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Aíma Paráfron

"Why does no one want to be around me?"

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a character in “From the Depths of Lore”, as played by Igari



"Let me touch your face."


She is a Venefici, though significantly shorter and more sickly looking than other members of her race.


She really does look like a child, doesn't she? Would it shock you to discover she is actually 27? "Magic made me this way." So she'd say.


100% OBSESSED with the Bard. There is no one else that could steal her eyes away from him.


Standing at the astonishing height of 3'7", she likes to compare herself to a small ball of fluff... who never quite reached the growth spurt everyone else did. Consider it a side effect of her anemia. She has hair that has prematurely whitened, bangs cut at jagged, straight edges right above her eyes. She has two longer strands that fall on either side of her face and brush the area right below her shoulders. Her eyes are a cross between lavender and violet, though alternate to a more goldish hue when she is casting her magic. This change is instantaneous and is usually hard to catch. She has black sclera, another side effect of her anemia that has robbed her of the possibility of ever having the whites of her eyes return.

Her skin, while at one point had probably been a healthier caramel, has now taken on a permanent, pallid, blackish hue. Her blood circulation is really bad and her control over the proper doses of melatonin have somewhat... ceased. She wears a combination of white and black, and that same cross of lavender and violet that compliments her eyes. Her outfit is adorned with sufficient amounts of fluff (to her) and make her incredibly soft to the touch. It can be difficult to discern how large she actually is but it can be assumed that she must have a very small figure hidden away beneath all those layers. Her outfit is never complete without her hat and she is rarely seen without it.


Upon first contact, she will appear to be very withdrawn and shy. She does not do well when thrown into social environments on a whim, that is why she prefers to take a back seat for a few moments to assess the scene properly. This can give the rather common misconception that she is a girl that needs to be drawn out of her shell. And it is easy to be drawn in because she does not look very threatening at first. But she only uses that as a lure to get people closer to her. Initially, this is done without mal-intent. Once she has adapted to her surroundings and the people in them, she will turn more playful and become more willing to converse.

She is best described as someone who can immediately shift between two extremes. If she becomes even the slightest bit uncomfortable, she can shut down in an instant--and this can be triggered by the arrival of someone she doesn't like or being put into a situation she didn't expect. And by that token, she can suddenly be seized with a passionate frenzy of friendship and want to divulge all of her secrets because she couldn't imagine trusting anyone else in the world more than the person she is talking to at that time. To put it simply, she has borderline personality disorder--which contributes to her intense fear of abandonment and her need to be clingy to those she is fond of. If she is alone for too long, she might snap and that usually means that she gives into violent, destructive tendencies which result in her powers rippling from her.

She is not overly conscious of how these extremes effect people, or even how confused it can make them. She often thinks they are just dazzled by her cuteness. She has a little bit of an ego going on and takes her size with some pride, and often uses it to her advantage when she wants to coax something out of someone. She radiates a strong sense of childishness, prone to temper tantrums when she is unable to figure something out and (if made to speak in the presence of someone she dislikes), will blatantly ignore that person and only focus on whoever she is fond of. She is impulsive and emotionally reacts before she thinks all the way through. However, there do come times when she has become "emotionally spent". During these moments, she will feel rather empty and bored and wander around aimlessly, trying to fill the void that is within her. This leads her to become lost and without direction and it takes some reminding to have her believe that she is cared for and has purpose.

It doesn't take much to amuse her but this should come with a forewarning. Make her laugh too much and she might just think you're her friend... and she likes her friends... a lot. In fact, one might go so far to say that she becomes obsessed with them. Her amount of dedication and passion for another individual can be frightening, especially when she realizes they don't return her emotions on quite the same level. Best not to let that happen, of course. (The only one that ever seems to be able to talk her down from "fits" is the man she has deemed worthy of receiving her love) When flustered, she speaks in rhyme and will seek an alternative means of escape so that she can calm down again. She really wants people to like her and sometimes, there is a rare instance where she is aware that her bizarre behavior makes people afraid of her. But that moment soon passes and she slips back into her delusions.

She judges people's emotions based on their facial expressions so watch out. She's rather touchy feely in that department and will reach for anyone's face to see what they are feeling. The eerie part is, most of the time, she's correct.


