Yvette - A Demon With a Thousand Eyes

18:38] Altira asks, "Douma, if the three humans over there had to pick among themselves a sacrifice, who do you think they'd choose?"
[18:38] Douma says, "... The Beastkin. Their lives are lesser in comparison to the usual humans we see."
[18:39] Altira says, "Crazy. You're so smart."
[18:39] Douma says, "As are you."
[18:39] Douma says, "... You've read far more than I."
[18:40] Vanessa Roz� says, "..."
[18:40] Looked tired and road weary but they'd arrived in time to find Astrid and Nessa. With a little flomp she'd taken a seat beside Astrid and offered a smile as the woman leapt onto them.

As Astrid looked them over they'd appear to be fine! A little dirty but otherwise A-Okay! "Hello Asty.~" She just giggled softly as the woman pressed against her.

Though her attention shifted at the sound from nearby, leaning forwards she'd settle her gaze on the strangers. "No one would be sacrificed cause I'd be killing whatever was putting us at risk." She spoke without reservation, clearly having faith in her own words.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[18:42] Smiled brightly when she saw Yvette and watched Astrid pounce! She giggled and waved happily. "Hi momma Yvette~ Congrats on the bonding~" She said with an adorable expression, a mix of happy and proud.
(Vanessa Roz�)
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[18:44] Past the aura one might expect from a demon, there was something truly off about the weapon on her back. Something... unnatural. Dangerous.

Lethal.

The wolf woman, on the other hand, appeared to be amused. Her elbow nudges the cloaked figure beside her as she smirks.

"Hear that, Douma? We wouldn't even be a warmup for them."
(Altira)
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[18:46] "... Shall I strike one of them down to prove a point?" Came as what had seemed a simple question. Humans which continued to stand out of line, continued to act as they pleased when in the presence of power and strength?

Each would deserve to be cut down, sliced and pulled apart by his blade.

"I'm certain I could do so without much difficulty." One hand which press upon his blade now causing a stir. The many eyes of Tsuchigumo having opened to peer back and look upon those before this weapon.

All the more amused.
(Douma)
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[18:53] Astrid snuggled up close to Yvette and looked over to Nessa, pulling her close "So happy seeing you Yvette sweetheart~"

She then looks across the square "Huh.. not nearly as smart as one would hope..." she mumbled to herself "Nonetheless, there would be no sacrificing indeed." she nods "Noone needs threaten us, so no fights have to happen! Win-win for all involved. You two look like weapons honed for incredible purposes! so why bother being nasty about it? what do you gain from your smugness? do you get better harems when you get back home based on how much of an asshole you are while up here?"

She cants her head "I never understood the purpose.. really. No insult or anything meant to your powerful and obviously badass selves.. just.. I never got why demons had to all be cunts about it?"

She looks legitimately confused and wonders "You could be so amazing.. you are both incredibly cool looking, You ma'am are hot as hell, you sir are incredibly handsome.. you clearly can fight.. you have everything. but then, you have to just be.. mean? for no reason."
(Astrid Eldergrove)
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[18:58] Yvette Eldergrove whispers: Don't worry Asty, I'll take care of it.
[18:58] Proteus whispers something.
[18:59] Sina says, "..."
[18:59] Proteus says, "OCCULT MAGIGGG"
[18:59] Proteus says, "omit"
[19:00] Yvette's gaze had been settled upon the two demons, a level glare that bespoke one used to violence. Her digits curled for a moment as her fists morphed into fists. Watching as they looked to there weapons.

Then they looked over towards Astrid, was she trying to insult them or compliment them. There was a pause as Yvette listened to them. Then with a little smile she shook her head.

"Astrid... You talk to much when you're nervous." It was a simply truth, the woman was going over board to avoid a fight in the middle of the city.

There was a few moments as she looked at the woman, leaning over she whispered a few words quietly. Then she turned back to the demons.

