[12:58] * You have been awarded 4 Levels! * [12:58] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "!!!" [12:58] Delilah Metriz says, "You..." [12:58] Delilah Metriz asks, "Are you the doggy that bit my sister?" [12:58] Nevermore looks over, curiously. (Nevermore) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [12:58] nods. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [12:58] Delilah Metriz says, "Woah...." [12:58] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "SO COOL!" [12:58] Azrail says, ". . ." [12:59] Delilah Metriz says, "At first I was angry! But now seeing you in person..." [12:59] Delilah Metriz says, "Gwuh...I wish it was me you bit..." [12:59] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "Go ahead!" [12:59] Nevermore says, ". . ." [12:59] Delilah Metriz pulls her arm toward him. (Delilah Metriz) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [12:59] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "Bite me!" [12:59] Nevermore says, "Oh I like her." [13:00] Azrail says, "You guys are in dire need of help." [13:00] Azrail coughed and sluggishly plopped himself on the fountain's surface. (Azrail) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:00] Nevermore says, "All artists are mad." [13:01] Azrail exclaims, "M-My drugs... They wore off, reality- IS BORING!" [13:01] "Years!" An energetic confirmation. "It started gently, I'll admit, though it wasn't Revelry that inspired me to come." An admittance, though to spoil too much so early? It'd ruin the suspense! "Let us say I was invited, though I've yet to truly get to meet that being." Gaze shifted to Delilah, an amused cackle leaving the jester. "Oh, and here I thought I was the masochist! But I guess, kids will be kids!" Even she wouldn't so brazenly extend a limb to a wolf, much less a demon. "Tear something free, they call that a learning lesson!" (Indulgence) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:01] Delilah Metriz says, "Drugs? Oh...those are bad for you..." [13:01] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "I'm learning how to make them!" [13:01] Azrail says, "Anyone have a reed-" [13:01] Azrail exclaims, "You're too young for that!" [13:02] Delilah Metriz exclaims, "Not to young to learn!" [13:02] Azrail says, "Hm, fair enough." [13:03] Ezan does not resist the sacrifice even as odd as it were. While Azrail was right in one aspect, the Helhound knows not better. One maw opens and those scary teeth flash ivory in the light. Then there's a sudden chomp and Deliah finds her forearm subject to a sharp pain, then incredibly sharp teeth that dig into flesh and pull at her. Already does blood leak. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:03] Azrail says, "Good boy..." [13:03] Azrail coughs up some dreams. (Azrail) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:03] Azrail says, "What the fuck-" [13:05] "Invited? Truly? How wonderful... I need to be better about inviting people rather than draw them into my performance. But the art... Is a compulsion. I cannot resist it." They shake their head in lament, turning to watch the display before them. "A masochist, you say?" Nevermore says as an aside to Indulgence. "I work with all sensation in my art. But it is good to know where your own tastes lie. Perhaps, sometime, I might craft a story just for you. I love crafting little dreams to send to people." They admit with a low chuckle. To watch the demon eat, though... Already does Nevermore lean forward, excitement causing their form to shimmer and almost vibrate with anticipation. (Nevermore) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:05] Azrail says, "I need a reed bowl... So bad." [13:11] The little disciple widens her eye. Ichor purely practically pours from those sienna hues, widening at the excitement she had felt deep in her soul. Who hadn't wanted to pet a cute three-headed demon wolf? Perhaps she was jealous that she of all people was not the one graced by a being made of Lyseroth's whim? Either way, curiousity would get the better of her in this instance. And hopefully not kill her. Her arm raises, brazenly toward the three-headed beast's maw. Purely, this child was a masochist. Or insane. Or...both. Her eyes glisten at the maw of the beast, ivory teeth reflecting off her hues as her glistening eyes practically sparkle in admiration. "Good doggy..." she teases, as the maw of the beast suddenly clenches down on her skin. "!!!" "AAAAAAHH!!!" The pain screams through her arm, running deep with ichor as it chomps down on her person. His teeth dig and pull at her flesh, the young child's mind agape with... Emotion? Lovely emotion. "Aaah...haha! Hahahaha!" Her yelps of pain suddenly turn into maniacal bits of laughter and joy. It was as if Lyseroth himself were caressing her arm. The tender pain instilled joy into her heart, as if caressing her in an odd comfort from within. The emotions she felt in the moment were chaotic. The girl savoring each and every drop of pain, joy, and fear she had felt. Much the like the drops of ichor that the beast had savored tearing into her flesh. The young disciple pulls back, already seeming to have had enough of