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Zrye Silvyre

"Tell me truly..."

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

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'Even if it is impossible, do so anyway. Because to not try is to give up, and giving up is Dying.'





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Species
Zrye is a white winged Lagoi. His wings are twice his size, extending outwards to a full length of twelve in a half feet. When rested, the wings are folded back against the shoulder blades and along the line of his spine. Even when folded, they still stand well over his head and the edges of the wings come just past his arms. The feathers of the wings are each almost a foot long in length. These beautiful, powerful limbs are able to sustain flight for quite some time allowing him a wide range of aerial abilities.


Age
Zyre appears to be around his late twenties, he doesn't keep track. If one were to ask his usual answer is 28

Sexuality
He doesn't mind whom it is that he may be in love with. He once was in love with another male. There is no discrimination in his eyes. Any and all should be happy, no matter the circumstances.

Appearance
Standing at an intimidating height of six feet, he is anything but small. Toned muscle curves every portion of his frame, but not overly muscled either. Shoulder length white hair is just as silky as it looks, feathering around his face and falling into his eyes often. His gaze is mostly considered gray in color, but there have been times when they become a striking pale blue.

The Lagoi prefers light weighted equipment and armor as it doesn't inhibit his ability to fly when he needs to. Pastel colors are his favored, mostly whites and pale blues. Rarely does he wear any armor as it constricts his movements. However, if he does don any sort of metal plating, it is usually just to cover his chest in silver and gold plating. This is, as stated, a rare occurrence and most will find Zrye wearing white pants with a single belt for his sword and knife, a white tunic of sorts and light colored shin high boots.





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Zyre is a difficult person to read most times until you've gotten to know him. Stony features and a stony gaze are what is presented within a first meeting and remain so for quite some time. He rarely shows emotion, and if he does it is very slight. This doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to laugh or smile, only that he's closed off to those he may not know very well. It takes time for Zrye to show anything but a blank look to someone else. He prefers it this way. Getting close is a long process. Cutting through the exterior of his well built iron can be tough, but well worth it in the end. Zrye is fiercely loyal to those that he may call friends or companions. He knows what betrayal is like, and thus has been colored by it. The sharp feelings of such a circumstance keeps him from doing so to others. He wouldn't wish it on anyone that he cared for.

Once one gets to know him, they'll realize that he is not cold at all and that he is very knowledgeable. He is very prideful as well about being a Lagoi. Zrye gains pleasure from healing others, but takes it rather hard on himself when he is unable to do anything for another person. The white winged Lagoi doesn't quit, even if he knows there's virtually nothing he can do for someone who may be on the brink of death. He will do everything he can to ease their pain and try to heal them. Though he knows his limits he often pushes to far, putting himself in precarious situations of weakness. Though he isn't the easiest to get close to, he will still help others regardless. He has the power to do so, and instead of not using it -which would be a huge waste and an insult to his race- he uses the ability of healing to it's utmost potential.

He is open minded about anything, accepting others as they are and never forces his own views onto another being. Zrye is a great listener and often times offers advice to any that may seek it, or may not seek it. He doesn't expect his words to be heeded, but feels slightly warmed if they are heeded. He is an honorable individual, following certain codes and rules that he's either set out for himself or he has learned over time. Though he may seem cold and uninviting, he treats other with the highest respect possible and expects it in return. If he were to be treated rudely or anything of the like, he tends to simply walk away, preferring not to have to deal with such people. It has taken some time to learn that not everyone can be changed in their way of thinking, mostly in part to Midori's influence. Though she is sweet and loving, she is reasonable and wise. Zrye puts great trust in her words.

Midori has become his closest companion and she has influenced him greatly. He puts in more of an effort to communicate with others once he's gotten to know them a bit more. It can be a bit awkward at times, but it is a work in progress that his little pixie companion pushes him to do. Her talkative nature pleases him greatly and he enjoys listening to her even if she's complaining of boredom or anything of that nature. He doesn't speak all that much, only because he doesn't have much to say anyway unless the situation calls for it. Besides, Midori does most of the talking, enough for the both of them and then some. However, on some occasions he does engage in light conversation, mostly with Midori as she does tend to say some interesting things.

