the scent of love | noe archiviste | vanitas no carte
description. noe finds comfort in the scent you hold, and even as he holds you, he realizes more- and his hunger grows.
warnings. refer to sexual themes at some point, blood, biting,
reader. fem!reader/afab reader
an. eyo. so, classes started, and I won't be writing much, only small blurbs. I think ill reopen my study blurbs (found in masterlist) for the semester. also fixed the ending :/ tumblr was being dumb booooo.
the scent of lavender, lemongrass, and a few touches of something he can't quite put his finger on, noe finds himself addicted to the current scent you hold.
his head is tucked into the curve of your neck, and with your hair newly braided and fresh out of the shower, you smelled divine. your natural scent slowly started to phase into the mix, breaking through the soaps and perfumes. a small hum leaves his throat, and he moves to curl into your body more. the giggle that leaves you cannot compare to anything else, he thinks, even heavens angels writhe in envy at you.
"noe, you're nearly crushing me." you laughed, a hand moving to his hair as the other gently scratched his back, a short huff leaves him.
"i can get off, though, i really love being this close to you." his arm thrown around you give you a small squeeze, and you roll your eyes at his antics.
"well, don't move around too much..." your voice faded out, his eyes close as you finished speaking, moving to hum and softly sing.
it was a soft, loving, moment noe need. from failing ruthvens test, chloe and her antics, vanitas' stubbornness referaining to explain even a semblance of truth- this moment with him laying on you brought him a sense of sanity. his mind becomes full with a haze, like the static of a radio or the stuffing in a ragdoll, it leave him with a warmth that allows the entirety of his body to relax.
he loves you so, these private, little moments. something domi herself can't seem to onset, quite a feat, considering the innumerable experiences they've shared since childhood. though, he's reserved many with you, and he can feel his face flush with heat as the memories flood back. the rushing heat and passion, kisses that trailed from his lips to his neck, further and further down. the rake of your nails down his back, your bodies pressed together, its an intimacy he's only shared with you.
his heart is rushing, the erratic beat in his ears, and it overcomes his senses and a new hunger grows. he can't help but need for you, your love, and your blood.
oh god, he really, really, needed your blood.
he starts to mouth at your neck, lips gently caressing the skin with small kisses as his teeth started to peak out, never truly breaking the skin until he got your permission. the kisses turn to nips, nips and harsh sucks give you an idea of what he wants. you turn your head, and push him towards your neck, and he quietly thanks you in a hushed prayer.
and his teeth break into your skin, the metallic taste of blood fills his taste, his sense of smell.
the scent of lavender, lemongrass, your soaps, and natural scent. the taste of your blood, the trust you leave in him to drink from you, and he gives a small sigh into your skin.
the scent of love, he thinks, the arms of comfort.
Can I request a blurb for Xiao? I was thinking: maybe he fought a mutated wopperflower, and got it by its nectar which has a like, truthserum-effect? The reader (preferably m! But gn is also fine of course) encounters him and insists on taking care of him in their house bcus its closer then the inn, and Xiao accidentally confesses while there (so like, reader and Xiao already Knew eachother for a While)
Let me love you, you funky little Yaksha man
truthful | xiao | genshin impact | study blurb
description. whopperflowers near Dragonspine have, unfortunately, been interacting with the remnants of the false Albedo. in doing so, they've created... unexpected mutations, and have become quite aggressive. Xiao is one of their recent victims.
reader. gn!reader, no sex or gender mentions
warnings. blood, wound description, truth serum/mind altering drugs
an. Eyo. I'm half asleep. Had therapy today and cried like a bitch but felt so much better after a nap. I am refusing to do homework atm so take dis.
the wind seemed to always settle down when xiao was around.
the wind settled suddenly, a stark contrast from its previous state, the current windstorm that assaulted the inn was gone in minutes- the hint to the arrival of a certain yaksha. you continued to work in your room, editing files and documents before bringing them to their desired owners.
"mondstadts alchemist seems to have gotten ahead of himself." xiaos voice broke through your concentration, the sound of a body collapsing on your bed followed quickly, a small groan of pain muffled in the fluffy blankets.
you turned around, shooting up from your seat once you noticed the crimson stains on xiaos body, leaking into the sheets and pooling to the floor.
"what was it this time." your shock was evident, rushing over to your bedside to grab the small case containing medical supplies, summoning a catalyst as you moved to the yakshas side.
