[font=georgia]"I see," Āmrija frowned. That was bad, very bad indeed. Deputy? If they didn't stop him before he got to leadership, sh** was gonna get real. The demon bit the inside of her mouth. No, she'd focus on that later. She had some estabishing stuff to do, like try and get the kti body to learn to walk as soon as possible, otherwise she'd be wandering around the mansion in her spirit form for a moon or two.
"What type of angel? They have different jobs, if I am correct."
[font=georgia]"Crap." Āmrija, or Haotiska Āmrija to give her full name said with a sigh of annoyance. She was about to ask if he was telling the truth, but of course he was telling the truth. The matter was too serious to lie, and it made sense. This was the most likely place for a demon to start.
"I think I'll be best off then. I'm not like you; I do not feed of souls. As long as I am free to leave everyone amock with chaos I'll be able to survive until this... Oath ends." after the Oath and the battles started up again, she'd never be hungry, and be strongest against the Angels.
"Agreed." she paused. She needed to get to know her new home soon. She didn't want to wait until the kit body grew up to do that.
"I don't know where you'll be keeping the kit for now, but I'm going to take a quick look around, familiarise myself with the mansion if that's alright. I'll be back soon." she meowed with a brief smile.
[OOC: I'll do a timeskip now so I can get playing properly xD]
[font=georgia]"He's probably just got a chest infection or something." Āmrija spoke through Crescentmoon's body, flicking her tail. The demon had witnessed it all, and wished she could just go and consume souls like that. It would be a lot easier than scraping at the seeds of chaos for a meal.
"He's alright anyway, isn't that all that matters?" she asked Bia with a smile, calmly.
[font=georgia][OOC: I'll wrap it up soon, I don't think there's any need for it really, besides from the birthing?]
Āmrija sat in the middle of an empty room, staring up at the wall. She found the mansion rather interesting, with its maze-like structure. It made her glad for exploring so early on, so she wasn't left wandering around the place for a whole day to get somewhere that should only take the Chaos Demon half a minute to get to.
But now her gaze was resting on a spider web in a corner. She loved how every cobweb had it's own pattern, and that something so beautiful could be so deadly. The thought made her smile; anything like that made her smile. She gazed down at her paw, and with a dainty little wave, all the spiders hard work was gone, leaving it with less of a chance of a meal. She did it at an attempt to feed, although it was barely anything. If a filling meal was a turkey, for example, she had just eaten a millimetre of the skin, maybe less.
"Gonna have to try harder than that." she told herself. If she was going to survive the mortal world, she needed to get down to business. But there was something else. Before she did anything too maor, she would need to have a talk with her host about the future. A talk about pacts and promises, demons galore.
"Yes, it's time I had a talk with you, isn't it Crescentmoon?" to do that, she would have to leave Crescentmoon's body though. She'd have to do something about that name though. Creative and unique, yes, but not really her style. If she was eventually going to settle down in that body, she was going to need to make a few changes. Maybe... Warclash? Yes, that seemed a bit better. Much better.
[font=georgia]Unlike the confidence the others had at speaking through their cats bodies, Casus opted to just stick to talking spirit to spirit, "Greetings Amrija, nice to see you again.' At least she had managed to get a body that was already pretty much an adult. Cursing at himself, the blue-eyed demon made Fleetarrow turn his head to look around at the others. One day he'd at least try and explain everything to Fleet, but for now he was too young and too stupid.
[font=times new roman]The mustelid demon smiled slightly at Casus, seeing the eagle form.
"And you Casus. I trust things are fairing well?" she replied, wondering how much he had been able to feed lately. It seemed he was unfortunate enough to make do with a kits body. At least she had an adolescents, so she had been able to explain things to Crescentmoon, although she was still fairly young and ignorant. Well, for now it was Crescentmoon anyway. Āmrija understood the frustration of it, especially from when Crescentmoon was still too dumb to know how to speak.
She slowly turned her head, looking at Grim. Had he been up that damn tree the whole time? If only she had Super Senses, she'd have known he was up there.
"Who're you playing hide and seek with?" she asked, putting in an ever so slightly patronising tone. She didn't flinch as some of the leaves showered down, her eyes didn't even blink. They just gazed up at Grim, blankly.
