Scythes, Watermelon, and Flowing Breezes.
These are the things that bring me Joy.
These are the things that bring me Joy.
*Suddenly finds himself roped into a Hunger Games scenario* The hell? Having seen the events of the world, he knows the best thing to do after the starting is to run as far away from the podium as possible. Not that he has any need for what's on it, seeing as he always carries his Scythe in Capsule form in his pocket, not to mention his wind magic. Soon he hears sounds behind him, as one of the other fighters, a being he didn't recognize, chased him through the woods. Xashowd used his Vampiric prowess to leap to the highest branches, making pursuit more difficult. As he hopped from tree to tree, he scanned the area only to see a sight which shocked him. Arron, a mechanic who resided in the Guild, was playing god with Misty, Dr. Sciurus, and the guild's Captain, the Rose Prince. Xashowd recognized the man, but there was a look in his eyes...not to mention the eyes themselves were different. Was this even the same man? He didn't know...he lept onward, evading his pursuer until they gave up the chase, the sight of a crazed Arron lingering in his mind. He heard a scream soon after, one his soul recognized. Minty was dead.
That night, Xashowd wandered the forest to discover what else was afoot, and possibly find Arron. Instead, he found a different anon slumbering, a batch of supplies next to him. Xashowd intended to be on his way, but a bee flew just a bit too close to Xashowd, inciting his primal fear and causing him to bring out his Scythe, swinging viciously in order to kill the stinging vermin. The bee dove into the nearby supplies in an attempt to escape, but in his fervor the Reaper smashed the items to get at the buzzing menace. The bee died swiftly with a sound thwack, but the supplies had been decimated. Feeling guilty at his innate reaction, Xashowd sped off before he could be discovered.
The next morning, Xashowd heads back into the treetops, intent on evading discovery. Suddenly, a small sphere drops from the sky. He catches it, reading the label which says Reaper's Surprise, with an image of a Reapling chucking it at a foe before exploding. Xashowd places it in his pocket, intent on saving it for just the right occasion.
The Second night, Xashowd is resting when a group of bees descend upon him, desiring revenge for their fallen comrade. A mighty and vicious battle ensues, with Xashowd swinging his Scythe and slicing Bees with all manner of bladed and wind-based assaults, but not without suffering a few stings. The bees fall, but the neurotoxin melds with his fear-induced madness, and he stumbles about, falling in front of a woman. Halfheartedly, he exclaims Kill me now..., to which the woman refuses, heading off on her way. Xashowd spends the rest of the night on the ground, mentally and physically exhausted.
The third day, Xashowd tries to recover his strength, but is assaulted by another being whom he does not know. They struggle for a few moments, but the stranger quickly gains the upper hand due to Xashowd's weakened state. Oddly enough, the warrior spares him, and heads off to other places. Further drained, Xashowd enters his Bloodlust mode, seeking out any source of blood that might sustain him. He finds a deer roaming the woods, one hunters would refer to as a 12 point buck. It doesn't last long, but it reduces the haze, giving Xashowd a small measure of sanity.
That night, Xashowd's body attempt to purge the last strains of the neurotoxin, which result in Xashowd having a nightmare that had not haunted him for years...once more he is forced to relive the destruction of his home at the hands of the Dark Fenrir, the beast smiting all that he knew. As before, when the creature's tail smacks him, he jolts awake, scanning the area in a panic. Nothing else is amiss, and he is slowly but surely gaining strength. He lays back down to sleep, hoping things turn for the better soon.
The fourth day Xashowd once more ascends the treetops. He keeps an eye on the forest floor when he spots a sleeping Arron, looking quite different...more crystalline. But the scent of Minty's blood on him is unmistakable. Xashowd pulls out his Scythe and descends upon the murderer, slicing him in two with a single strike. No sound is heard, the death more merciful than he deserved. The vampire retreats to the treetops once more, finding a stream to wash the blood off his blade with. Things weren't exactly chipper...
That night Xashowd finds a hidey-hole inside a large tree. With the night otherwise uneventful, Xashowd covers his location and gets some much-needed rest. He has a feeling he'll need it come tomorrow.
...And that sums up everything so far. Glad I checked in, or I might've missed this. I'm surprised I wasn't quoted. cat_sweatdrop Good use of my wordplay skills. Between Monster Hunter and other stuff, I haven't been on here as much as I should be (Especially given I started something with "Sammy" a week or so ago...I seem to have a bad habit of not finishing what I start. *Facedesk* ).
I am Xashowd, the Nocturne Zephyr!
