That bloody night

it midnight, a figure approaches a man. She bites down violently, he fangs sink deep into the depth of the his naked neck, the blood runs down his neck over his naked and exposed pectoral. it streams down his abdomens, its drips off his hips and on to the ground, she begins to lift him higher in the air both the naked bodies joined as if making love. he gasps for air as she drains every last drop of his sweet nector, his blood, she stops..... she whispers in to his ear

" you.... you have become one of the ones needed to lead my army of demons" the women, beautiful yet dangerous drops him on the ground and begins to chant " .... what is that noise"

"nice choice in a meal....your last" a voice comes from the shadows of the trees

" i... i know that voice.... hat are you doing here?!" the women seems startled

"well you now why im here.... to stop you of coarse, see my employer doesn't want your lords army any were in this world " a glimmer comes from the trees, an then a throwing knife slices the woman's arm

" AAARRGHSSSS , ill kill you demon slayer.... come out of the shadows and fight.... NOW!?" the demon women screams and hisses

" as you wish... but i have to warn you you wont see me after tonight or after you see me... " he steps down in a dead run blades drawn, he throws the last of the remaining throwing knifes at the demon as all but two penetrate her demon flesh, he jumps high, the demon strafes but not fast enough he slides the daggers slide deep in to her skull as she drops to the ground, he looks down and says "what a was of a perfectly good shell...and leas you could have been a better seductress"

"... uuuugh..." the dieing man looks up at the demon slayer, the figure grins his fangs are visible from the moon light

" im sorry but i have to .... and youll make for good bate for other demons" Whislter begins to slice the still half alive man up





(( heres were you all come in, all you are members of a town in a city i need 4 females and 4 males to play some time form killers/ demon hunters/ assassin and the rest mush play the town folk, this is a bout a demi-god in a age of swords and hand to hand combat.... it will take place as if it was three days later a drifter, Whislter Os Si'madyrn, comes call following a path of death and destructoin, hunting a demi-god thats threating in to turn all of your towns folk to his legoin, your post can be as long as you want it but please be in depth as possible, im the story teller after a certan amount of time i will tell you when the time of day change happens, do there is the story Do have fun with this one))

Whsilter tilts his head " well lets follow that smell..." he begins heading north three days later he come call to a town

Ayla walks up to the tavern in town. Her eyes black as the abyss glitter with glee. She had been informed of an job. She could use it to she was strapped for cash... and she could only eat so many rabbits before she grew tired of it. Her dark scales shone in the light while her pale skin lost its lustre. She opens the door to the tavern, hoping to find information in the Inn. She did so love to kill things, and a job would keep her so satisfied.
She sat down at the bar.
"what do you have to eat?" she asked sweet as sin. She smoothed back her scarlet back into place, keeping her arms in the open to seem innocent. She'd spent a long while finding somewhere to hide her beautiful Pudao. She wasn't going to spoil it by looking all evil.
The bar man turned to her with a small quirk at the mouth.
"yes we have pie or pie. what would you like?" he grinned to himself as though he'd actually said something cleaver.
"I'l have the pie then... I don't suppose you want an tumbler for tonight entertainment?" she put on her best smile and batted her eye lashes in an altogether horrid display.
The bar man grunted.
"Fantastic" she spun round "pie please"

as the window pics up, a dark figure approaches the town, the figure looks round the streets seem to clear instantly, all the towns folk seemed startled by this figure, covered in blood and blades unseen by theses towns people. he walks in to the tavern, a leather knapsack dripping with a red substance, blood, the bar keep looks at him after helping the young girl

" and you... you want some pie as well?" his quirk grin appears
" no.... id like... some... tea...." Whislter sly smiles revealing one fang but the bar keep pay no mind
"tea... hmmm well i got hot water..." holds a hot pot of water up
" Fine" Whislter walks over to the bar and slaps the knapsack on the bar with a loud slumping slap, then turns to the girl and looks her up and down " pretending to be a killer? or some thing of the sorts?" he looks over the girl as he fixes his tea pulling out a little pouch of ground up tea leafs.

Ayla smiles as blood rushes to her face. Her tongue flicks out to taste the air and she looks at the ground. Hand slowly sliding to show both palms on the table. Better palm than hands down as people sometimes become uneasy around her scales.
"See I mean no harm. I'm just going through. Thought I'd ply my trade to get me a bed for the night" She grins and walks towards the man "I'm very good. Would you like to stay and watch?" Holding out her hand she give a deep nod.
When he dosn't move to take it, she lets it fall. She looks down at herself as though examining her clothes. The tunics are brown basic and to be honest quite dull and the green highlights, well they just looked good. She'd be damned if her troupe saw her in this, but well they wouldn't.
"Well what look are you going for?" Her tone light playful. She sits on the next barstool and with no invite turns to the barman.
"I'l have my pie here please. I'm sure.... Mr...? well anyway he wont mind." Then turns to look at the man, taking in the blood and blades. A small smile tweaks her lips.
She runs a coin through her hands making it disappear and reappear, an old habit that kicks in when she's uneasy.
"I'm Ayla."

