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HOLY SHIT YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
[Of course! The one true Tark can never die. I never really left. I was active on my Lothian blog up until bloodborne came out, then I made a blog for a new muse. But I was suddenly struck with a desire to revive this blog, so here I am. ]
Dameon’s eyes suddenly flick open, the image of a city of blood fresh in his mind. He sighs, closing his eyes, and lets the cool water of the shallow stream wash over him. The nightmare was over, it was time to face reality again.
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"Sir... Are.. are you alright?" (( For the bloody,broken, and beaten prompt ))
Dameon opens his eyes and looks up at the man who spoke. “I will never be alright, but my body has been in worse shape before.”He coughs and mutters to himself “They must be getting desperate. It happens tonight after all.”
Crest helped the man to his feet, offering a small smile “Well.. none the less welcome to these lands.. sorry if the greeting was less then warm. Come.. we have a lot of ground to cover in a short period of time… Tell me.. what is your name?”
"People aren't exactly friendly where I come from either," He says, gesturing at the edge of his mask where it is fused to his face. "As to my name, it is Dameon. Pleased to meet you Crest, and thank you for the help."
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He would probably set himself on fire to keep her warm, if he must.
He would not need to burn himself to keep her warm. Not so long as I live. If she is cold, she need only come to my side.
His name is Vesgar, and he cares more about her than anyone else. Maybe, besides you, of course. He has two deadly axes, and fights with an awfully lot of strength behind them. Even when he said he wouldn't kill hunters anymore, he hunts them down without Ruby's knowledge.
Vesgar. That is not a name I will forget. The Beast has little interest in what weapons this Vesgar uses. An axe, a sword or an arrow will be equally ineffective against the Beast, when they are made from anything, save silver.
But to still hunt those who seek to harm the little one, this man must be truly dedicated to her...
He has killed literal hundreds of hunters to protect Ruby. Even a prison full, just to get her out.
He cares deeply for little one. I know not of any others like me, save little one, so this brother must be human. The Beast is impressed. Any human who kills hunters was fine by him. He breifly considered eating the shade, but thought better of it. The grey faced ones rarely provided much in the way of filling his belly, and this one may have more to tell of this brother.
"Sir... Are.. are you alright?" (( For the bloody,broken, and beaten prompt ))
Dameon opens his eyes and looks up at the man who spoke. “I will never be alright, but my body has been in worse shape before.”He coughs and mutters to himself “They must be getting desperate. It happens tonight after all.”
Crest would nod and look to the sky, frowning. Perhaps a hour, maybe two til the sun goes down. To be here in the dark… a death sentence.
"Come.. we need to move quickly then.. I am crest.. are you a new arrival to lordrun, another undead sent here out of hope or desperation?" Crest would say, as he extends a hand to the man, offering to help him up.
The names of this place stirs a memory deep inside of Dameon. Something ancient, that does not belong to him. He pushes the thought from his mind, not wanting to face that right now.
He accepts the man's hand and unsteadily stands, placing much of his weight on his staff. "You could say that. I am new here, but I do not think anybody has sent me."
Did you know ruby has a brother?
Ruby? Ah, yes, that is the little one... The Beast was not aware of a brother. He blows a puff of air in the shade's face, a curious look is his eyes. He wants to know more.
"Sir... Are.. are you alright?" (( For the bloody,broken, and beaten prompt ))
Dameon opens his eyes and looks up at the man who spoke. “I will never be alright, but my body has been in worse shape before.”He coughs and mutters to himself “They must be getting desperate. It happens tonight after all.”
"Aye… come.. I know the way like the back of my hand.. we can take the safer route but.. it is longer. Will you hold out til then, or if not, there is another path but it is… hazardous. What do you think?"
"I'd prefer the faster path, but you say it is not as safe? If you can get us through the faster way, that is what we should do. If not, I should be able to last until the bonfire."
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The black dragon flies lazily through the sky, his mind in a time far past, when life was more exciting. He thinks back to the great war between the divines and his own kind. Had it not been for the traitor, the dragons would have certainly won, something he was still bitter about to this day.
All he had left to occupy him these days were his memories and the occasional human who thought to challenge him. What fools. Not even the gods who had slain the rest of his brothers and sisters dared challenge him, yet still humans came to fight. They were determined little creatures, he gave them that.
He had to keep running. The hunters had come out in much larger groups than before. It seemed that they were ready this time. He would have liked to have warned Ruby about their increase in activity, but she likely was already aware.
He could feel it in the back of his mind. It knew what was coming. He could feel it pushing him to give it control, just a little sooner, but Dameon would not give in. Dameon knew that he would not have a choice in the matter soon, but he was going to hold out against the beast as long as he could.
He had lost track of how long they had been chasing him, but that didn't matter. These hunters did not stand a chance. The Beast was a formidable enemy in it's usual state, but the shades seem to think that it's sight has returned, an event that will likely prove fatal for any it encounters.
The usual pain arrives after a moment. Dameon groans. He yells out to the hunters who he can hear very close by. "You may as well turn. He is here and there is nothing you nor I can do. If you wish to live, you should run."
He can feel the transformation begin, but there is something different about it this time. It takes him a moment to realize it. He can still see. Which means the Beast can as well.
It seems the shades were right.
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M!A: The Beast can see for the duration of the next transformation.
[This one has been sitting around for a couple days and I accept it. I just forgot to post it. Sorry whoever sent it.]
"Sir... Are.. are you alright?" (( For the bloody,broken, and beaten prompt ))
Dameon opens his eyes and looks up at the man who spoke. “I will never be alright, but my body has been in worse shape before.”He coughs and mutters to himself “They must be getting desperate. It happens tonight after all.”
Crest looked around, the burg silent for the moment, a few slain hollows laying before this mans feet. But crest knew the longer they stayed here more chance more would come… they never really stopped.
"Come on.. If you can stand I have your back.. if not I can help carry you. There is a bonfire not to far away.. "
With a groan, Dameon sits up and pulls a lifegem from his belt. He crushes it and curses silently when his wounds do not heal properly. Silver. His eyes flick towards the sky, instinctively going to the moon that was barely visible in the daylight. Soon.
Struggling, he rises to his feet. "I'm not in fighting shape, but I should be able to walk." He reaches behind his back, and pulls his staff from it's harness. It may not be the made as a walking stick, but it would do. "You should probably lead the way, I am not familiar with this place."
