Posts by azazel arcanium.

Recognizing them as WindClanners by their scents, the young catsune gave the two courteous nods, glad to see that she'd been greeted so quickly. "Hello, Luke and Eloise," she spoke, looking over to the female WindClanner when she said the last part of her words. But, no matter, learning about WindClan and its people was part of her job here, anyway.

"Yes, I am from SunClan; I'm the ambassador from my home to yours," the vampire replied, supposing that was the fact to get out of the way before she continued. "SunClan fairs well; we are having an abundance of events lately with the Renaissance festival, as I'm sure WindClan will receive an invite for. As for our wars, well, our enemies seem to have subsided for now." Besides the captures, that is, but Aazazel was thinking more in terms of raids; besides, she was not fully aware of the warfare area of the Clan, mostly concerning herself with healing and commune instead.

Pushing her gifts forward, she would then inquire, "How fares WindClan?"

Near Suga's booth was Azazel's, containing an assortment of small potted herbal plants and various types of candles. The kitsune's three tails swished behind her as she moved to look over to her dad's cool poisons, though. "Do you have any paralysis potions or other poisons for incapacitating?" she inquired, supposing she might as well barter while she hadn't any potential buyers.

interaction with azazel o:

she doesn't realize she's slowly turning into a demon so perhaps he can tell her and stoof

dude azazel would do that in revenge for if he tried to tidy up her apartment by trimming back all her overgrown plants

sibling rivalry!!

private thread and then an open one sounds good to me!!

want me to make the private one where azazel discovers her clean apartment w/ levi in it or do you wanna make it?

Hearing the leader's response, the young catsune relaxed noticeably, but her guard did not disappear entirely. "My apologies, I wasn't aware of this," the injured female spoke with a quiet murmur. She did not remember her father announcing such a temporary alliance, but she supposed she could have simply forgotten. "As my brother said, we have had tensions with BloodClan -- we're all on edge after what they've done," she added, glancing behind her to the bandages wrapped around her upper torso, concealing the gaping wounds upon her back where her wings had been ripped out.

Clearing her throat, she added, "Thank you for your gifts, and I'm very sorry for approaching you with such hostility. How fares StormClan? I hope your Clan isn't troubled by attackers as we are." Hopefully her diplomatic words would help soothe the feelings of her fellow SunClanners -- more than Levi's sharp words had done -- and address the StormClan leader as she ought to have been addressed at the beginning.

get good sleep!! c:

HELLO FREND

also btw i need to pm you about a plot lol

Seeing the topple, but not noticing the trinket, the winged kitsune walked over, concerned for the state of the SunClanner. "Well, I suppose someone will track down that rabbit and skin it for you in revenge -- I'll do it, if you'd like," the silvered mythical beast spoke, trying to be a little lighthearted about the whole business without being disrespectful. Accidents happened, after all, and getting injured while hunting wasn't a completely rare occurrence.

Pulling out a few plants and bandages from her satchel, she attempted to lightly dab off the blood on the injured female's nose. "Mind if I look you over? That was a nasty fall, I doubt this cut is the only problem you have." Because of the way Azazel was positioned, her view of the twisted ankle was partially obscured by Apocalypticlove's body and the nearby foliage.

Ever since the sprouting of her fresh, new wings, the kitsune knew that she was a little less... balanced. It almost felt like a war raged inside her head, between the vampire tendencies, her previous ideas of morality, and something far darker in nature. She was not aware that ingesting demon blood regularly was turning her into a demon, herself; though that knowledge probably would not have deterred her to change her fate.

As she wondered about the origin of a few of her stranger feelings as of late, and wondering where she could get her next meal (given how raw her hunger felt, both physically and mentally), the kitsune nosed open the door to her apartment. She didn't bother to lock it when she went out, most days, trusting the honesty of her Clanmates and her status as princess to keep them out. However, as she walked in, it was obvious something was wrong. Her plants no longer covered the place from head to toe, vines stretched across the ceiling. She couldn't smell her potion concoctions simmering on th stove or hear the shuttering rush of leaves that usually marked her entrance into her home. She was one with her plants, a secret she elected not to tell anyone, and it felt...

It felt like she was walking into a tome instead of the vibrant forest she was usually greeted with.

