From the Abyss he came (Daft! I summon thee!)

[Anonymous]

If one had been near the area, they would have seen and felt the disturbance. It was an unknown power, one of great magnitude that seemed to drip with malice. Near a small grove of trees outside of La’marri was the source of this strange power disruption. Runes of strange origin had begun to burn themselves onto the trees, runes of dark purple and glowing white centres. Slowly a strange lightning began to flash, arcing between the trees and skittering along the bark surface. There was a final flash of light, and that was it. The runes turned black, and the lightning disappeared completely, leaving the crumpled form of a strange creature.

Sleek black skin covered its bone structure, strong sinewy legs stretched for a moment and athletic arms spread out. Long thin claws were attached to the hands, gripping into the ground as the creature pushed itself up. A long tail whipped around fiercely as glowing yellow eyes scanned the vicinity. It had a flat face, mostly lipless for that matter, with slits for ears and a nose. Elongated fangs dripped a greenish blue substance on the ground as it yawned, showing off a spear like tongue for only a moment.

The creature looked around at the grove of trees, at the twenty or so smouldering runes that littered the area. They had used some powerful magic to expel him from the Abyssal realm, to send him to...where exactly had he been sent? He had travelled to a few realms before, entering a mortal plane of life to feed off the energy of others, and then returning to the Abyss…but this place…it was different. He had to get his bearings, how many suns did this place have?

Eyes looked skyward, towards the burning sphere above him. One sun it seemed, this was good. It looked like it was inhabited by rather smart creatures, and he could smell magic in the air, as well as other things. Perfect. He began to stalk forward, trying to follow the Ley lines of magic, and towards the source of strange sounds in his ears. Slipping into busy he sat on his hind quarters, watching this collection of domiciles and the like. Humanoids seemed to wander the streets of this town. Thank the Nether they weren’t a primitive race at least.

Now the only real question was…how to go about all this. It was daytime, and there were people out, which meant that the people weren’t nocturnal. This was good. Darkness was an excellent time for him to move and feast. For now he would just have to design a layout of this town in his mind and look for the best place to attack. They all reeked of magic; there wouldn’t be a need to pick a particular target. He just needed something to feast on, to replenish his strength. Any one of the fools would do. A simple bite to the neck and it would be all over. He could stay no doubt in this town for maybe a good two days, sucking the magic from one mage until they got suspicious, then ran like Hell to somewhere else.

Yes. This was going to be good indeed.

[Anonymous]

Bella laughed as she sat in the grass, her legs crossed and books scattered all about herself. She’d spent too many hours in the depths of buildings reading old, dusty books by candle light. She wasn’t fond of closed spaces, or dark for that matter, so the warm sunlight on her skin was a welcome change. The laughter was caused by the flower she had just made twine itself around her finger, as if it were alive. Simple things such as that could cause her to laugh, and laugh she did as the yellow flower seemed to tilt its ‘head’ up to her like a small animal.

“Now you stop that. You’re a flower, not a cat. When I say stop moving about like that, stop.� She scolded the plant, and the head immediately stilled. The upward tilt of her lips remained though as she slowly pulled the flower from her finger and placed the end portion where white roots were entangled in a clump of dirt into a small pot where soil had already been placed, a small hole dug out in the center. After the flower was placed in and planted, she lifted the clay pot up to set beside herself. Bella brushed her fingers off along the tight brown breeches she wore and pulled a book over. The flower was something she’d been doing since she was a young girl, it was a break taken from the miniature scripture covering the yellow pages of the book she had dragged towards her lap.

Bella was sitting just on the edge of the town, not far from the dirt path that lead directly to the center of the town. She was just far enough to be comfortable and enjoy a gentle breeze that tugged at her deep red strands of hair. Most of the locks had been thrown into a messy bun, but a few of the more rebellious ones had broken free from the piece of ribbon and were fluttering about her face and tickling the skin of her neck. As her green eyes scanned the page of the book resting heavily along her legs, a hand would reach up and swat at a piece of hair or two, but she seemed fully concentrated in the text, almost as if enjoying what the author was saying to the reader.

