. He would almost seem like the Grim Reaper himself and she inwardly snorted at the idea, how fitting. “How can I not worry about what you want from me? You don’t seem to be the most trustworthy... person I can meet in the middle of the night in the woods” she said with a sarcastic tongue.
Tyronica stiffened at the sudden remark of them coming back and she clenched her jaw, the flames around her horns turning colder. “They wouldn’t..” she said softly and she looks at Grim again, her green eyes meeting with the rune on top of the skull. “They wouldn’t dare to return!” she snapped again, feeling herself grow angry at the idea and the mocking tone Grim was giving her. “I would make sure they won’t return” She snapped and her eyes narrowed. “Why would you help me…” the Satyr started and suddenly everything made sense. All the lines suddenly connected and she cursed in her head. A demon. Collecting bones, the lack of head, the hate for her ax, and the asking for permission. It all made sense and she had shaken his hand as she told him she owed him on.
“God I am an idiot” she said softly and she continued to glare at them.
Grim only seemed to enjoy all of this, her struggle, and he had known all along, read her out like a book. But she wouldn’t allow him to kill those men and Ty’s mind suddenly snapped to the birds that flew past, familiars? “Those birds.. They are after those men aren’t they…?” she slowly asked, her face hidden underneath her hood. God she wished she could just burry her ax in his body and be done with it, but she had no clue how to kill a demon like Grim, and they seemed to know a bit more about all of this than she does. “How do I relieve myself of the debt I have with you, without killing anyone… Directly or indirectly..” she quickly added and the flames flared up dangerously. The ground around her hooves had already frozen up and the spot around her was growing. She was angry, not just at the demon in front of her, but mainly at herself for being as dumb as to shake his hand.
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Post by Grim on May 5, 2015 13:05:39 GMT -5
Yes, what exactly was bones to them? Honestly Grim wasn’t entirely sure. They knew that bones were important, and that they should get their claws on as many as possible, but why? Honestly trying to remember felt a bit like sticking your hands in a sewer, incredibly gross, kinda sticky and excruciatingly painful. Grim decided it was not all that important anyway.
“We haven’t the faintest”, they answer in complete honesty and in a very deadpan tone.
Tsk, Grim was totally the most trustworthy person one could meet in the middle of the night. Trust them to rip out your pelvis and use it as a hat… but perhaps that was not the most intelligent thing to say right now, with the decidedly angryworried chill that had nothing to with the night.
Apparently mentioning the poachers might be back was not that great an idea? Grim was just trying to be honest, way easier than lying! Human stupidity never ceases to amaze them, so of course they would stumble their way back… most likely intoxicated if Grim had learned anything about humans from observing them.
The increasing sense of cold worries Grim a tad bit, maybe they are not as good as this whole sweet talking thing as they like to believe. Who are they kidding, Grim is way better at making people think they are worse than they actually are, not better. The burning chill was a rather pretty thing though, like rime spreading through the air.
Grim was half a mind to touch it, but that would mean reaching into Ty’s Presence and most sentient creatures considered it part of of their ‘personal space’, like they owned it, silly. The only thing they own is the part that is lodged inside their skull, the rest is just… ripples.
They let Ty talk without interrupting, half listening to what she is saying, but more enthralled with the frost flowers. Very nice, if Grim was a clairvoyant they might say Ty had a nice aura. But alas, they are just a simple spirit-creature-thing, and auras aren't the right term. Frankly most people claiming to sense auras are normally incredibly weak on the whole awareness front, can't even sense Grim while cloaked.
They snapped their awareness back to the present just as Ty came to a conclusion.
“Not gonna disagree with that one”, they answers smugly, because apparently they only have so much self control.
And uh-oh, that was some lethal intent there wasn’t it. Did Grim finally provoke her too much, maybe they should step away slightly, out of the axes reach so they had more time to 'run'. The last time Grim had encounter with iron it had not ended well. Trying very hard to be subtle Grim floated a bit further away. Ty continued talking and some of Grim’s worry died away, not getting axed right now then, great! There was still the rest of the night for that though, because Grim has no intention of letting her off easy.
“Yeah”, Grim agrees, “the crow and us have a mutually beneficial relationship. Don’t talk with the ravens though, those guys are jackasses. All about warning and omens, such arrogant little-”
They suddenly stopped, now was not the right time to rant about the ravens and their idiotic tendency to warn people about bad things. And perhaps they were also giving away a little too much information… no self control at all.