this charade. Surely, this one was one for theatrics. "O-oh! Hey! Bad doggy! I told you one bite!" She playfully baps the dog on the snout. As if it were but a small hound, knowing full well her actions were not the smartest! Perhaps she had wanted to know if the beast felt anger. Perhaps annoyance? Pride? She looks deep into his eyes, widening her hues to catch but a glimpse of the beast made in Lyseroth's image. (Delilah Metriz) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:12] Indulgence says, "Sensation is the most important thing to chase." [13:13] Indulgence says, "I aim to experience all things at least once before some untimely end takes me." [13:13] Nevermore says, "That's the spirit~" [13:13] Nevermore says, "I too seek such. Even if I work in illusions, knowing how things should feel just enriches the performance." [13:19] The Hel Hound was not made of Lyseroth's image, or whim. It was a literal demon summoned from the bowels of Hel. Its instincts were far different to the other demons that walked Meranthe. And it hardly acted like any of them, save for perhaps, the terrifying whale demon, Seidon. It had been tied to the Primordial of Revelry from sheer gluttonous appetite, nothing would be safe from this beast as it begun to evolve. Deliah screams and tries to shake free that beast but it remains bound to her via that iron-thick jaw. Tug. Pull. There's a bap on its snout and those dozen red eyes focus in on Deliah. Emotion is obvious. All of the regular ones, one might expect and a few more. Abruptly, a lurch has the demon's head lift high and then begin to slam Deliah into the ground again and again. The wolf brutalizes her and if she continued her teasing, begins to thump the Metriz with wild swipes of its paws. Mauling at her as if a pincushion, or some type of prey in the wild. It doesn't stop until the little witch had learnt her lesson for messing with the monster. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:21] For a moment, the masked figure almost steps in. After all, this violent display might very well kill the young woman. However, rather than stop it, Nevermore merely watches with rapt attention, the shadows around them darkening. After all... The show was getting so very interesting... (Nevermore) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:21] Aubrey blinks, turning to her beloved Helhound as he proceeds to maul a witch of the Coven. There's a tilt of her head. (Aubrey Caewynn) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:37] "Hmhm...ha...haha!" The fear soon strikes her heart. Her heart begins to beat, rapidly pumping blood throughout her body to make up for the already copious amounts of blood loss in the moment. She seemed to savor her own fear, just as much as she did the animalistic tendencies of the beast in front of her. "Hmhmm...not so...dissimilar to us humans huh!? Haha!" she'd comment, purely poking fun on humanities bloodlust. Equivalent to that of the hel-hound. Wasn't she too young to know such things? Despite it not actually being made from Lyseroth's image(oops), it's revelry was similar enough for her to savor. As it reveled in her ichor, she too would revel in the pain and fear brought to her inside her delicate heart. Especially so when the plethora of deep-red eyes peer into her soul. "Oh? Did you not like that?" she teases once again. Peering into his eyes, he'd see the fear and anxiety within. Surely, this one had to be entirely manic to hide such things all for theatrics. "!!!" Her arm is clenched, his maw digging deeper into her flesh, tightening and furthering the immense pain she had felt in the moment. It would only pierce her skin further, the beast soon reacting to her taunting words by a show of brutality. She'd be brutalized, slammed to the ground at various points and flung like a ragdoll. All the while does she shut her eyes, savoring the pain and fear. She screams, her yelps echoing through the forest. She continues to yelp as she'd put up her hands to defend herself. Her innate mana flares, seeming to defend her from the brunt of the beast's attack. Those dark energies equivalent to that of the bite the demon had planted on her sister seem to rise from the surface. Her pain flows. Her...anger begins to rise at her subsequent lack of control over the situation. The little witch learns a lesson in this instance, perhaps the whims of humanity were easy to control and manipulate. But a wild, reveling beast such as this? Oh, that would certainly take more work.. "..." Eventually, her screams of terror halt. The girl lay practically mangled on the concrete below. Ichor pours from various orifices, a smile rising from the surface as she begins to feel the taste of her own blood riding into her mouth. "Hmhm...hahaha..." she giggles, a pained laugh echoing from a broken body. All she would feel in the moment was the aching, unrelenting pain. The same one that fueled darkness within. Her aura already spiking, fluctuating as her body tried it's best to recover from such a maul. "I didn't know I had that..." she comments to herself. The hand that was bitten would now be radiating a dark aura. Trailing too the sky, it