Licking her lips, the girl's mahogany eyes narrowed with rage; who had done this? She lifted her nose, smelling bleach and other chemicals toxic to her plants. Why had someone come in here and killed them? Destroyed the plants she'd nurtured from little seedlings since she was a child? A growl in her throat, the small kitsune's three tails lashed behind her as she advanced through her apartment, intent on hunting down whoever dared to do this to her precious babies.

LEVI ARCANIUM

made it!! she's pissed lol

for better or for worse -- private, levi

She discovered the culprit soon enough as he continued cutting away at her babies, and she winced as she felt them scream out to her in pain. A growl rose in her throat as she stared at him, hearing him dismissively admit to the crime of killing some of her plant children as he casually discarded their remains into a trash bag. The bodies of her babies were not trash, and he had no right to cut away at them. It sounded like he destroyed her precious carnivorous babies, the ones that she'd introduced recently in order to feel some kinship with her plants while embracing her vampire side. But he... he just destroyed them.

She considered trying to reason with him, but since he continued to continue on with his massacre of her children while she watched, she could stand it no longer. An ominous hiss passed through her lips, the only warning she gave him before she made her next move.

Launching herself forward, she attempted to tackle and pin him to the ground, looming over him with her larger form. Due to being almost twice his age and being about the size of a regular domestic feline, she would take advantage of her age-related superiority on the battlefield over him. Even if she wasn't altogether that good at fighting, she was mad enough to tap into her instincts and take her revenge that way.

"I should take something precious from you in return for what you've stolen from me," she growled at him, bearing her fangs as she contemplated her next move. So used to drinking demon blood was she, that she wasn't compelled to drink from his neck... but that did not mean she wouldn't choose to do so.

She eyed Kaia with a half-annoyed look, tails swishing behind her in sync with her irritation. She was in pain and covered with blood, yet her sister thought what she wanted were cookies? It was almost insulting, though she supposed the child didn't know any better. It wasn't as though Kaia had her wings violently ripped off her body. But she doubted most SunClanners had such a terrifying experience. "No thanks," was her flat answer to her younger sister, teeth gritted against the rolling waves of post-explosive agony.

To the others, she breathed out a slow sigh, standing up on all four legs with no small amount of effort. Her muscles shook, but she felt more alive than she'd felt since the BloodClanner's attack. She felt her wings again, and that was lovely. Stretching out the bloodied appendages upon her back, the kitsune formulated her next responses to the others that approached, including some of her favorite siblings. "I don't need painkillers and I won't pass out," she said first, knowing that she shouldn't mix anything with the potion that was likely still burning through her system. She didn't know if the introduction of poppy seeds or other chemicals would do to her with her body in such a delicate state, especially given the unexpected growth of her horns. So despite the pain, she couldn't chance it.

"But... getting cleaned up and some heating pads might be nice," she added with a wince, her four wings folding haphazardly against her back when she felt them tire. It seemed they would take a while to get into proper condition... but at least she could fly sometime in the future. At least she had her wings back; this caused her to smile as happiness sparked in her mind, overwriting the pain. Because all of this was worth it, now that she felt complete again.

welcome to sinclan

Feeling the first blow to her stomach, the kitsune growled and half-jumped the lower half of her body to the side, attempting to stomp her left hind paw in between his legs to keep him still and paralyzed by pain. She had no problem fighting dirty, especially when he was such a clean freak. "You're mad about your cravat, you shallow fool? You killed countless of my plant babies and injured several of them, you've caused them to scream in agony with your poisonous chemicals. I can feel them screaming at me for help and... you... what you've done makes me powerless to help them," she spat, fur bristling with rage as she could not separate her feelings from the energy of her plants.

"And you're worried about a damn piece of clothing?!" she snarled, almost roaring in his face now that she felt so horrified by what he had done and how little he cared for it. But he was like all the others. They did not feel the plants as she did, she knew. But that still gave him no right to come into her room and murder her precious babies that she'd nurtured since she was but a child.

