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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:56 pm
She closed her eyes to puzzle over the images slicing through her brain, handling them carefully so the only cuts she recieved from their sharp edges were intentional. A bleary thought in the back of her head feared that she might come to live like this forever, feeding off of her own destruction just to stay conscious. Another darker, wispier thought that seemed not unlike the aura in front of her revelled in the possibility of such a life. It was a proper, fitting thing...
Stabbing herself into focus with slow-drawn claws, Pyralis hissed and turned the images over in her mind once more. The first... her? She did burn from within and was particularly hot at the moment. The second... her aura, the windigo inner-self? The rest... she shuddered. The Sisters. The Beginnings. She remembered them somewhat, mostly recalling the fear they inspired. But one... one had been kinder. Gentler. Like a mentor. A caregiver. Like Perri.
"I am Wagosh's kin," she said carefully so her metal-harden lips did not slur the words, "or so she told me."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 11:01 pm
...this was very likely to blow up in Maigan's face if Pyralis lived, Shin mused. But to outright refuse to help such a powerhouse of potent magic had its own consequences, not to mention the otherwise impending wrath of an Ancient.
A long beaten path into the woods. Wagosh's looming face. Pyralis, a purple aura over her shoulder-
WHAM!
"Alright, Pyralis, hold on- I'm bringing him in right now." CWL wheezed, huffing between each breath. Cradled in her arms was the torso of an unconscious logger who had the bad fate of working late tonight. A darkened stain covered the back of his beanie, smearing red over her chest. His boots caught on the doorframe as she took a step forward, causing CWL and her burden to collapse onto the entryway rug.
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clockworklunacy Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 3:18 pm
After watching the images on the black screen of the inside of her eyelids, Pyr looked up at Shin and smiled. "You will take me to her."
A loud noise, and there were people here, CWL and a still man who smelled of meat and food. There was blood, and her caretaker's friend was having trouble with her meal - Pyralis' meal - because he was heavy and humans didn't eat their own kind. Much, anyway. She should be a dear and help.
She moved slower with her metal skin, and she could hear her joints click in protest, but soon enough the windigo fell upon her prey and began to consume him, flesh along with energy. She needed every bit of strength she could steal from him to get her to Wagosh's door.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 11:20 pm
CWL couldn't repress a startled jump when Pyralis fell upon the dead man in her lap. She inched herself out from underneath the body and crabwalked backwards to give Pyralis enough room. It would be highly unfortunate to have a limb ripped off in her feeding frenzy.
She would also need to replace that rug, CWL thought numbly, watching as blood and small pieces of flesh spread in a dark stain. 'It's just the circle of life,' she told herself, half believing and half convincing. 'He is just one of billions that have infested the earth.' Still...echoes of the dull thud of the barbed wooden plank against human skull taunted her resolution.
Shin swung around the edge of the room, floating up behind CWL to watch Pyralis' feast with a high sense of purpose and a dull sense of envy.
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clockworklunacy Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:36 am
The man's skin greyed far too fast for a normal death, his eyes a fishy silver and his hair waxen. Even his blood dulled in color as the windigo pulled his life force from him, pulling it directly into her veins as his flesh sunk into her belly. When finished she tore off a hunk of clean shirt from his still form and wiped away the blood still sitting on her skin, a habit Perri had asked her to have. Refreshed by the meal, she moved more fluidly and thought more coherently than she had since she'd reached this house.
"I must go speak with Wagosh, Shin says, and he will take me. What would you like me to do with him?" she said to CWL, indicating the man she'd just eaten. "I'm sorry I brought death into your house, but thank you for him."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:48 pm
"I'm glad you're feeling better." CWL smiled towards Pyralis. "If you have the strength, could you push him into the fireplace? I'll burn him later."
She heaved herself up off the floor and managed to pry her eyes from the grotesqueness of the unnatural corpse. "Now, what is this Wagosh business?"
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clockworklunacy Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 3:19 pm
"She is my kin." the windigo explained, shoving the body into the large fireplace with the stiff power of her metalic skin. "Shin thinks that she might help me."
Putting a hand underneath the remains of her meal, she remembered the vicious pictures the aura had sent to her. Duller than new, they still cut, and flame rushed from the cut. Her hot gifts flowed easily from her hand and the unnatural fire reduced the flesh to ash in moments.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 1:13 am
Well, that was certainly handy, CWL noted as she watched Pyralis disintegrate any trace of murder that had occured. Every serial killer needed a Pyralis. Rubbing her arm unconsciously, she turned to Pyralis.
"Does he know what's wrong with you?"
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clockworklunacy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 6:09 pm
"He knows enough that she will know the details of it." she said carefully as she pulled her hand back to herself. She had just enough pride left that she made her legs take her weight without leaning on the fireplace, although she did reach out to it when she started to waver.
"I must go now." she said, slowly making her way to the door, "While I still have some strength left. THank you for helping me."
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:43 pm
CWL began to extend her hand to help Pyralis as she started to waver, but pulled back when she saw the look of determination set itself in Pyralis' steel face.
"Your welcome," CWL responded, trailing Pyralis across the room. Her inner instinct itched to provide more care to Pyralis, but still she realized it would be seen as a weakness in the natural world and hesitated to provide such an insult to something that could gut her in an instant.
She paused as they reached the door. Eyeing Pyralis dubiously one last time, she sighed and opened the door. "I wish you a safe journey."
Shin floated stoicly by the door, searching his memories to remember the forgotten path that led to Wagosh's lair. Instinct urged him northwest, to the larger, colder forests. Though he had no solid guide he had no worries about finding Wagosh. His gift of feeling would let him know when she was close.
He flashed at Pyralis to get her attention, then floated through the door into the darkness outside.
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clockworklunacy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:16 am
"I'm glad I didn't hurt you." she said simply, before turning and following the aura out the door. She had a purpose now, a goal that would see her through all the aches and weakness that was to plague her before she reached it. She would have answer. The death of uncertainty was worth any length of trip.
If she was lucky, it would mean a lack of a certain death as well.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 4:53 pm
-----later
Zahfira had always wanted to see more of the world, and had finally found a foolish young man to lend his aid to her endevor. He had not meant to turn his body over to her for habitation, of course, but he had managed to just the same. Anthony. What a strange name he had, all gray and foreign and packed with syllabuls that stuck awkwardly to the tongue. It was his name that had made her choose him: it spoke of being From Another Place while he still managed to appear to be a child of the desert she called home. Ifrits were an ancient, high-born race, and prefered to wear the bodies of men who believed in them.
A college student on a trip to see where his parents had come to America from, Anthony returned to New York and completely ignored his studies. He soon disappeared altogether, the fire demon inside him having no interest in his education. He disappeared into the bustle of the great city, and the vanished from the city entirely. His body would never be found.
Zahfira grew bored with the city, finding it too full of cold metal and cold people for her liking. She wandered north, and it became colder, but she soldiered on despite it. Her desert race was not bred for the wilderness of Maine, but her boyskin took to it well enough. She continued up, up, up, feeling the pull of some great flame of energy that tasted akin the brightness of her own kind. It was wonderful to see the world, but it made you homesick.
And then the young Iranian student found himself standing on a crumbling porch in a coat far too thin for the wind, knocking on the door in hopes that inside there was someone to eat. And perhaps some gasoline for the car.
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