Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 18, 2013 0:48:02 GMT -6
The winter winds blew flakes of snow all about. A brisk north wind licked against Drethiel's frigid skin as he made his way through the darkness. The night came quick, and clouds hung above him preventing any view of the star speckled sky. His white cloak fluttered around him, and his boots brushed through the thin blanket of snow that covered the ground. As the angel distanced himself from the church, he felt more at peace, ironic as it was. He had hidden his wings and distinct facial markings, but he couldn’t tone down his eyes. They stayed a stark bright blue that shot icy glances at all who approached him. He outstretched his arms to the side of him, feeling the flecks of snow dot his hands. How wonderful it felt to be in his element once again. He had arrived in Wildgard at the best time. He inhaled deeply and let the air chill his core.
The limp in his stride was fading – his powers allowed him to regenerate and heal fairly quickly. Soon enough he would feel brand new, and likewise, have a new identity. There was no way in hell that he would be known as Drethiel around here. But an alias could come later, even on the spot. No one here was to know he was an angel, and a troublesome one at that. Should anyone sense his presence as one, he would do what he could to keep them quiet. Drethiel had no real home, and wandered from place to place, settling and unsettling himself. He stayed sometimes for years, sometimes for days. He played the role of a fairly regular human until one of his precious sins were found and latched on to. Right now he was in one of those time-killing periods. Which reminded him… he no longer held possession of greed. The memory made him sigh, and it returned a melancholy look to his face.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 18, 2013 1:12:56 GMT -6
Yellow eyes like a nightowl staring into an open flame cut through the blizzard and fixed upon Drethriel.
'The Calling' That was the name she gave the irresistible urge to hunt down that feeling. It needed a Broader name though... It wasn't simply 'Evil' anymore. Ever since she came down from the Heavens, It's been changing, warping into something more. She felt the tug of Pain from living things, Mentally, Spiritually, Emotionally. The Lost that needed Guidance both Dead and Alive drew her. All forms of Malcontent and Malicious intentions big or small. She was so in-tune...
It drove her mad.
Like a homing beacon, she was drawn to the Basilica. Soon after having met and 'dealt with' Destael outside the Tavern. Valourie felt her essence call to her from within the church. 'I told her not to go there, not to run to Thistle...' The Valkyrie sighed, 'I also told her it was Destaels decision to make, and that she would make the right choice...' And now, she shivered, in the Blink of an eye a streak of flame red shot by Drethriel, she darted past him at full speed, curling her wings with the force, she looped above him and came crashing down upon him, landing her legs on his torso she rode him to the ground. Standing upon his body she glared down at him. Wings opened to the Sky, blood red cloak dancing in the frigid wind behind her. 'It's too bad.' She thought, Staring at the Menace beneath her. 'Disgraceful...'
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 18, 2013 1:41:38 GMT -6
Drethiel slowed his pace. He felt a numbing sensation tingle through his entire body. He was not alone in the cold. Taking a shaky breath, he sped up his walk in a feeble attempt to lose whatever was following him. But it was no use. Before he could counteract the movements around him, he was brought down to the ground by a figure dressed in flaming red. He could have sworn his ribs cracked beneath the immense pressure of the impact, and this time not only was he winded, but he felt a searing, slow pain as one would feel mere inches above fire. A deadly heat on his chest, that made him feverish. His breathing became rough and panicky as he stared wide-eyed up at the Valkyrie that had landed upon him.
Yet another person of importance that he didn't notice until it was too late. Drethiel let out a soft whimper. This woman was powerful, he could tell. She held authority that was way over his head. His day was just not going the way he had planned it to. At all. Suddenly, he was second guessing himself about the church - maybe it wouldn't have been a bad place to stay after all. He would rather have been imprisoned there than chance an encounter with this one. He opened his mouth slightly to talk, his voice quavering and eyes frightened.
"You..y-you...what are you doing?" He laughed nervously and felt his palms clam up. "P-please don't hurt me, miss, I don't mean any harm to you." If he tried hard enough, maybe he could even cry. His temperature continued to rise uncomfortably. "W-who are you anyway? Don't you f-find this to be a bit rude for an introduction? Haha, didn't even see you there... until you were on top of me." He rambled on like a fool, trying to stall as much as he could, fearing his very existence could be burnt out this night. "You sure have an envious amount of agility..." he stammered like a child caught in a crime.
