dev 3 - it's scary at midnight

There are dangerous people that lurk the forests. Among them was the appearance of a tribal mask that emerges upon Plinko who was seemingly foraging- of all the things, this tribal mask seems to represent ancient, bizarre designs of unclear origin, and yet.. there's something clearly off about it.

The suffocating energy is undeniable.
Almost draining, sapping energy as it approaches.

The glimmer of azure remains upon its eyes, staring at the magi out in the woods. Here, the figure swiftly approaches.. and it's not too long before the remark is made.

"Little one."

"Did they not tell you."

"That forests at night."

"Are dangerous."

It nears close, closer.. up to the point that the intentions of this figure could be perceived as nothing but hostile. Here, it becomes rather clear that no good intentions may stem from it..

"Where.."

"Are you from?"
(Impulse)

Plinko was just out in the woods foraging trying to make up for the disappointment she caused her superior earlier in the day by gathering whatever ingredients she could for their work. Hearing someone approach her ears would twitch a bit as she swivels on her heels to face them.

Feeling the energy first she pauses, it reminded her of her master.. but instead of being just a social aura it was one made manifest. She would however tilt her head slightly at the person's question.

"Everywhere is dangerous dude.. it's just a matter of time before something happens at least that is how I see it. And I'm a foreigner, but if you are asking where I live now it's in the indentured servitude of an older woman."
(Plinko)

The sapping energy only extended forth. The azure coloration became the glimmer of something that could almost extend towards Plinko, almost as if something that could very well threaten her, and yet.. it does not stretch all the way for now; the tribal mask approaches, closer and closer..

Until the woman tells of her story.

"Is that so? Everywhere is dangerous?"

It's at this point that she could feel the extension of its hand lay upon her features; with the touch, she could feel the strength being drained from her, almost as if it could block out the reason for why she remains magi in the first place - for the circuitry that provides the sustenance of mana.

If there's any natural response to be had..
It's that this creature is a threat.

Beyond that, the voice isn't clearly discernible to be male or female- behind that mask, the distorted voice speaks in tunes that become all too difficult to make clear. Perhaps, the purpose by now should be rather clear.

"Where does."

"The old lady."

"Live?"

It's quaint of this creature to ask. Though, it would seem there's a reason.
(Impulse)

As the man.. woman.. creature? As the creature draws nearer Plinko does her best to avoid physical contact, not wanting to engage whatever this was physically or well.. in any way since the only aura it gave off was a hostile one. It was like dealing with her superior but amplified by much more.

"Mhm, disease, civil unrest, natural disasters, conflict between factions, monsters etc.. anywhere can be dangerous given enough time or bad luck. That's just how life is sometimes.. hard to live in you know?"

She would do her best to put actual distance between herself and this thing now that it had laid a hand upon her. Draining feeling or not, Plinko wasn't big on physical contact unless it was from certain people, the feeling it left behind only strengthened her want for distance.

"I don't know the name of the place, it's that city to the northeast. Though in all honesty.. that place really sucks, the authority is.. annoyingly self righteous in their pursuits and the people are rather.. lackluster and kinda ignorant."
(Plinko)

As the creature listened in, the azure colorations became more vibrant. Of all the places that they could possibly loathe, the woman described exactly the one.. and despite the claim of the lacklustre order and authority, it didn't seem to hold that much care about the apparent issues that she would present.

"You."

"Are Osronan."

This much would already cause the creature to emerge in azure colors, ones that are threatening to spill over in the most menacing ways possible- ones that would no doubt bring about the circumstance of deadly threat emanating from the creature. Here, while the woman tends to avoid the creature..

The azure flow stretches out to her, imbued with attempt..
An attempt at her life.

It's brutal, ruthless- perhaps, she has mere moments to respond, but all the less, it seems to have enraged the creature a lot - so much so that it would be far too difficult- in fact, impossible- to even reason with. Perhaps, the rumors of the witches summoning something terrible was true..

