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"Is that a strawberry! I know you have one, I can smell it, hand it over!"

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


I will happily help you! But first... this plump, juicy strawberry is begging me to eat it...

Midori is an Alchemehr. More specifically a pixie type.

Midori has lived a very long time. She appears to be a teenager and certainly can act like one at times. Her age, though, remain's a mystery, even to Zrye who has been with her for a very long time.

The little pixie doesn't have an interest particularly in that way.

Midori can be described in a few words. Her name essentially means 'green', given to her by Zrye when he'd found and saved her. Her long locks of green-blue hair certainly set the tone for her name. Her wings look to be made of emeralds, but when touched are as soft as velvety plush. She wears dark green clothes made out of the tiny vines found inside the leaves all woven together intricately as only one of her size can possibly do. She is only twelve inches tall with a round face and large dark green eyes that seem to sparkle almost all the time.

Her skin is of a pale complexion. Midori's arms and legs may look small, but she's rather strong considering. Almost always there are thin, flexible leaves of bright green woven into her hair, helping to keep the long locks from frizzing into her face. Bracelets of thin vines and other natural elements weave their way along her arms and legs. Midori is barefoot at all times, preferring to feel everything beneath her feet and also because she finds any type of shoe to be constricting (not to mention ugly).

The little green pixie can be quite the talker. She's almost the exact opposite to her companion whom she's chosen to make a contract with. She can talk about anything, ranging from how beautiful the colored sky is to what it means to be a leaf on a tree. One could say the development of the little beauty becoming a chatter box was because of the silence of her winged protector, Zrye. The man doesn't talk much and so she feels the need to speak for both of them. Zrye has seemingly grown accustomed to her constant flow of speech for she can continue for days and he won't say anything about it, only listen to her.

Midori is a little ball of energy, never staying still for more than a few minutes unless she's sleeping where she is finally both still and silent. She laughs easily, smiles all the time and is in general an easy going creature. Still, for one full of such energy and love, she can easily be hurt. Insults of any kind directed towards her or anyone she holds close will make her angry to the point of tears. She can't find anything to say at these times and will end up crying instead because she couldn't say anything. When she's crying for one reason or another, she tends to hide in Zrye's clothes or under his wings or even sealing herself in the ring she'd made the contract in with the Lagoi. Most times, though, she prefers his wings to hid under.

She can be very stubborn at times as well and though rare, she can get bored which leads to a lot of complaining and Zrye only smiling softly whilst reaching to stroke her wings in an attempt to calm her. Midori's stubbornness can be a hassle to deal with, especially when it comes down to something she wants. Puffing out her cheeks, crossing her arms and stomping her feet and usual signs that she's irritated, and hot headed about something. Though during these times she's most like a child, the pixie does express her true age every once in a while depending on the situation at hand. She can be mature, which may shock some who've never seen it before due to her acting like a small child most times.

Fighting is something that terrifies Midori and she despises it because she hates to see anyone in pain. Though she does carry a weapon, she hesitates to use it at all. Most times, she confines herself within the ring and allows Zrye to use her magic. There she can't see the pain being inflicted and thus it's easier to deal with even though it still scares her slightly. Usually after any sort of fighting, she becomes depressed for a while, one of the only other times that she doesn't speak very much. She will sit on his shoulder, right behind his ear where she will stare behind them for hours on end until she's finally beginning to feel better.

Though Midori seems to love everything, there are a few things that she hates. The Bellatores, Raconteurs, and the Talpas. Not only is she afraid of the Talpas, she hates them because of their destructive and cruel nature. She cannot fathom how such beings exist and if reminded of them she will immediately either disappear into her ring or she'll order those who are speaking of them to be silent about it. The Bellatores she hates because of what they did to her and her small community. To add to that, she despises Raconteurs not only due to the natural hate that everyone has for them, but also because of their reputation for sealing her kin unwillingly into random objects. Midori wishes to have nothing to do with any Bellatores or Raconteurs, she believes firmly that all of those in that race are evil.