[font=georgia]Crescentmoon was walking along the halls, her dark brown eyes practically black in the inky sea of the night. She needed someone to prey upon - but not like her fellow demons, no. Crescentmoon feasted upon chaos(well, her possesser did). She needed someone to be her vicitim. With the Oath? She had to try even harder than usual. There were no battles to quench her adreniline thirst, no trespassers to fill her chaotic hunger. Sometimes, she wished it were possible to be half mortal, just so food would be easier to find.
"What the hell are you thinking, Amrija?" she told herself angrily. "You're a chaos demon participating in the greatest battle of all time. Your name [i]means chaotic."[/i]
Alongside her walked a companion, a young male wolverine to help her. To help her along her quest, in which she still meant to find out. The female she was posessing needed to be questioned before she could do anything serious.
"Your markings are coming off." Crescentmoon's companion pointed out, looking at the faded purple eye on her shoulder blade, painted on her fur with various berry juices. Crescentmoon frowned.
"What?" Crescentmoon meowed. The wolverine that followed her around could be very strange - she had no idea what he was babbling on about half the time, and why did he follow her anyway? The wolverine, Apdrošināšanas Katastrofu knew of Amrija's(the demon) plans to explain everything to Crescentmoon later that night, and he wanted to be there to see it, maybe help. His name was Katastrofa for short. Heavens knew how he had pursuaded her to paint the damn eye on her fur.
As she walked into what she thought was an empty room, to rest in solitude. Amrija wasn't tired, but she could feel the muscles in Crescentmoon weakening. No, she had to rest. While Crescentmoon was sleeping, she would do.... um, something. Maybe visit some afterlife.
Crescentmoon turned as she saw something move in the dark, hidden away in the corner. She squinted, and looked closer. It was a young male, possibly her age? Amrija quickly took over, wondering if she could get a snack out of it, maybe more. And not the fleshy sort of snack, although that would be good if she did, for it meant Crescentmoon would be more comfortable and able to sleep longer.
"Dignus Mortem." Amrija thought. Her unlimited connection with te afterlife enabled her to learn the basics about other cats, even if she had never met them before. This included history. She felt like the prying mood, so she put her mind in concentration. Ah, maybe if she provoked a conversation about his mother? Little did she know that Dignus was already thinking of that.
"Hello," the demon meowed softly through the half-clanners body. Well, more than half-clanner really.
"It's a bit cold, don't you think?" she'd weave her way in, get a conversation flowing. Then she would strike. Hopefully that fu**ing Luke wasn't hanging around nearby, or she'd have to flee like hell, leave Crescentmoon's body and fly away in her true form. Probably be chased anyway, but she was in no state to fight; she'd hadn't been able to feed a lot lately.
[font=georgia]Āmrija paced the halls in her demonic form, a wolverine with bat-like wings and purple eyes painted all over her. The Chaos-bound demon knew the time had come. Crescentmoon was old enough to understand some things, yet young enough to still be naive enough to agree to anything that sounded promising.
Katastrofa had asked Crescentmoon to meet him in the room once used to entrap the Mortem family, simply because it interested Āmrija greatly. She could even smell Mortem all over the place. It was very faint now, and she only got a whiff every now and then if she caught it at the right angle. And right as in perfect. Everything had to be perfect, nothing nor no-one could be out of line. That was Āmrija's way - a perfectionist at heart.
"What is it, Catastrophe?" Crescentmoon asked, completely puzzled as she arrived. If anything, she had expected her father to be the one to ask to meet her, although in a way she was glad he hadn't. He could be rather strange.
"It's Katastrofa, although you're close. That's what my name means." the young wolverine replied, speaking in fluent cat. He was barely out of kithood(and yes, that is what you call a baby wolverine for any body reading this c:), just entering adolesence, like Crescentmoon.
"Anyway, I wasn't actually the one who wanted to see you. My master, Āmrija wants to see you." Āmrija had trained Katastrofa to call her master, because quite plainly, she was. She told him what to do and boy, he did it. At first she had to threaten him by pretending to go and get one of the Soul-Consumer Demons. It had worked a treat.