~She adores dancing, in fact, it puts her in a state of "euphoric high" and this is the best state to talk to her in since she is at her most rational.
~She likes being presented with new riddles and has a collection of her own--all of which make absolutely no sense.
~She enjoys bringing herself to the edge of spell-casting and often has no consideration for the needs of her body
~She will always hang upside down off of ceilings or walls when given the opportunity--this is a constant quirk of hers


~She hates it when people interfere with her desires and will attack them on impulse
~She is disgusted by her human body, to the point where she will ignore its' pleas for care
~She dislikes being interrupted, for any reason, and cannot stand to be talked over or yelled at
~She's claustrophobic and enclosed spaces terrify her


She has an assortment of knives and circular blades, her favorite piece of weaponry being the kusarigama--a chain with a curved blade at the end of it. This weapon actually isn't used for offense--it's used to latch onto higher surfaces so that she can propel herself upwards and hang upside down. In essence, just for climbing. All of her knives are organized within the confines of her furs by which will pierce her from least to most and draw up blood. She keeps them ordered so that she knows what blade to use for which spells. She views her weapons as extensions of herself and won't go anywhere without a single one. Each of them is beautiful, after all.


Her magic is best defined as "alteration of perception". Perhaps fitting for one such as her, who teeters on the edge of losing her rationality. Her powers are subtle but can create a gap between what the mind is telling a person and what the rational is telling someone. This can be equated to the slow progression of possible insanity if she were to keep it up. A warping of an object to perception would mean for a splilt second, it could appear to be an enemy creature--maybe an ally--an item that is longed for. A double take confirms it is a normal object but these instances can increase in frequency and take whatever shape she wills it. In a sense, it is illusion work and mind play because she excels in distortions. She plays upon how delicate reality is and over time, can make the extreme seem acceptable and the illogical completely sane.

She can drive people over the edge, if given enough time, since her magic is released in short bursts and does not need to be in constant effect. Large influxes to her illusion work, to the point where it is no longer just a split second object but an actual image that needs to last for an extended period of time, requires much more effort on her part. She not only as to make the illusion believable but battle the will of whoever's mind she is trying to manipulate. She is under the theory that if she can get someone to believe less in themselves and have less sanity, then their stories might get weaker and possibly give her more strength. Her magic can be applied to both the material realm and the immaterial one, for she can materialize her illusions within the minds eye--raise doubt, fear, and levels of sanity. And if those levels of rationality were already low to begin with, it's very easy for her to step in and give another nudge--plant a thought, a seed of doubt. Because her illusions can become the new reality of the weak mind, and that's probably what makes her the most dangerous.


Her mental weakness is what she is good at projecting on to others and making them believe all of her internal paranoia's. She possesses quick wit, which has actually helped her on numerous occasions and the amount of aspiration this girl has to achieve her goals can sometimes contradict the evidence that maybe she should've collapsed already. She has phenomenal will and never knows when to give up--her tenacity has been of aid to her. She has surprisingly quick reflexes and always is full of new ideas and has a vivid imagination... which helps her find creative displays for her powers. She's also an excellent hider.


She is not stable mentally or emotionally at all. In fact, the Bard is the only stable part of her life and she relies on him to keep her world in perspective. Without him, she would quite possibly break down and be unable to function. Her reliance on him is astounding. She cannot tolerate the idea of being left behind and she must constantly verify to make sure everyone else is real... because her illusions get to her and she sometimes thinks her lies are the truth. She has night terrors and gets terrible sleep, which in turn makes her body even weaker than it already is. She never gives herself enough time to replenish all the blood she lost so she is always in a semi-weakened state. This leads her to be tired and even unresponsive to stimuli when she grows exhausted.


Well, she did have a home, at one point. But she convinced herself that she was being abused to she drove each of her family members to insanity that ultimately (and literally) destroyed her home.


With no family or friends to speak of, there is only one person in her life: the man she is convinced she is going to be with for eternity. He is her entire world and she loves him with her entire being. She is loyal to him and would do anything he ordered her to.