Then, something made the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention, and her eyes ripped away from the words and she looked behind her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed together and the hand that had been brushed at her hair was now curled along the back of her neck, fingertips pressing into the muscles there. What had that been? It was faint, but she felt it. She was sure of it.

“It was nothing.� She murmured to herself, but despite her reassuring words her eyes remained on the trees not far off from where she sat. Her top teeth reached out the grab her lower lip and she nibbled a bit on the skin, almost as if unsure of what she had told herself. Slowly her head turned back around though, and she picked up where she had stopped from the slight disturbance.

[Anonymous]

In all the excitement and magic, he had failed to realize that not all the magic was being contained within the town itself, but there were mages on the outskirts and perimetre...This might have been a good thing actually, as he wouldn't have to wait for nightfall. A smile slowly crossed his lips as he turned his attention away from the town, to scout the nearby area. Magic...magic...Magic! That's where it was coming from. A woman who seemed to be enjoying a text of some sort. Even from his hiding spot in the bushes he could smell her, the taint of magic all about her. It was...intoxicating to him.

Licking his lipless mouth once he stayed still for a moment, deciding on what to do. Slowly he began to change himself, he began to shrink into a minature version of himself. He stopped shrinking till he was about a foot and a half long, not including his long whip like tail. At least he wouldn't be viewed as that big of a threat anymore. It would allow him to get much closer to this woman.

Stalking out from the bushes he started to head towards her slowly, dragging his left hind leg along. After all, the sympathy plea always seemed to work. Not so much on men, at least, not the warrior types. His pupils dilated, and now large black dots could be seen amongst the glowing pools of yellow light. If he could figure out how to turn those off he would, but for now they would just have to stay on.

He slinked closer to her, limping and making pathetic mewling noises at her. He made sure to keep his claws at a length that wouldn't seem dangerous, and to hide his fangs as best he could. It was just so easy really, he couldn't believe how many times peopel had fallen for this. Even if she didn't believe his act, no doubt because he wasn't a local animal, he was still close enough he could dash after her and bite her ankle.

He stopped just short of her, to not approach any closer and frighten her. Then he laid down on his stomach, his hind leg outstretched to show he couldn't use it, and then he made another mewling noise at her. He felt dispicable for trying this so many times, but he really was hungry, and it wasn't fair that he would have to wait till night. The trap had been laid however, and he wondered how she would react.

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Bella blinked down at the words, but kept her head down. She had been trying to convince herself that it was nothing, swearing to herself that she was trying to entertain herself with things from her mind. Then she heard a noise, a sort of mewing and she nearly toppled over trying to spin around. The book was dropped from her lap and she had turned around so that she was on her hands and knees. The tunic she was wearing along her top was more designed for a woman, and was fluttering about herself, tucking into the band of the fitted breeches. Quickly she pushed herself to her feet and took a few steps forward, blinking her green eyes.

“Now what’s wrong here? Poor thing.� She whispered out, her voice soft and gentle, so she wouldn’t scare the poor creature. When she got close enough she crouched down onto her knees, brushing a loose strand of dark red hair from her face. Slowly she reached a hand forward, and if it allowed she would gently brush her fingertips along the things back. She didn’t want to jump in and figure out what was wrong. It would scare the creature, but she wanted to know what was wrong.

“What in the world are you? Haven’t seen a thing like you before in a book or anything. You better have an anatomy similar to a creature I’ve read about before, or it’ll be sticks and a binding for you, and a long time of healing.� She said with a comforting smile and tilting her head to the side, still trying to gently soothe the creature enough to help him.