"M-My name is Vanya, I really don't know my way around here. I-if I'm trespassing I'm so terribly sorry, I didn't mean to..." With his last sentence, he started trembling, and grabbing at the snow with his hands to cool himself down. He hoped his lies could fool her, but deep down he knew that the reason for her actions wasn't for merely trespassing. If she had telepathic powers, he would be in the worst predicament of his life.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 18, 2013 2:23:38 GMT -6
Valourie, like many times before, Had landed rather forcefully on her latest charge. Staring down at him through the eyeholes on her leather mask showing no expression. Her eyes streaking the white storm with small yellow trails of light as her flame red and yellow hair whipped across her face. Slowly her wings relaxed in a semi-poised position, right hand reaching for the sword sheathed on her right hip. The Valkyrie wore reddish brown leathers, studded with gold, bronze and black. Most of it was covered with a dark red fleece cloak, to keep off the snow. A Bow Slung over her back and the Quiver on her left hip. The Only other distinguishing mark was the Crimson colored Arrow pointing upward, engraved on her leather Waistcloth. The Mark of Týr, her... adopted God. Under the pin of her gaze, Drethriel stammered, it changed nothing, Ruthlessly she placed the tip of her sword on his Jugular. The Leather cords binding her mouth shut were stained in blood, lips cracking with the cold, she spoke; "Spare Us, and Hold your Tongue." She said, as cold as the Blizzard biting at them both. " Or We'll cut it out..." She glared, her ancient eyes passing over him once, looking for his weapons, and then a second time seeing right through his act.
"Odin, Týr,
Guide us, Should we fall in Afterlife as It would be in life.
With weapon-in-hand.
in your name.
For Vahalla.
I am Valourie... Queen of the Ullac Tribe Amazons.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 18, 2013 18:25:29 GMT -6
The woman standing atop his chest drew her sword upon his throat. She was having none of the trash spewing from his mouth. Didn’t something similar just happen to him? It was like déjà vu – but far more dangerous than last time. There was a possibility that he could actually perish within seconds, should he make one wrong move, or say one wrong thing.
He swallowed hard, eyes locked on the bright yellow glaring down at him through the snow. The tip of the sword scratched at his neck.
Screw Valhalla.
He hadn't been under the same God as this Valourie lady. What right did she have anyway, passing judgement on how he chose to live after his demotion? And did she mention Amazons in there somewhere? That meant he had a whole group of people to avoid. Great. He grit his teeth and tried to calm himself. He had to think - there was no way he was going to let himself die tonight. Not after all the trouble he went through in the church. He was absolutely weaponless, which was probably one of his first mistakes, but in all honesty he didn't expect someone to approach him so quickly, or with such menacing force. He couldn't fully transform into the iced monstrosity he was before - not with his current level of power. Being in a physical body made it difficult to access any of his ethereal powers without his full strength. Time was wasting away, and he had to make a decision fast, or suffer the consequences.
Never breaking his stare, he squinted his eyes at her, and pulled his lips into a smug smile. She may physically have the upper hand, but in that moment he had slapped together a plan. It was makeshift and reckless, but he favored the results far more than being slaughtered judged by a woman of Odin Týr. Attempting to still his trembling hand, he placed it over his heart. "You're not too crazy about my little story, huh, Miss Valourie? That's too bad..." he spoke as steadily as he could, with the odd quiver in his tone. In the matter of a second, both his hands had morphed into the ice claws that they had been before. "At least allow the unarmed to retaliate."
He swatted her sword hard to the side of him, shattering the ice he had formed on his left hand. Panicked frustration flashed onto his face, and he moved as quickly as he could. Taking his right hand from his chest, he shut his eyes hard and dug the clawed ice into the black symbol (שׂ) that he bore on his throat. Ripples formed around it as if it were a tiny portal, and his breathing grew heavy. He quickly latched onto what he was looking for, and wheezed a laugh between inhales. With the last bit of energy he could gather in his physical body, he flung his right arm up, launching his soul high into the air.
