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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 3, 2007 19:13:26 GMT -5
My eyes flashed red as I leaned to the side, the blade slipping harmlessly past me. My hand rose to the blade on my back, gripping the hilt. I did not draw the weapon, though, running my hand up and down the leather-bound item. I wasn't going to tip my hand, not yet.
Let's not make a scene...
I remarked with a sigh, pulling my hand from my weapon with a bit of effort. I whipped my black gauntlet off my hand, a little firelight catching the tattoos and making them shimmer. I gripped my fist, eyes boring into my opponent with an unnatural coldness in them.
But I won't hold back it you push the fight.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 3, 2007 19:31:17 GMT -5
Mirage stumbled into the chair next to Daemon. She picked herself up and whirled around even more enraged, her eyes ablaze with hatred. She began to question if she had made an error in not killing him when he had first sat down. Mirage began to circle Daemon; the tip of her sword towards the ground. Her gaze fell on the tattoo wrapping around his arm. The magic was almost over powering. The elven side was once more trying to use logic and self preservation to over rule the primal and hate filled side of the shade. The elven side was loosing that duel. "Why so unwilling to fight Daemon?" hissed Mirage as she continued to circle him.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 3, 2007 20:02:13 GMT -5
=I don’t know what’s worth fighting for= =Or why I have to scream=
I'm a little tired of it, truthfully. You haven't been fighting as long as me, Mirage darling. It's only a few years, grant it, but I killed my first person at the age of five, ten years before you. I'll just say I'm experienced in such things, yeah?
I replied, un-clenching my fist and lifting my eyes to look at hers. I could sense there was darkness, growing like a virus, and a small voice int he back of my head whispered to me. It was not the demon I was so accustomed to hearing, his voice like a grating stones, but instead something soft and sweet, innocence, laced through the gently spoken phrases. Why don't you help her instead of hurting her?
She deserves to die. Oh dear gods, don't tell me I'm schizophrenic.
I placed my hand on the wood counter, nails digging into the surface and digging up splinters. With a whispered word, I flung my hand in Mirage's directions, millions of splinters breaking off from the table and moving forward, their goal to pierce her flesh.
=I don’t know how I got this way= =I know it’s not alright=
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Post by Mirage on Sept 3, 2007 20:09:42 GMT -5
Mirage dove to the floor, trying to outrun the wave of splinters flying at her. "AUGH!" Mirage shrieked as she hit the floor, her sword landing just out of reach. Blood oozed from many places on her legs, face, and arms. Most of the cuts weren't too bad, but some were pretty nasty gashes. But it wasn't the cuts that were harming her, it was the wave of magic that followed it that left her on the ground, near to passing out. She fought to find a focus, but everything turned red and then black. She was out and knew no more.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 5, 2007 14:37:54 GMT -5
I looked down at her still form, blood seeping form several wounds I had inflicted. There was silence in the bar, their eyes resting accusingly on me. I didn't seem them, but I felt them. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, transfixed by an image that seemed so familiar. Why so familiar? Why always like this? the faces of a a hundred men, of their bodies, floated in my mind, emerging from the mist and fading just as quickly. I could remember how they had fallen, so much like her, only dead. I could remember how the angle had changed as I grew taller, or if I was injured and leaning over. I knew their faces, could draw them perfectly. Never would I learn their names.
I felt almost like in a dream, and with a shake of my head I turned away, meaning to walk away and leave the scene behind me before the images progressed to a place I didn't want to go.
You're just gonna leave her? a patron blurted out, covering his mouth instantly and shrinking back into the crowd as I gazed his way. Building courage he stepped forward slightly, finishing his point. I mean, ain't you gonna finish her off? I rolled my eyes.
Shouldn't it be obvious by now that was never my intention?
I sighed. It almost had been, I knew that. My rage to often weakened me to the commands of my demon, and my demon to often let rage slip form his grasp to infuriate me in situations like this.
W... well, you can't just.... leave 'er...
He continued, bitting his lip. I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing he was partly right. This wasn't exactly the nicest part of town, and I didn't think the bartender would have a second thought about dumping her out on the street for anyone to pick up. I had knocked her out, after all,wasn't it my responsibility?
Watch me.
I growled. But I didn't move.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 7, 2007 19:17:17 GMT -5
Minutes passed as Mirage lay there. A groan come from her as she stirred. "What happened....?" she mumbled as she started to get up off of the floor. She yelped as a splinter dug into her arm. Mirage retrieved her sword, still trying to figure out just exactly what had happened to her. Then she saw Daemon; he looked like he just wanted to leave her. A mixture of confusion and anger came over her as she asked, "Why didn't you leave me or even kill me?"
