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and Demons; [Fehade]
Topic Started: Sun Jan 13, 2008 11:21 pm (500 Views)
Aether Draka
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((OOC: This thread is set before her Summoning levels, and any spells besides Light.))

What use was it? She knew that she really should rejoin the fight on the side she had always fought on, the side of good, but she hadn’t really been fighting that fight for some time. Instead she was coming to grips with herself and now… now she didn’t want to be part of that war anymore. She knew beings from both sides, had allies and dare she say even friends on both sides. She owed debts to both sides, to the good and the evil, and she was also both good and evil. Aether didn’t dare rejoining that war. She really didn’t have to, did she? It wasn’t like she was really that useful of a fighter. What use was it?

AD had caught herself in circular logic as she traveled along at a quick pace. She was running, though not from anything or toward anything. With no goal in mind she had simply taken off. She just needed to move, had to move. It had never mattered where she was going or where she had been. It wasn’t like AD had a place she could call home anyways. Home was simply the wilds, no one to bother her, no one to judge her.

The forest she was in was cold and damp in the late evening. Clouds darkening the sky with the promise of yet more rain. She ran along a road, or at least what resembled a road, and still her boots and pants were covered in a splattering of mud. Her thick burgundy braids lay heavy with water, as she had been out in the first drenching from the clouds. The woods along the path would seem dark and foreboding to most, but would have provided shelter from the downpour if she had taken refuge in them. If Aether Draka had bothered to think of the woods she would have retreated to the trees. Instead she continued to run even though her legs were starting to protest along with her stomach.

Then, quite unplanned, she stopped running. It had started with her slipping on the edge of a pothole, followed by a loud plop as her other foot followed. Stumbling forward, she slipped once more on the mud. Catching herself before falling she stopped. One of her shoes was now full of pothole water and her legs had started to hurt. Abruptly she fell on her knees and sat back on her heels, gasping for breath for a moment. It didn’t take her long after that to once more become lost in thought once more. Perhaps ignorance was bliss…

Storm clouds hid the sunlight from her sight as AD simply sat upon the muddy road. She wrapped her arms about herself and hung her head. Why was she even trying to save herself? She knew she was more evil then good, she considered them friends now when once she had thought them her foe, the enemy. That was when she had been a fool.The truth, the reality, was just too much to know now. So much was wrong with it, too much of it she didn’t want to believe. She couldn’t even cry now, just hurt. It was almost as if she had been betrayed. She had managed to fool herself for so long. No doubt most of her life was gone and only now did time seemed to matter. How long did she have?

Aether Draka shook her head afraid of time now. Her soaked hair hid her face as she looked at the palm of her hand where a thin raised scar, white with the cold, ran unmistakably across. A reminder… she couldn’t forget it now. She would never forget. Closing her hand around the mark, for her a mark of her reality, she staggered weakly to her feet. For the first time in a long time she realized how lost she was. The road was coated in mud, but it was going to take her back to Cascadea or perhaps some other falls. She needed to head a different way, back to Taras. She needed to find and speak with Oppal. She had learned of Shadowdancing from him and it had brought her control over her darker powers. Now she needed something else, a form of guidance, someone to help her reforge herself.

She took a deep and shaky breath. Only she could fix her now. Feeling better she started walking once more, looking for a path that would lead her to Taras. More then likely she would have to make her own. As she turned a bend in the road she stopped. A wagon lay overturned on the road. It’s contents, and passengers, scattered across her path. With the distant feeling she had right then it didn’t click what this was. She walked forward once more, feeling as if this massacre wasn’t that… it looked as if it had been a one sided war.
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"Kill him." The cruel, sadistic voice spoke in his head, just as his sword cut through the body of a innocent man. The sickening sound of a thuck sounded. A wide, cruel, almost insane smile spread across the tieflings face, as he pulled his now blood coated katana from the mans back. He bent over, and wiped all the blood onto the person shirt, then he sheathed his weapon into its scabbard. he turned to look at his "handy-work". Dead bodies sprawled on the muddy grounds, their blood flowing into the mod, and mud puddles. He looked a little disappointed a moment, for the fact of no one else to slaughter. His red eyes flicked from one body to the next. He started walking among them, once in a while he bent over, and checked a persons purse, to see if they had anything worthy of taking, but so far, found nothing of interest.

When he found nothing, he turned on his heel, and started heading off onto the road.

"Well... no damn sisters here... what a shame... I would love to show off how much more power I have then them." He seemed to have talked to himself, but hadn't.