"Whaa?" Crescentmoon meowed, worried. What was that strange wolverine on about now? Probably delusional, she figured.
"Greetings, Crescentmoon. I am Haotiska Āmrija, although you may call me by my second name for short. I suppose you could call me Haotiska, but I'd prefer the former option." the spirit introduced herself, stepping forwards. She had it so only Crescentmoon and any other demons could see her. Then there were those damn Angels - wow. That was bad word use. If anything, Āmrija was damned, she just hadn't been recaptured yet.
"Uh, hi. Are you Katastrofa's mother? And why do you have wings? Why have you got eyes painted all over your fur like me?" Crescentmoon blurted out, extremely confused and rather frightened.
OOC: Its alright, we can leave this here if you want xD It's a good enough place as any to stop.
IC: TWB
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: maroon dashed 2px][color=black]She fell silent at the words of Morgan. Why wasn't she making death an option? Oh yes, if she killed Canaryking, Euriso would just come back. The actual Canaryking would be dead, but yeah.
So would Canaryking stay or leave? Amrija thought she knew what he would do. Leave. It's what she would do, in fact, she was considering doing that just now. Why waste her time living amongst the idiots in which to be listened to, it seemed you had to be the leaders daughter or whatever. Ugh, how pathetic. A place with no democracy, run by ignorant rats.
"Oh do shut up yourself!" she hissed quietly to Nightshade.
"I might have the decency to listen to Morgan, but I will not be told what to do by a parrot."
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* Amrija is a little shocked
* Amrija is considering leaving
* Amrija is angry at Nightshade[/fancypost][/fancypost]
[font=times new roman][color=black]Amrija watched the scene unfold before her, curiosity filling her hosts brown eyes. Any creature without the Sight would have thought the tom dead. Well, in a way he was, she supposed. But the demon within was alive, possessing another creature. A wolf, to be precise. It made her think, maybe a wolverine would be better for her?
Eh, she looked over at Euriso, eyeing his new body.
"Sick of your old body?" she asked, now looking at the wolf rolling on the floor in agony. Shame, there wasn't anything to feast on here. She shook her head - either there was no adreniline coming from anyone, it was too weak, or she simply couldn't find it.
[font=georgia]"I wonder what a wolf was doing around here..." she paused momentarily to think of an answer to the unasked question.
"You probably found a way to entice him here, knowing you. When are you going to re-paint? I suppose you could do it now with his blood," Amrija gestured with Crescentmoon's elegant tail towards the dying slash dead Canaryking. Of course the copper-tanged liquid would eventually rub off after a day or two, but you had to keep re-applying whatever you used anyway.
[font=georgia]Amrija paused while she collected her thoughts on this idea. The final attitude she perceived was a positive one - there was no fault with using scars.
"I never thought of that - then again I wouldn't need to. It's not like you can get purple blood." she finally commented with a smirk. The smirk came with that usual one syllable[spell fail] laugh, eminating from a clamped shut mouth. Well, more of a snort than anything else, but a laugh nonetheless.
[font=georgia]Crescentmoon was running, but she had no clue of it. Amrija needed to feast, and she couldn't do that without the help of her host. Crescentmoon wouldn't mind though - if she did, Amrija would just break their contract and boot her out her body immediately. Simple as.
But why was Amrija running? Why did she need Crescentmoon's body? She was a demon. Ex-Elite member, now a demon Blackheart, like Euriso. And right now, she was chasing another cat down the street, her paws pounding against the pavement. The cat (whom was called Jackdaw, not that it mattered) knew he was being chased, but he had no idea by what. All he knew was that he couldn't see it - he was being chased around the blocks by an unseen prescence. The explaination for that was Amrija's ability to turn invisible.
Kicking trash up in the air, the blue smoke tom continued to run, swerving around corners, trying to lose Amrija. His flank was bleeding, quite badly. This meant Amrija knew where he was - just follow the trail of blood. She had only attacked him to get him running. After that she just needed to keep making it obvious something was still chasing him.
The thing was though, Amrija could have ended the seemingly-endless pursuit whenever she wanted. But she didn't want it to. She needed it to keep going, so she could feed. Some cats said the thrill of the kill was an amazing experience, but for Amrija, it was the thrill of the chase. She was an adreniline demon, she needed Jackdaw to be terrified, otherwise she would be exposed, vulnerable.