  • Midori enjoys sweet fruits. Her favorite are strawberries and blackberries. She'll eat them like candy until she gets a stomach ache.
  • Grass is her favorite. She loves the way it looks, the way it smells and how soft it is to touch.
  • Creating new pieces of clothing for herself is a joy, the tedious work keeps her occupied for hours (which is the only time she's quiet thankfully, though it doesn't seem to bother Zrye).
  • Receiving and giving gifts makes her extremely happy, especially if it's fruit given to her.
  • Midori likes happy people as well, her energy seems to grow when she's around laughing, smiling individuals.
  • She loves to sleep on Zrye, usually his chest where he is the warmest.
  • In addition, she loves that he strokes her wings because of his fascination for soft things.

  • The little green pixie despises sour things, usually making a strange face and noise before tossing such things away and looking for something sweet.
  • She dislikes being told what to do, especially if it's being told to be quiet.
  • The Talpas and Bellatores she absolutely hates and doesn't talk about nor associate with.
  • Midori dislikes large bodies of water for some reason, perhaps because of her small size the water seems almost three times what it actually is.
  • If one thing is for sure, the pixie absolutely despises being away from Zrye for any amount of time, she will grow distressed, fall into depression and quite literally loses all of her energy until she's with him again.
  • Finally, she hates heights. The highest she's been is up on Zrye's head and that's as far as she's willing to go, any higher and she'll cry.

Midori has only one weapon. She carries a sword that is green in color and is seemingly made from some sort of glass. It would be akin to a letter opener in size, but for her it is the perfect 'long sword'. Light in weight it hardly constricts her. Aside from this, she has a small wooden pick she uses as a needle when making clothes. Otherwise, only her hand made clothes are what she carries.

Midori has the natural affinity to electricity. Her magic can be potent when conducted via a contract. One wouldn't think that a species her size would have such a capability to conduct so much power. However, her energy is unlike most races probably due to her being an Alchemehr. She has amazing control over the power. Creating anything from a small spark to light something on fire to larger strikes of lightning. She can conduct the power to course all over her small frame, so if someone were to grab her, she could very well electrocute them into letting her go. Midori can extend her electricity outwards away from her body as well. Summoning down a strike of lightning at a range of a few yards, up to twenty yards when she needs to. Usually the little green pixie will send out sparks of the white numbing light in rapid succession during a fight, aiming for arms and legs so that the adversary cannot move either of them after taking a hit of her potent magic.

Her swordsmanship is good as well, enough to keep herself alive if it came down to it, though she tends to resort to her magic more often than using her weapon. In all actuality the small green sword is used more for foraging and cutting away leaves and fruits than fighting. Certainly the weapon is sharp enough to cut through skin and can do some damage. Because of her small size, Midori will go for the face with her weapon if she's not using her magic. The eyes are her target, blind the enemy and then make an escape. Finally, Midori is capable of flight, fluttering around rather quickly and is hard to catch. She has amazing accuracy and can cast her electricity whilst performing complex aerial movements.

Though she is small, Midori is quite hardy including her wings. Though they are soft, they're hard to break. She can sneak around quite well for eavesdropping, but that depends on what's going on and if she'll have to be separated from Zrye for long or not. Convincing her to do some scouting of that kind could be hard, but definitely worth while once achieved. Though she talks a lot, she can be silent and sneaky if the situation asks for it. Being fast and agile her her greatest strengths.

She is a good cook and taught Zrye how to cook as well. In addition, she also taught him how to track. Having lived in the forest for most of her life, Midori knows all sorts of wildlife. She can identify plants of various nature, knows which are poisonous and which are not. Along with her cooking, tracking and knowledge of plant life, Midori is a wonderful seamstress, creating all sorts of clothing and jewelry (of course all of these things are 'pixie sized'). The little pixie is also an amazing haggler when it comes to buying things in a city or town. She can argue for quite some time on price, nine times out of ten she wins (probably because she's stubborn and unusually persistent).

