Is this the end of Humanity? (RolePlay Thread!)

Tero felt his own veins tighten as the leader fell to the ground, not just fell, but collapsed! Her very knees had buckled under herself, and had gave. The albino rushed over to the leader, kneeling next to her still being. "Silvette?" he said in a uncertain tone. The crimson eyes of the leader looked lazily at the deputy she had chosen some months back. Tero knew at that moment, it took him one glance over the ginger-haired female to tell she wouldn't last another five minutes. Much less another two years to teach him the ropes of being a leader. The albino said nothing, feeling a sickness rise into his throat, the utter silence from the normally loud leader didn't make it any better either. "Their's nothing that can be done... is there?" Tero said softly, watching as the red-haired leader simply smiled lightly before shaking her head. "Not in the slightest." Silvette said in a steady tone. The albino was amazed at her calmness about the situation, she had feared nothing, not even the impending doom that weighed over her.
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Dieler felt Catalina awaken, it took the girl only moments to see what was going on, and beginning to struggle to get to the now deathly pale ginger-haired leader. The blonde simply put the teenager down, not even trying to hold her back from trying to help the dying leader. "There is really nothing that can be done." he warned her, before looking at the tribe of False Sapins. Which had all now drawn their weapons like they were going to war. Looking at Pascel, he could see the blind rage on the Golden Heart's face. Dieler shook his head. "If we fight there will be more casualties." the blonde said to the younger albino, placing a hand on his once-apprentice's shoulder, and taking the blade from his hand, despite the crystaline's edge biting into his palm as he took it from Pascel. "Please move out of the way, and there will be no farther trouble." Dieler said to the False sapin group, earning a laugh from it's leader who was cleaning the edge of her spear of the leader's blood. "Oh, no farther trouble? I doubt that. And plus, I wanna wear your skin like a little coat, and grind your bones to make petta bread for my people. But don't worry, unlike you.... not a thing will be wasted." she said, now walking over to Dieler, challenging his courage and authority. Almost like she knew that the blonde would never hurt her people, no mater what. "too bad, if this hadn't happened, you and I may have gotten along.~ Me and you aren't that different are we?" the grey skinned false sapin said in a fluffy flowing voice, Dieler knew in that moment that she was slightly flirting with him before he died, not like that was a surprise, the false sapins were known for doing things of this sort towards humans, mainly as amusement, like a game. But two could play that game!

(Both of the guilds are out on their missions, the Guild of the Golden Heart's just caught a Death Bringer, and are trying to get back to the village. A group of hostile, Wild false sapins that are the embodiment of lambs, and other curly haired things is in their way, and they have just killed the leader of the Forest. Pretty much it looks like a fight is going to break out between both of the giulds against a tribe of humanoid monsters. C: {welcome back! })