"roll over, your chest seems to have gotten the worst of it." you heaved out, pushing the dead weight that didn't seem to feel like assisting you, your eyes caught sight of the large gash that opened his skin horizontally. red and irritated, the sides puffed up with a deep maroon shining with blood, a quick indication that there was venom or something of the sort attacking the wound, a small touch made the heat emanating from it leaving you worried as xiao hissed in pain.
"that hurts, you know." his eyes rolled over to you, watching at your catalyst started to glow with the light of your dendro vision, a comforting green emanating onto your skin. you continued your work, ignoring his comment and deciding to do your best with your vision, before using your kit as a last line of defense. worst comes to worst, you can manage to get a summons with madam ping to fix what you can't.
"green is your color." he starts, your eyebrow rose a bit, the comment wasn't in his nature. xiao didn't exactly give compliments freely... or have such an airy tone when speaking.
"shame you didn't get an anemo vision. would have suited you better," he continued, eyes closed as he feels the wound on his chest mending, a comfortable and soothing warmth soaked into his skin.
"seeing you free is a beautiful sight. the teal of anemo would compliment you even more..." he sighs, the sealing of his wound made it much more shallow than it was before.
"xiao, what did you fight? you aren't speaking like yourself." you wanted to understand what exactly is making him say these things, the flush of heat on your face made you feel dizzy, his words hitting a softer side to your heart.
"speaking like myself? i speak perfectly fine, these are my thoughts. i don't know why they keep coming out like this though. i can't control it... exactly." his face is a bright shade of red, dull golden eyes were wide and panicked, looking you over with a sense of urgency. he feared this would be the end of one of the few relationships he has left, that he's overstepped a boundary.
"you won't leave me, right? i'm sorry if i've overstepped, but please dont..don't... leave me." his voice is shaky, a broken whisper as a hand goes to wrap around your wrist gently, your palm open to allow your catalyst to hover above your hand. you softened your gaze at him, your free hand going to the one gripping your wrist before pulling it off, holding it softly as you thumbed his palm.
"no, i won't leave you." you sighed, closing his wound before going to the shallower gashes on his stomach, keeping an eye on his skin as it closed up with the envious color. the words leave him so effortlessly, and you realize the venom or poison that irritated his wound must have affected his mind, leaving him to speak his mind freely, without restraint.
"but, I need you to tell me what you fought. you mentioned albedo? did he attack you?" your voice was quiet as to not overwhelm him, moving your free hand from his to push his hair from his face, taking his hand back once again.
"no. the cryo flowers had a golden hue, and the flower pattern that belongs to him. experiments maybe. they're quite strong. I'm sorry if I've worried you."
"no, no you didn't worry too bad. but I don't think he was experimenting on the flowers either. i'll send a message to the knights, but on a more pressing matter, how are you feeling now?" you had finished his stomach, moving to his shoulders, fatigue taking a small toll on you as you yawned.
"better. you always make me better. thank you." he gives a small smile, and you give him one back.
"it's no issue. i do this because i care for you xiao." you smiled, watching his face flare up at your words, unable to hide the truth from you.
"really?"
"really."
a comfortable silence fills the air, and you take the hint that xiao is done talking, his body haven gotten a bit more tender from how he was before.
Heaven heard your prayers lol For the thirst hours, how about a one hell of a butler? I am not really creative but how about Sebastian Michaelis as a lover? Let's say he did fall in love (I headcanon him as not capable of falling in love but whatever lol) How would he treat us and how about the first time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
Sebastian isn't a man who-
Well, he want a man to begin with.
He was a demon, a fallen and corrupted being, never meant to see the light of heaven once again- destined to damn souls and devour a few more along the way. He's seen empires rise and fall, the start of primal man to their modern counter parts, and he's seen the change everything and nothing at all.
But one thing he's noticed, that human did quite well, as love.
Love.
Who was he to understand it? He used to be filled with it, that warm full feeling in his chest, the comfort and safety it brought with being vulnerable to another. But he lost it, long ago, and it's been twisted, corrupted, forever torn and shredded into nothing.
Or, that what he thought.
He didn't think a small, fragile, human could do so much to him.
But here he was.
Here he was kissing you, lips lighter than a feather against your own, hands holding you close to him as you settled in his lap, mindful of his strength as to not harm you.