Having a fear of heights definitely puts a damper on things because she will cry if she's put up too high, or shown how high she is if passing over a cliff or anything like that. She's not big on fighting, and thus usually will hesitate if she's not residing in the ring to assist Zrye. This can cause injuries to herself if she's not careful. Overwhelming fear can also take it's toll on her for she won't think clearly and thus if she's captured but too much in shock or terrified, Midori won't think to electrify her body to be freed.

Although she's a strong flyer, her small size counters her in negative ways. Large gusts of wind can blow her around easily due to her not weighing much. She can't swim, and with the addition of her fear/hate of water, being tossed into it can result in her drowning. Finally, although she's seemingly always full of energy, even Midori can grow tired with overuse of magic and flying for too long. Her limit is about two hours of continuous flight before she's completely drained. Thus, she tends to fly in spurts, utilizing things around her to keep moving rather than continue flying constantly. When not flying, she is slower and much easier to catch.

Midori used to live in the forests within a small community of Alchemehr's. She was born and raised under the leaves of the bushes and trees, nestled within the grasses of the forest floor. However, now she wanders with the Lagoi Zrye due to her contract with him and his not staying in one place for very long. Though Midori was not one to leave the forest of her home, she's now become accustomed to moving around the land so long as she's with Zrye.

Midori is currently single, without any interest in love or anything like that. Her expressions of love are far different from what others might see them as. She 'loves' others as she would love a brother or sister. As of right now, she is close to Zrye only, considering him far more precious than anything else and in a way she loves him. She would do anything for the white winged Lagoi. She once had family, but they are forever lost to her. Her father and mother were her only family and she had been particularly close to her mother.

The tiny green pixie was born in the thick forests of Nominum. She was a part of a small community of a handful of Alchemehr's that resided there. Their numbers were not overly large, but not small either. It was the perfect size in Midori's opinion. Midori had a different name before she met Zrye. She was called Elehmbre, Ele to her parents and close friends. Most of the community was made up of pixie sized Alchemehr's a handful of glowing insect types and a couple of fairies that were just a bit larger than the pixies, not quite as large as humans though.

Midori loved her home just like the others that surrounded her. Everyone was full of life. She was taught to cook by her mother, taught to control and manipulate her electricity by her father as well as the ways of the forest. She learned about the animals and the plants while accompanying her father and others into the wild. She was bubbling with energy much like usual and learned rather quickly, picking things up almost immediately. Life for her was easy going in that forest and she loved every minute of it.

The first time the green pixie witnessed the Talpas, she was intrigued by their appearances. Interested in what they were and why many of the people in her community warned the younger ones to keep away from them, she followed after a few of these creatures that seemed to be nothing but inky darkness moving through the trees of the outer edges of the forest. It was also there that she saw her first human village. The Bellatores resided in an enormous place surrounded by a huge wall. To Midori, it had seemed like they'd boxed themselves in via rock and dirt, a curious thing if she did say so herself.

As she watched, she had her first taste of fear as fires erupted suddenly, engulfing the small town. Screams of fear, rage and pain filled the night air as the Talpas engaged in a bloody fight with the human warriors. The destruction was so violent and quick that Midori thought she was dying with those inside the walls. Fleeing the area, she flew straight back home, crying. It took days before she no longer had nightmares and could sleep on her own, months before she could even leave the safety of the community.

A handful of years later, when Midori was considered an adult by Alchemehr standards, she and a group of her friends had gone out into the forest to forage and bring back the sweet fruits that she so loved. With makeshift carts of craftily folded up leaves, the group of seven spent most of the day scavenging for berries and edible plants on the forest floor. With a huge load and the end of the day nearing, they finally decided to return home to share with the others their valuable find. The sounds of shouting and larger creatures storming through the forest alerted the small group. Leaving the fruits behind, they scattered into the bushes, climbing up as high as each was willing to go to see what was going on.