“Don’t worry dear Ty~”, they say cheerfully, “there are plenty of ways to have fun without killing anyone! NOW LETS GO MAKE SOME IDIOTS PISS THEMSELVES!”
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 5, 2015 14:07:01 GMT -5
Ty continued to listen to Grim’s rambling and she felt a headache coming up. This was just an enormous mess she managed to get herself into. Somehow she managed to get herself stuck in a deal with a demon. Who seemed to never shut his trap, unless it’s for his own gain.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, underneath her hood Ty let out a loud groan. How did she even end up like this? She normally would be more careful but this guy ticked her off in so many ways, it frustrated her beyond believe. Her gaze turned as cold as she was when Grim agreed with her exclamation of her mistake. Her hand was itching to just swing her axe into their chest. Who would know? Sure this guy seems to be associated with the cult, but she somehow understood why she never really saw this guy around.
The Satyr removed her eyes from the floating demon in front of her and she decided to take a look at the buck behind her and at the items the hunters left behind. She decided to ignore the other for now and collect the things she could use. Behind her she still heard Grim talking and inwardly she groaned and zoned out, ignoring the prattling about ravens and the like.
Gloved hands rummaged through the multiple bags, Ty managed to find some bullets and shells she didn’t know yet and she collected them for her collection at her home, she trained herself to recognize the different types of bullets and guns poachers used. Ty hummed when she found some food, leaving the meat behind she simply took the cheese and some cans of beans and stuffed them in one of the other bags that was empty. A knife caught her eye and she whistled and took it out of the protective case and checked it. “Woah.. these guys sure brought a lot of dangerous things with them” she mused out loud and ran a gloved finger over the edge and hissed as it went through fabric and skin and blood welled up. “Sharp too..”
Taking the knife she also stuffed it in the bag and stood up, licking the wound and looked back at Grim who now just seemed interested in her actions.
Tyronica couldn’t help but jump a bit when Grim’s voice boomed again and she shot the other a glare. “First we are going to bury the deer, THEN we can go after the poachers, no maiming or killing them!” she snapped back. She couldn’t wait to be done with this guy, it had been a mistake to interfere…She grew more silent and her mouth became a thin line, that wouldn’t be like her, she couldn’t just let those hunters die, even if they were killing the wildlife.
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Post by Grim on May 5, 2015 15:10:08 GMT -5
((On a roll!))
Grim watches in interest as Ty goes through their stuff, offering them quite the impressive glare before doing so. Grim has been on the receiving ends of a lot of those, they’ve become are rather skilled judge. Five points to Ty!
Oh, seems they are being ignored. Rude.
When the knife nicks through Ty's glove and skin Grim makes and intrigued humming sound, blood and cuts looks odd to Grim. At least they don’t look like what people with actual eyes perceive. For a few short seconds they can actually see life, the essences that makes a person. It is the closest thing they get to an appetizing ‘smell’, not that they can actually smell the blood. Blood is pretty gross, salt and iron, yuck. It is a wonder Grim even tolerates flesh on people at all… maybe that's why bones are important? Nah, it is just a bonus.
Grim quickly checks the knife, they could do with less weapons able to hurt them. Luckily the knife is modern wicked looking things, steel blade all the way. Not a problem then, except apparently for Ty.
“You might wanna watch it”, Grim crosses their arms, “won't do if you bleed all over the place.”
Blood is really gross. There is reason why they like making others gut and skin their prices, besides the obvious amusement they get from watching. But it is not like Ty is gonna be all the entertaining dead...
“You do know burial is the worst way to get to important stuff right?” Grim sighs, “We mean, you could at least let us have this one, already dead and anything! It is not like it cares anymore!”
Burial really is the worst, takes for ever and sometimes you can’t even find all the pieces… wait a minute. Oh never mind that, it would go over terribly, especially with the increasing irritation and animosity directed towards them.
Grim checks the deer again, curious about how deeply dead it is. Lots of people think death is brutally instant, but the soul and its residue likes to stick around. Before it is slowly drawn out and absorbed back into the world, or by whatever being happens to devour it. Not the faintest sliver of consciousness left on this one now though, the essence that made it alive already long gone and out of their reach. It was probably a good thing, resurrecting deer was really weird, even by their standards.
“What would you even do with a zombie deer?” they mutter questioningly, staring intently at the deer. They don’t really expect Ty to answer on this one, not if their trend of ignoring their words persists. Funny how quickly you can go from being vaguely scared of something to utterly done. It is all the axe’s fault, Grim is really beginning to dislike that thing immensely.