He harmed, maimed, killed- but the though of any of that happening to you, especially by his own hand, made him want to throw himself into the void of emptiness where nothing remained.
Here he was, leaving positive bites and marks up and down your neck and chest, his heart thrumming at how you arched into him. He peels off every layer of clothing like a present, in wanting to damage the gift inside, a rose made of the finest of glass. Painted and styled just for him.
He wanted more, he wanted to be greedy, take everything you were willing to give him. But, he wanted you to do the same, soak in the pleasure he have you and feel the intense burning if his love. It felt as if you were caught in a bonfire, and got too close to the flames, but you knew the fire wouldn't hurt you.
How you moaned his name, how you gripped at him and scratched at his back, clawing at his pale arms as your legs wrapped around his waist to push him deeper- it made him lose himself.
He was moaning, whimpering, a mess really. He even sheds a tear or two, the feeling is overwhelming, it's overstimulating. Love? He knows it once again, he's been blessed, as ironic as it sounds.
He buries his face into your neck, letting you cling to him as you cum again, his own release following quickly at how your warmth fluttered around him. Tears come again, love, he thought.
He was a demon in love, a pure, unsaturated love.
But were you willing to love him back if you knew the truth?
How do you think yandere! Dorm leaders would react to their s/o being given the chance to escape to their homeworld? Even more so if they manage to slip through their clutches in just a few moments. Ahh, sorry if this is a lot, hope you have a good day — your writing is very intricate and mesmerizing imo lots of love ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Riddle Rosehearts
He's ready to have a mental break, his darling, the love of his life, the one person who he can truly love and is supposed to live him back unconditionally- is gone. He's sending everyone in his family, their connects, and the connects of those connects, to find you. You won't even make it anywhere near the school campus. And you better have a good explanation for when he gets his hands on you.
Leona Kingscholar
He's cursing to himself, mentally, emotionally, out loud, in spirit, to the world- he's screaming internally at how the fuck you managed to escape with all the beastmen around you. He can't track you- how the fuck did you learn to do that? Was it Hunt? Did you just observe and learn? He's mentally doing back flips and bringing you to him, he gets into your mindset and uses that to track you, if he can't do it physically he'll do it mentally. When he gets you back- you'll be marked and claimed for days.
Azul Ashengrotto
He's... Conflicted. He's sent the tweels after you and he knows they won't fail him, but it still hurts, and he won't let himself cry. He's simmering, over thinking, and probably just going on business as usual until you come back. No more beach house near the sea, you're coming underwater, with a permanent water breathing potion. He won't give you a tail just yet- you'll need to earn that.
Kalim Al Asim
He's crying, heartbroken, and Jamil is going to get you at this point. He gave you everything! He loved you with all his heart! He- he just wanted you to be happy with him! He'll cling to you when you're back, begging you for an answer and how he could fix it, how he could make you love him- even just a little bit.
Vil Schoenheit
He's sent Rook after you. You'll be back, until then, he'll let himself reach an emotional catharsis of rage. He wants to be presentable for when you arrive, be a symbol that everyone looks too, but when you come back he's a mess. He's not raging anymore, but he's curled up, crying and sobbing in bed like a child who just wanted to be loved. You start to feel for him at this point, because maybe for the first time, you're sure he isn't faking an emotion.
Idia Shroud
H-How? You're in the underworld, the only people who could leave, alive, were very few and far between. Usually heroes but you weren't one... Oh yeah, the overblots. That makes more sense. Well, he won't have too much trouble finding you, and doesn't want anyone else involved. Might pull a page of of Hades' book and come out the ground to get you and bring you back. Those of godly origin... Are used to kidnappings to say the least. Might even make you take a nap with him afterwards before helping him around the lab.
Malleus Draconia
Again? At this point he's going to just shatter the mirror. And is also slightly impressed. You keep managing to avoid him, the retainers, the entire kingdom... Honestly he's impressed. He'll pop next to you, grab you right when your about to jump through, and shatter the mirror. You may have that hopeless look in your eyes, but... It's best you learn now than later.
Could you by chance share blurbs on how you think Savanaclaw members growl or purr? 👀👀👀
Leona Kingscholar
Leona has a deep purr, it feels like it starts in his stomach and travels up to his throat, raspy and almost scratchy. He doesn't purr often, and only does so in few select situations, so either with you, in his sleep, small moments he's had with Fareena, and probably when he wants to soothe a cub in the quickest way possible.
