On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don’t know why I’m still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you’ll always be my hero Even though you’ve lost your mind...
Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 7:02 pm
Eridia was on a hunt. She was out to find Azrael and make him eat his words. Even though that night was a bit hazy, she quite remembered his lies. She had her daggers under her sleeves, her ruffle almost choking her neck and her skull... Oh he was in for a beating for tainting her honer, for calling her the reason why they were like this.
Even is she was looking forward to this, her heartache made itself present once more. She clutched her chest and stopped for a moment. Breathe, breathe girl... She mentally repeated and tried to move forward. Busthind was such a cold place, yet that wouldn't stop her from paying him a visit. Hopefully his lusus wouldn't be there. She still had Hazmas's goggles with her and all, just in case. There she was, waiting for him to either get out of his hive or something. Waiting, waiting, waiting in the dark of the night...
He's better be prepared for what was coming.
saihen
opening post before throwing herself at him! hope its ok!!
Azrael had more or less let the event between him and Eridia go. There was no point holding onto it, or her. There was no fixing it and no going back from it, so no point fuming over it. What he didn't realize; was that Eridia had been so negatively affected that she ways laying in wait for him outside his hive. She was ready to punish him, while he'd all but moved on with his life.
That evening, Azrael had been out searching the rocky mountains for any trolls that may have fallen to their deaths, or at the very least were injured and in need of medical attention. So, when he came home it was considerably late. Scarfettle was out hunting so it was just the lone figure of Azrael as he approached his hive, hands in his pockets and his jacket hood drawn up to block out the frigid winds.
HP: 20/20 Military Grade Daggers +1 DMG Novice Support Artifact, Style B! 1/1
Roll 1d4. 1, 2, 3 = 1/4 HP Restored 4 = Max HP Restored
Adept Artifact, Style B! 2/2
Roll 2d6. Deal double damage on this attack. +1 ongoing DMG for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.
She could as well imagine she was getting frostbites, the weather seemed like it was going through a slow change which the highblood noted she should try to do this quickly. With stiffened movements, Eridia peeked through the bushes, waiting for him to approach the entrance of his home. An instant after, she flinger a dagger at him as if it was a mere boomerang.
It was time for him to learn, that she wasn't to be joked with. She stepped out of the bush for him to see his aggressor. She had a blank expression, seemed pale and had heavy bags under her eyes. Eridia hadn't slept normally since that day and this was surely going to make things better for her. It was all his fault.
Azrael had pulled out his keys, not to unlock his door, that was already unlocked, but a small, locked mailbox. There was a slot for mail to go in and it was locked to keep any prying eyes out. He was about to unlock it when a searing pain hit his body. He let out a surprised scream and dropped his keys as he wildly reached for the object that stuck out of his arm. He pulled the weapon out of his arm and looked up to see Eridia.
He felt as though the world went silent. Why would Eridia attack him? Why was she here? Did she intend to kill him. Fear briefly crossed Azrael's face. Without much hesitation he detached one of his sickles from the chain on his belt loop and swung at Eridia. He needed to get out of there and fast.
HP: 15/20 Military Grade Daggers +1 DMG Novice Support Artifact, Style B! 1/1
Roll 1d4. 1, 2, 3 = 1/4 HP Restored 4 = Max HP Restored
Adept Artifact, Style B! 1/2
Roll 2d6. Deal double damage on this attack. +1 ongoing DMG for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.
Eridia tried her best to react in time, sadly the lack of sleep made it harder for her. Feeling the scythe cut through some flesh, the highblood's breath quickened. It seemed like she would start hyperventilating any time soon. Betrayal was all she could think of at the moment. He needed to see what he had being doing wrong all these sweeps. She had to make him pay.
With a shaky hand, she reached for something in a pouch attached to her leather belt. It she had the same cocky attitude of always, she would've smirked back as she aimed her skull at Azrael. But she didn't. "Don't ever test my patience lowblood." With that said she fired away. Hoping he'd get as hurt as Zeylla did back them. He had to go through all the wounds she went through. Physically and emotionally.