Though he is not accustomed to showing his emotions freely, Zrye can still be pushed to opposite ends of the spectrum. Happiness is easier to show in a slight smile or soft laugh as is his usual behavior. Sadness comes in the form of solitude and silence, the familiar stony expressions upon first meeting others. Anger is harder to come by, but is possible to stoke if the right conditions are met. He doesn't allow anger into his system so easily, though, as it blinds him. The death of a close friend or family member can do this, threats to any whom he considers close can do it as well -especially if Midori were to be threaten or taken away from him-. Falling into anger is as deadly as poison to Zrye. It is hard to get him to come back to his normal, calm, relaxed state once he's been lost to rage, usually only Midori can do this.


Likes
  • Zrye has a variety of likes, pastel colors of cloth is a sort of fascination of his.
  • Sugary smells is another.
  • Anything that is soft gains his attention ranging from rugs to animals. One of his favorite things to do is to stroke Midori's velvety soft wings. He's always so fascinated by how soft they are that he often finds himself doing it without having thought of it. One could say it's become habit to run his fingers through her wings.
  • He enjoys listening to conversation even if he doesn't join in, he likes the sound of voices.
  • Healing is a passion, being able to help others is almost like an extension of his own life.
  • Zrye enjoys the forest as well, though it constricts his flight. It's the breeze that he loves, the smell of it.



Dislikes
  • Zrye dislikes dishonest people. He finds them to be cowards of a sort. Lying to him is the worst thing one could do and he will feel disappointment and deeply hurt by that fact. He would consider it a dishonor, a betrayal even.
  • Being away from Midori can sour his mood, make him broody even without her because he's gotten so used to her being with him.
  • Sour things, or bitter things he dislikes as well.
  • Dark colors, especially black for clothes he avoids wearing or buying, though he doesn't mind how it looks on others.
  • Zrye absolutely despises caves, being surrounded by rocks makes him feel ill because he cannot see the sky.


Equipment
The tall Lagoi's weapons are few. He wields only a sword and long knife. The knife located against his lower back horizontally, his sword located at his side at all times. Both of which are strapped to a single belt around his waist. Around his index finger is a silver ring, this is his contract with his pixie Alchemehr.


Abilities
Zrye is proficient with his sword and knife, preferring a combination of both weapons when engaged in a fight. He uses his wings in two different ways when fighting. Either aerial combat where he will easily flit back and forth around his opponent in quick succession, or by alleviating his weight when he's on the ground to move faster. Both uses of his wings increase his speed and agility, making him very nimble and very hard to hit.

In addition, Zrye has the capability to wield electricity via the use of a ring that he often wears around his first finger. The silver metal is etched with symbols of a spell that is a contract with his Alchemehr, Midori. The little pixie has the ability to control the electrical element in a rather potent form. Zrye can control this whenever she is residing in the ring. What her abilities are become his own then, except in a larger form. Electrifying his own body, much like she can; summoning strikes of lightning to quite literally 'smote' an enemy; and casting out less vile amounts of electricity to stun or disable an opponent.

He's not fond of using this as a weapon because it does in fact use Midori's own energy, thus he usually uses her magic in small dosages. Zrye favors the smaller abilities of shocking an enemy into numbness or covering his own form in the electricity in case of losing his weapon and having no other form of protection. Even though he uses what could be considered a diluted amount of her magic in order to not put any strain on Midori, a single touch can still put a full grown person on the ground, completely numb. However, should Zrye ever be provoked into a blind rage for any reason, he will unleash the full potential of his green pixie without thinking.

Finally, Zrye is an amazing healer. Stab wounds to broken bones. He can heal almost anything. The more damage, the more magic he'll have to use via the wings on his back, more specifically the feathers. One feather per wound, depending on the wound, though, he may need to use more than one.