"Are you wanting a fight or are you simply wanting to talk? If it's the first I'll oblige, if it's the second I've little desire to listen."
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[19:04] "Nah, there's no need to-" Up until Astrid had decided to run her mouth, there hadn't been a need for Douma to do anything. She'd merely been joking around in the first place though now clearly the woman was slightly agitated.

"Bigger harems? Fuck no. Hunting humans isn't exactly hard- especially not somewhere like this." She snaps her fingers and points a claw in the direction of Astrid. Straight to the point.

"Beat her ass, Douma. You don't need to kill her, though. I'm feeling nice today. Just knock her out or some shit."
(Altira)
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[19:05] Humans had ever been foolish.

"... Ever so annoying." Had spoke a monster as the hooded demon pull back that fabric. For a moment they could see but a single pair of eyes, followed by one after the other with each seething with hatred. Lesser abominations which believed themselves capable of speaking in such a manner towards Wolves.

Cold and sickening was one such presence, burning and spilling outwards with that same violent sensation of corruption.

"You would dare speak to a Wolf in a manner you know not. You would believe yourself superior when you are naught more than a lesser before the might of demons." Corrupted Stardust burn around the blade of this weapon, no moon to light its glow but still it shimmer with that burning starlight.

"... Come be struck down and feasted upon by my blade." The weapon still not drawn, the flesh slithering and bending beneath this weapon all the more anxious.

The more excited.

"So I may put yet another worthless human in their place."
(Douma)
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[19:09] Vanessa Roz� says, "Uhmm.."
[19:11] Ast looks to Yvette and shut her big mouth, knowing that she had overstepped. Luckily Yvette was here to tell her when her nervous and OVERLY large mouth was running off to fast.. THough fast is what she did best.. she instead just held Nessa close, looking over. She then spied Atlas and smiles "Oh Atlas! well hello there big guy.. come uh.. have a seat"

She then looked nervously to the demon then to Yvette, patting her leg once
(Astrid Eldergrove)
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[19:11] Astrid Eldergrove whispers: Good luck Yetty darling.. and Hi atlas.
[19:11] Atlas Daromir whispers: what have you gotten yourselves into?
[19:11] He had been resting behind the tree for quite some time now --occasionally peeking in to see what exactly they were talking about.

Nothing said really caught his interest, but, as things soon escalated into conflict, he'd turn to watch the scene curiously.
"Mm, looks like things -do- get interesting from time to time..."
(Berkas)
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[19:12] Astrid Eldergrove whispers: I ran my fat mouth..
[19:12] Atlas Daromir whispers: Yvette be careful, that stance is familiar, and very dangerous
[19:13] Altira points two fingerguns at Berkas. "Everything's more interesting with me around."

Douma was acting according to her will, after all. She expected things to be over with quickly.
(Altira)
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[19:14] Clung to Astrid, just staying quiet and watching the insanity unfold in front of her. She wondered where Gaelen was, he should be back soon, her thoughts then going to Yvette and how she was going to fight this freak of nature with a stick up his butt.
(Vanessa Roz�)
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[19:16] So it began.

The diminutive woman brought a hand up to place it up Astrid's chest, making sure she stayed on the bench and out of the way. Standing from her seat the snow about her began to flurry in a cyclone about her form.

"You bastards sure are cocky. We'll just have to see if I can't teach you some respect." As she spoke she slid her fists into pockets, slowly pulling them out to reveal spiked knuckle-dusters, basic things one would see bought from a weapons dealer in Sudsbury.

