Posts by Reyes

Reyes was fortunate enough to hear the incantation, and also to hear it alone, with no one else around. She wasn't high up on the metaphorical totem pole, and likely would have been pushed aside if anyone else had heard. Even if the incantation was pronounced horribly (which it was, to her refined hearing), a disgrace to its power, any creature of the Underworld would have eagerly snatched up the chance to see who was summoning one of them. But there was no one else besides her.

And so she followed the call, choosing to act of her own accord before it dragged her along with it. The transition was quick and clean enough for her, but for the waiting Spellpaw, well, perhaps books were falling down all around him, perhaps the library shelves were shaking. Summoning a demon always had some effect on the mortal world. Reyes narrowed her eyes, preparing for when she moved out of the Underworld. Maybe she could have a bit of fun with whoever this person was. It was a change from being in the dark realms for all eternity., at least.

She first appeared as a smoky mist in front of Spellpaw, nothing but blackness and a pair of glowing red eyes. She coalesced quickly, though, collapsing down into a form of a black deer. Wings fluttered open at her sides, antlers adding a striking effect to her appearance. Her red eyes had faded into a light silver, so pale that they looked almost colorless. Barely a moment passed by before she'd lunged forward, spreading her wings wide for extra effect. "Who dares summon me?" she thundered, striking one hoof against the floor. "Who are you, mortal?"

I am Spellpaw of StormClan. Who are you, demon? The peryton huffed a bit at his answer, throwing her head back. He answered her so quickly, so fearlessly. She had, of course, noted the way his voice cracked--he was undeniably young, wasn't he? Probably much too young to truly control her, to bind her to his will. Ah, this will be fun. How much would she be able to get away with? But bold too, to ask her so directly about herself. She wouldn't immediately answer that particular question, though, to see how he reacted. Did he even know that he could command her, could force her to respond? Likely not, but he did know she was a demon, after all. Best to take as much power as she could right now, to enforce her strength over his. The more power she had, the less he did--and the less ability he had to order her around, or so she'd heard. "Spellpaw, hmm?" Her voice was immeasurably softer, though still just as harsh, just as forceful. "Little young one. Nice.... So you know what I am, hmm? You know I could devour you in an instant, and yet still you aren't shaking in fear? Ah hah! I'd love to taste your courageousness, little child. So brave, so... mortal."

//sorry, i was on vacation this last week and didn't have internet access (which i did expect to have)

i'll make a reply tomorrow, as it's pretty late here

"But I know enough," the peryton shot back almost immediately, tossing her head. After all, what was there to know, besides that mortals were weak, their life energy so easily taken? She would survive no matter what--why did she need a mortal, and a child at that, to help her? "Mortals die easily and quickly. None can even dare to challenge me." Still, his words had intrigued her. Most demons cared nothing for knowledge, preferring instead to focus on their fighting skills, their strength, trying to achieve a higher place in the hierarchy. But Reyes had seen thousands of battles, and it was not always the largest and most powerful that won. Strategy and clear thinking played a part as well--and that was why she'd devoted herself to learning as much as she could of the Underworld. She didn't see how learning from a mortal could help her much, but surely it couldn't hurt. "I suppose, though, that it'd be best to avoid fights caused by law-breaking. I don't want to be injured here, not if it's unnecessary." And especially not by a mortal. "You can teach me what to do and not to do, if I don't want to make trouble for myself?"

Reyes turned away once it was settled, flicking her ears disinterestedly. She barely paid attention after the first word, not much caring about what he said afterwards. For now she'd behave, and attempt to fit in--because it was easier that way--but eventually she'd probably stray from the straight-and-narrow path. Being good was boring--she knew that already, although she'd never had occasion before to act that way. But then one word caught her particular interest; something unfamiliar that she'd never heard before. "What's a proclan?" she asked, her gaze still fixed on the library shelves, the ones that her summoning had knocked down. The sight reminded her of something else, another question. "How did a little young child like you manage to summon a demon in the first place?"