Strengths
Listening is one of his strength not only because he enjoys the voices, but because he can then offer help if it's needed, which is something he's very happy to do once he knows someone well enough. In addition, his ability to keep his emotions under a tight lock and key could be considered a strength. Being provoked in battle is a natural tactic any foe may use against another. However, for Zrye, it is very hard to do and any knowing opponent would be wise not to do so.

Aside from the young Lagoi's healing and fighting capabilities, he knows quite a bit in the ways of the world. Having traveled for most of his adult life and having Midori to teach him, he's learned many things and is able to use what he's learned. He can barter quite well, a skill he picked up from Midori though she does it far better than himself. Zrye is a good cook, -oddly enough- taught so by Midori. He tends to enjoy cooking rather often making -at times- the most exquisite meals out of simple ingredients. In addition, he is a good hunter, he can track -to a point- especially if it is over open area's as he can get an aerial view which he prefers to do.

Simply put, Zrye's greatest strength is to be with Midori. They're an inseparable pair, and together they can either be a force to be reckoned with, or an amazing pair of loyal companions.


Weaknesses
Zrye's weaknesses are many. Though his wings are his strength, they are a weakness as well. They are fragile. Landing on them the wrong way, taking a slight blow or even passing through a crowd without extra care can break them easily. Once broken, the pain is near blinding, causing Zrye to be unable to do anything until they're healed.

Healing comes with a cost. Using too many feathers will deplete his energy sufficiently forcing him to sleep for either many hours up to a few days depending on what he's attempted to do. Small cuts and bruises can be easily healed with a single feather. Gashes and deeper wounds usually take two feathers. If the wounds are mortal, and the person is dying, Zrye may use a handful of feathers in an attempt to heal the person before their passing, however this greatly weakens him and most times the person dies anyway -a fact that he should know by now, but tends not heed-. Broken bones can only be healed with three or four feathers if he's able to tend to them within the first few hours of the break. Anything past that and he's unable to do the healing process unless the bone is broken again.

His flight is limited. He cannot fly too high or the strain will cause fatigue or damage to his wings. The longest he's been able to stay aloft was a total of ten hours, but that was under an extreme circumstance and he's never done it again. Extended flight will weaken him as he grows tired faster. For this reason, he tends to fight on the ground. His electricity is extremely dangerous if he's been provoked into anger. Unleashing the full potential of Midori is not only dangerous to others, but also his precious little green pixie. It tends to go chaotic and is uncontrolled in his blind rage. Using up too much of the magical energy can put Midori in danger of dying of exhaustion. He doesn't think clearly when fighting under the impression of anger, but he becomes far more deadly than before.





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Zrye is a wanderer. He used to live in a place called Turell, but it was burned to the ground by creatures and monsters that had seemingly come from no where. He'd been there all his life, but with it gone and at a rather young age, Zrye was forced elsewhere or perish in nothing but blackened ruins. His journeys have taken all across the world, helping him to learn more about the beings around him who share the same space as he does.


Relationships
Once upon a time Zrye was in love. He and a childhood friend had grown rather fond of each other. Having been together for a long time, at the age of fifteen they had become aware of their attraction to one another. The other boy was another white winged Lagoi as Zrye was. However, the boy whose name Zrye does not remember either from the horror of the event or what have you, betrayed him as well as the entire town. Turell burned because the boy.

Before that, Zrye had a family, two brothers and a younger sister. He was very close to his sister as she was the youngest, the baby of the family. His elder brother he looked up to, and his younger brother he thought was a big pest most times, but Zrye still cared for him. His father had died, simply fading away at one point when Zrye was still very young and his mother soon died after his sister was born.

After the fire, Zrye was left alone. For a long while he wandered the world with no one at his side. Two years after being picked up by the lone Lagoi who taught him the ways of being a wandering healer, he found his first companion. She is a pixie Alchemehr whom has pledged herself to him. Zrye named her 'Midori' because of her green color. Though it took a long while for the white winged Lagoi to allow her to get close to him, the two share an inseparable bond as they understand each other and he has become extremely fond of her presence.