(( first off HOLY SHIT i thought i was good but i guess not as good as i thought i was))


watches the gril from the moment she pulls her hands and places them palms up, watching her move about he shifts his weight, he notices the the scales.

"a demon?" he lifts one leg sitting on the bar stool as his hand reaches for the blade in his boot, " why... im Whislter Os Si'madyrn" he doesnt take the blade out as he says his name, then he looks at the bar keep, " a room for the night... " throws a sack of coins on the bar more then enough for two rooms, pie and hot water. he notices the young girl eyeballing his blades, and the blood, and possible the knap sack.

" so little one... tell me what you are really doing here?" he faces the girl still sitting with on leg perched up hand still on the hidden blade. the other hand holds the cup to his lips.

((why holy shit?? confused :S did i do something wrong? sorry?))

"Demon! Oh that's a nice insult" She yanks her head back "No" Her hands go to her hips stroking her small blades "I'v no bloody idea what I am, but I'm not that. Thank you though" She smirks at him. Letting one hand leave her hip she tucks a stray hair behind her ear, wanting to see more clearly. She shifts her legs to get a better position, swaying gently backwards her body becoming lose and ready.
"Like I said I'm a tumbler, dancer or whatever the barkeep might need to entertain. Nothing more." Voice light, but high with more nerves. She glances at the barman. Useless man already leaving to "get the pie".
"And truly if I were here doing something else would I tell you?" Reaches forward to poke at a blood soaked rag "Nope" She stops " But now" Reaches out to trace the air around the blade he's reached for " They are something special" Her smile goes soft as she remember times gone by. She looks up into his face, dark eyes reflective in the poorly lit inn.
"did you call me little?" she laughed pulling herself up to her full height of 6 ft" you can hardly call me that now" rolling back on her heel she slams her hand down on the bar.
"Barman. Bring me my food. More than one Inn i can barter with" glances at the man "I'm sure Mr Si'madyrn will play nice!" giggles putting a hand over her mouth and turns to lounge once more on the next bar stool.

nothing wrong... really good no soryies needed))

"yes i called you little... " pulls the blade out of his boot and slams the knife in the bar "will you get her the pie... " his eyes seem to roll as if angered by the barkeep. he returns to Ayla " yes... i think you would tell me..." grabs the girl, spinning her gently around making it hard to get away by grabbing both arms " there are things i can do to you, pleasurable... or pain full... i have ways to get any thing out of any one..." he gently whispers in her ear " and that... thats bait... human flesh, you shouldnt poke it..." still holds the girl waiting for her move.


<your move>

Coughs lightly
"Um well then should you kind of smeared it on me while spinning me??" A meek smile crosses her face as laughter bubbles up. She detaches herself with relative ease from his grip. Twirling away with the grace and mastery of someone far smaller than herself.
"Oh and by the way next time you want to grab me try harder! Remember" She waves like he knows nothing "I'm a tumbler, I move very well." She reaches over the bar to pick herself up a glass and pours a drink, looking somewhat ungainly. She takes a sip and sits down once more. Without looking at him she slowly unbraids her hair and picks out the gore, before putting it back just how it belongs.
"You can pay for the stains on my clothes as well!" She shakes her head and reaches for her pack to check if she has anything to change into, then gently curses herself.
"If I want to tell you I will, but at the moment I'd like to get some food down me!" she says softly over her shoulder to make him lean in. Right on time comes the barman looking a little pale with a small ill cooked pie.
"You'r pie miss" he grunts as he leans over to take Whislter's money "rooms up the top of the stairs" and leaves them once more.
Ayla's head snaps round quickly as she wonders if the barman's scared of her and her brand new drinking buddy or something else. Then her shoulders relax and she sits down to eat without another word.
When she finishes "So, what are you here for then?" she looks over eyes slanted against the light.

sips his tea and grins at the Ayla " im here for him... " pulls out an old photo snap shot of his youngest sister, and her only son "my nephew hes not all, well my nephew any more..." sips his tea again as he watches the girl eat her pie "hes here for souls... any one soul that wishes to be come on of his legion", Whislter reaches in his pocket and pulls out a few coins " theses... each one... isnt mine... i pulled them off every... dead... soldier... between here and the last ten villages.... hes killed thousands of soldiers, but enough on this... you want to make some money... other then tumbling?" looks forward as he sips his tea " and i mean money... not petty change." his ears perk up as foot steps can be heard from up stairs, he turns quick and notices women, she looks young and beautiful , she walks down and at the last step she speaks " so you are here for master? killing every one of us...." the sound of bones cracking and breaking , he body becomes deformed, wing emerges and the demon is visible, the beatiful flesh lay on the ground " ill stop you here and now..." the demon lunges at the two