A day--maybe two, maybe three--had passed since Spellpaw had first (accidentally) summoned the demon, and in that time she'd stayed off to herself. Even though she wasn't mortal, her body still was, still flesh-and-blood, and she'd had to adjust to it. The winged, antlered deer form was better than others she could've had, true--agile and swift and nimble. It wasn't terribly big or strong, but she didn't care. Her focus lay in using strategy to hep her win, not brute muscle. But now she was quite used to its constraints, how she couldn't push it on and on forever. That fact was greatly irritating, though she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Reyes had decided that as long as she was stuck in the mortal world, she'd better get along with them--but she needed to have her fun as well. Thus, she had gone hunting--why not kill two birds with one stone? Though now she didn't really need meat to live, she wanted to keep working on her skills, and this way she could also get an overview of the territory. The melanistic demon strode proudly into the camp, dragging a young fawn's carcass behind her. It'd been left alone by its mother, and from its scrawny frame and dull fur, it was ill. She'd made the kill with ease, using her sharp hooves and antlers as a weapon, in place of claws and teeth. "Hello, StormClan! I've brought a gift!" Of course she wouldn't know that her sudden appearance would probably startle or scare some people, since they didn't know her at all. Nor would she know that such a gift in a proclan probably wouldn't be welcomed. Back in the Underworld, she'd had to fight for enough food to survive, and gifts of meat carried a significance of great respect. She figured that it would mean the same up here.

The peryton dropped the carcass, a slight gleam of recognization entering her dark eyes as Spellpaw approached. She had figured that since he was here, and he'd summoned her, then she was supposed to live here as well. However, as he spoke, she was quickly puzzled. Was she not supposed to be here, after all? Reyes didn't know--and in her mind, uncertainty was one of her biggest weaknesses. Catching the look he shot her, she nodded a bit, some of her nervousness erased now. For whatever reason, he wanted these others to not know that he knew her, apparently. Reyes cast him a quick glare, meaning that they'd discuss this later--what, exactly, did he expect from her? But for now, sure, she would play along. Why not? "Ah, I was hoping to join," she said quickly. "I meant this as a gift for you, if you'll have me." She pulled the fawn carcass forward with her teeth, nudging it over to Spellpaw's feet. "I'm called Reyes."

She took in the information, committing it to memory. The warrior code? She'd have to learn of their laws as soon as possible, although she was no proud, noble warrior, one whose virtues were honor and loyalty. Reyes was more of a thief, really, or even an assassin--someone who was at home in the shadows, on the wrong side of the law. The peryton moved forward as he cleared off some rubble, picking out a ragged, tattered scroll. "I'm surprised you could even read it--actually, I'm surprised that your proclan even had this. I suppose summoning a demon isn't exactly encouraged?" Despite its sad shape, she could still pick out a few words here and there, though likely not enough to summon another demon. Still... such a thing could be dangerous. "It should be destroyed," she murmured quietly, glancing around. "And we need to get rid of anything else like it--anything that might have a connection to the Underworld."

She looked around with interest, curiosity filling her gaze as members started scurrying around. Were they truly... afraid, of her? They didn't even know that she was a demon, and yet she'd stirred them up just by coming into camp! One of them, though, approached her with apparent ease, confidence radiating off of her. "I do apologize, if I have caused any trouble," Reyes said, dipping her head respectfully. Spellpaw wanted her to keep up this charade, and she would do so, for as long as it pleased her to pretend that she wasn't a demon and that he hadn't been the one to summon her. Besides, this was the leader of this particular group of mortals, if her words were true. Reyes wanted to make a good impression. "I meant nothing by it, truly. I... am afraid that many of your customs are as yet unknown to me, but now I see that coming into the heart of your home can be... very concerning to some. The fawn is meant as a gift, in thanks for you allowing me to stay here--it is a custom where I come from." Most of her words were based on truth, of course--easier to fabricate lies that way, if one started with a grain of truth.

"And the same to you," she replied, grinning. Reyes turned her head, studying the camp, analyzing, just barely catching his glance. "A tour would be wonderful, thank you. This is where you live and sleep, for the most part, yes?"