Jackdaw was getting tired now, he wasn't able to go as fast. He turned around, green eyes wide. Still nothing there. But while he was turning around, he couldn't see where he was going. He ran straight onto a road. Unlucky for him, there was a car coming. It wasn't going fast enough to kill him on the spot, but it knocked him out.
"Oh." Amrija frowned, a little upset. She was enjoying the feeding. He wasn't much use to her unconscious. That was one of the cons of being a demon like her - the target had to be conscious and awake to be of any use. She considered just leaving the kittypet in the middle of the road, but thought otherwise. Euriso might have wanted his soul or something, and while he was still alive, it was trapped. Easy pickings for the wolf demon.
Making sure there were no more cars, or monsters as they were called by cats, she grabbed Jackdaw by the scruff and pulled him off the road. As soon as she had him on the sidewalk / pavement, she made sure to turn visible again.
"That has to be the record for the shortest chase I've ever had." she told herself, her tone annoyed and maybe even a little pi**ed off. The comment was probably for anyone that happened to be within earshot. Or any Blackheart even. If they were a non-Blackhearter, at least she'd have a new feeding oppurtunity.
[font=georgia]Now that Euriso mentioned it, Amrija did also fancy a bit of a hunt herself. She was pretty confident in what sort of hunt he meant - soul hunting.
"Now you mention it, so do I actually." she meowed, the demon on the inside having a three second day dream about the biggest battle that could possibly happen. All the Clans, fighting each other. Now that would be a feast.
"I've found it easier to feed around here than when we were in the Elite - what about you?" that was true. There were plenty of cats to terrorize and scared the sh** out of with her invisibility, and when you're scared you tend to get an adreniline rush. Just what she needed.
[font=georgia]Because of the way the wind was blowing, Amrija thought she would indeed have another oppurtunity to feed. Sadly, as she looked up and tried to find out for sure, she realised it was actually a Blackheart. Shame. It seemed her daemon needs were never fulfilled.
"Oh, he's not a Blackheart. If he was I would have been off to get help by now. He hasn't got long to go" she meowed. With another look down at the tom, she noticed a pool of blood starting to form around him. The kittypet was more injured than she had thought. It didn't really affect her, as far as she was concerned. Did Halo know him? Nah, she would have said something by now
Her dark brown gaze turned to look at the other cat, curiously. She would have used her abilities to find out the basic info of this cat, such as the name. But she wasn;t sure if there were any Angels that could be a threat around. Of course, any cat was capable of having a power, but best not raise suspision any more than needed.
"You look confused." she commented simply, after thinking of something to say. She hadn't been living in the Blackheart Rogues for very long, she had been living (well, a daemon can't really "live") since Euriso had provided her with a suitable body to possess and their ways had certainly been savage. Suddenly she started to ponder if the Blackhearts were the total opposite, more civil than the Elite.
"I didn't intend to kill him, if that's got you panicked. He just wasn't looking and he was knocked unconscious before you could say "flashinglights"." she added. That was the truth - the accident was nothing more than a... well, accident.
[font=georgia]Oh good, it seemed Halo couldn't care less about the near-dead cat. She didn't even need to check for breathing or a heartbeat, she could see no stray souls as of yet. She kept an eye on the body and the general area though, just for curiosity's sake.
"Oh, you noticed that?" she asked with a smile. Rhetorical question, she had just said that she had witnessed the whole ordeal, from when Amrija and Jackdaw had been flying down the street with pounding paws to when she had dragged the body off the road, out of the way from any other dangers.
"It's just an ability I have. I can hide myself from the average eye at will." it was all normal to the daemon. Just like cats knew how to hunt and fight, she knew how to to disappear. As if to prove it, she made herself "poof" from any sign of existence repeatedly, like someone turning a light on and off.
Nodding in agreement, the cream female meowed in agreement. Made sense. It would just be one more confused, lost soul wandering the alleyways.