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He had to act just right. When she came near he shied away from her, making a small terrified squeek. When she reached out for him he tried to get even flatter to avoid her hand. However when she touched him finally he pressed his back into her hand, almost like a small furry creature he had seen before. A cat or something rather. After all, he looked like one, just furless and without the ears or predominate shaped face. Slowly a growl began to issue from his throat, no, not a growl, it was almost like a purr, and his eyes slowly closed as she stroked him. This had been too easy! He hoped there was a challenge here but he had plucked at her heart strings just right.

He mewed again at her as she talked to him, of course he understood her, but she wouldn't know that now would she? He was rather disappointed she was all happy, as he did so want to feast upon negative emotions but...well that would just have to wait.

"I am a Demni." He spoke suddenly, and grinned, bearing his teeth at her. That, and he suddenly began to grow, extend himself until he was back to his normal size. He had no clue if these people knew what a Demni was, but judging by how she hadn't read or seen anything about him, it was a good chance they hadn't.

"You are my meal." He told her as he kept his fangs beared, dripping with their paralysing toxin. All he had to do now was bite her and it would be over with. She would be rendered immobile, and he could feed for a few minutes. His hind leg fixed itself and he crouched, suddenly launching himself at the woman with his front paws out stretched. The goal was to knock her down onto her back, then to bite her. He would just have to see how his pounce turned out.

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Bella began to nip at her bottom lip as she stared down at the creature, trying to figure out what creature she could compare this one to as he pushed into her hand like some of the local cats did as she fed and petted them. She couldn’t tell what was wrong with the creature until she really tapped into her mind and her ability to heal. But, he seemed calm enough, safe enough, and trusting enough. She moved to reach her other hand forward towards the injured thing.

Then, he spoke. And grew. And she was no longer smiling and petting.

She was pushing herself back and she fell onto her backside. When the now enlarged Demni moved to pounce onto her, she dropped to her back and rolled away in the grass. Immediately from there she scrambled to her feet and spun around to face him, wherever he happened to be now.  Bella lifted her hands before herself and a small flame sparked in her palms. The flame took no effort, but if he intended to attack again, her defense would drain her a bit.

“It’s amazing that someone can be so kind to try and help someone, and this is the payment. What’s a Demni. I’ve never heard of one and I’ve read enough books to fill a good sized library.� She was stalling, true. She didn’t enjoy hurting people, even those that attacked her, so she was hoping that perhaps this Demni would simply…give up. Her emerald eyes watched him carefully and her booted feet were ready to move her out of harms way if needed. Bella wouldn’t exactly be considered graceful and to have amazing reflexes, but if she was in danger, she could run pretty quick.

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He cursed silently that she had managed to duck under his pounce, but he had to give her credit for being quick on her feet so to speak. As he landed on the ground, he spun himself about, crouched low as he slowly started to stalk back and forth. He didn't want her to get back to town, that could ruin everything he had planned. No, keeping her from town was his top priority at the moment. He didn't answer her insepid question, there was no point on it. She was using magic though! Glorius! A mage was so predictable sometimes.

His skin began to smoulder, as if he had recently been on fire and smoke was escaping from his body now. This was actually not true, this was him absorbing the magic that the flame was giving off. This was perfect. His eyes glowed brighter as he watched her carefully, almost satisfied with sapping the energy from her like this. It was good.

He seemed rather content to just stay there, sucking the magic from the flickering flame. It would soon go out, and she would have to remake it. He wondered if she could feel it, his Abyssal energy absorbing her own magic. His skin flared more and the dark smoke that seemed to disappear after leaving a foot from his body continued to pour from him. Then he took another step forward, and another, until he dashed towards her. He pounced once more, his front paws stretched out to each side. He made sure his trajectory was high but not too high. Even if she ducked he would still manage to hit her.

He would capture this mage, even if it took him all day.