Her story began 27 winters ago, in a small village that she used to call home. At that point in her life, she had two older siblings and two parents--all of whom shared a living space that was actually only suitable for maybe half its' occupied size. It was a slightly uncomfortable but cozy existence. However, as the venefici began to get older, it became clear that while she retained the ability of blue-bloods, there was something mentally... off about her. She remained oblivious of her mental condition as her family sought ways to make her more socially receptive and, in turn, less likely to give into her odd quirk. (At that point, she had already developed her tendency to hang upside down or climb to high places)

However, the voices--yes, the voices, the voices of her blood told her that her family was in to get her. They were fooling her with their kindness--they wanted to ruin her, take away her gifts, and had been the ones that cursed her with this pitiful human form. She wanted a different one--she wanted a different body, and they were the ones stopping her from taking what should've been hers. She began to manipulate her magic taking lessons from her older siblings on how to control the flow of mana with blood. She was dedicated and learned that her abilities were within illusions and perceptions. And it was with this knowledge that she began to hatch a glorious plan. She'd send them all to insanity, she'd get them out of her hair--in fact, she'd make them think she never existed.

And so it began, her small tricks here and there building up over a few years. It started with little pranks but eventually grew and grew, the girl expending more and more of her blood to keep the lie going. She didn't care that she was driving herself to anemia, that her skin was turning paler, that her eyes had lost their whiteness. None of that mattered--her body was just some temporary sack that she was stuck in anyway. It took her 3 years but finally she did it. She made them think that she had never been there--that she was one of the creatures from the outside. Fearful of this "enemy", her family turned on itself and the influx of magic caused her home to deteriorate. She was left with nothing but she was happy. She was free. She left them behind. She didn't care if they were alive or dead, it was time to leave the village.

ImageFrom the moment of her departure, she was left to her own devices. Stealing was never below her, being an unwanted guest in households was necessary. She could lie to them, make them believe the sweet tale that she was some long lost sibling--they'd believe her illusions, they'd believe her new reality. But all of this magic usage was taking a toll on her body. It ceased developing and she never quite made it through the growth spurt of puberty. She retained the body of a child but she didn't mind--she figured she could use it to her advantage anyway. She forgot that she hadn't been born with black sclera, that her skin hadn't always been such a pallid black-gray. That her hair hadn't always been white. She fell further and further into her delusion--she had to find a new body. Then she'd be more powerful.

Her beliefs were completely false, though--she ignored the fact that she couldn't just "get a new body" and that "sucking blood" was a poor alternative to that whole plan. (Every time she did, her body would fall even more ill and vomit up what she had drank) It was around the time she reached her mid-twenties that she first encountered the Bard. He was being hazed out of a town, the people all congregated around him in attempt to kill him out of blind hatred. She didn't understand exactly what was happening but she decided that it looked wrong, so she had to help him. She planted the seed of doubt in the minds of those terrorizing the young boy, making them believe the illusion that the town was surrounded by a fierce group of creatures.

Thrown into a panicked frenzy, the group disbanded, leaving a quivering Bard on the ground. After he had been given some time to recover, he expressed surprise that she had not also joined the fray, all racial things considered. But she didn't care--she never really cared. Because to her, his abilities were a lot like hers. Except she created illusions of the mind, he created realities of words. But both were transforming the immaterial into something interactive. And that was what caused her to experience great fondness for him. It did not take long for this fondness to turn into love--she didn't care he was several years younger than herself, he was going to be hers. She got rid of his pesky sister quick enough overnight, those townspeople had been on the edges of sanity anyway--driven mad by their own fear. She played innocent, deciding to travel with him. As they began their journey, she made sure to keep a firm lookout for ways to gain a new body and expand on her magics and shed her horrid human form.

Theme Song

Was I born to be in love with you?
Through this thin wall I mumble alone, "Love me."
I keep hunting out your personal love information
In the closed door of myself
I wish I could touch your face, stroke your face, my sweetheart

Oh my, my, you have a guest?
What a pretty girl she is!
Tell me how much you love her
I'll kill her and pack her up

Burning photos of that girl
I wonder what she is doing now LOL
You can do anything you want to me
Because I love you this much, you see?
I wanna keep you completely riveted and I wanna have a collection of you

Why are you crying?
What's wrong? Oh, this one?
I'll affectionately hold a cardboard box that you'll be put in when you're dead
I'll put a present behind the door
A kitten head every single day for you, a cat lover

Burning photos of that girl
I wonder if she'd ever existed LOL
"I love you" Such a cliche doesn't satisfy me
But makes me wanna puke
"I will eternally love you...←"

So begins...

Aíma Paráfron's Story


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"That's right... wander a little closer..." The venefici's smile widened as the bellatore did as it was told, walking closer to the edge of the village. The illusion she was weaving was beautiful, at least in her eyes. This silly little being thought it was a match for her, but no one could possibly best her, her powers were superior in every way. She had nothing better to do in the interim, she was busy waiting for her lovely darling to finish gathering supplies for their journey. They had stopped in this village temporarily, it served them better to keep moving and to camp on the outskirts of town. But it couldn't be helped, they were low and food and she didn't dare entertain the thought of her darling going one day without food. Her insistence had gotten him out of his shell long enough to go pick up a few things.

