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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 5, 2015 13:08:29 GMT -5
The Reverend had stumbled upon this unique flock purely by chance ― now and then everyone needed a little time to free their minds of any surplus, and a long walk out in the woods had seemed to be a great way to achieve just that. He hadn't meant to get distracted by the presence of some ... odd creatures, to say the least. The demon had stumbled upon their track [ a scent barely in the air, more tasted than anything ] and decided to inquire, and that was how he had ended up amidst a gathering of the most peculiar of sorts.
At first he had mistaken the shepherd for just another one of the creatures, and not paid any attention to him. Instead he focused his attention on approaching a young griffin, who seemed to be busy hissing and clicking at the demon ― rightfully so. He had intended to draw this out a little, see how close he could get, when someone suddenly raised their voice against him. It wasn't that difficult to figure out the other was blind, after all he was looking at a spot about a metre to his left!
More for the sake of amusement than anything, he decided to make a little game out of this ― After all, it's not like he had anything better to do? And so it was with steps as silent as he could, that the priest halfway circled the other, voice a low purr: "Why, a fellow shepherd on his merry way, of course!" He declared, a few more steps taken. He was close now, behind him, practically hissing into his counterpart's ear: "Question is, who are you?"And just like that he was out of reach again, lips twisted into a toothy grin all fangs-and-glee.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 6, 2015 5:36:24 GMT -5
Oh, this was just too easy! A delight how well the other responded to such small of a provocation, and it drew an amused chuckle from him. The growling and hissing from the creatures was a bit irritating, but the Reverend could handle that; carefully he sidestepped out of their way, and most of them kept their distance anyhow.
It was for a moment that one of the hounds had managed to distract him, had gotten just a tad too close for the demon's liking ― And so the hound's growling was promptly met with an animalistic snarl of his own and a clacking of fangs, actually menacing enough to have the creature back off again. The others were still threatening him, much to his dismay.
"Jinx Jinx Jinx..." The priest echoed eventually [part of his attention focused on the creatures], and absently he let two talons run over the other's back as he passed him, a neat line drawn from shoulder to shoulder. "Isn't that the name of a children's game?"
In the end he lalled: "I already told you who I am." way-too cheerful in the way he practically sang the words; "The Shepherd of the lost, am I not? The voice of The Lord, if you please ― But you can call me Reverend just as well."
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 7, 2015 11:16:38 GMT -5
The Reverend was surprised to see how a simple growl [ one not even aimed at Jinx, nevertheless ] gave him such a scare, and that to a point where he contemplated drawing this out in little bit of a different way. He discarded the thought for now, but nonetheless kept it in mind ― Just in case.
"Cipher?" He then echoed in response, " ―Hah, what's that petty dabbler in the face of The Lord?" The words were spat with great disdain, nose turned up at the thought of it. "Do you kiss your mother with that blasphemous mouth of yours?"
But he didn't dwell; and instead he was staying in front of the other now; having ceased his circling, one shoulder brushing against the staff. After a brief moment the demon clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, head slightly angled to match the drawl of his voice: "You know, I could help you with your little ... handicap there." A single claw placed right between the other's eyes now, "For a price, that is." And at the word 'price' he trailed the claw down to a point just below his chest, right where the soul resides. He didn't scratch this time, the nail merely ghosting over skin without much pressure, safe for a small nip at Jinx' throat.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 10, 2015 8:44:36 GMT -5
"That's tempting you, isn't it?" The demon spoke, "Say, when did you lose your light ― Do you still remember what the sky looks like? The way nature springs and sprouts after heavy rain, or the painted gold of the sun?" His voice a low rumble now, perfect an imitation of a daydreaming artist painting a picture with words. Fake, of course, but you would have to hold it up against the light to see the underlying indifference, or realise that he couldn't exactly see colours either.
"Or..." He eventually added, a pause for effect, "Were you born with a fault?"
Rev then clicked his tongue once again, in response to the question, seemingly left in thought. "A price, a price, a price..." He mumbled, despite already having made up his mind long ago, again a mere point for show. "Ah, of course! How about this, you get... twelve, no, let's say thirteen ― You get thirteen years of your precious eyesight, and then, ah, we'll see what happens then." At the end of the sentence he had twisted his hand around to have the palm face upwards, claw now harshly digging into skin.
"What do you say?"
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 12, 2015 11:19:58 GMT -5
"Very well. Your choice, your loss." The priest said idly, half a shrug at the words, and this time he didn't move from his spot when the other backed off. "The offer stands, if you ever get... desperate. Thirteen years are a long time, kid, longer than many a soul gets either way."
But granted, that boy was more clever than he seemed at first impression ― albeit a tad off with the prediction. Jinx could be glad if it was just his life that he would have lost with such a deal, stakes raised higher than petty mortality. Inevitable death, of course, but that would just be an inconvenient side-effect the demon couldn't care less for; far more interested in the harvesting of a soul.
"Suit yourself, and for Pete's sake, put that silly thing down, will you?" He added after a moment, the still-raised staff lightly nudged to the side. "What are you gonna do with it anyway? Hit me up the head?"
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 22, 2015 8:36:39 GMT -5
Jinx’ words, or the tone of such to be more accurate, caused him to raise a brow in question, quite enjoying how offended the creature seemed to be. “Oh, given, but you do not need to stick it right in my face.” There was a slight pause before he added; “ ―And silly it very well is.” Although the demon's pronunciation turned out to be more of a 'Ssil-ly’ than anything, the hiss deliberately rolling off his forked tongue.
He would surely keep Jinx in mind, Rev told himself, maybe seek him out again in a couple weeks and ask a little more ... persuasively. A soul is a soul, after all, and this one seemed to have quite some leverage.
Maybe if he poked out those blind eyes, or deprived him of another sense of choice? Cutting out that snappy tongue might just do the trick, too.“You know, you could have had anything you wanted―
―Not just petty eyesight.”
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Post by Reverend Mateus on Jun 5, 2015 6:36:03 GMT -5
“Now aren’t you just a humble little thing…” The priest mumbled, barely audible, and if he were to be honest he was quite miffed about this development. But, ah well, he was patient if anything. He could wait.
The other's words he merely regarded with a light shrug, “Pure happenstance.” He said, rather bored in tone, briefly looking around the gathering for something to catch his attention, for this was getting quite dull. “Your little … 'family' here can hardly be overheard. Or oversmelled for the matter, really." He had continued after a moment's pause, nose scrunched up at those words, actually not telling a lie there; not that he ever lied in the first place. The Reverend had merely been out on his merry way, no offense taken ; no harm done, hadn’t exactly meant to encounter anyone for once. "The woods aren’t as big as they seem, after all.”
From what the demon could tell, the creatures seemed to have calmed down together with their shepherd, and in lack of anything else to do he dared to approach one of the hellhounds. The one he had scared earlier, judging by the way it acted. "Haven't seen those quite some years — how did you get your hands on a hellbreed?"
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