His growls are intermixed with a roar, it sounds like he's biting it back, and it can leave others who hear it shake and have their hearts drop into an empty void of their stomach. It can leave others with a sense of panic, impending doom, like helpless prey in an open field- exposed and vulnerable. This goes for humans, beastmen, and more.
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie can purr only when he feels content and safe, so he usually does so behind closed doors, and never around others. It's higher pitched, and at times can mix in with a whine, and while Leona and Jack give more comforting sounds, his are honestly more... Adorable.
His laugh can sound horrifying though, doesn't matter how used you are to it, it's horrifying. It's high and low pitched at the same time, his throat almost hiccups, and the small growl that can leave between each breath can have you running.
Doesn't help when his teeth are exposed with a the heavy pullback of his lips, and you can see the thick fangs that curve inwards, and seeing it in broad daylight can be scary- let alone at night. Be thankful for his watered down shishishi's.
Jack Howl
Jack can't purr, but he can whine, so be prepared to hear your heart break :). Seriously though, his whines can break your heart, and he does it freely once he trusts you. If can range from accidentally dropping a pot for his cactus to seeing his loved ones in pain, in any way, and it can be comforting if you think about how empathetic he is. He's feeling your pain and that's how you know it, but holy fuck, does it sound so sorrowful.
He can growl, of course, it's one of the deepest ones in Savannaclaw as well. His growl is smoother than Leona's, and is stuck in his chest, so it can sound a bit hollow as well. He leaves people running, his fangs exposed and pearly white, neck and shoulders tense with adrenaline. If a teacher hears it, they're running, sorry if you manage to get Jack to fight you- you're on your own.
He will never admit it, but the boy can bark, not like a dog, but it makes his words more choppy while mixing with a snarl. His lip would raise, showing some teeth, and his words are harsh and loud even if he doesn't mean it. It only happens when he's mad, threatened, or some form of threatened when he needs to speak.
I'd like to think he can howl too, like when he's yelling ( tryna find your dumb asses after y'all scattered away from trouble lmao ), crying, or trying to sound things out. It's sharp, loud, and his throat trembles. It's worse of he's crying, because his whines mix into it as well. If he's trying to sound things our, or trying to be loud to find someone, it's clearcut and fairly pitched.
The taste of wine always held a special place on your heart.
It was different, to say the least, something meant to be enjoyed and shared- for evenings alone in the comfort of silence, for gatherings of family and friends in celebration, for those who wanted to bask in each other's presence. Wine seemed to always play a part in these little blips of happiness and immersion, from parents allowing their children a sip to watch the digest on their faces, a chorus of laughter in response usually followed, or the long, agonizing, life lessons about the responsibility that comes with any drink of its type.
So in this new world, this new land, with nothing but two new friends by your side- wine seemed to hold the same meaning it did back home.
And he was always there.
Diluc Ragnvindr of Mondstat.
A man of few words, usually secluded, preffering the company of few and far between- a falcon being one of the lucky ones. Distant, is what you would have described him at first, walking into the tavern with Aether and Paimon by your side, watching how he spoke, the way his body moved.
Soon enough, you found yourself thinking of him in a different light: dejected.
The small dips in tone whenever you spoke of your family, downhearted sighs when the topic of siblings was brought up, the tense, choking, air whenever your father was brought up.
And now, he's something else, and you don't know where to put it.
You're wondering what it is, what it means, he means, as the cup of wine sits next to the half empty bottle. The deep ruby stained the glass held in your hand, held close to your curled up form, the warmth of the fire across from you only made his presence in your mind fester.
The rich, rounded flavor settled once again, leaving your tongue ripe and ready for another sip.
This was a moment for wine, where thoughts settled and emotions needed to be rewritten to be fully understood, where the mind met the heart in an attempt to understand exactly what effect this man had on you.
You know you couldn't run from whatever he made you feel, but it still would be nice to put a name on it, a weak chuckle escaped your lips before thing another blissful sip.
Was there even a point in this? You were planning on finding a way home, leaving Teyvat entirely, going to a world far ahead- yet behind from this one.
No. You thought, because going home seemed less and less like an option, so you couldn't run from what you created in Mondstat. Connections, relationships, bonds- ties.