Dieler hissed as one particularity violent false sapin seemed to charge, he no longer had time to waste, not anymore. He knew he couldn't hurt a False sapin on purpose but he could fake it with the best of them. With one quick movement he grabbed the spear from the leader of the tribe, and shoved her back with it, due to her own try at keeping it in her hands, the violent sudden puss back not only winded her, making her gasp for air, and shoved her to the ground. Dieler now had a spear, and no longer needed the crystaline sword, he felt Pascel rip the sword from his hands. The blonde held the staff to the false sapin's throat, pressing against the wind-pip in order to cause trouble breathing, and make it harder for her to regain herself after such a hit. "I dare you to kill me, blonde one." he heard the grey skinned false sapin hissed, her grey hands grabbed to the edge of the spear, and look of pure challenge on her face. Dieler gritted his teeth, she had seen right through his little act. Dieler shook his head, as he quickly leaped back to avoid an attack from any of the group.
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Pascel made a noise, before re-adjusting his grip. "If Dieler can't manage to kill you, than I can do it for him!" the albino exclaimed, feeling the need to avenge the death of Silvette, even if the two had been enemies, she had been human, which was reason enough for him. The 21 year old could feel the protective second-nature of his kicking in, the need to protect those around him, and the desire to cease the lives of those who threatened them. Who threatened him. Pascel ran a hand through his white hair, before slashing the sword through the air, as he leaped closing the gap between himself, and the nearing tribe of false sapins. The albino would have been lying if he said that he didn't think that the feeling of the crystaline sword ripping through enemy flesh wasn't the most satisfying thing ever. The terrified scream of a few false sapins was like a victory for him. He had damaged a few. That had been his goal.
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Bell winced as she witnessed other false sapins being sliced, even if this tribe of more sheepy, and lamb-like humanoids wasn't where she came from, they where still her species, and seeing them being sliced by a monster-killing sword stung like being burned by one of Dieler's cigarettes. The younger grass sapin felt hands cover her eyes, she was pretty sure Elliot had done so, as he was not squeamish around this kind of thing as she was. Bell felt sick, like her whole middle area had just been turned inside out, or maybe even like something had crawled into her stomach and started a tango fest in there. "What?" Bell asked, but was hushed, as she felt herself being back away from the horrid scene. But then she heard Elliot echo what she had said, a question, whoever this was it was not Elliot. And the thought scarred her. If only she was a fire false sapin! She could burn the strangers hand for touching her! "come, darling, you will be safe with us." came a voice, Bell could feel her skin go cold at the voice, it was that pudgy, pink-fleshed sapin from earlier, the one with the battle axe strapped to her thigh. At the very thought Bell let the other sapin walk her backwards, farther from the group of humans she had grown to trust, farther from Dieler, the one who had trained her in the way of the humans. Farther from what she now knew as safety, and farther into the unknown world of the forest beyond the village.

Okay, sorry StoneBrair. It was nice having you on the thread. >^<

Pascel mad a face, the silly false sapin thought that he could take on the leader of the group who were known for killing monsters? Even trapping them?! The albino dodged from the blow that the wild false sapin had hoped to hit on him, tightening his fingers around the leather hilt of his crystaline sword. The 21 year old was fairly sure of his own power, and of his own skill. Even more so when it came to killing monsters, the white-haired leader charged forward, slicing through air in the hope to slice the sapin through, he wasn't playing games anymore. If anymore people died he didn't know what he'd do about it. Pascel paused, when he saw the deputy of the forest collapse, to the golden heart's leader it seemed that the forester where dropping like flies from the fatal wounds. But Pascel no longer had the mindset to protect them, he'd have to rely on Dieler's fantastic healing skills to help the bloody warrior, that little did he know, was his own flesh and blood.
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Tero has struggled to his un-even feet, feeling the world around him tipping like some kind of lop-sided top, or maybe even a boat on crashing waves. The large gashes in his stomach, and major blood lose was more than just catching up with him, it was making him suffer like his whole torso, and throat was on fire. Feeling his very sense of balance falter, the albino in disguise fell to his knees,removing the scarlet helmet, wanting to rip the ginger wig from his head to let him skin breath again. But for now feeling the air on his face would have to do. Tero pressed his bloody palms into the dirty, feeling his very head start to spin, and his vision beginning to shut down, black closing in suffocating his surroundings like a smokey smog. Pressing one hand to the wounded area, he could feel the warm, sticky crimson, and it made him feel even more sick. The very pulsing of his heart now ringing in his ears like a warning bell. It was then that all feeling left his being, though he still felt awake, he couldn't see, and his very sense of hearing was becoming more blotted by the second. All he heard was muffled talking, he was certain it was Dieler. Not like Tero really believed that the blonde could do anything for him now.