Midori found terror again that day. This time from the Bellatores and ones that she would later learn to be the Raconteurs. Many of the Raconteurs had captured many of the pixies and insect Alchemehr's. The handful of Bellatores were helping them, though tension seemed high between the two races. At the time Midori couldn't tell the difference between the two, associating them all to be Bellatores. Her group of seven fled the area, but many of them were unfortunate to run into more Raconteurs, Midori included. She was captured after being knocked from one branch of a bush to the ground. Cut and bruised, she was too frightened to move after taking the blow.

Unsure of what was going to happen to her as the Raconteur approached her, she could only pray that she wouldn't end up eaten or killed or worse, trapped into an object like many of the stories said happened to Alchemehr's who were caught by the humans. Trembling from fear, she didn't notice her mother had followed after her in the chaos. In a brilliant streak of light, Midori's mother attacked the Ranconteur, knocking him backwards. Picking up her child both of them fled once again through the trees. Midori was unsure as to how long they ran, but with her mother injured already, she knew they couldn't go much further.

Stopping briefly, her mother told her that they needed to go separate ways. Although Midori didn't want to, her mother wouldn't have it any other way. They were separated with the final words of love and a promise to see each other once again. Midori found herself out in a clearing that she'd never known to be a part of the forest before. It was huge, with no trees in sight. Later, she learned it was the open grass lands of Nominum that she'd stepped into. No humans came after her once she left the forest, but she didn't dare return either for fear of what she might find.

So she wandered the grassland, wondering when it would be alright to go back or if she had the courage to go back anyway. During one night of her pondering this dilemma, she found she'd wandered into two Talpas. Fearfully she ran, but they were faster. Her electricity wasn't much, hardly harming them at all but she surmised this was due to her own inexperience and the terror that gripped her, keeping her from manipulating the magic properly. Heavily injured from the two Talpas that were 'playing' with her, she tumbled into a hole just barely large enough for her and hid there till morning. Crawling out the next day, she was too exhausted to do much more and lay there half awake, half unconscious.

That was when Zrye found her. Finally rescued from eternal loneliness, she happily made a contract with him, both in payment for his healing her as well as to stay with him. Midori is hopeful to one day return to the forests of her home. Perhaps her travels with the wandering Lagoi will take her there one day.

Theme Song


So begins...

Midori's Story


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A Few Days Ago

The rain had not let up, but that didn't seem to bother the large Lagoi that travelled across the barren road. His enormous white wings were lifted upwards slightly, partially opened and hovering over either shoulder. At first glance one would wonder why the angel had his wings in such a position as it would make more sense to have them enclosed around his body to protect against the icy cold rain that pelted him. However, it was not for his protection that he had his wings in such a position.

Sitting on his shoulder was a tiny little pixie woman not more than twelve inches tall and her legs dangling off his well sculpted, broad shoulder. She was currently humming to herself as she leaned back against him, enjoying the shelter that his wings provided her, "Ne, Zrye... I'm hungry."

The angel reached back with his hand and ran his fingers through her velvety soft wings of emerald color. It was often his only singular response to her. The little pixie didn't seem to mind though as she fluffed up her wings to his touch, giving him more feathers to run through.

"Seriously, when is it going to stop raining? This weather is terrible," she muttered, her feet starting to kick against his shoulder which he hardly felt at all, "I really want strawberries. When was the last time we had any of those? Isn't there an inn somewhere around here? We can raid their kitchens!" she said, her fist coming up next to her face as her eyes seemed to have a brilliant glow about them, her lips twisted up into a comical smile as she thought about her brilliant idea.

Zrye shook his head lightly, a small smirk forming on his own lips as he listened to her. Midori bounced up onto her feet causing Zrye to lift his wing up a little bit higher for her as she rushed up to his neck and cradled his ear.

"Zrye, Zrye! We could raid their kitchens! Don't you know what this means?! It means strawberries for life!" Her face was slightly pink in her excitement and she couldn't stand still at all with her sudden realization -if one could call it that- Her tiny fingers tugged at the lobe of his ear, "Hurry! Onwards! Quickly to the nearest inn! I must have those juicy... decadent... plump... sweet... strawberries to myself!"

