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As Maylee sat beneath the tree, comforted by the distance sound of a gun being fired in the shooting range, she saw a strange bird fly over in her direction. At first she tried to swat it away, but when she realized it wasn’t real she let it land on her.
When it was done whispering into her ear and imploding, she scoffed. This was not the kind of work that she did. She hurt people, she didn’t save them. Then again, she was new to this place and maybe Bell was testing her. She hasn’t really done anything to prove that she’s a valuable asset to this group.
It’ll take everything she has in her not to hurt anyone. On the plus side though, it seems like the perfect type of situation to drug everyone in her path.
Another thing she was never great with was teamwork. Other people would capture the enemy, then they would leave the prisoner with her and she would do her work alone.
Maylee stood up and walked over into the mess hall and stood in front of the man who just earlier threatened her, smiled her eerie smile and said “Hello new friend. Looks like we’re going to have some fun together.”
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Demetrius was tired. Hunting for his colony has been getting more and more difficult lately. All he could find this time around were a few small rodent-like creatures. They would make for a decent stew at least. Most of the men that were left went hunting together, but Demetrius needed some time to be alone. It was dangerous, but he needed to clear his head. Society was crumbling around him and he needed a few moments just to be himself, not worrying about anything or anyone else.
He took him time walking back with his much-too-light backpack. The air was starting to feel a little colder than it was before. This was a bit suspicious, and Demetrius could feel himself tensing up a bit. As he walked on. he started getting the feeling that he was being followed. He was starting to reach the outskirts of the fallen town. There were a few destroyed buildings here and there. He turned to see if anyone was around, but he saw nothing. He trekked on, glad to be almost home. But we was still wary. As he stepped into a puddle, his suspicions became the unfortunate truth.
His feet were stuck in the newly formed ice. “Goddamnit” he yelled and quickly reacted. He pressed a button on a strange bracelet he wore on his wrist and he was suddenly surrounded by a strange orange aura with immense amounts of heat radiating off of it. “Don’t think this is my first time dealing with your kind, ice demon!” he yelled as he threw a mini bomb down behind him that created a wall of fire, separating him and the girl.
He was glad he wore boots today, and struggled a bit before releasing his feet from his boots. He turned around and took a gun out that he had hidden in the jacket he wore. With his other hand reaching behind to his bag where he pulled out a bottle full of liquid and a cloth hanging out of the top.
He glared at the ice girl that stood before him. “You should have just left me be, wench” he said as flipped a switch on his gun and pointed it at the cloth. He pulled the trigger and a stream of fire shot out of the tip, lighting the cloth on fire in it’s path. He threw the molotov at the girl and turned and took off running as fast as he could, gun still in hand.
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Demetrius
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Demetrius is tall, around 6’3″, with wavy dark brown hair that falls around his shoulders, but he usually wears it up. He has dark green eyes and a thick beard (groomed, not wild and long). He’s strong and built, mainly from doing manual labor to help others survive in this destroyed world). He dresses simply, in a fitted t-shirt and jeans, items he’s okay with getting dirty.
He’s human, but if any Sunbeasts or Frealens would like to come along and change him, it’d be a fun twist in the story 😉
Demetrius lives in a small colony of humans trying to survive the desolate world. Demetrius does his best to be a provider; he builds shelters and finds food and does anything he cane to protect the others that he lives with. He grew up taking care of his frail mother, so all he knows is how to take care of others. He worries about himself last, and will put himself in danger if it means protecting a member of one of the surviving humans. He fears what will happen if all the humans are turned by the sunbeasts or the frealens.
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Maylee, still grinning from the infirmary ordeal, considered her host’s invite. She had no where else to really go. Her previous employer could not handle how she did her work. She couldn’t imagine how she would be useful amongst a group so young. But, she was once in their shoes as well, and she learned much of what she knew when she was their age. She wasn’t sure if her host was serious about using this man as her practice dummy, but she would probably find a way to toy with him either way. “Sure, I’ll stick around. Hopefully you can find some use for me and my talents” she said.
After Arron reacted to Bell’s statement, Maylee grinned baring her teeth. “You say that now, but I’m sure I could have you crying for your momma in a matter of minutes.” Her grin growing larger, “Or you’ll be begging me to end your misery with my dagger through your heart.”