Just recently, he was infused with a demon, a pit fiend. His father, Hakri, and said that Fehade would be needing to get infused soon, and so, it did happen. The fiend came and bound himself to Fehade's soul. The tiefling didn't mind, he liked it, he loved the new powers that he will get, well, so the demon Rraezanon said he would, and Fehade hoped that the demon was speaking the truth, though, he also heard, that you start looking like the demon you get infused with, and well, that didn't sit well with him. Fehade liked the way he looked, and didn't want to get larger with wings and scales, but it will be for a powerful cause to become like that, so, he figured that he would have to learn a new spell to hide his true identity, for looking like a demon and going into a tavern would sure cause complications.

"Someones coming, Fehade." Rraezanon said once again his voice cruel. Fehade stopped suddenly, and turned on his heels again, to see a woman standing there. His gaze grew menacing, then a smile curled onto his face again. He started moving forward swiftly. His hand slid onto the hilt of his katana again, the hilt still felt warm from his handling it not to long ago.

"Well, well... a girl out here... without an escort or bodyguard?" He hissed. His hair was damp, so the spikeyness of it was down, so the studs of horns on his head was very clear to see. His red eyes glowed brighter, with malice. It was obvious he was of demonic heritage, of just the way he looked. His sleeves were rolled up a little to the elbows, therefore, showing the many brands on his left arm, one stood out from the rest, a demonic skull, the his families sign of banishment.

He cool gaze watched the woman coldly.

"I'm quite surprised. You'd think everyone would bring a knight with them... its... not safe to be alone out here..." He grinned. His unholy aura was almost unbearable. Since his demonic infused, it had gotten a lot stronger, and made more people afraid of him, though, it also brought down more people to kill him.

"Stop being a fool." Rraezanon spoke again in the tieflings head, who merely grinned again.
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AD looked around, half of her covered in mud and soaked to the bone. Her legs ached and she was starting to fell rather hungry. Part of her mind was aware of this and was telling her none of this was real and to hurry up and find something to eat. The other part of her normally won, the curiosity, but even that seemed dull. Instead, she simply stood there as a figure came toward her. He felt like something, looked like something, but Aether Draka still hadn't figured it out, more from lack of trying then anything else. She blinked and looked up at him. His words seemed very sharp and clear, ringing in her confusion and bringing her a bit more in focus. "Escort?" She asked in surprise. "I can do that..."

Shadows were everywhere, so there was no real movement as a huge black demon rose from the road just behind her, solidifying into a 7-foot tall pit fiend. The detail of the demon was incredible, sounds, movement, and everything. She had fashioned after someone she knew after all, someone that the encounter she had just left had made her felt she had to defend some how. She didn’t know why really, but the demon she created a shadow illusion of was someone she thought of as a very dear friend, her best friend in Imythess so far.

The pitch-black pit fiend issued a sound half-way between a growl and a hiss, sounding like it had multiple voices at once. He flexed his bat like wings, large enough to easily carry the demon anywhere he wished. The skin actually made sound as the wings moved. “Does that work better?” She asked the stranger, not even looking back at the fiend behind her.
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Fehade watched the woman, and looked her up and down, and seeing her covered in mud, it made him frown, almost in disgust, though, he didn't care much, he sort of just wanted to kill her, because he was in the mood to, but he resisted that urge, even as Rraezanon tried to talk Fehade into doing so, with no success. Fehade was used to doing what he wanted, and not what the pit fiend that was bound to his soul wanted. He watched as the shadows became a pit fiend, and he took a step back, but then held his ground, and just stared at the fiend. He frowned again, as he thought of how that may be how he would look after he gained all the power Rraezanon promised, and it made him shudder slightly. He didn't want to walk around in a hulking figure. He shook his head and just tried to figure out how the woman made it.

He knew it wasn't real, and that she most of manipulated the shadows, and Fehade heard Shadowdancers could do that, but he never had met a Shadowdancer before, so didn't know.

“Does that work better?”

He shrugged, as his gaze looked coldly at the woman. "Let me take a wild guess? Your a shadowdancer?" He said, though, not in the friendliest of tones. He was never friendly, not to anyone, if he seemed like he was, then he was merely mocking you. There is only one person he is slightly kind to, and that is Mara, who he hasn't spoken to in forever it seemed.

He looked at the fiend again, not frightened of it or anything, its what one gets when living with a entire family full of demons, and one aasimar. You learn to vanquish most fears, especially those of other demons. He thought of Crackle, when he looked at the shadow demon. Crackle had been a pit fiend, though, a lesser one, he was smaller, and quite annoying too. Fehade had blamed him for getting the tiefling banished.
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Finally shaken out of her self-destructive mental loops she simply stared at him with a nearly blank expression. She blinked again.