[Anonymous]

Bella let her eyes quickly move to her hands to see the flame flickering to death. It was gone, and she looked up to see him smoking. Once more a flame burst to life in the palm of her hand. She growled lowly as she shifted her feet as she watched him. The flame began to slowly die. Her emerald eyes locked onto his glowing ones and she ripped her hands apart, the flame done once more. She shifted her feet as she watched him, only to see him spring through the air towards her once more.

She did exactly as he thought she might do. Bella ducked down and tried to fall to the side, but one of his paws caught her shoulder and she was knocked backwards onto her back. If he had landed above her head in that area of the grass, she would try to roll away from him and get to her feet. Magic would do nothing if he could simply suck it up and kill whatever she attempted to use.

Her feet began to travel through the grass, and she ran. Although, the grass that she ran across would stand straight up, and the points would be staring at the sky. Needless to say, if he tried to step on them, they would prick at the bottoms of his feet and cause him to bleed. Not deadly, but certainly not painless. Bella didn’t look behind herself. She concentrated on the earth beneath her feet and making sure that if he were to follow her, it would be painful, but not enough to kill. She didn’t want to kill, but she certainly didn’t want to be anyone’s meal.

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If he had been smarter and more aware, he would have extended his claws and let them secrete the toxin, but he hadn't remembered that until now of course. When he landed he whirled about to look towards her, and she had already begun to land. Fiesty was a good word for this woman. He chased after all, his hind legs pumping and his front paws tearing up the ground as he ran.

When his paws touched the spiked grass he stopped for only a moment. With his skin still flaring he seemed he explode into a burst of black smoke. Then he reappeared somewhere further ahead, closer to her. He was in mid-gallop as he disappeared once more, appearing closer and closer each time he did so. This was a good way to avoid the grass and the stinging pain.

When he was behind her he disappeared again, forcing himself to reappear further ahead of her. After he was a good distance in front of her he turned about to watch her, staying low. A growl emitted from his throat as she now approached, his teeth bared and dripping poison. His claws also secreted the toxin from them. This time he would not make the same mistake he had before. He launched himself at her once more, this time not leaping but running as fast he could.

He was simply going to collide with this woman, become tangled up with her to bite and claw her into paralysis. No more time for silly games, he was becoming desperate for a feast, and she was perfect.

[Anonymous]

Bella was inhaling and exhaling heavily. She was quick on her feet, and could ran rather fast, but it was wearing on her, along with trying to keep the grass pointed. She didn’t slow down, didn’t even think about stopping, until it was too late. He was there, running directly towards her, and before she could veer out of the way or stop herself, they collided together. Her hands tired to claw at him and flames burst into her hands, trying to burn or harm him in any way. This was no longer about being polite and kind, this was about getting out of his grasp.

“Let me go!� She screamed, her hair falling from the messy bun to fall over half of her face, her cheeks a bright red. Her teeth bit down hard on her lip as she felt claws and teeth sink into her skin, puncturing the layers. Her pain tolerance was high, but she felt lazy now. It stung, the flames in her hands died away. If he had let her go, she would slid to the ground. What was wrong with her? She’d been cut and injured before and she’d never reacted like that before. Her eyelids flickered a moment, and she tapped quickly into the healing portion of her magical ability, following what she had colored as a blue thread in her mind.

“Poison…toxin?� She questioned although her words slurred together. She couldn’t move, her fingers were twitching to their last movements, before falling still. Paralysis had attacked her system, and she was still.

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The collision had dazed him only for a moment as they tumbled together, his teeth biting and his claws pawing and ripping at whatever skin they met. The burning from the fire hurt, that he would admit, but he ignored the pain as he wrestled with this girl. He knew he got a few good bites in, as she started to become sluggish. Excellent! This is what he wanted to have happen. She spoke, muttering some slurred words about poison and toxin.

"Yes. Fangs coated with it, as are  claws." He whispered as he pulled himself from her, slowly moving away from her to sit on his hind quarters. Now he just had to make sure nothing was broken or burned badly. His skin was singed here and there, but that would heal after he fed upon this woman.