Drethiel's physical body, now void of life, lay limp under the weight of the Valkyrie. Meanwhile his soul, now a good fifty feet above he ground, glowed softly and then quickly expanded. There he was, back where he started in his apparition form. She didn't like my pleading? Well she doesn't have to hear it. He sneered as he sped through the air, flying away as fast as his wings could take him. He had no time to mourn his short-lived time in a physical body. If he was lucky, maybe he could retrieve it later. In this form he couldn't communicate audibly, but the advantage of practically being a ghost was simple. He could travel through anything, be it a person or a building. For a moment he pondered flying back to the church. Would the angel ward prevent his soul from entering the building? He wasn't sure. The worst that could happen was if he ended up ricocheting off the roof and crashing to the ground. He hoped that the Valkyrie wouldn't pursue him, but he wasn't prepared to check over his shoulder.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 18, 2013 18:56:12 GMT -6
Valourie furrowed a brow, a very mild expression. She sheathed her sword and pulled back her Leather mask. 'Run, you vagabond. I'll find you.' She watched as the 'Soul' Fled into the blizzarding air. Sighing, She stepped down from the husk it left behind and took a good look at it's lifeless eyes. 'But what do I do with you?' The Valkyrie knelt, examining the host. There was no one home. Not even a shattered remnant of who the person could have been before Drethriel claimed it as his own. Vanya? Or was it Dreth after all? One thing was for certain, it wouldn't be the last time she saw him, And now her hunt had been split evenly two ways. Between Him, and everything else she was charged to deal with in Wildgard.
'I Wonder what the pretty Ex-Demon is doing, The Stress on her soul was exponential... I can't go and Investigate with the Ward there...'
A Small shuffling came from within her bag and Asbjörn the Mink stuck out his head. He held a small torn piece of parchment in his maw. And Valourie couldn't help but agree. She grabbed hold of the Body in the snow and hoisted him up into her arms like a child, Staggering off to the Basilica, she dropped him, propping him up against the side, shielded from the wind. Using the Temporary block from the building she took a quill and etched a small note on the torn parchment. A Message. Asbjörn took the tiny scroll and stuffed in in his tiny red Healer Belt and was off into the Snow.
"Good Luck my friend. Take care." And with a few long strides, she leapt into the wind and let the blizzard lift her into the sky.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 18, 2013 20:21:16 GMT -6
As he passed over the church, Drethiel didn't bother to try entering it. Any amount of speed he lost could mean the death of him. He could feel the Valkyrie's presence creeping up on his trail, and he grumbled. She wasn't easy to demotivate. Swooping down into the town square, he flew low to the ground, straight towards a series of buildings. I wonder if she can pass through these like I can...? She's in a physical body, right? That should be impossible for her... He thought about the possibilities, and though logic tried to convince him, he still felt worry hammer his chest. He held his arms out in front of him, and began to pass through the buildings as if they were merely air. If he weaved through them long enough, he hoped to lose her and escape easily, perhaps even hide out in a host body for a while.
But what he couldn't help, was the minute drop in temperature he caused everywhere he went. It served as a subtle trail to those sensitive to the cold. Some days, he really hated his specialty power. But he had always found solace in all things frigid. He hoped the difference wouldn't be too noticeable to his pursuer with the weather being as stormy as it was.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 18, 2013 22:59:00 GMT -6
The Valkyrie took to the sky, Swallowing a bout of uncertainty. 'No rush Valourie, You have all the time in your immortal life to catch a few miscreants...' She worried that Drethriel would get away, too far or too well hidden, If he took on a Disguise she'd have a harder time finding him, and it would take alot of her spiritual energy to track him down again. She frowned. 'He must know who I am, If he fled so suddenly. It just goes to show that he fears Consequence... But where is he headed and what is he doing.'
The Cold wind was harsh and the snow was building up on her feathers, like sleet. Wet and heavy. Her eyelashes were freezing and her weapon was collecting frost. She was always called the Crimson Amazon, or the Valkyrie of Flame. She scoffed, shaking her head free of stray hair. Wishing for once she could actually live up to that nickname and melt away the Blizzard's wrath. The Angel dipped and swerved in and out of the sky, trying to find a decent wind current to ride, But it was no use, the Stray soul was headed straight to town, and towards a New host. She had to stop him soon, somehow... or there would be more good Souls in Danger. 'The Tribe is still hold up in the woods, If there was a signal... of some sort I might actually be able to summon them, But it looks like i'm on my own.'