“Yes, I’m a shadowdancer. The image you see behind me is of my friend Lynthaer. I just left a not so lovely dispute with a half angel that went and got himself celestially infused and now he has gone looking for Lynthaer. I swear they must all be fools, but that then makes me the bloody fool for getting involved, even if the damned half angel had to threaten to kill me, and after healing me too… I would like to make it to Taras rather soon then later though…” AD tone had started to grow sharp when suddenly something shifted around her and the shadow illusion was gone. She had felt her hunger spike and it had broken her concentration on the shadow illusion. There wasn’t even anything to salvage of it. She still hadn’t even realized that he was real, or a threat. Not yet. He hadn’t done anything to mark him as such to the hunger that was slowly taking over AD’s mind and sapping away at her mana. There was fresh meat here and her hunger wanted it, now, but AD knew they had been people and she knew she shouldn’t eat people… but she was hungry… Her gaze left Fehade to look at what he considered his handiwork. ... hungry... She wavered slightly, herself trying to keep the hunger at bay.
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He watched still calmly, even as she spoke, he barely listened though, but anger slightly sparked inside him, at the even mention of a angelic being. He hated all of those related to celestial kind, he wanted them all to die, to burn in hell, along with his half-sister aasimar, Zehavya, who he still couldn't kill even with a new demon infused, and the most annoying part by it, is when the demon infuse is constantly commanding him to kill the aasimar, but still, Fehade couldn't. He watched as the shadow demon disappeared, then he returned his gaze to the woman.

When she swayed slightly, he growled just a little. From what he sees, he noticed that she didn't seem capable of fighting, and that annoyed him. He hated killing things that were worthless, and unable to fight. So, he had two choices, 1: Kill her. And 2: Help her till she regains her strength, then kill her when shes capable of fighting back. Though, he figured choice two was to kind and Rraezanon didn't like that idea, and killing someone mercilessly was the better idea, but Fehade wanted a fight, a good one, one better then the pathetic people in the wagon had. He stared at her for long moments, before he reached into slightly small, but biggish pouch, and pulled out some bread that was wrapped in a black cloth. He always had some form of food on him for his journeys.

He tossed it over to the woman, and didn't care if it fell into the mud. He didn't know if she was hungry or not, but by the way she looked, she seemed tired, and since she had swayed, that proved him right. He turned on his heel and walked to the turned over wagon and peeked in, to see if anything lay inside.

Taras, she had said. Fehade sort of wanted to go there, and it would hopefully help him in his search for his sisters. But if he took the woman there, then he wouldn't be able to kill her really, unless half-way there, when she is stronger hopefully, then he could kill her with a fight. He considered all this a moment, then getting annoyed with himself for all his nonsense thinking.

He looked away from the wagon, and walked away from it, towards the woman again, his left hand was suddenly covered in a dark swirling like substance, though, it was his black magic. He wanted to just use Enervation on her. Right now, she seemed useless to him, and looked like a beggar also. Once more, he considered the choices had had, though, there was a third one; walk away, but then, that would be no fun. The blackness on his arm disappeared. He wouldn't use magic, yet, or anything, for the moment.
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AD had spaced out for a moment, not even noticing the food as it tumbled into the mud. Bread wasn't food to her hunger. It wanted fresh meat. It wanted blood. Then there was some pulse, some calling of power and AD's eyes, with an almost feral look growing from deep within them, the look of any true intelligence leaving her. As if in response to the unidentifiable power, her own unholy aura burned to life, surrounding her in a dark energy. Her eyes locked on him then and then... AD wasn't there anymore. Her hunger had taken over... Her hunger didn't know who all had killed these beings, but it was going to take them. It wanted the meat, now.

Aether Draka looked to the bodies, back at Fehade... Then she moved, or her hunger moved her body toward the kill it had decided to claim. It was a body not far from the wagon, giving her hunger an advantage over this foe...

AD never slept, so when she didn't have enough energy to live off of properly, her demonic side had developed a survival technique. It helped her hunger drive her to hunt, kill, and eat. To do so though, it had to push AD’s self, her self awareness who was suffering the most from the lack of energy, aside. More often then not, she never really remembered what happened when her hunger too over. That was how she now was to be found, but did not find herself, standing with her back to the overturned wagon, then kneeling over the fresh kill laying in front of her. She prodded it to make sure it really was dead. She didn’t recognize ir as a race, gender, or anything more then food at the moment. Keeping a weary eye on Fehade, she drew the dagger at her side.
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He kept his gaze on the woman, even as she moved over to the closest dead body of a male human, one of the first Fehade had killed. He glanced at the mans old looking sword that laid near the body, though, it was barely see able, by being covered by a bit of mud. He returned his gaze to the woman, who prodded the human, before she pulled out a dagger. Now, Fehade was disgusted. He never liked the thought of cannibalism, it always made him feel sick to his stomach, even if he tried to hide it. He watched her for another few seconds, before he walked over, slowly, though, as he noticed she still watched him sometimes. He crouched down, before the dead body, and looked at the woman.

