You like horror stories? Because you're in one. [SemiAdvPAFP]~female DemonHunter

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    Frost skips down the stairs whstling an old hunting song. "Hey!" she perks up happily as she sees the demon. "I hope Brunno treated you nicely. you look upset"! Her green eyes spark in a slow anger no one had ever really seen before. "The werewolf can be a bit rough at times..."

    Hunter narrowed his eyes odiously, "I look upset? Then that must mean I am upset. It's not like I'm imprisoned until they conclude when they're going to kill me or anything." He stood up and walked to the door to look at Frost. "Now what do you want?" The question was venomous and threatening.

    she smiles in a way that made his cell partner yelp and scuttle to a corner and cower. her smile was like a faerie's smile. venomous and meaningful. "I only wanted to wish you good luck. The head is serious but it has sense. if you don't back talk and act like you do now... they will accept you to work as a servant. I will bring you to the Trial myself..." she opened her mouth again as if to say something but closes it again. "See you tomorrow at five A.M". she smiles gently and turns walking delicately up the steps.


    a small creature walks up and watches her walk up the steps. its long lizzard tail twitches as it looks at the bars of its cell. "She is sweeter than she looks". it mutters and stretches its draggon like wings. it turns to Hunter. "I'm Pastel, a lucular Demon". he smiles and stands up and his long legs.

    OOC: What is a lucular demon?


    IC: Hunter didn't flinch at her menacing grin. He didn't reply to her 'behavioral expectations'. After she left he glanced at the dragon-like being he replied, "I'm Hunter..." Uncertainty was in his eyes of the creature next to him. "And I'm sure she is.." he grolwed.

    Lucular are the rarest of demon kind they are like dragons but also like cats. they have whiskers and are furry but have wings and lizzard tails. only certain people can capture them.


    pastel chuckles. "Sure dont like to talk much do yah"? he sits down his tail curling around his unsheathed paws. The demon's eyes narrow to curious slits. "Why do you act like that to her. She is trying to be friendly"?

    OOC: What do they do again?


    IC: "Friendly?" He scoffed, "I didn't know capturing someone and slicing open your chest just to put you in a metal cage would be a jesture of being friendly." He leaned on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest where his shirt was still soaked with the dark purple blood. After she was gone he changed back into a relatively normal appearance with his ears still pointy but not as prominant and his teeth less sharp to normal looking. The only thing that remained was his swishing tail.

    Oh sorry forgot about that... they have a way of being able to teleport. they can also blow fire, they can look into ones eyes and know their future also their past. they can hyptnotize one into doing its bidding they also kill with no mercy. he was caught for tortureof other hunters and the intocent.


    he bristles and rises to his hind paws. "You can't just feel all butt hurt! For one, it's not her fault se is the way she is. Didn't you notice how when she moves. she does so with a Limp? That is from her parents. what her parents had done to her"! he blinks and bares his pointed venomous teeth.

    OOC: Did you make this up or do you have a source for this kind of thing?


    IC: Hunter scoffed at his remark and responded brashly, "Didn't know it was possible for a demon to have a soft spot. And how the hell was I suppose to know all that? But you do make a point, I'll leave her a gift basket before I go to court." He smirked. After remembering his wound he looked around at his situation in malcontent. Hunter placed a hand on his chest and the shadows swirled around the area to heal it into a scar. He did the same on his shoulder.

    yes this may seem like im a book nerd but i read a book I can't remember what it's called but yah...


    Pastel snarls showing razor sgarp canines. "How dare you"! his hackles raise to their limit and he spits viciously. "All demons have soft spots! It's not my fault that she saved me from my trial... She does her best to be most unlike her parents, its not every day you meet a hunter like her." he puts his narrow snout through the bars not touching them in fear of the blessing.


    Frost takes a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Her brother sits accross from her with a spear and shield. she lunges at him, he meets her head on. Swerving around him she stabs the sword into his training armor. With a snarl he turns on her throwing the spear. She ducks under and smirks as the spear sticks into the wall. She does a perfect roll, hitting him with her shield, knocking him down she pins him. He makes a last struggle but gives in under her weight as she puts the training sword to his throat. "You've gotten better since I last saw you Frost"! She blushes at her brothers words. "Thankyou Damen, and to you to"!


    i had to give Frost a little part in this... ;)

    Oh alright... Seems legit


    Hunter looked at him with a glare, "Don't get your fur ruffled up. And not every demon does. I don't see Satan handing out goody bacgs and thank-you cards around. And I know as hell I don't. So don't waste your time trying to warm me up with fuzzy feelings about a girl's sad story." After cracking his knuckles he moved over to the bars to look out his hand touched the metal. But he quickly retracted it back after the burning feeling to his skin made a sizzling sound. "Damn. How long are we going to be here? No, a better question; how long have you been here?"