Just then she caught a strange translucent being swoop down into town square, She grit her teeth, squinting against the wind to keep an eye on him. She had to pull back her leather Valkyrie mask, the snow was building in the eye sockets and obscuring her view, by then, she swore the Spirit had flown directly through a wall. Pulling up her torso, her wings strained against the current, barely lifting her away from the rooftop. She ran across the rooftop and launched herself with a mighty kick off of the hut and into the air again... 'DAMN. I can't keep up!! -this is a disaster...'
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 19, 2013 9:52:17 GMT -6
By the time Drethiel had flown through and in between several buildings, the feel of the Valkyrie's piercing gaze had faded to half its strength. He flipped over midair, rose to peek above the rooftops, and saw her struggling against the environment he had led her to. Heh. So I was right. Perhaps being a free roaming spirit had more perks than he originally thought.
He wasn't tied to a single host body - no one could even see him. At most, someone might get a strange feeling, or shiver if they were in the same area that he was passing through. Any words he uttered would be nothing more than a near silent whisper in the wind, barely comprehensible unless an individual had an ear for that kind of spiritual communication. Grinning, he continued to fly around, and began circling Wildgard City as fast as he could. He swooped down again, and perched on top of the Tavern, keeping his eyes on the Valkyrie. As she approached him, he dropped through the roof, and sat in the middle of a table inside, awaiting her arrival. The crowd took no notice of him, as he sat amid the steins and the chatter. If she entered, he would leave immediately, seeking a new destination, planning on repeating the cycle until she let him be. "Give up and leave me alone, Valkyrie." He hissed into the air.
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Post by Joy Muridae on Nov 19, 2013 15:36:17 GMT -6
White light had shot up from the consecrated ground where Joy knew the Basilica had been built. It could less be seen, but more felt as the energy dissipated in waves over the insubstantial plane. Narrowing her beady eyes, she knew something was happening on the plane of the plane of the living. Freezing in place, she concentrated her energy into drawing her spirit over. It was difficult, and it took a lot of energy to hold herself there for periods of time when she wasn't near her anchor; the bardshrine. The change between the two very different worlds was huge, as the living plane suddenly crashed down around her. The weight of up and down, of the air, the pull of the moon, and the push of the sun. When suddenly she had the strange feeling of her feet phasing through the soil beneath her, she opened her eyes, and used her hands to propel herself upwards, almost as though she was swimming. She looked up into the sky, just in time to see an Angel bolt off with powerful wings. The same angel she been paying attention to since she arrived.
Immediately, Joy began to focus on propelling herself after the Angel. For a moment, the woman was leaving her behind, but finally she accelerated enough to keep her in sight. While the wind didn't effect her, the snow passing through her body felt like static. As though she was flickering in and out of the plane. It unnerved her, and she did her best to speed up.
Closing in slightly so that she was just barely on the edge of the energized trail of white light behind the Valkyrie, Joy realized the woman was as much in chase as herself. Seeing where the Angel's gaze was, she followed it just in time to see another spirit drive through the side of a building. A look of understanding overcame her. Joy changed the direction she was flying into order to head up and over the buildings, hopeful she could see this spirit as it tried to avoid its pursuer. At last, it sank through the roof of the tavern. Driving off to the left, she phased through one of the buildings and kept her momentum up. She was leaping between buildings, nothing but a faint streak connecting each structure. Finally, she slowed slightly, and entered the Tavern through the Northern wall, expecting another wayward spirit that refused to leave the land it lived on.
She was already drumming up what words to say, how to convince the newly-dead to let the angel take him to the next life. It was difficult for some to pass, she knew this. It was frustrating that celestial tended to take spirits by force, and sometimes leaving sad shards of their mind or spirit behind to wander the Insubstantial plane, confused, and lost, and sometimes angry. Then, the only one to keep the remnant of the past from plaguing the land was Joy herself. But for once, she didn't see what she expected. As she finished phasing through the wall, her eyes grew wide. She kept with caution as she slowly approached the pursued, and did her best to keep calm.
'This is too strong to be a newly-dead. Who is he? What is he?'