Her wings unfurled from her back as she hissed lowly at him, flashing her fangs again she considered what punishment suited the crime. "Since you hate filthy blood so much, I think i should condemn you to living your entire life around it. Doesn't that fit the crime of barging into my home and murdering my children?" she spoke, her hauntingly pupil-less eyes narrowed in rage. She was not sure she could ever forgive her stupid brother for this. What better what to mark her eternal hatred by making him a vampire?

The witch perked up as she heard Lapiz's call -- making candles? Well, she certainly used candles for her rituals, and it would save her a lot of time if she could make them herself instead of going out and trading for them. "Hey, I'm interested," she yipped as she walked over, taking a seat in front of the other female.

Due to her previous battle with the BloodClan warlord, the princess was not ready to venture outside the territory to a Clan that couldn't assure her safety -- especially a Clan that was only neutral with her home. Tilting her head, the vampire witch licked her lips nervously; SkyClan did not seem a profitable ally, but she was sure that her father would do what was best for the Clan. Either way, she would support the decision.

Upper lip curling in distaste, she nearly felt pity for the poor excuse for a living creature. He was so numb to the living world around him, he could not sense her babies's life and obviously didn't even care to know what he had destroyed. In Azazel's eyes, he already lived but a shadowed half-life. But, he wouldn't learn if she just let him go. No, she had to teach this little worm of a brother not to barge into other's homes and destroy their livelihood.

Attempting to stamp down upon his weak spot once more, she lowered her head to his as she glared into his face, searching for any hint of guilt or other emotions that would show he understood her words and the consequences of his actions. Finding none, she grew cold to him. He the same as the BloodClanner that ripped out her wings.

The witch did not care if he was a child or that he was her adoptive brother. He seemed spoiled in a way not even Kaia managed to be. "Condemn I will. I've told you what you've done wrong, yet you continue arguing with me like I'm the one at fault, when you barged into my home and killed living creatures that I care for. Fuck you, you're no brother of mine until you grow some fucking compassion for the living. You don't deserve to be living." Her initial curse idea seemed quite fitting for the crime, now that she thought about it; Levi acted above others, as though he could do whatever he wanted without regard for anyone else.

But, worst of all, he'd slighted her and killed her plant babies. She couldn't let him get away with this.

She wasted no further breath upon trying to explain what horrors he'd done to her. He did not have to know that she would never be able to return to her apartment again. Or that she would never feel safe leaving her door unlocked again. Her fangs glimmered in the fading light of the setting sun as she drew back her lips, a low hiss in her throat.

And then she lunged for his jugular. He would pay for his crimes in blood, and once he was almost dead... then she'd give him the mercy of a vampire's half-life.

The medic could not forgive herself for failing to heal Fairylights. And after she failed to protect her plants from Levi's obsessive cleaning habits, she needed something back. Her four wings quivered upon her back as she went to work in the middle of the Gardens of Eden, her mind made up and paws already working on the ritual she'd started researching ever since Fairylights's funeral.

A dead doe laid in the middle of a pentagram, its blood pooled around its neck where the killing bite had been struck. Azazel had used this blood to create the necessary pentagram for the ritual, allowing the ruby red liquid to seep into the grass and soil of her home. There was magic in the life force of plants -- she knew that because she felt it, lived it, every fucking day of her life. At the top of the pentagram lay the dead doe's head, and in counterclockwise order, the witch had arranged the following upon each point: the deer's favorite purple blanket, a jar full of live butterflies, a book Azazel raided from the deer's former home, and a small pouch of cocoa beans. The four items were things the medic knew the deer loved in life, and she had no doubt the connection the former warden had to those items would help guide her to the freshly dead body and resurrect it. Twenty white candles circled the ritual site, shining bright as the sun set in the distance.

Standing over her work, four wings spread and tails swaying in time with the beat of her heart, the witch lifted her chin. "I call to Helios, protector of SunClan and all of us that live under his banner! Return Fairylights's soul to us, in this body, so she may live amongst her friends again! Helios, hear my call!" she yowled to the sky, wind picking up around her, battering against her wings, but she stood strong. She would succeed, she had her faith to guide her and the magic in her veins! "Rise, Fairylights! Stand amongst your friends once more!"

Fairylights

"I'll be making unscented," the kitsune stated with a small nod. She didn't want funky shit messing with her magic, obviously... well, obvious to her.