//museless

His words resonated with her--if this was a place of knowledge, then surely it must be the right place for her. They likely didn't have much--if anything--on the Underworld and its intricate politics, but she didn't need them to. Military strategy, though, was another matter entirely. Surely they had something that would help her. Reyes paused at his next words, her head jerking back a bit in confusion. She couldn't exactly say why the scroll made her so unnerved--she didn't quite know herself, only that keeping it safe would probably lead to danger for her eventually. Demons would likely come into the mortal world no matter what, but she wanted to prevent that from happening as much as possible. If they knew she was up here, then they'd recruit her to their side--and she wouldn't be able to stop that, if they held any sort of power. She hated being used for someone else's goals. "No. Some types of knowledge should not be known, should be destroyed. Or, do you want more demons coming up into the mortal world? What if someone... unsavory gets hold of this? What kind of chaos can they unleash?" True, it was highly unlikely anyone could put enough words together to summon another demon, but she was desperate. And that gave her another idea, seeing that he probably wouldn't back down quite so easily. "You say that there are people who research this, that they would find something like this useful. But, how useful is it really? A demon-summoning scroll--they must have tons of those. What further information can be gleaned from a ragged old piece of paper, with hardly illegible words?"

She tilted her head, considering his words. It was a good argument, but she still wasn't certain. "Quite a pretty speech, to be sure," she said at last. The peryton had realized, though, that he likely wouldn't back down, no matter what she said. Let him deal with the consequences later, if it does come to pass. "If you want it left undestroyed, then leave it alone. Perhaps nothing bad will happen, maybe it will. Just... put it in a safe, secure place, alright?" She grimaced inwardly at her own words--it was only her first day, and already she was compromising with a mortal? "Tell me about this place, then. This... StormClan."

The peryton wasn't that interested in helping out; however, this would be a good chance for her to visit someplace else, learn more about the mortal world. She'd been quick to memorize StormClan's politics--any bit of information was useful, after all--and so she knew the basics about their allies. But surely there was so much more to them than the little pieces she knew. "I can take the District," she said finally, after much consideration.

She hesitated, considering his offer. It would be nice to have a guide, but... she felt sure that there was another reason for him offering. Why else would he do such a thing? Reyes wasn't used to actions done out of kindness--she figured everything had an ulterior motive to it, if one dug deep enough. Still, she didn't want to run the risk of getting lost, or unknowingly doing something she shouldn't. Mortals could be so odd sometimes, so unpredictable. "Sure," she finally agreed, the word drawn-out and hesitant. "Just this once, alright?"

She made a little fluttering motion with her wings--her equivalent of a shrug. "No time like the present, isn't that the saying?" Sure, they needed some time to actually put together a gift basket, but how long could that really take?

Reyes came over shortly after Spellpaw, the black peryton looking quizzically over the SunClan ambassadors. How was she to treat them? As friends, allies? She supposed so, judging from her clanmates' reaction, but the demon wasn't quite sure. In her experience, alliances could be broken just as easily as they could be made, and she didn't want to form any lasting relationships if these guys might turn out to be enemies down the road. "Greetings," she said at last, forcing some tenderness into her usually gruff tone. "Call me Reyes."

"What's this?" the peryton asked curiously, bending her head to sniff at the letter. The words were written in an unfamiliar script, but she thought she recognized a few. However, the words she did know were in no way enough to gather a meaning from the note, so she would just have to wait for someone to explain it to her. Was this a common custom, then? Dropping notes from the skies?

The demonic peryton glanced over at Spellpaw before turning her attention to George, letting her dark gaze rest on him. "A new leader, mmm?" she said, in a vaguely sing-songy tone. Her more manic side was coming out, but for the moment she did her best to rein it in. No need for people to see just how crazy she was, after all. "Are you going to be successful, or are you going to crash and burn?" she asked, again in that odd lilting voice, daring him. Was it rude? Maybe, but her usual personality combined with her mania meant she didn't care. Why should she be worried about being rude to a mortal? "Not easy being a leader, is it?"

You could add Reyes up there--I'll get her more active soon! She's a melanistic peryton with silver eyes (perytons are essentially winged stags).

Reyes followed, her silver eyes flicking disinterestedly over the visitor. Another mortal, it seemed, but apparently immortals were all over the vast network of Clans. People who--presumably--shared her views, her opinions; perhaps people she could get along with while she was bound to a mortal. The peryton had already seen for herself that most mortals were different from the stories, more cunning and powerful than she had ever imagined they could be, but still. She was a demon, a creature of chaos and fire and the night, and these others were no match for her, if she was ever released from her bindings. "Of course we're home," she said, almost snapping. "Do you not notice our scents, our borders?" It was probably just a rhetorical question, but she was sick and tired of rhetorical questions, of questions that had an obvious answer. Why ask something you already knew the answer to?