Grim looks at the still hissing campfire, it has died down a little, choked by the angry cold. Well, at least Ty didn’t want to cremate the thing, then the bones would be truly useless. Cooked bones are just the worst, a broken reminder of what they could have been. Tragic.
At the mention of the poachers Grim reaches out for the crows, and a brief picture flashes across their mind. It is odd how they feel almost blind seeing through actual eyes instead of sensing. Normal vision is very limited and boring, but that was not the important part.
“They are still running” Grim informs Ty, in a more serious tone, “all in vaguely the same direction too. Though that one you took form us is horribly lost.”
Grim chuckles at that. Run you little bastard, we will have you yet.
“They might have a vehicle parked somewhere in the more visited part of the woods, and then they will be more difficult to catch”.
Honestly, it would be way easier just going after them now. They already have a huge lead, and despite all the demon resemblance Grim can’t transverse. Not to locations that doesn’t have a door, and doors placed on living creatures is the worst idea Grim has ever heard, or the most potentially amusing.
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Post by TyTheHermit on May 10, 2015 14:14:57 GMT -5
Irritation and anger were merging within the Satyr. Ty made sure to store the items away in her satchel and she looked at the demon floating in front of her. The cold around her spiked lower again. Ty made sure to close her eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. She couldn’t let her temperature get too low, it been a long time since she entered the state where she had no limit. But there was no way in hell that this guy was going to lure that reaction out of her.
Carefully she started to calm down again, making sure her body wouldn’t turn too cold. Her breathing got calmer and after a bit of silence from her side she opened her eyes and noticed grim still hadn’t shut his skull.
After letting out a long sigh she started to rummage through some of the bags again, to find something she could use. With a small and pleased hum she pulled out a military issue shovel. Carefully she unfolded the piece of equipment and she looked it over. “Let’s just give the thing a proper burial, so we can be on our way” she said and raised a brow at Grim. “Why are you so obsessed with the bones of a deer? I mean you seem like the type that floats around in the woods and finds plenty of bones…” Ty carefully brought in
With a huff she turned to Grim who was just happily floating about “You aren’t getting anything, while I am here!” she said, pointing her finger towards Grim. Green eyes met with the rune on top of the skull and Ty simply sniffed. She really wanted to be done with this deal, next time she was going to be more careful with strangers in the woods. She almost wanted smack herself for thinking that sentence, as it was obvious how bad it sounded.
“We can leave the others, they aren’t going to return” Ty said as she stopped the shovel in the ground and started to dig a hole for the deer, it was going to take a while and if she wanted to get rid of the debt she had with Grim, it would be better to just let the deer be for now and return later. But she refused to give the demon the satisfaction of being right. “The one that is lost, we’ll go after him. But like I said before, no killing or maiming..” she said and she gave grim a meaningful look.
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Post by Grim on May 15, 2015 5:56:39 GMT -5
Grim is actually a tad bit surprised when they begin to notice the cold physically, of course they can feel things, it it is only the head they lack not the whole body. However sensations normally important to humans are muted and garish, they far prefer their Awareness over any ‘proper’ sense. Speaking of that, the ice flowers are gaining a distinctively spiky look. If Grim had the skin to accompany the skull their ears would lie flat, lips pulled into a worried smile.
And for a good long while the pseudo-spirit merely watches as Ty breathes deeply, the sense of anticipation bleeding away. Somewhere deep in their fractured soul they are disappointed, a question unanswered. One thing at a time they think tersely to themselves.
“A proper burial?” Grim scoffs, “what, do you want rites with that? Because in that case we know just the non-person! Good at removing flesh from bone too...”
Grim speculatively brings a hand to scratch the edge of the neck wound, true that deer were perhaps the most common dead thing around here. They are not even some of Grim’s favourite dead things. But like a true demon Grim’s possesses an insatiable appetite to own, true greed. No matter how many bones they have in their possession it would never truly be enough. There are worse thing to covet.
“Of course we find bones here” Grim growls, their turn to feel the pricks of irritation with the other, “why else would we be here? But we followed these ones for days, and after such a long job we are damned well entitled to our pay.”
Honestly.
“What, do you want to be somewhere else?” Grim chimes, “at this point it would be easier just to collect if you went away… but nowhere near as fun”.
Grim knows this was not a smart thing to say, because despite their actions and words they sprout they are anything but stupid… but their sense of self-preservation only lasts so long, which is few seconds at best. Their thorny personality, that one is a constant, and they are becoming impatient. The dreadful feeling of the world moving too slow has a tendency to make Grim more spiteful than usual.