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 7, 2007 19:24:38 GMT -5
Well, screw it, if that's the thanks I get for trying to do the right thing, I think I would have rather killed you.
I growled, noting for the first time I still held my sword in my hand, If I didn't want this fight to continue, it would be smart to sheath that, which I did hastily. I was so not in the mood for this tonight, for many reasons.
Look, you're the one who started this, so it's your fault, in the first place. And secondly, I really think you should drop this whole vengeance thing before you get yourself hurt...er.
Hurter, right, it's a word...
Dork.
What the heck, did I ask for your input?!
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Post by Mirage on Sept 7, 2007 19:31:58 GMT -5
Mirage was embarrassed when Daemon said that. He was right, she should for once try to do the right thing for the right reason. The shade screamed at her to continue the fight, but the elf was shouting back at her to sheath the sword and hang the whole revenge thing and just walk away. Mirage struggled as she sheathed the sword completing the mental battle, for the moment at least. "It's just that you've always killed people, so why should I expect differently when I find myself at your mercy?" Mirage asked, as she tried to comprehend the fact that she had just received both mercy and grace for the first time in her life.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 7, 2007 20:15:21 GMT -5
I narrowed my eyes, not from anger, but pure exhaustion.
I stopped killing people a while ago, girl. I only kill when I have to and for... other reasons. Why do you think I left the King's Army? Pay wasn't good enough?
I countered, crossing my arms and leaning against he bar. It wasn't the a relaxed lean, it was more of an observational lean. My eyes scanned the room, body tense and ready for action. The people here continued to eye us, but many had returned to their drinks, feeling the situation had been resolved. More then one looked nervous, though.
How many do you think he controls? Surely he's seen to it that there's a spy in every tavern.
My intruder's ongoing commentary was wearing on me now. I didn't need his help, not by a long shot, but I still listened to him despite this conviction. Perhaps my own emotions were effecting him, perhaps...
My thoughts wandered to much, that's what he perhaps was.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 7, 2007 20:32:25 GMT -5
Mirage sank down into a chair and put her head in her hands. "It's just that you've killed so many people." Right, like I haven't killed a lot of people including my father.... She looked up at Daemon and shook her head. "You've changed since we last met, perhaps for the better. The Daemon I knew would have killed me. I guess now I'm the one who has to walk a different path than the one I've been going down... but I can't trust anyone can I? Not after all that's happened anyways..."
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 7, 2007 20:44:48 GMT -5
I could have never killed you...
When you give up the ability to trust others, you give up your life. You are simply an empty shell if you cannot trust.
It felt like I was preaching, and to a degree I was, but this came from experience. I'd tried leaving the world to itself, drawing into myself and trusting nothing. Even with such a desire, I could not escape from it for long. I began to trust my dear Hogosha, then he was taken away from me. Even a cave could not hide me from the issues of trust and love, as thick as the walls were.
I tsked, turning my head away from her, faking disgust.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 7, 2007 20:53:54 GMT -5
"How can one learn to trust when everyone you trusted either was murdered or betrayed you?" Mirage hissed. When she had first seen Daemon she hadn't thought it would end up like this at all. she felt anger rising back up in her. She couldn't take it any more. If she stayed in the tavern, another fight would break out and possibly more blood would be spilled on her account. So forgetting the pain from the splinters she stood up, slammed a coin down on the counter, and marched out of the tavern with a grim look on her face.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 7, 2007 21:10:35 GMT -5
Oops.
Oops? No, good. Let her go. Less trouble.
No, more trouble for me. I'm gonna feel guilty later.
Guilt is an emotion.
Would you shut-up?!
I could feel him tense in me, anger rippling over my mind quickly. My control frustrated him, he knew his power was steadily decreasing. As each morning passed, I felt a little bit more normal. It was almost reassuring.
I scratched the back of my neck quickly, my finger running over the scar there. A bad habit from my old days.
My moment of indecision passed, I sighed, leaving the bar and walking briskly after her.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 7, 2007 21:15:13 GMT -5
Mirage knew she was being followed, and she assumed it was either some one trying to kill her or Daemon. She turned around, really not in the mood for another confrontation. "Why are you following me Daemon?" Mirage asked irritatedly.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Sept 7, 2007 21:30:12 GMT -5
I kept my eyes from her, knowing I tended to let to much emotion leak from them. They told every lie and secret I held, against my will.
I heard rumors of Waefae's men getting a foothold here.
I remarked, shoving my hands into my pockets. I curled my arms forward, trying to close my open coat some as the chill night air bit into me. At least I was warmer then when I'd been wearing that sleeveless outfit. Memories of the hurricane I lived through passed through my mind quickly, brining a smile to my face.
Safety in numbers?
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