Ahhhn, he was so adorable. She wriggled around a little as she thought of him. That curve of his soft jawline, the way his waist thinned out like a woman's, the gentleness of his eyes~ There was no way there was anyone more perfect for her than her current companion. And he was all hers. She had made sure of that. Anyone foolish enough to try getting close to him... or dared even think that they could be his companion.... well, she had brought all of them to a quick end. She was all he needed in his life. She protected him and she accepted him for everything that he was, everything that he could do. Yes, she was his ideal mate, he just hadn't realized it yet. But he would, he would accept her love so long as she continued to take care of him.

However, as much as she wanted to keep on daydreaming about her beloved, there were more interesting things to be doing in the present. Like making this bigot commit suicide, she hadn't driven anyone to death in awhile. Her eyes briefly flashed gold as she continued to feed this pitiful creature more of her lies. Walking over the edge of the cliff was the only way to escape their doubts, the insecurities that plagued their mind. There was no other choice, see? Ending it all was so much sweeter, so much easier, so much better than trying to fight in a world where talpa's roamed rampant and terrorizing innocents... Yes, just a little more, just a few steps more and they'd fall off and go tumbling to death. Just a little...

"Aíma, are... a-are you ready?" The instant she heard his wonderful voice, she felt her heart flutter eagerly. Yes, these minutes away from him had been too long, they were much better together. Always together. Hm, but first. She gave one more mental push and the bellatore took their final steps, screaming as they plunged downwards. Perfect, now she was ready. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and skipped towards her darling, who was looking around with a bit of a lost expression.

"I'm here," She smiled up at him sweetly, interlacing her arms around his. He didn't draw his arm away but he did look a tad troubled as he continued to gaze around them.

"I thought... um, I heard someone scream..." He frowned down at her, as if seeking affirmation. But she wasn't about to give that to him, no way. He didn't need to know about all of the people she had murdered along their journey.

"I didn't hear anything! We should leave soon though, we don't want any incidents, do we?" She purred, pulling him closer to her. Her lovely bard shrugged his shoulders, adjusting the bag he was holding so that he could carry it more comfortably. He didn't ask her any more questions and she nuzzled against him, all the better. They'd leave this rotten place behind and go somewhere more fun. She always enjoyed it better when they weren't in villages anyway, then they got to go tree climbing! And monster hunting, as she liked to refer to it as. Mmm... and she got to show off how powerful she was to him. He had to be awed by her, oh, soon, she'd do something so incredible that he'd have to fall for her on the spot. She was sure of it.


Chróma was unsure how to properly display his discomfort. She was doing that thing she did, he just didn't know how to pinpoint it. His companion always turned a lot sweeter when she had done something, the only question was whether or not it was a good thing. In the last town, she had gotten sweeter because she was able to get them twice the amount of food for the same price... He wasn't sure how she had bargained with the villager, all he knew was that when they walked away, the man had looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Well, his venefici friend did look rather sickly, it had probably been out of concern...

He couldn't be sure, he actually didn't know a whole lot about her. He felt, at times, that he had shared a lot more of his past with her than she had with him. But she hadn't ever hurt him so maybe he was just being paranoid. After all, she was the only one that really accepted him for his... unfortunate talents. He had no good reason to doubt her and pushed his doubts to the side for the time being. If it became a real issue, he would try to find the courage to bring it up later. He wasn't really working with copious amounts of confidence.

Not wanting to walk in silence, he decided to strike up conversation with her after they'd been walking a few minutes. "T-The bellatore said something interesting..." Aíma turned to face him with those piercing orbs of hers. It had taken him awhile to get used to the color but he had never gotten used to her black sclera. It still freaked him out a little. He managed to hold his gaze and continued talking. "There's a rumor? I think that's what they are called... well, it had to do with talpa's..."

He trailed off as he noticed her eyes literally glow at mention of this. His companion was silent for a few moments, probably evaluating what he had told her. Sometimes he felt a bit frustrated by his own lack of vocabulary--he, of course, knew why he hadn't put in the proper effort to begin with. But it was embarrassing not to even know the word "rumor" for sure. (That was what it was called, right? Right?)