As she spoke she'd look around the area, it seemed to be a crowded place but... It would have to do. A flush of occultism rolled off the woman, corrupting the winds that swirled around her form. As she leaned forwards, fists brought to bear she'd half-whisper something. "Freaking spiders." Though, whether she was saying that to herself or to the demon across from her wasn't clear. Maybe she just didn't like bugs.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[19:19]
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[19:19] Sina whispers something.
[19:19] Proteus whispers something.
[19:19] Sina whispers something.
[19:19] Proteus whispers something.
[19:21] Sina whispers: Come here, my dear.
[19:22] Sina says, "Come here."
[19:22] Proteus says, "I am here."
[19:22] Sina says, "Come."
[19:22] Proteus says, "Come closer."
[19:22] Proteus says, "Come."
[19:22] Sina asks, "Hm?"
[19:23] Proteus asks, "What'd you want?"
[19:23] Proteus whispers something.
[19:23] Sina whispers something.
[19:23] Proteus says, "Ooh."
[19:23] Proteus says, "Lead the way."
[19:28] Darkness coil around this monster.

Corruption burn around the blade of this demon.

Just as soon as such a weapon had been pulled free from their scabbard would the unsightly appearance shake all. Sickening was a wall of flesh, covered and spotted with the eyes of others that seemed to ever dance around this battlefield.

Even so much as a single swing enough to send shockwaves across this square as this monster struck. The air being cleaved to the side as this woman suffer that same consequence, Artellyan Steel burning against the flesh of this human as that putrid blade so move.

"Weak."

Would call this demon as the sounds of cracking bones echoed against each blunt strike. Where she could push and push, no matter how hard she struck this monster? His wounds would always heal, his breath would always steady back into that usual wave of calm.

Demons were not as fragile a creature as humans.

"... Spineless."

He called once more as a single strike would knock this woman into the ground. The pommel of this weapon slamming downwards, dropping Yvette into the cold snow.

His boot positioned upon her neck, all the more ready to push.

"... Your antics have hungered my blade. Mayhaps I can assure Tsuchigumo does not feast upon your eye."

One long pause.

"Should you beg to Lady Altira for forgiveness."
(Douma)
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[19:29] Atlas Daromir whispers something.
[19:36] Astrid Eldergrove whispers something.
[19:37] Atlas Daromir whispers something.
[19:39] The blade wasn't anything like she'd ever seen before, in truth it was a monstrous mockery of what steel should be in her eyes.

What was worse was the demon who wielded it. Unlike so many others of it's kind she'd fought this one was in a different league.

"No!"

There wasn't any reason her blows, her shrieks, shouldn't crush the demon's form into a smear within the snow. Yet, it was like fighting a forest. Each strike at the outer edges only gave light to the worse things within.

Every moment in the fight as it turned against her, stoke a rage which she couldn't hope to quell it was as if she was being tested. Tested to see if she was strong enough.

That's when she felt the blunt strike of a pommel, it was enough to knock the wind out of her lungs and cast her into the snow. She was only dazed for a few moments but it was enough to end the struggle.

A boot pressed into her neck,though not yet through it. The woman's sienna hues looked first to Douma and then shifted towards who they assumed Altira was.

After a moment she finally looked back to the demon who'd bested her. Beg? Beg to be spared some morsel of kindness from this demon? No, it was far to human and those humans she'd begged upon these streets for years had, had no kindness to give. This one would be no different.

"I beg for nothing." The words left her lips with a harsh edge.

(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[19:39] Vanessa Roz� whispers something.
[19:43] Astrid stands up "But I am not above begging!"

she pets Nanessa's cheek, kisses her forhead, pats Atlas' shoulder then steps to the demon. She bows her head once then steps to the demoness who gave the order. she drops to her knees and prostrates herself, forehead in the snow, her hair splaying out around her "Please Lady Althira. Forgive me my running mouth, and please forgive my partner in life for fising to defend my honor.. I care for her deeply and I meant no insult. I merely was terrigfied of your Awesome presence. Please spare Myself and my family for my words that insulted you so!" she remains prostrate, not trembling one bit.. This was not a show of fear, but a show more of respect.
(Astrid Eldergrove)
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[19:46] Sure enough, the fight's over in the blink of several eyes. Altira plants a hand atop Kalm's head to idly pet him while Douma does what he needs to do, still as amused as ever. She didn't really care about begging at the point.

It was just funny to see them fall so hard after everything that'd been said.