    And of course lol

    Pastel sits down letting his tongue whip through the bars in a offended way. "A month at the least... Frost is trying to get me out... well im going to sleep... Suns commin' up. You might as well get you're rest as well". he bows his head in goodnight and flaps his way to his little bed. he curls up into a ball and fall into a sleep.


    timeskip?

    After rolling his eyes Hunter rested his back on the cold metal wall in the back of his cell and closed his amber eyes. His tail swished to curl at his leg before he fell asleep.


    Sure

    Pastel lifts his striped head as soft steps sound from the stairs. "A female, Human, Barefoot, it's Frost"! he recoils and prances quietly to his bars. Frost's soft and calm voice sounds steadily. "Sh Pastel"! she reaches through the bars and rubs his furred head. He simulates a small purr and smiles.


    Frost retracts her hand and unlocks Pastels cell. His gold eyes widen and he jumps up. "I got you a job in gaurd duty for the city. you'l be patrolling it tonight. my wolf will show you to your room". The wolf smiles at Pastel faintly ring and takes Pastel upstairs. She turns to Hunter, "Wake up my friend, we go to the limmo escort in five minutes". She unlocks his cell and walks in, she was in her regular clothes and didn't have a weapon, she didn't think she would need one.

    Seeing the puppy expression and actions Pastel made made Hunter want to gag but he remained quiet in the back of his cell. But then Frost's job assignment made him draw his attention to the group across from his cell. He rolled his eyes and exhaled until he was disturbed by her opening his own cell. Seeing her unarmed surprised him. Something in his mind from his previous plans told him to knock her down right now and create a knife out of the shadows to get rid of the obstical and make a run for it. But instead he slowly got up, his tail swishing by his legs, "What?" Was all he could manage to say.

    She rolls her calm green gaze and smiles. "Your trial awaits"! she turns and looks back at him with a glance that said, "are you coming"? she walks out and waits. Her slender yet athletic and agile form casts a long shadow across the bloodstained floor. She yawns quietly and studies her fingernails. "Oh and you may want to clean up your act for the Clove. They can kill you on the spot when they have to. Oh annnd the lead judge is part faerie he knows if your lying".

    Hunter walked out of his cell to stand a few feet away from Frost, "What would I be lying about? It's like they don't trust me." He placed a hand on his heart as if he was hurt. This time his eyes weren't brown or gold, they seemed to be in an violet/dark purple state. The colors reflected his emotion and right now he felt curious, confused and a little agitated

    She smiles and chuckles sweetly. "Come on, our ride is waiting". with and smirk and a laugh she disapears upstairs as quietly as a shadow. She waits for them on the couch.

    In reaction to her smirks Hunter rolled his eyes and furrowed his brow as he continued up the stairs to meet up with Frost for the ride that will lead him to his trial. With crossed arms he leaned against the wall next to the couch until everyone was ready to get into the car. The thought of being enclosed in a car like he was a prisoner made the hairs on the back of his neck raise and his eyes to narrow in disgust.

    "Oh don't be so cross! It will only be for a while, now I have to cuff you cause if the driver sees you uncuffed he won't leave the road." She takes his wrists gently and locks his wrists firmly, but not to firmly, into a silver cuff. She walks him out, hands around the cuff, and sets him in the car. She skips around the car and sits beside him. "The old cemetery at south entrance". The car drives, slowly, but it seemed to be at a fast pace inside. She leans back, not bothering to buckle, and presses a button. Champagne and two crystal glasses come from a side of the car. "Champagne"? She pours herself a glass and spins the liquid inside. The shine comming from the glass makes a dagger in her boot glint and shine brightly. She reaches down and puts the dagger all the way in her boot cutting off the shine. As if it never happened she looks at him with a questioning look as if to say, 'well champagne or no'?