"Use magic...I dare you." He spoke as he came over to lay upon her, holding her there. His arms were folded over her chest as he stared straight into her eyes, a smirk upon his lipless face.

"You won't clear all toxin with your magic." He told her as his skin began to flare and smoke, tapping into the magic that was contained about and within her. It was glorious, and it was very satisfying to say the least. He would get himself back up to full strength once more. His wounds had even started to heal. His tail whipped back and forth excitadly as he watched his incapicitated victim with a smug sort of aura about him.

"You fine chase and  fine meal indeed." He purred as he nipped at her shoulder gently, letting a bit more toxin spill into her body.

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Bella’s breathing slowed to a shallow inhale and exhale as she lay there, unable to move, but her mind was fully aware of her surroundings. She could feel the toxins rushing through her blood stream and body, paralyzing her, rendering her helpless. There as nothing she could do as he lay along her, her dark, dilated eyes staring directly into his own.

She believed him on not being able to remove all of the toxins. She knew she wouldn’t be able to remove them, but she didn’t have to remove them. It all depended on whether or not she could actually use her magic. Her eyes watched him as he smoked and caught sight of the twitching tail that was moving back and forth.

Mentally she winced, recoiled, cried out as she felt his teeth in her shoulder. She couldn’t physically do any of that though. Instead, she followed that blue thread and found the toxins, found them all. It was everywhere, in every vein, every cell. Her attention shifted to her feet, and slowly she began to collect the toxin and move it slowly up her legs. Would she be able to use her magic? Would he notice the healing ability being worked on herself? She wasn’t exactly healing herself, she was simply pulling the paralyzing toxins from her feet. If she were able to do this, she would wiggle her toes within her boots just slightly, but keep her green eyes on him.

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"Yeees. Use your magic." He gave a visible shudder as he continued to absorb her magic, now absorbing the healing magic she was trying. He knew exactly what she wanted to do, and she was extering too much of the delicious energy. Some victims figured out his thirst for magic but this one...not this one it seemed. He kept the bulk of his weight against her, even if she managed to remove some of the toxin, she couldn't get it all. He moved his hands now, pressing his index digits into her forearms. He removed his fangs from her shoulder, pushing away to watch her in the eyes.

"Keep trying to heal yourself. Keep trying." His body flared and smoked more as he sucked in the power she released. Oh it was divine, better than he expected it to be. He was pleased with this outcome to say the least.

"Weak mortal creature." He hissed into her ear, pressing more of his claws into her arms. He wanted her to be angry, to expell negative emotions to him. It was true that some Demni weren't able to control their feeding frenzy, but Nazarul...he knew his limits. At least, he thought he knew his limits.

"Brought down by me. Weak. Pathetic." His common wasn't all up to par, so he really did hope he was saying the right words. Words that would inspire anger, a chief emotion that would satisfy his urge. Fear was also a good one, but he liked anger much better. It had a better taste.

[Anonymous]

Bella was at a loss for what to do. He was taking obvious pleasure from her healing abilities, but what else could she do? Lay there and let him bite her and dig his nails into her? Each puncture in her arm from his fingernails caused her to cry out in her mind. It hurt, no doubt, but each time his teeth of claws sunk into her skin, more of that paralyzing toxin was added to her blood stream. Soon, she stopped using it, let the toxins attack the cells and veins in her feet once more.

She was hard to upset. It took a lot for Bella to actually lose her temper, and he was making her draw closer and closer to the edge. With his final words, her eyes conveyed the anger she felt, the absolute rage at how he was toying with her. He had fooled her into helping him, and now here she lay, filled with toxins that enabled her to move and he was taking joy from that. This would simply not do. She was fuming, in her mind, and she would like nothing more than to harm him.  