<Legionnaire commander 1/22>

Her head whips round causing her long red braid to wrap around her neck, better safe than sorry. She draws out her small blades with a natural action speaking of many years training. Unconsciously her body sways her out of the demons reach. She reaches for Whislter pulling him back along with his bait, knowing the demon would attack him first as the more obvious target. She lets one of her silver blades fly. It misses due to her unbalance.
"Damn" her scales quickly raise under her clothes.
The demon once more sprang forward grabbing her shoulder attempting to pierce her with its long talons. Her scales creak and shift as she moves to escape bringing up a small blade across the demons mid section lacerating its flesh. It lets out a hiss and digs its nails in causing Ayla to shriek in pain. She stabs her small blade up into its jaw, impaling its tongue. This at least makes it let her go.
The demon lets out a low cackle pulling out the blade with a short gush of blood. Ayla's eyes half close as she crouches her down to lower her bodies centre of gravity. She pulls out another small blade wishing shed bought her Pudao. How she longed for its endless reach and light touch.
She smiled as Whislter pulled her back... " ahh" she yelped being almost completely nocked of balance.

as whislter pulls ayla back, the demon lungs forward he reaches out at the right moment his blade not drawn as he plunges his hand straight in to the demons chest, a popping and snapping can be heard amongst the screams of the demon, as whislter holds the demon, he grabs one blade from his back and quickly, smoothly, and utterly gracefully slices the neck of the demon, he puls his hand out with the demons heart as it thumps the head rolls to aylas feet, he licks his fingers after dropping the heart on the bar.

" well... didnt last as long as she thought she was going to huh?" he turns to the girl " so what do you say? want to make some REAL cash?" Whislter sips the rest of his tea and throws the tea cup down and heads to the body leaning down and pulling out a crystal looking shard.

She gives him a little glare as she picks herself up from the floor patting the dust off. Ayla looks down at the demon, her black eyes sparkle as she looks over the gore. Silently she turns to its discarded skin and clothing and picks up a new shirt. Turns elegantly and takes off her shirt so he wont see her chest and puts on the new one. As her muscles flex in the light her black scales ripple down her back and she relaxes once more.

"Yes I could do with some extra cash. But I'l have to get something a little larger than my throwing knives. Wouldn't you say?" She tugs the new one into place it was an imperfect fit, but well that girl had been tiny! She turned round hoping he hadn't been watching her.

"So your nephew, what happened to him?" Her smile became meek as she fingered her empty slots in one side of her throwing knives. Looking round slowly she saw one on the floor and one in the wall behind the bar. She walked over slowly keeping her pace even and confident as she picked the one up from the floor and moved to the bar. She easily hopped over the bar and pulled out the knife from the wall. Then she turned to look at Whislter slowly.

was staring he stands watching her body and scales ripple, his mind instantly goes back a few years to his lover and how she would tease him just as she just did. as she turns back to him he snaps to the head on the ground picking it up, as if he wasnt looking at her, he pulls each tooth out of the demons mouth and places it in pouch.

" well... his father caught up to him and turned him i guess you can say turned him deeper in to the path that he was head on" Whislter turns to the girl and throws her a coin pouch with the teeth in it " tomorrow well go down to a market see if we cant fetch a price for those... and get you some thing a little.... bigger.." he replaces his dagger in his boot and walks toward her. looking at her bare mid-drift " a little small...?" smirks but seems to stare at the soft scales and skin mix

She giggles softly covering her mouth, her other hang holding the teeth. She pulls the bag slowly open, eyes running over the sharp whiteness of them. Poking and inquiring finger into the bag and pulls it out with a little blood "What about the bar man?" She whispers without moving or looking up. She rubs her fingers together and watches the blood stick before smearing it on her trousers.

"I'm slightly less worried about the top as the blood on my trousers. I don't think people find it appealing to deal with women covered in blood. But if it makes you uncomfortable to be around something demon like I can find something I'm sure" She smiled sweetly as she reached for the last of her food. The pie was foul like dust in her mouth, she did have to eat though. Looking through her lashes she says kindly "I am sorry for your loss though." She rolled her shoulder gently under her hand, testing to see if the demon had done her scales and damage. Running her fingers over the ridges, probing for a tear underneath. She let out a sigh finding nothing.

looks up at the girl as she giggles and then throws the knapsack at her "hold that for a few and no one in the right mind will want to mess with you" Whislter stabs the knife in the bar as she looks at the barman " well... we could always... kill him... but then we aint got those rooms upstairs and that pie... "

the bar man looks at whislter " rooms? i only have one... so you may have to share..." the bar keep turns to the girl then whislter

" well... hmm... " whislter turns to Ayla " i... well looks like were going to have to share..." seems to grins slyly, but his grin turns to his normal smug look as he picks the chest bone fragments out of his bangs. a clock tower rings, it strikes twelve times stating, midnight, almost the whiching hour. " well Ayla.... better get some rest... well need it tomorrow" he turns and walks tworads her again heading to the stares.