Diluc.
You felt your face flush with heat, though you had just hoped it was the wine, but the flutter in your heart killed WHT little defiance you had left.
There was a physical attraction, from the features of red decorating the pigments of his eyes and hair to the sculpt of his body, the delicate and angled features of his face. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, stare into the depths of vermillion, mark up the pale skin of his neck while you feel him shudder-
Yeah. Theres a physical attraction.
You took a bigger sip.
Emotionally, you notice you've done most of the work, but in the end- he is thankful. Often allowing you to speak your mind, talk at him, freely exposing your most vulnerable thoughts to him. Slowly, yet surely, he starts to do the same. Small comments about what annoys him, what fuels him, what brings him joy. Those build into sentences of careful wording, testing out how you'd react to his own thoughts, his emotions.
Eventually, opening up, even in the smallest accounts- you knew he still used very little words. Selective, precise, blunt. Short and sweet is the best way to describe it. But his tone is softer, relaxed, when he speaks of himself with you. It isn't brash, it holds no disgust towards himself or the world, but theres... shame. Either in himself opening up and voulentarily making himself vulnerable, or at the fact he feels like he should, like he deserves to be heard.
You take a gulp of wine, the bitter sweetness burned your throat, made you a bit dizzy after taking a deep breath.
You didn't want to rush.
Diluc needed to be treated like a wine, you thought, even if he hated alcohol. Though grape juice wouldn't cut the trick for you.
Slow and steady, like how you enjoy wine, is how you handle Diluc. You open yourself to him, and let him circle, observe, before coming in to reciprocate. He's soft, tender in those moments, and you're thankful with how they've become more frequent.
But he can become distant, lost in his mind, his heart. Trembling at the hate and darkness, the cold and unforgiving manner of his mind, not even his Vision could thaw him from the ice cries of himself. The most you could do was stand by, with a small bonfire and coat, allowing him to defrost the chill in your arms.
A call of your name makes your head perk up, your heart skips, and you suddenly feel the happiness that comes whenever he's around.
"Now, what are you doing here? It's nearly midnight." His voice is calm, relaxed, though the dust of Hypnos has settled into his body as his movements are sluggish and slowed.
"Thinking about things." You murmur, moving your legs to let him sit next to you, not daring to touch him just yet.
"Hm. About?" He asked, sinking into the cushions, arms crossed yet lacking the grip they usually do. His gaze is intense, it yearns, as he stares at your figure illuminated by the fire- own own eyes not meeting his yet, and all he can think is how odd that is.
You took another sip of wine. Your mind has settled. An agreement between heart and mind. You know how to proceed with him, how to feel, how you want to make him feel. No amount of wine could change the taste of longing.
"Me, you... us." You spoke, hushed, not wanting to overwhelm the already tired man.
"You've finally made a decision then?" He asks, and he's close- Oh Gods he's so close. The warmth of his body makes you burn deliciously, the heat that escapes in his breathing is comforting, you can't help but lean closer to him in return.
"Yeah, I finally managed." A weak chuckle, playful gaze, but it fades just as quickly as it came.
"And?" He managed to choke out, eager and impatient, and your body feels like it's on fire at this point. Closing the space, you answer him with a simple action, your lips pressed against his softly as you waited for his own to press back.
It's warm, hot, unbearably so while he holds you close. The sigh of relief that leaves him is nothing compared to the groan of satisfaction as be deepens your kiss, pulling you onto his lap, closer to him- closer to his heart.
You always thought the taste of wine had a special place in your heart.
I have a confession: I really just want to walk up to any if the tall NRC bois and hug them while burying my face into their chest and kinda just vibe there for a few minutes. Like Leona, don't care if ur napping im making my way over for some snuggles, Malleus ur scary??? don't care i require a hearty hug, Trey (idk man he looks like he gives solid hugs) pls put down that cake im ready to bake in my emotions, Floyd ur prob gonna rupture my spinal column but I don't care.
I'm turning this into a soft blurb bag use you got me soft >:[
Malleus is the tallest, and surprised when he comes to visit you, only to have you run up to him and bury your face into his chest. He likes to think he was stiff at first, but he melts completely, arms wrapping around you slowly as you listen to the thrum of his heart. He needs soft vibes too.