“Our dear Ty, there is something you don’t seem to understand about the humans, and since we sincerely doubt you ever were one, we claim more expertise on the subject”, Grim hisses darkly, “there will always be more. It might not be these idiots, but others will come. It is in their nature to feel entitled, and because their lives are so short they abandon responsibility, hoping for some cosmic entity clean up after them.”
Grim is not that different, but is is not like they claim to be.
“By this rate they will have reached extinction before space-travel! It is great!”
Because as much as Grim hates humans from the shattered centre of their soul, they also finds the chaos they spread unprompted delightful. And instinctively Grim knows that chaos is good, well not exactly good, Grim refuses to believe in such archaic terms as ‘good’ and ‘evil’. It is merely the way everything should be, in a constant unpredictable state of destruction and creation.
“Very well then, we suppose it will have to do”, Grim’s powers over a deal depends much on how the person views their own part, because the easiest deals are an equal exchange, not necessarily in material way, but in importance. Amusingly there are a lot of humans willing to sell their soul for things that can never truely compare splendor of their very being, but Grim is not going to complain. Whoever made them think that a soul is the standard payment for a deal deserves an award.
Also despite what they like others to believe, their deals are only binding on their part. They suspect it would be different if they were an actual demon.
Grim extends an arm in front of them, clawed finger pointing resolutely to between two larger pines. “He is in that direction.”
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Post by TyTheHermit on Jul 11, 2015 8:44:08 GMT -5
Crawls in with shame I am so sorry for taking so damn long, I suck. I hope you are still up for it! So here ya have it!
The Satyr had looked up with a rather confused expression at the mention of rites and removing flesh from bones. The idea of Grim knowing someone who would be qualified for such actions was strange idea. Especially as the first thing that pops in Ty’s head at the mention of rites was a priest. Why would a pseudo-demon like the other know a priest. The brunette simply shook off the idea and continued to dig. The whole idea of religion was strange one to the Satyr. She understood why humans would take heed in such a thing, selfish beings that would pray of some sort of salvation of their pitiful lives. A disgusted expression placed itself on her face as she continued to dig a bit faster with more vigor.
Ty had to admit she was taken aback by the sudden outburst of irritation from the demon, but she wouldn’t let herself be blown away. A cold expression slipped onto her face and she slammed the shovel into the ground and she stepped closer, the cold once again growing around her and a crack appeared in her horn. “I honestly do not care for your little collection” she replied slowly and green eyes started to glow underneath the hood and her breath showed up again. “I have better things to do than to get indebted to a demon who is obsessed with bones and dead things” she snapped and her hands were shaking slightly as she did her best to contain her irritation and anger. It had been one hell of a night and she was not in the mood for any backtalk from a childish demon who acted like a child who’s toy got taken away.
“I am glad you enjoy yourself. At least one of us is” she huffed and she looked at the deer and her gaze softened slightly. She had wanted to bury the animal. But with the demon impatiently panting in her neck she decided to let it be and thus she grabbed her axe, instead of the shovel and pointed her attention to grim again. They didn’t show any expression, not that a skull could be expressive, but at least their voice was. Though as soon as the mocking tone returned Ty gave a growl and she looked over her shoulder and another crack appeared in her horn and she stomped towards the demon and she grabbed him by the front of his robes.
“Do not mention those creatures to me again." she spat "I will make sure they will never set a foot in these woods. I don’t care if they return. I don’t care if they bring weapons. I will make sure they will regret the very moment they decided to hurt the woods and its inhabitants” she growled lowly, ice forming where she held Grim’s cloak. “The moment those bastards go extinct will be the moment my spirit will be at peace” she said and then pushed the demon away from her and she sniffed quickly and held her breath and slowly let it escape.
The air around Ty was still frigid as she looked in the direction that grim pointed at and she looked at them. “Well then, I suppose we better get going” she said, her voice emotionless and her stare still filled with anger. With a swift movement she had her back pointed at the demon and she started march. “Don’t even think of touching the deer. We’ll take care of our little ‘problem’ first, then you can have the deer” the Faun bristled and pointed her axe at Grim. “Now come along, surely you will be able to find the human faster than me. I can track, but if you are able to follow a deer for that long, surely a human can’t be too difficult” she said and looked at Grim, before moving her head in a manner of ‘come along’. This night was getting worse by the minute, screw finishing her rounds. After this she was going home and sleep it all off.
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