Pascel blinked at the false sapin, the monster's very voice had cracked. " Hm... we should test that shouldn't we... someone who is high, and mighty, would have power. Would have strength." he said shortly before crossing his arms. "As the second most knowledgeable person on the topic of monsters, and the hunting, and killing of them I am pretty powerful... and I do have a good deal of strength from all that training." the albino said tapping his fingers against his blade, causing a sharp sound. Pascel seemed to tut, like he was thinking, slightly on the idea of taming this false sapin. "Have you found your sense of reason yet? Or should I slice you in half?" the 21 year old said with a short smile on his face, he always had to pretend to be this heartless, sadistic person out here, around these monsters, cause that's what they were.
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Dieler hissed at Catalina. "I'm doing my best! Bandages, and medicine can only do so much when someone is this far gone." the blonde said sharply, pressing bandages, and gauz to the wounds, but it took only seconds for the white medical tapes to become red with blood. "Wha?~" the dizzy voice of Tero muttered, and Dieler smiled slightly. "Man, you are stubborn as hell!" the doctor said as he took the needle from his sleeve, which is where he kept his needles, and began to do his best to stop the bleeding, and close the wound. Despite the sudden cringing from Tero, who was suddenly tense. The blonde knew that of all the things that the albino knew, it was that he was in pain. That was probably about it. Dieler cursed softly under his breathe, if only he had all of his equipment! With some more medical tap, some staples, and some internal gauz this kinda thing would normally have been slowed, or even stopped by now. But all he had was outer scratchy gauze, bandages, and stitches.
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Slicing, dicing, wonderful murky blood! Crimson colors were dancing across the pudgy, pear-shaped being of Dantalia, the stone-axe wielding, pink-skinned, lamb girl with curled horns that wrapped around her ears, and pressed her fluffy hair to her head along the side of her face. The lamb false sapin rubbed her light pink skinned arm across the blunt edge of her weapon, blood scrapping across her sensitive skin, before she quickly leaped back into battle. Grabbing a white-coated female, who had a sword of crystal, and boots of steel-toes. Dantalia swung her heavy, two-handed axe, feeling a crushing, but the sound was not of bone, but of bark, blinking, the false sapin frowned as her axe had hit the tree, the target had ducked, and dodged like a pro. "You little coward! Stay still so I can wear your skin like a pelt!" the pink-skinned female exclaimed, adjusting her firm grip on the axe, before charging the strange woman. Dantalia gasped, as something, smooth, cold, and heavy was suddenly clasped around her throat, and dropped there, she felt the steel biting into her collar bones. Dropping her axe in a slight panic, she quickly began to pry, and pull at the steel collar around her throat, it was lose, but not enough to get it over her head. The false sapin felt a sinking feeling in her gut, she had just been captured hadn't she? The fear was confirmed as a sharp, rough tug yanked her backwards from the collar. Snapping around, and snarling at the captor, she was quick to try attacking them, but to no avail, they had her axe now, and were avoiding all her attacks with aggravating ease. "Release me you fools!" she exclaimed as loud as her lungs could let her yell. "You will regret trying to tame me!"

(Sorry for the delay guys, I was sick yesterday. >^<)

Dieler winced at the loud scream from the female, he'd have to rely on the better sense of currently clouded judgement of Pascel to rescue her. The blonde not only was busy trying to stop Tero's bleeding, but had a oath saying he could, and would not attack any false sapin ever, no matter what. So even if he wanted to help he couldn't have done a thing for the bleeding girl, until the creature was away from her. Pressing his bloody hands to the albino's middle, Dieler hissed, he had just remembered that he was covered in monster too. At least the sharp smell of the monster blood should currently override the scent of blood from other predators. Standing at he realized there was nothing else he could do, the blonde looked over at Pascel, who seemed to be weighing the situation.
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Pascel ran a hand through his hair, glaring at the large false-sapin who had attacked the commoner, his mortality screamed at him to slice through the large brutish false-sapin. Taking a uncertain step toward the monster, but then returned his gaze to the smaller false-sapin who had attempted to attack him just a few moments earlier, and had a grudge against him that probably wasn't going to be going away any time soon. Huffing, and glancing once more over at the monster, he gestured with his sword,pointong at the smaller false-sapin . "Be grateful my better sense of judgement isn't all clouded. " Pascel hissed before turning quickly racing over to the attacked commoner,who had the strange monster drinking from her shoulder, and charging at the large, brute of a false-sapin. It was only at the last moment that it registered, false-sapins didn't drink blood.... they didn't even eat human, much less so ruthlessly drink a living one's blood. Pascel seized up as his felt his eyes widen, the only thing that he could think of was one of the worse possible things.... could this be a demon within the form of a false-sapin?! He had never fought a demon, as one had never came near the village during his 3-year leadership of the guild. Only Dieler knew how to kill, or even tame a demon. Pascel would be no match for something like that.