Her body flared up to painful temperatures. It didn’t require movement. It required her to loosen her hold over her magical abilities and let her rare, but fierce temper take hold. The temper that was now consuming her mind was using fire, heat, anger. His skin would be burnt where he touched her. She didn’t care if he fed off of her magic now. She was upset, humiliated, and angry, and he would feel that from the temperature of her very skin.

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Oh he had done it now! She was enraged now, and the painful temperature from her body told him this. It didn't matter though to him. The pain may have been there, but the pleasure was all that consumed him. As fast as she could burn him, his body would simply heal itself, partaking in the delight that was her rage. It was an intoxicating feeling for him, one of pure delight. He did however move off of her, removing his claws from her body and stepping away from her. He was full. Plain and simple, and didn't much feel like being burnt anymore. Licking the blood from his claws he stopped smouldeirng as he stepped back from her.

Laying down beside her, in a more docile look, with his hands on the grass and his chin resting atop of them he smirked slightly, watching her continously. He couldn't very well feed forever, and for that matter, he couldn't let her just sit here to be discovered. He was in a qaundry to say the least. Best to see what happens when the toxins wear off.

"Five pentri." He said suddenly to her. Pentri...no...that wasn't their word was it? His mind raced as he thought of the correct common word. Minutes.

"Minutes." The word was foreign to him, but he knew it wasn't to them.

"Five minutes." He corrected himself now with a smile. He probably should explained what he meant, but he liked the idea of how much fear she would give off, unknown to what he had meant by saying five minutes. It was almost a game to him really.

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Bella nearly screamed with relief, but she couldn’t. So, she rejoiced within her mind as he removed himself from her body, and her temperature immediately fell back to what it normally should have been. When he lay beside her, her eyes fell to the side and she caught sight of him from the corners of her eyes, before immediately swiveling them back up to stare at the sky.

She couldn’t quite register what he had said. It meant nothing to her, until he corrected himself. She was sure her heartbeat increased, and her stomach froze with fear. Five minutes. Five. Minutes. Until? She died? Until the toxins finally just shut her body down, killing her lungs and heart? No noise came from between her pink lips, but she was panicking. Pure terror.

Bella had five minutes to think off all of the possibilities of what he could mean. Death was the only answer she could think of. Five minutes until everything she had done in her life was wasted. Five minutes to contemplate if it would be painful, if death would be horrible. Five minutes to scold herself for leaving the depths of the library to enjoy the sunlight. This is what she had been rewarded with. Five minutes to think about why she was so helpful. Five minutes to tell herself that after all of this time helping people and doing what was best for everyone else finally had killed her.

Five minutes to learn how to hate someone. Five minutes to learn how to hate the creature laying beside her.

[Anonymous]

With each passing monter...er...second he flicked his tail back and forth like a metranome. This was enjoyable, watching her lying there, trying desperatly to figure out what would happen to her. He smiled to himself as he snuck in closer to her, his lipless mouth near her ear.

"I...Nazarul." He told her quietly. His tongue extended from his mouth, to lick along her cheek, and he shuddered. Terror. Pure unabrashed terror. It was heaven for Nazarul as he backed away once more from her, lying down again to watch her. This was amusing to say the least, and he wondered what her reaction would be when she finally started to move. Just a minute and a half was left by his calculation.

"Tick...tock...tick...tock..." He wanted to get a bit more fear from her before she got her senses back. He enjoyed the thought of her chasing after him with a wide array of magical spells, all which he would absorb and become just that more powerful. Oh how long could this last wasn't a hard question. Just a minute more and she'd get her mobility back.

Would she run away? Back to that magic laden town? Would she try to kill him? Would she simply lay there and begin to cry like so many others had done before. He knew that to some this was almost considered violation, and could be considered traumatic. To others it was just confusing. A creature who paralysed you, lay beside you and kept you paralysed and then left without any adverse effects? That was indeed troubling and confusing.