History
Zrye's reason to build the iron wall around himself is due to the experiences of betrayal when he was younger. At the age of fifteen he and a childhood friend had fallen in love with each other. The other boy was a year younger than Zrye was. They were together for three years, utterly devoted to one another. Zrye, who has forgotten the name of his first lover, doesn't remember how or why the other boy had fallen to darkness. The only lingering memory is the pain of watching the town burn under the hands of creatures he'd never seen before and watching his once lover stand in the middle of it all without any regret or pain on his face. He grew to learn that those creatures were the Talpas, vile beings of destruction.

Zrye left the village, fleeing the darkness. It was the one and only time that he'd flown for so long or so far before. He left the lands he knew when he was a child. When he finally could fly no further, he came crashing down into the beautiful grasslands where he lay for days unable to move because of the broken wings. He was picked up by a wandering Lagoi whom he'd never seen before. There were many other towns of Lagoi, but Zrye hadn't heard of any one Lagoi wandering on their own before.

The wanderer healed his wings and taught Zrye about what he did which was to simply offer his healing abilities to the residents of Nominum. Here Zrye learned the limitations of his own healing abilities. He was taught about what could be healed and what couldn't. The wanderer who had saved him was an older Lagoi, sweet in nature and never quick about anything except his healing. Perhaps if Zrye had stayed with this Lagoi, he would have learned to be far more opened again, but alas he was left alone again far too soon. The elder Lagoi passed one night with Zrye begging him to stay, but knowing there was nothing in his power he could do to keep the other in this life.

Alone once more, he began his own exploits around the world, moving from town to town and using his gifted wings to assist others. Though he doesn't ask for money in return for his services when he's healing the injured, he often gets paid anyway. Even so, Zrye tends not to stay in the cities or towns he goes to, preferring to camp in the wilderness though most times sleep doesn't come to him. All the while it seems he is running from a shadowing darkness that clings to his back. He won't return to his home village because he fears finding his old lover again and he's not quite sure what he might do should he find the other Lagoi. He has a colored perception of others, especially other Lagoi who are young like himself because of the incident, though he often tells himself that no one person is the same as another.

His travels have taken him from nearly one end of the land to the other. Interactions with the other races taught him much about how the world was run and who exactly was a part of it. He learned about the ways of the different species, some were welcoming while others were not. The Bellatores, for the many that he'd gone to and helped heal, were rather friendly, very prideful in their craft of weaponry and it was in one of these towns that he obtained his sword and dagger. Both weapons were made for him in return for healing the blacksmiths young daughter from her illness.

He met the Metamorphosi once, a large feline cat, black in color. Zrye was intrigued by her appearance, but she seemed to ignore him completely. His initial impression of the race was that they were haughty and too prideful. However, later on he met a a smaller house cat belonging to a family that he'd stopped by to help with the husbands broken arm that day. The cat was rather playful, and talked -which greatly surprised Zrye at the time-. He learned from the male Metamorphosi that it depended on who it was one would meet. Intrigued and honestly a slight bit confused, Zrye kept that in mind when he set out again.

During his wanderings, he came across an Alchemehr that was severely wounded. After healing her wounds, the tiny twelve inch tall pixie thanked him nearly a million times and offered to make a contract with him in repayment for saving her life. She was green in color and adorable to look at. Her little wings were so soft that he found himself randomly stroking them which seemed to make her very comfortable. He named her Midori, due to the green color of her hair, eyes and clothes.

Zrye, unsure of how such things worked, timidly agreed even though he felt slightly guilty towards having this girl become a 'slave' to him as he understood it at the time. Searching through the little belongings he had, he found a ring that had been given to him in payment for his services many weeks before. The young pixie agreed to making the contract and would use the ring as her vessel for the contract. It wasn't too long after making the contract that she informed him she was not a 'slave' to him in any way, thus settling his deepest concerns and guilt. It was a mutual agreement between them for her to be with him and lend her power to him when he needed it. Zrye was grateful to know that it wasn't as he'd originally thought, and became a little less nervous around her.

