The thick scent of blood that tainted the morning air from the corpse a few miles away had triggered Mavis from her sleep. The smell of blood spilled blood was always most enticing as her body shuddered in pleasure with hairs standing on end. Startled and lusty, her nose scrunched a little as she opened her eyes, revealing a pitched black pupil swimming in a pool of crimson. She leaned forward with her knees brought close to her chest, from the base of the tree stood over sixty feet off from ground level
“And the beast has killed another victim.�, she had whispered in a low voice, that was only audible to herself. Her metal claws rested on the dried bark of the branch that was big enough to sit four people sit side-by-side. She tapped her fingers in the metal claw as her pale skin glistened from the rays of the sun. A few strands of hair fell over her eyes as the rest of her silver tinted hair flowed naturally to the sides of her face, reaching a little past her shoulders. She pulled her body weight forward to now be in a kneeling position, prepared to sprint off into the distance of the blood.
“You disappeared way too long… but you’re killing makes it oh so damn easy to locate you sometimes.�, she thought to herself.
Within minutes she leaped from the branch into the next, sprinting at full speed. With each step she took, she applied more force to the next step, eventually breaking the steady pace. After ten minutes or so, the words “What the fuck!� echoed through the forest. Mavis’ ears rang in sensitivity and her left eye brow twitched. Immediately, birds darted out from the abundant roof of the trees that seem to be what the whole forest consisted of; they fluttered in haste to air, where they would be liberated from this forest enigma. Mavis’ cocked her head up and smirked her pale, rose colored lips and closed her eyes. She had felt that particular presence around her as she stopped abruptly on a tree.
She jumped off the branch to land gracefully on the ground down on one knee as she faced the floor. Her eyes still closed, she sensed the presence of more than one person; this was unexpected. Who else would be there with Hiroshi..? It couldn’t have been allies… It must be another bounty hunter, but the tension wasn’t heavy in the air. A sudden wisp of wind flew towards her direction, further lifting her mantle a few feet off the air. Mavis felt a little alerted as she opened her eyes, revealing her eyes had shifted to a deeper colored red.
She raised her body off the floor and proceed forward a few steps till she was only a few feet away from Hiroshi, an unknown female figure, and another unknown male figure who carried katanas on his back. She squinted and assumed the male figure to be a swordsman then her eyes darted back to Hiroshi, who still maintained his physical youth. There was a familiar odd softness she felt surging throughout Hiroshi’s body for a few seconds just by looking at him. But it wasn’t long before that emotion of human tenderness faded within her, devoured by the feeling of hate and disgust. Her eye brows arched downwards and her face appeared most stern at this point.
“Ah.. Another one. What did this one do to you?�, in regards to the dead body. A devilish, but warm smile consumed her face.
One would assume the words that came from Mavis’ mouth would be more… filled with joy to see an old friend. It has been after all, a few hundred years since they’ve spent time together, developing what seemed almost impossible for Mavis, a human relationship and bringing out the human ability to love as a three quarter Feriar demon. By nature, bonds between humans and Feriar demons are nearly most impossible if one were to be of the direct bloodline. The ferociousness nature of demons in general make it hard for any real trust at all, even amongst clan members and maybe family members; trust aside from keeping their existence together. But this particular race only possessed a limited time of youth that would have to be continued by going through a ritual in order to regenerate and replenish one‘s own vital energy, available once every one hundred years. About every one hundred years, about an average of five to eight Octurn amulets spawn in the demon world, meaning on average, only five to eight Feriar demons fight to the death, trying to retrieve this, to replenish themselves while others die trying or die physically from old, old age. Upon retrieving the amulet, they are given thirty one days, about a month, to activate it. Most fail to use even with such extent of time as they are required to form a human bond with someone; they must learn to love to some extent, and from there, the person the Feriar demon chooses to bond with, shares an energy comparable to a life force that revitalizes them.
But after parting ways with Hiroshi for so long, emotions such as that’s can only reside in her mind for so long. The ability and memory of love had grown submissive within Mavis. It was one of those things where she has to experience continuously… or go back right where she’s started, as a lurker of the shadows who slays for a living.
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