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Bella felt numb as she heard him whisper into her ear. The numbness turned to near blinding cold as his tongue moved along her cheek. She had to be sweating by now, a cold, fearful sweat. Her body felt cold, so it must be the sweat, the chilling sweat. She had a feeling that is was simply her raw terror.

When he began to nearly taunt her with the time, she fought against the paralysis. Screaming in her mind, throwing herself upwards, but she remained laying there, still. Her eyes were wide as she continued to fight against the invisible bindings that held her body there until she was sure she would simply die.

Relentlessly she threw herself up, twisted side to side, new that the very seconds were counting down. Her mind hit five minutes, and she screamed. Only, this time, sound came from between her lips and as she threw herself up, she actually moved up. Her body was tingling with the numbness that her immobile body had suffered. But she was alive. Would her heart stop now? Was she dreaming? Her hands quickly ran along her freezing body and brushed her hair from her face…and then she remembered him. Nazarul.

Just as when she had heard the mewing of pain, she spun around on her hands and knees to stare at him, her lips parted and her green eyes wide.

“Wh…wh…� She tried to form a question before she fell back to rest along her knees. She felt exhausted. Her eyelids slid shut and she didn’t once think that perhaps he would kill her. Slowly she lifted the heavy lids and her hands began to brush along her body. She was sure she was smeared in crimson blood, and that many wounds would need to be tended to. Her eyes lowered from him to look to her tattered, white tunic, and saw the blotches of her own blood.

“What are you? What’ve you done?� She finally got the energy to ask, looking up to him. She was still filled with fear and terror of the creature. But she couldn’t get to her feet, couldn’t find the motivation to kill him or to run screaming back to the town. Foolish? Some may say she was, but she didn’t believe so.

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Nazarul simply watched, and winced, when she screamed. That was a little louder than he had wanted, but said nothing. She seemed to ignore him for a moment, before she finally focused once more upon him. He had a smug expression on as she turned to address him, trying to form the words. She seemed distressed to say the least.

"I am...Demni. I have fed." He answered her questions shortly, to the point, mainly because he couldn't do much more. Nazarul did feel he owed her an explanation of sorts, but he couldn't form any of the right words. He however spoke in Abyssal to her, which consisted of harsh clusters of mostly vowless words. He did know a bit of common to get by with at least.

"Abyssal...creature." He said after a few minujtes, forming the proper words. He knew this poor thing wouldn't understand Abyssal, and with good reason as it wasn't a commonly spoke language in most realms. He had found one before that held the Abyssal langauge in high regards, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

"Thank you....energy...good." He tried to explain it to her as he sat up on his hind quarters to watch her carefully. Nazarul could smell and see the blood on her, but he had to get the toxin in her, and directly into the bloodstream seemed to work more efficiently than anything else.

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Bella simply stared at him. She began to breath heavily and her fingers curled into the fabric of her tunic above where her rapidly beating heart lay. When he began to speak in some foreign language she simply looked upon him in confusion, fear, interest. She couldn’t understand a thing he was saying.

“Abyssal creature?� She repeated after him after calming herself down enough to speak a few words at once. When he sat up on his hindquarters she leaned forward slightly to look at him through her curtain of dark hair. Her lips parted as she tried to gather all of this into her rather muddled head,

“Did you…you didn’t drink my blood, did you? Please tell me you didn’t. You couldn’t have.� Her fingers began to roam her body, wincing as the pads of her fingertips brushed over one of the open wounds. She shook her head as she began to think about it. “No, you didn’t, did you?� She’d lost blood, but was it enough that he had actually sucked up her blood? Would blood be considered energy? Or was it her magic…her magic.

“You fed from magic.� It wasn’t a question. That’s why her flame had died, why he had enjoyed it when she had been upset. “Emotions…� She said and her hands lifted up to run through her already untidy hair.

“You could have just asked me to light a fire or something! The toxins and paralysis were a bit much!� She yelled in frustration towards him. She’d lost control of her temper earlier, and she certainly wouldn’t now.