"He hasn't got much longer to go anyway. He'll be dead by the time the sun hits the horizon. Not long at all." she added a shrug on the end. With that, the wolverine daemon made the body of Crescentmoon walk over to the soon-to-be-dead blue smoke and crouched down to give the killing bite. As she stepped back, she noticed the soul standing close by. Kittypets tended to have no religion, so it wasn't surprising he looked confused.
"Did I mention I can see spirits?" she smiled as she spoke, wondering if she'd get such a reaction as she did with her invisibility.
[font=georgia]"Yep. Guess who's." she replied, prodding the lifeless carcass with the right of her back feet a couple of times. It was a little sad, although only a pork scratchings worth of it for her. Daemons like Euriso didn't give a damn, she wished it were that way for her. Then again she was glad she wasn't a greeneye nor a vi-eye. They were so soft their bones were probably made of clouds.
Watching Halo trot over the road, Amrija decided to follow suit, wondering where she was going.
"Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name?" social interactions led to learning each others name; it was only polite in the end.
[font=georgia]"Oh, yes. I forgot." she murmered, a shadow falling across her eyes. She need not be afraid, any dangers that came at night. Because of the pact she had made with Crescentmoon though, she had to make sure she kept herself out of immediate danger. Not that she couldn't wriggle her way out of any negtive situation. If she already had full rights to Crescentmoon's body, she woul be in no danger. Invincible compared to mortals like Halo.
"I did notice the numbers were significantly smaller than the Elites." Amrija commented. It was a little depressing, in a way. But Euriso had come here after being practically exiled by Ecclesia. Amrija had followed, trusting his judgement and not wanting to live in a corrupted place like that.
"No, I don't mind at all. It's your nature to be curious." the lithe yet muscular felidae assured her. This cat wasn't half bad - she even seemed to have intelligent opinions. Something a lot of Elite cats lacked. For all she knew, that was the reason Euriso moved over here instead of opting for somewhere else.
"It's just an ability I've got. It's not just seeing spirits, I actually have unlimited contact with the dead - I can walk in the afterlife if I wish. I have to be asleep though, I can't just teleport physically into whatever realm I choose." she paused, to put on the effect that she was thinking, trying to remember something.
"I believe some call it the Sight?" at the question Halo posed at the end, Amrija realised she had been rude yet again. It was strange, meeting someone knew. In the Elite, she barely knew anyone. Just her and two other demons. That was probably why she was forgetting introductions etc.
"Hao-" nope, if there was an Angel nearby, she would have to use her mortal name - her hosts name. The one that was given to the body she possessed.
"I'm Crescentmoon, descendent of Carnivalcorpse, and possibly Cadaverstar. I haven't really checked the latter." well, that was the information on Crescentmoon. Daemons didn't have ancestors.
"I believe he was hit by... hit by a monster." Amrija replied, putting a solemn look in her eyes. Behind the sorrowful appearance though, she was focusing on Tango. It was hard to tell because she needed to feed, but if she was correct, that wasn't the birth body of the Oracle. Still, it was fuzzy. She was only about 60% sure well, her roleplayer was anyway. Wow. She needed to feed.
"I didn't see what happened to the wolf. The one on the floor." okay, that was a lie. She knew what had happened with Euriso's former(?) companion - an invisible bond, tying him to Canaryking. If Euriso wished to share it though, it was up to him.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-left: #600000 5px solid; border-right: black 1px hidden; border-top: black 1px hidden; border-bottom: black 1px hidden][font=arial]She put it down to habit, when Halo called her Boss for.. the third time in a row? Two or three times anyway. If she was boss for anyone, it was Katastrofa. Where was that little runt anyway? If he got found by the two-leg things or whatever the lingo was around here, spirits knew what would happen to him.
"Eh, it's practically second nature, really."[color=black] she said it as if she were shrugging it off, but she could help but feel sorta smug inside. After all, she was being admired. That left anyone with a nice feeling as long as it came from the right cat.
[color=#202020]"Not long. I arrived here about seven days after the meteor, roughly. I don't really keep track. Definitely no longer than two moons."
[color=black]Ah, the meteor. The biggest feast of her life. No doubt Fleetarrow's too, all the chaos for him, all the adreniline for her. She licked her lips slightly at the thought of it. Terrible injuries for the Elite that day, but a huge strength burst for Amrija.[/fancypost]