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 19, 2013 16:25:01 GMT -6
Valourie's Theme
'There!' She cried out within her mind, 'He's stopped. But why?!' She stalled momentarily, her white wings suspending her for only a short time without the momentum propelling her forward. val Lifted her wings and she began to fall, thrusting them downward to regain her height. She felt the presence of another disturbed Spirit. 'He's called for Back up... I may be over my head here... If Only I could summon The Ullac... No matter, I Am the Valkyrie here, I will Die a Thousand Deaths if I must. For Valhalla.' She shot across the sky with powerful whirls of Feathered wing and blizzard snow. Clouds of tempered air gusting and receding from her sewn lips. With outstretched Arms She reached out for Drethriel, Coming into contact with the peak of the Tavern roof. 'What?! But where?!' Panicking, The Valkyrie clawed at the wooden roof, Frustrated she came to realize his presence hadn't faded, Simply dropped through the roof of the establishment. And there was another hot on her heels, She stopped only long enough to tap into it's essence. 'Resentment, worry, fear... Who....?' She turned her head, a silvery figment of life soaring above her. Headed right for Drethriel. 'One Soul is more pure than the other. One Soul. I will take.'
She stood, back flipping off of the peak, landing with a muffled thud in front of the Large wooded doors. 'If I enter here, My Disguise will be lost indefinitely... This is the end of the line, And now the moment of truth...' She braced the palms of her hands on the doors and applied force, until the light of the tavern spilled upon her face. Stepping inside to a situation she wasn't entirely aware she could handle. Angelic Celestial or not.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 19, 2013 17:33:24 GMT -6
Drethiel shifted to a crouching position on the table, awaiting the Valkyrie's entrance into the tavern. He wondered what her expression would be like, and if she would pause at the door or rush straight for him. As he watched for movement from the door, he felt an odd, tingling sensation. What was that? He glanced northward, and narrowed his eyes at the wall. Clearly defined amongst the living, and now fully within the building, was another spirit. Where did she come from? Did he attract that much attention? Questions that he wanted answers to filled his mind as he looked into her widened eyes. She seemed as confused as he did. As she should - he wasn't any ordinary soul wandering about between death and the afterlife. But then again, neither was she, it seemed. He assumed that she would be able to hear his voice as clearly as he saw her. "Hello to you, dear." He smiled as warmly as an ice angel could manage. "Who might you be? No need to fear, I don't mind the curious..." he turned back towards the door as he heard it being pushed open. "...only other angels that feel they have a right to pass judgement upon me." He snarled a little at Valourie standing in the doorway, trying to push through his nervousness with anger and snarky phrases. When he spoke towards her, he enunciated each word carefully so she could read his lips.
"What took you so long? You getting tired already? Having a physical body must be so, so rough." He was ready to launch himself backward at any given moment.
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Post by Joy Muridae on Nov 19, 2013 18:10:29 GMT -6
It took her a moment. A rather long moment, really. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the spirit, and flicked nervously to the door as Valourie came in. But then it clicked. Joy shrunk herself down into the small form of a rat, hoping the smaller and more compressed form would allow her to be a little less noticeable.
'Celestials. Two of them now. But what's going on?' The bemused spirit watched as Valourie caught the attention of practically the entire Tavern, and a few patrons even stood up or stumbled in shock. 'Ugh! If there's one thing all these Otherworldly have in common, it's drama.' Joy was torn between trying to escape before the Valkyrie noticed her, and trying to help corner the angelic spirit she was pursuing. Before she had really decided, however, she had already sprang into action. Her small form darted across the room, the dense concentration of her spirit only barely visible to the living. It was obvious that the best bet for the stray angel was to leave through the opposite side of the Tavern that the Valkyrie had entered. So that's where Joy placed herself. At the very least, she hoped she could drag the vagabond soul back into the insubstantial plane. There, he would have less affect on the living, and the rather angry Valkyrie couldn't do anything to either of them. She needed to figure out what was happening, and what it meant for all the shattered souls left behind in Wildgard. The living plane was for the living, and whatever was going on wasn't right.
If spirits could tense and grit their teeth, Joy certainly would have. Having never confronted another spirit as strong or stronger than herself, she was uncertain. She sparked with fear and nervousness, making her want to release her soul back to the insubstantial plane. However, her resolve was solidified. She didn't like to go back on decisions. 'Well, let's just see if I'm able catch you and make you talk.'