Once again in response to her erratic explosion, he reached up and brushed her wings, a very soft and gentle chuckle coming from the back of his throat. Midori heard it though, she knew the signs and since she was so close to him, she rarely missed anything that he did. Had it been anyone else though, it never would have been heard, unless one pays very very close attention.

Midori would have continued on her rant about strawberries and raiding kitchens if Zrye hadn't suddenly stopped in his tracks. The rain was loud but it didn't drown out the sounds of crackling, nor did it dilute the sharp smell of burning wood, flesh and blood. Midori gave a sharp squeak as she turned from her place and looked out from under his wing. Her gaze grew wide as she looked out into the destruction. The town that lay perhaps a half a mile down the road from them, was on fire.


He reached back and with a gentle tap against her back, she moved and took tiny fistfuls of his hair, dropping down behind his ear as his wings snapped wide open. In two quick steps he lunged forward into the air. Three powerful wing beats brought him to where he wanted to be a couple of feet up in the air and soaring straight for the town far faster than he could run to it. The heat was intense as he hovered over the ruins. It must not have been long ago, the attack. A few hours perhaps for the rain had not done its job to snuff out the raging flames.

His heart hammered in his chest as he eyed the area, trying to see if anyone had survived. This certainly looked to be done by the Talapas, but the creatures were long gone. Curling his wings in, he dropped down to the ground. Landing hard in a kneeling position, he folded in his wings and as he took in the destruction with a heavy heart. When his gaze landed on the torn bodies, he winced and reached up to cover Midori with his hand gently.

"Midori, your ring," was all he said. The tiny pixie knew what he wanted from her though. He didn't want her to see any of it. It was too gruesome, and heart wrenching. Her body slowly dissipated into a green whiff of smoke and she faded into the ring on his finger. Zrye lowered his hand from his shoulder and looked around, taking in the destruction, the smell of the heavy smoke and the sharp tinge of metallic, iron.

The smell of blood.

An hour of searching and the white winged angel found nothing. No one had survived and though he had been tempted for one young woman, he knew she had passed before he could do anything for her. When he finished, he managed to pull himself from the ruins. Taking flight, Zrye put as much distance between himself and the burning village as he could. It left a sour taste in his mouth, and he would be haunted by that image for some time to come.

Present Time

Midori was seated on his shoulder once again. She had been hiding behind his ear for a few days since the incident with the burned village. It wasn't until that morning that she had come back around after Zrye had brushed her wings several times to calm her.

"Who are those guys?" Midori asked as she leaned against his neck, looking behind them at something she had spotted. The sun was beating down on them now and in the heat, Midori had taken off some of her layers and was lounging on him with a simple skirt and top over her chest. Her long green hair was pulled up with little green vines to hold it in place.

Zrye turned his attention from where he had been looking to over his shoulder to the men that she had seen. They were dressed up in nice clothes, fine jewelry and carrying bags with a cart being drawn behind them. Moving off to the side, the angel allowed them to pass him, but he caught the words that were being spoken easily enough. Stopping in his tracks, he turned slightly as the merchants continued on, speaking as if the Lagoi was not even there.

"Those damned Talapas are going crazy. More reports of attacks are coming in every day."

"Something isn't right. Whatever it is though, we are getting out of here. Heading south is our best option. Any further north and we'll be in trouble. Last thing I need is a Talapas tearing me apart," the other merchant said in a tone of exasperation.

"I hear there is something up there, though, something that's making the Talapas more aggressive."

"What, something like magic?"

The first merchant shrugged, "Something like that," they finished their conversation and the cart trailed on with a slight trail of dust.

"Zrye... That doesn't sound good. Do you think that was what we saw the other day?"

Zrye turned back around, facing the way they had come. He had been heading south as well without really realizing his destination, much like always. He eyed the northern path, eyebrows drawn down in concentration. Midori watched him with wide eyes, her lips in a small frown as she tried to read him. Glancing down to her, he turned around completely and started walking back the way he had come.

"There is a town back this way. We will stop there," Zrye said softly to her.

"What are we going to do?"

"Help who we can," he answered simply and continued on his way.


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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.