Jack had just finished working out with you, and you're tired, so he isn't too surprised when you press your head to his chest. He'll blush furiously though, rub and your shoulders and arms, try to soothe any soreness before you both get going.
The twins are one in the same! Bone crushing hugs, tight to squeeze out any sadness or worry, and maybe crack your back in the process. Gives you your satisfying hug and a good spook to the eels.
Sebek will only hug back in private, or maybe of its before you both fall asleep in bed, he brings to tight against him and its honestly so nice. It's one of those hugs that make you feel warm and safe, like nothing else matters, and you wake up in the best moods after that.
Leona... Doesn't care too much. He probably expects this. Leaves his bedroom door open and expects you to lock it once you get your ass in the room. He's warmer than a normal person, and he might nuzzle into your neck just to hear you giggle, his tail flicking around your sides to get another laugh out of you before it settled around your waist.
Idia will quite literally combust, his arms wrapped around your neck if he manages to get himself to stop asking through a broken stutter, won't last too long though. He'll warm up to you eventually, just give him some time!
Vil has a surprisingly firm chest, and he doesn't mind the hug you give him at the dorm, he may even run his hands through your hair or just pat it down- fixing any edges that have frayed out from your long day fixing The Headmasters mess.
Trey give you a hug back almost immediately, and it's perfect, feels comforting and just so... Right. He even whispers words of encouragement if you've had a long day, and if you need to cheer up, you'll feel his hands running along your more ticklish areas.
Rook is Rook. He'll always accept a hug from you! He may even sweep you off your feet and spin you around. Don't expect him to put you down for a while either, cradling you in his arms as he walks around with you, spouting decorations of adoration in your confidence to ask for affection.
oof I have an Idea to add to the Overblot au, just to add to the chaos! Since Darling is so full to the brim with magic, maybe some of the blot is falling of in clumps, coming alive, and attacking. Like the Blotlings from Epic Mickey! Now darling is just mocking all of them by calling them their "children". "Why! They're our children!" *clasps hands together with a manic grin and dark eyes* "aren't they lovely~"
Riddles blotlings would look like a mix of you and him, though drenched in ink, roses and thorns wrapped around their bodies. Wherever they walk, roses and thorns sprout from the ground for them to use, all a bright red and dripping ebony. Some of them have thorns wrapped around their necks, roses adorning the painful necklace, though they don't look to be in pain.
Leona's blotlings look like a mix of you and him, but they have more lion like features, and act more feral. Their hair is long, longer than Leona's, and they seem to have his green eyes as well. They use more physical attacks, breaking the ground whenever they jump, their claws slashing through stone like a knife through warm butter, their teeth dripping ink and ready to sink down into the frightened flesh of the dorm leaders.
Azuls blotlings can have either legs or tentacles, it's pretty randomized, and whenever they're around- everyone's magic seems to weaken. Corals and seaweeds clothing them, and the ink that surrounds them is light, like it was mixed in with water. Those who have legs use tridents to attack, and those who have tentacles use magic, though they seem to stay close to you as a line of direct defense.
Jamils blotlings are terrifying. All have snake like features, ranging from looking decently human to full on nagas, all are more on the offense. Venom drips from their fangs, but don't trust their long nails either, because the venom eventually mixes with the ink. They have a weaker form of Snake Whisper, and can't control their victims, but can enter your mind with suggestions to make you fail- or just torture you with some cruel and evil thoughts.
Vils blotlings, again, look like you and him. But they look fragile, made of glass, cracked and spilling ink. They are heavily dependent on magic, and use you as a battery for some powerful spells, but a good hit van have them shattered into the glass of a familiar looking mirror. That is, if you van get close to them.
Idias blotlings look like nymphs and spirits, adorned with fire, indigo mixed with charcoal flames. Any technology used around them is useless, signals jammed and rendering any device incompetent, defiantly one of the rarer ones to encounter. Weak to water, they stay away from Azuls blotlings and are more front lines, and quite a hassle for anyone using offensive magic due to their defence being terrifyingly powerful.
Malleus' blotlings are all draconic, wings and horns, scales and tails- they look like more feral versions of you and Malleus. They throw curses left and right, attack from the air, and have no problem regenerating fairly quickly. Spouting green flames, elongated claws, and wild personas, the only way to get them out of the sky is by catching them by the tail and ripping their wings out before finishing them off. Be careful though, once you manage to catch one, you become a target for the rest.