She turned and walked outside and found a tree to sit under. She just ate and had no desire to be around the others. Instead, she just sat and watched the world around her.
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Maylee stands back and watches as people gather around and show concern for the fox-girl.
She starts off giggling as the girl screams, and slowly rises to a maniacal laugh as the situation intensifies.
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As Folla reached the brook, she came to an abrupt halt and took a deep breath. She knelt down and scooped some of the cold water into her hands and splashed it over her face. She was overwhelmed. She was only used to interacting with the beings in the forest. And now, she has come across not one, but two strangers. Most of the time she avoided people, and watched them from afar. Lately, she’s had to hide from strange men coming through and searching the forest. Her Gran told her that people were not very accepting of magic anymore. That idea baffled Folla, for there was magic everywhere.
One of the trees started to speak with her. The branches creaked and the leaves brushed each other, pushed by the wind. “What do you mean there’s still another outsider in the forest? I’m having a hard enough time processing the ones that have already stumbled upon me!” Folla said. “Hey, don’t laugh at me. It’s not funny!”
Folla looked around for something to put water in for the man. One of the tree’s branches slowly reached down next to Folla and a large leaf blew slightly in the breeze. “Thank you” said Folla, as she plucked the leaf from the branch. She cupped the leaf and filled it with water.
As she walked back to where she left the two strangers, she hoped she was doing the right thing. Anyone that looked at her could tell that she dabbled with magic. She just had to hope that these people were not going to take her away because of that.
As she reached the clearing, she slowly walked towards the man, glad to see that the girl was still holding the staff up in defense. As she reached the man, she reached out the leaf to him and said “Here, drink this.”
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Folla could hear the trees whispering to one another, but she didn’t pay much attention while she was finishing up the fusion of the stone. After she completed the construction of her staff, she started picking up some of their gossip. “…outsiders…desperate man…girl made of glass…so unusual..” Folla looked up and was about to question them when she heard a voice like bells dancing in the air. “You know, I’m told it’s dangerous to cast spells inside a fairy ring.”
Folla looked up in surprise to see a girl standing a few feet away from her. Fear shot through her, and she struggled to think of what to do. Not many people came through the forest, and when they did they would usually stick to the paths which Folla tended to avoid.
She took a moment to observe her guest. She was a pretty girl, but something was not quite right about her. She looked too perfect. She didn’t seem to have any kind of imperfections. Everything in nature had some kind of fault, but not this girl. Even though she knew the girl was unnatural, she was calmed by her presence after a few moments.
“It may be a bit dangerous, but there is quite a concentration of magic within. The spirits are drawn to them as well.” Folla explained with a weary smile on her face. The only person she really had a conversation with was Gran, aside from a few villagers she sold potions to. She searched for more words to say when she heard someone else break through the bushes and into the clearing.
Folla jumps to her feet, staff in hand, and stumbles back to where the girl is standing. The man is a complete mess. She holds up her staff in fear, looking at yet another person who has found himself in the forest. She is caked with dirt and she sees dark reddish brown stains smeared in places. Could that be blood? She gripped her staff harder, making her knuckles white when she noticed the sword in the mans hand. She struggled to think of a spell to protect herself and this other visitor.
But then the man sheathed his sword, and in a weak, gruff voice asked for water. He looked like he was about to pass out. He couldn’t possibly do much damage in the state that he was in. The naivety in her heart beckoned her to help the man though. “Here!” Folla exclaimed to the girl standing beside her, thrusting the staff into the girl’s hands. Her hand brushed the girl’s fingers as she pulled her hands away and she was surprised to feel that they were hard. “If he comes at you…just…um…whack him over the head with my staff! There’s a brook nearby, I’m going to get him some water. I fear he might die.” Folla said and ran off towards the brook.
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As Maylee watched the forest, she started to see some bodies emerge into the clearing of the base. A boy and a girl came walking up to her. The girl looked like she had seen better days. The boy asked her to help the girl…but she just glared back at him. She just wanted to observe what kind of place this was. But then the girl swayed in her direction and fell into her.