Soon, he and Midori grew close. She was the first to be let into his heart, breaking through the iron wall that he surrounds himself with. Having been together for quite a while, Zrye and the pixie know a lot about one another, including each other's pasts. In addition, the little green Alchemehr helped him in the art of cooking, teaching him how to make things, teaching him about bartering and people in general. She too is responsible for his ability in tracking and identifying plants.

Together with his Alchemehr, the Lagoi has traveled to many places, though never staying in one for more than a day or so. Zrye's reputation of healing has proceeded him and though he still wanders, he sometimes gets tracked down by villagers or city folk that he'd serviced before to come back and help once more. Never one to turn down such a request, he often frequents the same cities and towns for a few days, though never staying inside the walls of those places. After a few days, though, Zrye quickly disappears, heading off into the distance either during the night hours or early morning.

There was only one time that he stayed in a village for longer than was normal. Even his Alchemehr was surprised at such a change. Zrye isn't sure what compelled him to stay for so long, but he thinks that perhaps it was the appearance of another Lagoi whom he'd not seen in many years. At this time, he was about 20 years of age. Lingering there was a mistake, he realized later on. A man had asked Zrye to heal his dying wife. Unsure if he could do anything about it, Zrye told the man he would try but not to hope too much. There were, after all, somethings even Zrye couldn't do.

Once he arrived, the young Lagoi realized that there was nothing he could do to help, but did what he could to ease her passing. While he stayed there, he met briefly another Lagoi. This was a woman, and though she had no wings, Zrye could tell she was Lagoi by the feathers that sprouted across her arms, shoulders and neck. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. It was here that the young Lagoi learned that the Bellatore were prone to fighting and were indeed very good at it. When the wife passed into death, the husband -the one who had called to Zrye in the beginning- attacked him. In fury, he drove out Zrye, screaming that he'd promised to heal his wife and instead ignored the dying woman to trail after another.

Zrye, hurt and feeling yet again a sense of betrayal, fled the village. His iron wall rebuilt itself again. Even though he tried to keep the words of the cat Metamorphosi in mind, it is hard to do so especially with such terrible experiences. These experiences seem to follow him, no matter what happens and has considerably colored his trust in anyone.

During one travel, Zrye came across a group of Raconteurs, thought at the time he thought them to be Bellatores because of their physically humanoid appearance being much like the one another. Midori had been sitting on his shoulder, babbling away much like she always did as they passed the group. With no real intention of stopping, Zrye didn't pay much attention to these men, until they called for him to stop. Turning, he let them approach him and Midori. They asked him questions, mostly about the little green pixie who was now hiding behind his ear, tucked into the feathery white hair on his head. A little confused about this sudden display of interest in his Alchemehr, he told them simply what she was.

A grin spread on their faces as they looked to one another. Zrye felt the atmosphere change drastically and backed away from them. Midori urged him to leave, pleading him in such a tone that he'd never heard from her before. Spreading his wings, he attempted to leap into the air. A sharp pain filled his frame as he felt a sudden slash right through one of his beautiful wings. Immediately dropping with Midori screaming in his ear, he watched the men come forward. One ordered him to hand over Midori and live, or die and they would take her anyway.

It was the first time since learning how to use a weapon by his family in Turell that he drew the sword given to him. Midori disappeared into her ring and Zrye found himself lost to anger at such an act by these men. The fight didn't last long as the white winged Lagoi was driven by an indescribable rage that he'd never felt before. Thankfully there weren't many of them to deal with so his use of Midori's power and his weapons was short lived. It took Midori coming out of the ring and clinging to his ear, pleading him to calm down before he came back to his senses. Zrye learned of the Raconteurs, and he found yet another reason to be cold and distant.





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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.

"Zrye..."

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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Character Portrait: Zrye Silvyre Character Portrait: Midori Character Portrait: Aíma Paráfron Character Portrait: Chróma Várdos
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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.