continues to flow from here now broken arm. A product of herself, or the beast? Who would know? The little witch rises...somehow. Taking a bow toward the onlookers, she'd say in a pained voice. "...Did you...enjoy the show?" Looking back at her attacker, she simply smiles. "Hmhmhm...I have...a lot to learn when it comes to beasts...l-..like you...huh?" "So cute..." "Agh…" Lastly, does she tumble on the ground yet again. This time almost comically. Perhaps it was best they let her...rest? (Delilah Metriz) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:38] Ezan whispers to Delilah Metriz: (Don't surrender. [13:39] Selkie Joe exclaims, "Wise Man!" [13:39] {Lost Aggressive RPB against Ezan} [13:39] * You have been awarded 4 Levels! * [13:39] ** Ezan has inflicted an injury upon Delilah Metriz. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") ** [13:39] Azrail says, ". . ." [13:40] Selkie Joe says, "We got things to do and people to see." [13:40] Azrail sluggishly waved to Selkie. (Azrail) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [13:40] Azrail says, "Guh... I need a reed bowl." [13:41] Azrail says, "Especially after watching- Whatever the Hel this is." [13:44] Selkie Joe says, "Now two more for a dungeon. Let's go bother the Skarnfel natives." [13:59] The little witch teases and learns true fear in that moment. A fear that she can revel in. The battering of her frame is done mercilessly, and if it were not for Sheol around them, one would think the Helhound was killing another non-magi child in the wild. Arms and legs aided by innate mana comes to try to soften whatever the beast unleashes upon her but even that isn't enough. It's toying with her, hardly using any spells save for its monstrous body and the curses it can inflict via an errant glance from those twenty or so red eyes. To tame a demon was near impossible. Only few witches were able to. When screams of terror halt is when the jaws of Ezan have pulled free a chunk of flesh as if pulled pork off the bone. The stringy gruesome mess connects the two until the meat is free and Ezan enjoys his meal. Chewing. The other two heads remain largely isolated, breathing, or in the case of one, scowling at the Metriz. She rises, she bows, drawing on the occult from her theatric performance. Then she tumbles. And when she tumbles, perhaps it was best they let her rest. Instead the Haunt nears her, grapples her within one of its maws and leisurely strolls around, painting the ground with her lifeblood. It almost appeared as if the wolf was looking for a spot to eat her. One of the heads peers at Aubrey in silence. Drool and slobber intermingles with the natural occultic magic within the beast's system and provides, in the very least, a little bit of relief in the form of this curating, bloody 'saliva' that washes over her. Really, it would be more appropriate to call it an occultic antidote. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:02] Indulgence says, "What an odd little scene." [14:02] Nevermore exclaims, "Indeed so~!" [14:04] Ustrea says, "Come with me." [14:07] Yoldbaoth warbles. (Yoldbaoth) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:08] The bloodied mangled piece of flesh that was the young woman's arm is raised. Perhaps it was mere adrenaline that had withstood her some level of sanity. Her not even having realized the extent of the beast's maw. Did she hold a grudge because of this? Of course not. It was her plan in the first place. Who walks up to a Hel-hound and taunts them without fully knowing the consequences? Without wanting to savor the danger that comes from it? "Hmh...hm...mmhm.." She raises her arm, eyes widening to witness the extent of her mauled, dangled flesh. The blood practically pours onto her face as she raises it, slowly does she tumble it back toward the ground. A face now caked in her own ichor. Those occultic energies, the ones outfitted within the dark, begin to linger from her limb. It protrudes and desecrates the very flesh that once was. At the very least, she had one-upped her sister. The true purpose of her actions in this moment. Her wound festers, bubbling to the surface with both blood and dark magics. All she could do was lie there, watching her body react to the adrenaline. Her heart was beating rapidly admis the pain Fear in her eye. Perhaps what she had wanted to feel all along. But what was this now? A fear of death? Lingering in her hues? The pain was nothing. Compared to what she had felt before. "..." Waning hues tilt upward. Toward the Caewynn do they linger. Staring at her, as if asking for help deep down. Yet how could she ask for such a thing? This was her doing. Her consequence. "Hello!" she cheerily exclaims admis baited breathes and a waning tone. "...You're dog-..doggy is...cute." she says, still smiling like that of a Cheshire cat. As if she had not been almost mauled to death moments before. "...I want...one like..." "Him someday.." she clenchesher plush. The only form of comfort she had in the moment. That and the menacing tinge leaking from her lips when speaking of those from Hel. Truly, abominable creatures... Everything she had hoped for. If they were