Maylee let out a disgusted sigh, and hoisted the girl up into her arms. She could sense the darkness and fear within her. She had tortured her kind before. All she wanted to do was take her into a room and pry into her brain until she released whatever this darkness was that she sensed within. It would be so easy, with her already in such a beaten state. A smile started to creep across her face, but then she caught her host out of the corner of her eye.
She turned and faced the girl who fed her. “I think this belongs to you” she said, and started to walk inside. As she started to walk a wolf-creature came running by, causing Maylee to stumble a bit. She grumbled under her breath and walked inside. She was reaching her last nerve, and she noticed herself squeezing the arm of the girl she carried. It helped a little bit with the current situation.
She continued to walk inside and found what seemed to be an infirmary and dropped the girl onto a bed.
“Someone might want to take a look at this.”
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Maylee was curious now. She stood up and walked to the door. She was used to getting secrets out of people, but she wasn’t doing her job. This girl hasn’t turned her away yet, so she wouldn’t go where she didn’t belong…yet.
She decided just to go see what was happening outside. Maybe she’d see these young cadets wrangling a werewolf back to the base. She could use a good laugh. Judging by the reaction of the girl, something must be amiss.
She walked out the door and stood towards the forest, knife still in hand. Just in case. She leaned against the wall and watched for signs of action within the trees.
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Maylee looked over her host. “You seem quite young yourself. What makes you qualified to be teaching all these people how to fight?”
She was not used to interacting with someone for such a long period of time. Not in this way. If it wasn’t a person she was working on, they tried their hardest to avoid her. Even her coworkers who did the same job as her couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her for more than a few minutes. Maylee didn’t mind though. She found most human interaction to be tedious.
She tried though. She finished her milk and played around with her knife to try and keep her mind off a different kind of hunger that food could not satisfy. She had to show some form of humanity to her host. She helped her out after all.
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Maylee takes out a butterfly knife and flips it open. After admiring her blade for a moment she cuts up them eat in front of her. She used to be fed well at her last place of employment.
“Assassins, huh? I’ve…worked with a few of them. I enjoy spending time with them. They’re tough to break” she said, before taking a big gulp of milk.
Once she finishes cutting her meat, she uses the point of the knife to stab into the pieces and eat them. Slowly, she must remind herself. She does not want her body to reject the food.
“I’ve never been trained in the line of killing. Of course, in my line of work it’s easy for kills to come accidentally. That’s why I like assassins, they’re strong. They can handle my kind of fun for a while. And it makes it all the more satisfying when I break them down.”
Maylee finishes up her meat and uses her knife to pick her teeth. She gets lost in thought, remembering one of her old jobs. -
Maylee sat down and observed her surroundings. She was glad to see the girl take out steaks. She needed some real food in her. Once her strength was back up she could get comfortable with this new situation.
When the girl asked how she liked her steak she smiled and said “Rare, and still slightly bloody. And some water or anything to drink.”
“So tell me, I doubt it’s just you all alone in such a place. What kind of establishment is this?” Maylee asked. -
Hot cocoa and cookies…how sickeningly sweet. Maylee couldn’t complain though. She needed some kind of sustenance. The raw meat looked better than anything else the girl had to offer. She wanted to know what kind of place this was that made her insides tingle. She knew there were blades somewhere in the near vicinity. She wanted to feel them slicing through skin.
Not yet though.
She accepted the offer from the girl and followed her. After a few steps she looked towards the forest. She smiled and said, “I smell fear and darkness in the trees.”
She turned once again and followed the girl inside.
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Maylee turns to the girl and peers into her eyes. She turns and walks towards her, her grin growing as she gets closer. As she walks over, she says, “Who am I? That’s not terribly important. If you feel the need to talk to me though you may call me Maylee.”
She stopped a few feet in front of her, still staring intently at her. “My business? My business is pain. Yours or anyone’s really. Lucky for you though, I’m quite famished and I need to take care of that first before I tend to my other needs.”
Still smiling, she asked, “Could you possibly help me with that?”
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Maylee had been wandering for days. She was hungry and dehydrated, but none of that bothered her. It was a different hunger that ate away at her mind. She finally came across some buildings that appeared to be some kind of a base. Finally, some excitement. She stopped at one of the buildings and smiled. “What do we have here?” she said. She could smell the remnants of many battles. She felt the familiar itch inside of her.
“I think I’ve found a new playhouse.”