"I see! Did this bellatore mention anything about a location?" Chróma nodded at her words, gesturing to the east.

"Mmhmm, there should be more in... info... infor..." The venefici nodded to indicate she knew what he was trying to say. He blushed, murmuring in a lower tone. "Um, in the next town over." Aíma's smile only grew wider as she held on tighter to him.

"Then we better not waste any time getting there, huh?"


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"Zrye.... Zrye.... Zrye!" Midori was bouncing on his shoulder, trying to get his attention, much like always. Reaching up, he brushed her wings, letting her know that he'd heard her, the first time. She made a face, pouting slightly, "I want strawberries!"

"You had one," he answered simply and continued walking.

"But that was like! Hours ago!"

Zrye gave a small grin in response, patting her wings gently. She seated herself on his shoulder, stretching out her legs across him and leaning against his neck, her head right next to his ear as she crossed her arms. Her wings fluttered every so often, tickling his chin and throat. He knew her silence wouldn't last long and that her instance at having the red plump fruit would soon fade also. She would be off on some other idea in just a moment and he would happily listen to her. As predicted it wasn't long before the little green Alchemehr was off on another tanget. Something about butterflies, but Zrye wasn't paying attention to the context of her words, just her voice which he always enjoyed.

They had been walking for a few days, back up north as he had decided. The news of the burning of villages was quickly becoming something that he heard often. More than once did he pass a few carriages carrying people headed south. He caught only snippets of conversation, but for the most part all he had put together was that the Talpas were acting strange, growing in number and increasing their attacks. This, on it's own, was alarming enough for him. It also was grounds for him to return to the north as soon as he could to aid those that may have needed it.

Flying might have brought him there faster, but at the same time, he felt a sort of weight to his steps. He wasn't sure what he was walking back to, and in honesty he wasn't sure he wanted to bring Midori into that kind of situation. However, it wasn't like he could leave her either. It was certainly a heavy desicion to make, but he'd already said he would return, and so he did. Perhaps he was just walking in hopes of hearing more of her light tones without the weight of death and destruction added to her voice.

Ahead of him, was a small town, one that he had actually passed through many days before when he'd been heading in the other direction. It was perhaps another half of an hour away from him. Beyond that was the larger city Gorias. He didn't really want to go there, but he wanted to see the city anyway, make sure it was still standing as it was the furthest north. At least, as far as the town that he had left days ago that had burned. Zrye took in a slow, silent breath as he walked, slowly getting closer to the small town that was really nothing more than a an inn, a handful of houses and farmland beyond it.

Chróma was waiting, this time around, because Aíma had insisted that she would ready the inn for their stay. He didn't do so well when it came to overnight accommodations, so a part of him was glad that she had chosen to take the initiative this time. He had gotten flustered the other time around, practically giving away their identities when he was forced to read what rooms they had available... that... that had not gone well. He fought off the urge to wince at the memory, that was in the past. They had precautions against him messing him like that. His companion had assured him that the people that had threatened him had paid dearly... He didn't know what that meant but whatever it was made Aíma happy so that had to be a good thing.

There was a yell from over his shoulder and he turned, half-expecting to see his venefici friend meandering over towards him. Instead, he was met with... an odd... was that? He squinted his eyes, trying to focus his vision towards where the panic was originating from. Somehow, in the last few minutes, a crowd had gathered near the entrance, but they appeared to be filing away from the gates. As if somewhat was pursuing them. He glanced at the inn but she had yet to leave--he wouldn't be gone long, he just had to see what all the fuss was about. Because he hadn't done anything... he hadn't! Not this time. The weaver moved against the crowd, pushing against them with his slight weight. What was making them all so...?

Chróma heard it before he saw it. A numbing, piercing howl filled the air--a sound that any traveler, any survivor of the lands would know well. It made his blood curdle, if that was even possible. It was the sound of an approaching talpa. He felt panic rise in his gut but his legs were shaking bad, he couldn't find the will to run the other way. They had only just gotten here, how was this happening? He was going to have to use his powers, and then all of these people would learn what he was... and then they'd try to kill him!

Fear filled his stomach, like an icy metal had slid down his throat and settled there "What are you doing?" He looked over, ah, Aíma! He rarely felt this kind of relief when he saw her but now was a good a time as any for her protection. She seemed ready to scold him but her eyes swiveled away from his the instant another howl filled the air. She was much quicker than he on the uptake and had located the source within seconds, a smirk growing on her face.