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 19, 2013 19:04:11 GMT -6
The Valkyrie stopped. 'People. Living people... How do I...' she eased her leather mask down over her face again, folding her wings neatly (And hopefully) Out of the way, There was only one thing to do... and the thought of it created a knot in her stomach. "EXCUSE ME, EVERYONE." She raised her voice so that the clinking and shuffling of the Tavern's patrons died down, and everyone turned one by one to view the Valkyrie. Just as she had done hundreds of times before, Drawing attention to herself unwillingly, the whispers started and the shocked yet excited murmurs of the crowds assailed her ears, and the rush of their emotions bombarded her all at once. The Shock, the Fear, the Excitement, the Curiosity, And yet the most powerful of all the feelings, was the Judgement. She closed her eyes, sorting through them. When she opened them again, she looked over the crowd, Seeing Drethriel seated among them boiled her blood, but there was nothing she could do to sort him from the rest. 'Where did the other meddlesome Spirit go?...'
"I Apologize, But i'm going to have to ask you all to CLEAR OUT. You are not safe here, You are strongly advised to take up shelter in your homes!" She spoke loudly and her voice radiated authority, though she seemed calm on the outside, the fear swept across the room, and the panic set in. It felt like adrenaline to the Valkyrie, setting her blood on fire. And now she remembered why they called her the Valkyrie of Flame. The People began to get up, pushing their chairs back all at once. Stumbling over their belongings.
"PLEASE, DON'T BE ALARMED. I am here to help you, I am Your Guardian Angel."
The Crowd swarmed her, trying to get to the doorway. "What's going on?!' They Cried out, "What if we don't have homes? I live many miles from here, the Inn is my only home."
Valourie grit her teeth, She glared passed the crowd at Drethriel, Seemingly at nothing to the patrons, she appeared cold and uncaring, but they had no idea what trouble and danger they were in if she could not claim the Stray souls among them. The Charge of the Valkyrie.
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Drethiel
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 20, 2013 1:00:50 GMT -6
As the tavern's patrons turned their attention to the Valkyrie, Drethiel stared down his pursuer with the smuggest, most confident look he could manage. Unlike him, the Valkyrie actually had to deal with these people. He commended himself for thinking to hide within a crowd - no where else seemed safe. He glanced to where the other spirit had been, and lifted an eyebrow. Where did she go, now? He still sensed her, somewhere.
His eyes shot back to the Valkyrie as she told the patrons that they were in danger, and that they should take cover in their homes. He frowned. "Oh, wonderful. What makes you think they would be any more safe in their homes, Valourie? Do you not recall how I got into here in the first place? Unless there's a ward set up, any building is fair game." His soul twinged and flickered a little as he spoke, as he was a bit offended by her assumptions of him. He wasn't a ruthless, soul-sucking monster... no. Even if he entered a host body for a small period of time, it was like hitching a ride. Like occupying a living, breathing hideout. Usually he let the original owner of the body have full control, as raising suspicions wouldn't be wise - but if he had to, he could easily kick them out. That was how he acquired his last body. He had grown quite fond of it, and kept it as his assigned physical body for a fair portion of his existence. Hopefully it was still lying in the snow where he had left it.
He huffed and knit his brow. Besides, he had grown quite picky of which souls he desired. He lovingly twisted one soul at a time, until he could relieve them from their own personal hell, only to bring them into his. He wasn't actually able to take a regular soul. They had to be fairly tainted and dirty, something truly undesirable. The high he got from purifying them - the feeling of holding a dazzling clean soul in his hands - it was unreal. Especially after a long period of time of working on one. He was still adequately displeased that he wasn't able to have Rook's soul to himself after the multiple year process.
As Valourie attempted to calm the panicking tavern folks, Drethiel decided he could afford to take his eyes off her for a bit. He leisurely let himself down from the table, and headed for the wall opposite of where she was, when his eyes fell on a ghostly little rat. It took him a few seconds to register the spiritual presence it held.
"Oh! That's where you went. Don't worry. I have no business with you. Can't say the same for her, though... I would run if I were you." He laughed a little as he turned back, watching Valourie be hit by a wave of people. She looked pissed. Good. He was still bitter about the frightening first encounter she gave him. With a running start, he pushed off the ground and leapt up through the tavern ceiling. Outstretching his wings, he took to the air above Wildgard City once again, waiting to be followed.
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