Gently and distastefully she held the knapsack away from her as it attempted to drip more blood across her "Do you want me to look savage?" She asked in an annoyed tone looking down at the new shirt hoping it hadn't touched. Seeing that it hadn't but had left a blur of red brown just below on her pale skin, she smiled breifly. She turned her head to the barman tilting her jaw up slightly, a show of disregard.

"I have to go and get my Pudao. I'm not leaving it out in the dark, it might get rusty!" She passed him his bag as he came closer "I wont be a minute" As she began to head towards the door "If you'r going up will you check for something a little better fitting?" She asked innocently letting a wicked smile play on her lips "I'd hate to get cold" Her hand rested on the door. She paused quietly before turning her head to look at him eyes wide "Will their be more demons outside?" Her tongue flicked out testing the air for heat.

takes the sack back and starts up the stairs he pauses " there shouldn't be.... they may stay far away in-tell order to investigate us... dont worry... i hardly sleep" walks up the stairs and heads to the room but is stopped by the bar mans daughter " sir, please let me take your bag and put it in the ice box... dont want to stay the rooms i have worked so hard to clean the,..."he hands the knapsack to the young barmaid.

" alright... and please fetch me a gown for my guest... some thing a little tall. and ment to sleep in.." he pauses and turns his head slightly seeing if ayla was coming in or not

She walks steadily out into the dark, around the back of the cabin and into the stables. Standing still for a minute she lets her eyes adjust and flickers out her tongue in hope of finding and trace of demon out there tonight. Clicking her tongue lightly she reaches into the hay and pulls out her Pudao (blade is shaped like a Chinese broad sword, however the handle is elongated to around 6 ft.) She runs her hands over it lightly with a contented smile. Moving slowly she walks back into the Inn and giving a nod to the bar man up the stairs to the room.

Pausing slightly before the door she takes a breath and pushes it open. She smiles widely at Whislter and looks down at the gown in his hands. Laughter bursts from her lips as her eyes crease up "What is that?!?" She asks between further blast of laughter. The gown was made for a far shorter woman it would just come to her knees and all in white. Swallows her last laugh "Oh I'm sorry, I just havn't worn something like that since I was a child. Thank you though... I don't like to sleep in bloody things." She reached over taking it from his hands and once more turned her back to him.

She pulled off her small top slowly as to not rip it, willing her scales flat and smooth. She slowly arched her back stretching her arms and then bent to pick up the gown where she'd left it "So do I get the bed?" She asked wickedly as she pulled the soft cotton over head. She shifted it down her body with care as to snag it on her scales and rip it. Then she carefully stepped out of her trousers and folded everything neatly before giving the hem a final tug and turning round. A smile crept across her lips "I look ridiculous."

watching every move she makes as if tranced by it, he continues as she bends down to pick up the gown, he scales seem to shine just right in the moon light of the window, he stands ever so quickly maybe to later but looks out the window " yes... the bed is yours, i dont sleep very well... ill stay up and down worry... no ones going to see you in the gown but me... so dont worry" he places his fore arm on the window frame and and seems to look out the window, leg lift and places on the window seal to hold his weight better, "i hope you dont mind... " Whislter undoes the buckles of his leather armor on his chest, he lets hit the ground revealing his muscular upper body and scars his skin seems almost pain in the moon light.

"get some sleep.. you'll need it for the morning" Whislter looks over his shoulder, setting the blades against the wall next to the window

Her eyes move across his chest taking time over each scar "No I don't mind at all" her hand reaches out stopping just short "How did you get so many?" looking up at him as her body sways gently and she shivers. She looks round for a heat and finds the fire place empty. " Thats kind of you but I would rather be awake a little while longer and make a fire, if you don't mind" She says gently bowing her head. "It's the scales... Um I need to keep warm as much as to sleep, I mean they are handy but they don't half cause me problems without the sun." She smiled lightly and moved back from him suddenly realising she was a little to close.

"Do you want to get the wood?" She pauses gesturing to her stupid gown "So I don't have to make to much of a fool of myself.. Please?" She lays a hand on his arm then retracts it as if burned "And also so I don't seek heat while I sleep..." Quickly she unbraids her hair hoping yo hide her embarrassment.