She raises a brow when Astrid closes in and offers a rather embarrassing yet humble apology. Rising to her feet, she brings her hands together. "Ah, well... I don't really give a fuck so whatever. I'm bored. Douma, let's go."
(Altira)
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[19:47] Altira says, "Consider yourselves spared or whatever."
[19:48] Flesh would soon move.

Such a woman could see this blade convulsing and extending towards a single eye which beckoned their call. The gaze of a monsters blade which had known only consumption. For a single moment that flesh would touch upon her eye, threatening to push deeper.

Until such a woman behind had spoke.

Just as Altira had called this demon back would his blade snap back to attention. The many eyes upon such a weapon each closing in unison, silent once more as it no longer bleed that sickening occultism. Where he stood as a beacon of power, the woman behind him was the pinnacle.

"... Very well." Spoke this demon with his boot removed from her neck. The blade sheathed and stardust fading around their weapon.

Moving to return to the side of Altira.
(Douma)
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[19:50] Spotted Gaelen, she had tears in her eyes and looked rather frightened at what was happening. "Gaelen.." she said softly, happy to see him. But she looked over to her mothers and what was going on again.
(Vanessa Roz�)
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[19:51] Ast rises and nods, water running down her face and a little blood from her forehead having hit a rock when she slapped it into the snow. "Thank you Lady Altira." she nods, the woman balling her fists.. it clearly hurt her greatly yo have taken such a huge hit to her pride.. but there were worse things than reduced honor.

She steps to Yvette and starts helping Yvette up without a further word.
(Astrid Eldergrove)
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[19:53] . . .

Was this her hand atop of his head? As much as the Beoulve wanted to ignore it, he refused to allow this without sharing his fair amount of complaints. Did he even know this person? I mean, true as it may be that they exchanged a few words in the past..

This was still uncalled for.

"Tha' hell ya' touchin' me for, fake horns..!"

Kalm definitely noticed the surrounding individuals sacrificing their pride to respect this woman.. It was truly a sad sight to see. He could only assume that this 'Altira' woman was someone with a high position..

The Beoulve did not care in the slightest.. That's just who he was.

"Ya' might can do that to someone else and get away with it but not me, nah'. I'ma' talk!"

Golden hues moved over towards Douma.

"Don't even think about sickin' ya' toy soldier at me, yea'?"
(Kalm Beoulve)
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[19:56] His angry reacted got little more than a laugh out of the woman. Was it disrespectful? Of course it was. One could expect no less from someone like her. "I do what I fucking want. If you've an issue with it, I'll probably return later."

A set of clawed fingers wiggle in a wave as she starts moving off to depart from the scene.

"Have fun with this mess in the meantime."
(Altira)
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[19:57] A singular rust-hued orb followed the movements of that sickening blade. A the blade shifted and crackled, seeking something to take.

The begging of Astrid and the dismissal of Altira only echoed in the background for the woman. It was just sounds as the sight of the blade was what concerned her.

The bleeding of Occultism left her feeling nauseous the effects of the literal beating not helping much either. It was only after the blade was pulled away and sheathed that she'd blink.

The boot lifting from her throat the woman went to stand. Hearing Kalm's shouting though brought a look of surprise to her, looking over as the man shouted at the demons.

She'd bring a hand up to rub her neck as she watched for a moment. She'd not been strong enough, again. Something had been re-enforced for her at-least. Attar had been right.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[19:58] After returning from his fight with that Ice giant he seemed bloodied and battered. However he shows no sign of pain or major wounds. The young man walks over to Nessa and takes a seat. He felt her fear and wrapped his arm around her. Pressing his head against hers.

"Whats up? --You alright love?" He asked knowing that wasn't the case. The black spot beneath his feet seemed to grow in size. Like it was protecting them. It was much like a shadow however it seemed really dark. More so than the most.

Gaelan had no idea what happened... when he happens to head off to fight some massive beast she happens to get troubled. He didn't like to see her like that even if it was light.
(Gaelan Fenrir)
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