enough to put fear and anxiety into her own heart. She can only imagine the fear they'd put into that of her enemies. True, unadulterated fear. A feeling she'd savor. A feeling she'd revel. Having an odd sense of nostalgia for it in this moment. It was but a fickle thing. For her to study and research, and analyze how such things could be used by her own hand. She falls unconscious soon after, the beast practically had her to himself. He could continue maul her, perhaps finish his meal. His choice, really. As the little witch was nothing but a ragdoll in the moment. She'd trail around, painting the ground red with sanguine fluid as the beast paces with her in tow. "..." The darkness in her hues was but a small comfort. The black void she had felt in the moment, paving away the for her injuries to not be felt in her slumber. Of course, the slobber from the beast would react naturally to her. The young witch already having a natural attunement to the occult, it was no wonder that it had brought her some relief. It soaks inside of her, continuing to fuel the chaos within her heart as she'd slumber. Was to even call this a slumber appropriate? (Delilah Metriz) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:12] There is the slow sound of a pair of hands clapping from beyond the fountain. Truly, a wonderfully bizarre but delightful display. Having managed to observe the interaction, Nevermore strides forwards, rich laughter spilling forth from under their mask. "My my my... Truly, a child after my own heart. Still leaning when not to touch the *** stove, of course, but ah... Such childish mistakes are to be expected, after all." They come closer, briefly looking over the fallen witch as she 'slumbers', tilting their head this way and that in thought. "Now... Did you enjoy your meal?" (Nevermore) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:21] Indulgence says, "WELL! I am off, I've got an underground lake to build." [14:21] Nevermore says, "Do take care~" [14:24] The dog slows and the witch is dropped with a thump. Clapping draws the beast's head, one at first, then the other three. It stares, eyes blinking at different intervals to give this eerie feeling of being watched. The Hound nods to Nevermore and the child, Deliah, is spared from death. ...Assuming she did not bleed out but by the way blood clots, it's likely she's safe. Ezan sniffs Nevermore a few times with one head, then extends a paw for them. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:27] Nevermore holds out their hand for the paw, giving the helhound a little shake in turn. "Good dog. Very good. Make sure you grow up big and strong, now." They comment playfully. They look, then, at the downed child and finally sigh. "A shame I'm no medic. But... They should be fine. Hmm..." Dropping to a knee, they briefly look over her wounds, peering with interest. Despite the normal association with the mask with a particular kind of doctor, it's clear that Nevermore has no idea what they're looking at. "Well. I'm sure she'll be fine. Regardless, since it would seem most conversation has dried up for right now? I -should- be on my way. It would hardly do to not keep myself busy. And I should put my other mask to work..." (Nevermore) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:29] Ezan does not oppose Nevermore's aid of Deliah. The hand meets paw but not quite in a shake, its a pat, a bump of sorts as that furry, claw hand overshadows the hand of the masked witch. The Helhound pulls away and settles down somewhere. It does not stop Nevermore from leaving to do other things. (Ezan) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [14:30] Nevermore says, "Do mind the place while I'm gone. I'll see if I can't bring you back something nice to eat." [15:02] Anubis says, "Hoooooo." [15:06] Anubis says, "Good moment as any to figure out what to do with this." [15:06] Anubis ponders out loud, staring at the soul fragment they've fancied from floor 55. (Anubis) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [15:06] or 65 (Anubis) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [15:07] Aubrey Caewynn asks, "....?" [15:09] Anubis asks, "What are you looking at me like that for?" [15:10] Aubrey Caewynn exclaims, "No reason!!" [15:10] Anubis says, "I've not thought this far ahead." [15:12] Aubrey Caewynn says, "I'm sure you'll figure out a use for it." [15:12] Anubis asks, "... me?" [15:15] Anubis says, "I'll ask Xarxes for an opinion." [15:55] Mero says, "Hey Anubis." [15:57] Anubis says, "Good evening." [15:57] Anubis says, "No luck getting a hold of Xarxes today, hn." [16:00] Mero says, "He's been gone alot longer than usual." [16:00] Mero says, "I'm sad...the aen cloaks have a damn magic seal on it." [16:00] Mero says, "Can't even use it." [16:41] Aranea says, "Oh... Not super-lively hours, I suppose." [16:55] Deliah finds herself drenched in occult-infuses saliva and blood. It washes over her wounds once more, providing more relief to the horrid bite inflicted upon her arm. The regenerative properties begin to tick on, bit by bit, helping to mend flesh and regrow what was lost faster, stronger. A new sheen of skin. (Ezan)