"How about, we don't eat like a cannibal, and actually eat meat from an animal." He said, and fumbled in the same pouch he had withdrew the bread from, but this time, brought out some meat, also wrapped in cloth. The meat inside the cloth was fresh, he had killed a animal in the morning, and had to cook it, since he never ate raw meat, he also found that disgusting. He knew that the woman would most likely ignore that, as she seemed intent on eating the human he killed. He took the meat out the cloth stuff and set it on the human, almost like it was table, then he stood, and backed away a little, wondering a little of what the woman would do, though, he was nearly losing his patience and is tempted to use enervation on her now, or just slice her head off.

He wouldn't have given her the meat, but he sort of wanted a fight, though, this person really didn't even seem stable enough to do anything, especially how Fehade sees her now. And then, just recently, there was another reason why he didn't just kill her, it was the unholy aura coming from her. Fehade rarely killed anything, or anyone who had a unholy aura, or evil intents and such, mainly because it'd most likely get him in more trouble then he wanted.

He was already in trouble for not finding his three sisters yet, and it had been about a month since Hakri gave him the mission to find them, and when Hakri visits Fehade again, he knew it wouldn't be just a friendly conversation.
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She froze as he approached slowly, calmly, and then he took out some items... one he set on the body was... was cooked meat. AD stood up abruptly and took a step back, looking at the cooked meat. She didn't see the point of cooking it, except to perhaps maybe carry it with you for a long time... but her hunger was offended by it. She made a face and turned away from it and started to walk away, then she paused and took a few swift steps over and snatched up the cooked meat. AD was still there, hidden away under the hunger, and she was screaming so loudly at the hunger to not eat the people, that they were not food! Her hunger disagreed, but wasn't sure what difference cooking meat made. She continued walking then, going past the overturned wagon and heading down the path. The but of meat was gone quickly, but her hunger still wanted more. It was being picky now though. The food would soon enough provide enough energy fro a proper hunt. Let that stranger go about killing things and deciding they were not food after the hunt was over. That made no sense to her hunger. Killing was for food and anything that could be killed was thus food. Let him keep his spoiling meat, let him try to cook it in this weather, let him...

A movement of the side of the road caught her hunger's attention. AD paused on the far side of the wagon and took a step back so she was next to it. There she stopped completly and she shadows hid her from sight. Her hunger was a skilled hunter, it had to be. But not only that, it had Aether Draka’s demonic side to back it up...
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Fehade stared at her, and looked obviously disgusted by this whole thing, one, for staying and watching, and then how she was about to be like a cannibal, and then he had wasted his little food, but he never really even ate, cruelty fed him enough, to satisfy his hunger. He shifted slightly, before turning his attention away from the woman, and wondered where Evier maybe, and his two felines. Thinking about that, got him a little annoyed, they had come with him, but then he left them behind, before he entered Hauntwood Marsh, and now he wanted the nightmare, he wanted to get going, hoping to get in touch with Mara sometime, and to get a few more jobs done, as that is how he has been earning his gold, and stealing. He could just kill for what he wanted, but thats what most of his jobs were that he took, to kill, and then he always ended up killing the person who gave him the job, it was how the demon liked things.

His red eyes flicked over the dead bodies, feeling nothing for them, except his own pleasure of how he killed them all. He wondered then if anyone else would come by and see all the dead humans, but that really didn't matter to him, as long as he wasn't around, he didn't need more trouble with paladins, or knights of the god of light. He shook his head slightly, then walked down the road again, and past the wagon, ignoring the woman, even as she hid, he took no notice of the movement, then he stopped, and glanced about a moment, hearing the noise of something, then he did notice the movement. He looked at the side of the road, not seeing the crazy woman anywhere, but that didn't matter to him. He was curious to what the noise came from.

Then, suddenly, Nzalalih jumped out of the dark shadows from the road, and went straight to Fehade's side, sounding like the large cat was growling, even though, it was a purr like noise. The tiefling smirked, and scratched the cat behind the ears a moment, before wondering if Rozpalsariel was somewhere near. He looked up, his eyes scanning the place where the panther had come from, and sure enough, the large feline tiger was prowling in the brush on the side of the road, as if it was looking for food or something.
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