"Well well well, unexpected guests. Shall I take care of them for you, darling?" The way she said that... it almost... no, he didn't want to think about it. He nodded his head vigorously, anything, anything to hide it--and if they saved the town, then maybe the people would be indebted to them! All the better... they wouldn't suspect him. They wouldn't hate him then... Aíma cracked her neck, walking towards the disturbance with a disturbingly calm expression amidst the chaos.

The town wasn't far off now, but what had him lifting his head in surprise from Midori's rambling was a high pitched sound that seemed to echo through the air. He halted briefly. Looking to the town, he spotted several of the residents fleeing. With a tap of his finger against Midori's head, she was up and fading away into his ring. Drawing his blade, he launched himself up into the air and streaked towards the town rapidly. Zrye's heart pounded hard as he rushed, trying to get there before anyone was hurt, or worse.

The distance between himself and the growing danger decreased rapidly. His wings folded in and he fell from the height. Zrye's gaze had spotted two strange people that were doing the opposite of the rest of the town. One was standing there, jostled by the slowly fleeing people, the other moving towards the incoming Talpas. Unfurling his wings, he dropped down to the child -at least they looked like a child to him- and wrapped his arms around them. Moving the small girl in a flurry of wing beats, he set them down next to a building, out of sight of the Talpas, "Don't move," he said softly to the yellow haired kid.

Stepping away from the small alley, he returned his attention to the Talpas and the one person that was headed straight for them. This one had long white hair and a very small stature. Zrye wasn't sure they could stand up to the creatures. Leveling his sword, his wings spread and he felt his weight lightened. Zrye moved forward, rushing the first one that got too close. The angel practically danced around the creature, his sword making short work of it as he cut through it's limbs easily enough.

The air crackled with Midori's power soon after as he drew upon her magic briefly. A brilliant shot of white light cracked through the air, completely burning another, smaller one. It writhed as the electricity touched it and then fell still, smoldering. Turning his attention to the next, Zrye had made sure not to stray too far from where he'd put the child just in case something slipped past him and he had to save the little blonde.

Someone touched her darling, someone touched her darling, someone touched her fucking darling. Aíma felt rage bubble up, uncontrollable, unknowable amounts of rage at the sight of that stupid, that inconsiderate, that...! Those white wings, yes, she knew exactly what his kind was--and she had little tolerance for this happening. That piece of shit thought he could lay hands on her beloved and get... GET AWAY WITH IT?!

Power rippled out from her, she wasn't even fighting to control it anymore. Expertly, she reached into her sleeve and withdraw a medium sized blade--excellent for conjuring magic on the type of scale she was planning. She was going to send him to Hell. But first she had to impress her to-be-husband, the talpa's were going to get in the way of her revenge. So the only way to get to the bastard was to kill those creatures first... okay... Her eyes flashed a dull gold as she sliced into her flesh, blood dripping to the ground. She didn't feel any pain, she didn't care. He was going to pay... he was going to pay... dearly.

She focused her attentions on the rampaging creatures that were beginning to stream into the village from the entrance. They were ugly beasts, moving about blindly and clumsily. But that was perfect, it made her job... so much easier. Because these monsters were dumb. She projected her magics towards them, the invisible illusionary vines whipping about the landscape. Blood continue to flow from her forearm as she focused her energy. She could make them believe anything she wanted to. And now, those creatures were going to see prey in each other... yes... they'd kill each other for her.

Because the humans weren't interesting at all, look at how thin they were. How underfed. How disgustingly mortal. But their kin, much bigger pets, much bigger meals, much more proper. A laugh escaped her thin lips as the talpa's turned to each other, confused as she pushed her illusions deeper into their minds. Making them crave the taste of their own flesh, making them wish for the darkness to sate their insane appetites. One of the talpa's surrendered to her whims, biting into its' own arm with ferocity. It did not stop, tearing into the flesh, gnawing at it as it swallowed, ignoring the blood that flowed from its' limb. Yes. Yes. Succumb, succumb to her vision. Because once they did, she'd get that... scum.

Zrye wrenched his blade from another Talpas as it lunged at him, intent on sinking it's jaws into his shoulder and tearing him apart. He moved his wings accordingly so that they wouldn't be damaged by the oncoming teeth that snapped shut from the crushing grip that it had been intent on putting on him. With that, he skirted around another, allowing it past him just briefly before launching another electric stike at it. It reeled, screeching and then crumbled, hitting the wall in it's forward momentum.

The white winged angel moved back a bit, his gaze shifting over to the tiny blonde to make sure they were still there and safe. Once he was satisfied with that, he caught sight of the other, white haired child. Blood was flowing from them, and he was tempted to rush to them, to bring them back to the safety of the alleyway to finish off the rest of the Talpas. However, as he watched, one of the vile creatures suddenly bit into it's own arm and began tearing itself apart. Zrye felt a slight bit of bile bubbled up in his throat. What was this?

Other Talpas were falling as well, even though the child hadn't moved. He couldn't figure out what they were doing. Still, it was felling the Talpas a lot faster than he ever could, even with Midori's power at full strength. He eyed the destruction carefully, wary for any other Talpas to come his way.

Chróma felt sick in his stomach as he watched what was happening. Of course, initially, he had been confused when he had been suddenly lifted by the stranger. But there was something almost comforting in being protected, a little more relieving than what his companion was doing right now. He never really fully understood how her magic worked but whatever she was doing was working. The talpa's were eating themselves, ravenously... He furrowed his brows, fighting the urge to heave. He hated violence...

He felt a bit of alarm in his chest, however, as he noticed Aíma looked a bit unsteady on her feet. The blood was pouring to profusely from her arm--she was anemic, why wasn't she stopping the flow of blood? What little color there was in her face was draining fast and her tiny legs were quivering as if about to give way any second.

"A-Aíma!" He cried out, tempted to move to her side immediately but given his current position, that was a bit of an impossibility. He had the strong feeling he was put in his location for safety purposes, but now that was just interfering with the venefici, who did not appear to have heard him as her laughter got progressively more high pitched. But it looked as though the few remaining talpa's were coming to their senses, the two that were left had ceased in their gnawing. They looked confused, looking back and forth, before settling their glazed over eyes on to the small girl.

What could he do? He couldn't get down their fast enough to help her. Wait, that man, the one that saved him--surely, maybe he could...? "Please!" He yelled down, hoping the winged-fighter would hear him. "Stop them, she's wasting blood!" He couldn't keep the frantic edge out of his voice. If this went on for much longer, she would pass out. And without her magic to protect her... no no no. He didn't want to think about it. And here he was, standing around helplessly, selfishly not wanting to reveal himself... But he couldn't afford to. He could only hope the stranger would have it in their heart to help.

Zrye cut the head of another completey from it's shoulders and heard a sharp cry behind him. Turning, he looked to see if something had slipped past him to strike the young girl, but instead they had only yelled out a name. He looked back to the little child that was laughing hysterically. Though he hadn't quite figured out what she found to be so funny, he didn't like the way they were swaying on their feet. Then the cry came again. Turning he eyed the little blonde. Asking him to help the girl several feet away from him.

With only two Talpas left to deal with, it seemed that whatever she had been doing to them was wearing off now. Flipping his sword once, he crouched down slightly and his wings tilted. A couple of very powerful wing beats brought him streaking across the dirt to where she was. He intercepted the first one easily enough, his blade singing as he sliced through it's chest as he passed. The second one he had to race. Zrye almost didn't make it as he pumped his wings again to gain more speed. Lifting up his weapon he wrapped both hands around the hilt, knowing that there was no way he could possibly stop or make this any less graceful than it was going to be.

His blade slammed into the Talpas' side, driven all the way to the hilt with his weight and crushing speed driven behind it. Both went tumbling. Zrye folded his wings desperate to keep them from being harmed. Rolling off the creature, he snapped them open as he came up, using them to fly just a bit so that he didn't land on them in another roll. Touching down he turned to see the creature lying still on the ground with his sword still embedded in it's side. Moving quickly, Zrye retrieved his weapon and looked to the girl.

She was bleeding heavily. Reaching up, he plucked a few of his feathers and knelt down next to her, preparing to heal the wounds for her.

Aíma's legs had given way at the last second. She had been so close, her magic had been so perfect, she just hadn't had the stamina to keep up the effects. Her vision had gone blurry towards the end but as she faltered, she caught sight of that... piece of absolute shit coming towards her. She hadn't had enough energy to fuck with him, she definitely would've. She didn't have any energy left to even glare. Her eyes drifted closed as he neared her, she could only hope that her darling was safe and sound in the midst of everything.