For this creature desired naught but blood.

"You are."

"In our lands."

"Pay. Pay. Pay."

"With blood."

An echoing chant, and already it lunges upon the woman, very much intending to turn this rather.. bloody, to say the least. Of all things, one is certain..

It's scary during midnight.
(Impulse)

There would be blood. For each time that Impulse lunges upon the woman, each time that she finds herself struck by the azure flow of the Energy.. she finds her mana circuits giving out, the targets upon which she could rely to cast her magic, either shut out entirely or prompted ineffective. For all intents and purposes, it's rather difficult to oppose this creature, but..

As difficult as opposition gets..
It's all too ruthless in its nature.

A strike, after strike, after strike.. the crimson colors shed upon the grass below them, and Plinko finds herself weakened significantly in this sudden assault in the forests. It could come about rather sudden, and yet, the masked figure does not relent. For all intents and purposes, it seems..

Almost vile.
Almost too violent in how it saps her energy.

Here, she finds herself be left breathless- for each mana circuit blocked out by precise strike and each crimson droplet that spills from her body makes for circumstances that become fairly difficult for her. Here, under the moonlight.. she finds herself face to face with the monstrosity behind this tribal mask.

Everything seems to grow dark, hazy.. for the damage that impacts her makes the blanket of stars above them on a starry night a singular image, a vision in which she may bask until she could almost feel as if she were to pass out- extremely weakened, she finds herself impacted with a powerful strike from Impulse - one upon which the creature calls out.

"Osronans."

"Are not welcome."

"Leave. Or die."

Perhaps, this time the fate graces her with opportunity to escape. With the welling up crimson on its arms.. it's rather clear that this is the option she should take.

Lest she would become another claimed to the wild.
(Impulse)

The light haired feline would do absolutely anything in the moment to fight for her life. Instinct taking over reason as she did her best to try and fend off her attacker. Ultimately this proved useless for a variety of reasons, mostly due to the fact that Plinko's never seen actual combat or a situation that would warrant anything hostile outside of a social situation.

It was clear the cat was unprepared for anything more threatening than a mindless creature of the wild, so very apparent as the grass around her began to grow more and more crimson with each passing moment.

Her body began to weigh more and more as this dragged on, her breath growing more ragged with each blow and her movements more sluggish. In the end it felt like she was made of iron, barely able to keep herself upright as this creature thrashed her about the forested field.

The last impact against her frame sends her spiraling towards the ground finally, a slight crunch echoing out as she cries out in pain, face planted in the dirt to muffle the anguished noise. She didn't feel like anything was broken.. but in the moment most of her body was feeling numb.. she would have to assess herself later if she made it out.

Hearing the creature's words she would shakily push up from the dirt, on arm reaching over to hold onto anything at all she could use to steady herself.. grasping the edge of a rock as she pushed up fully to her feet. She wasn't about to question the chance to just leave.. as she said herself moments ago...

Sometimes life is just hard to live in, whatever this thing's reasoning to attack her.. it probably didn't matter one way or another.

Taking the chance to leave, she would begin to limp her way back to town. Casting one final glance over her shoulder at the figure as she does, her emerald eyes transmitting what could only be described as a frightened curiosity.. what about would be left unstated.
(Plinko)

The thirst for blood was apparent. For the way that the creature maliciously attacked her.. there's no doubt in the fact that if given a chance, it would cripple her a lot worse than she's already hurt otherwise- the coverage of crimson, of blood all around them, both on her and the entity.. it made for a track of scene where it all happened - the testament, the evidence of such cruelty, of such violence.

And yet..

It is undone. As the ethereal flames that surrounded Impulse had intended to make a lasting impact in her mana circuitry and cause an inevitable sting in her attempts to cause magic - it is something that she would eventually recover from one way or another. Though, for better or worse..

It doesn't look like it's trying to pursue her.
Instead, it turns to the dark of the woods with parting words.

"Tell others. Osronans are not welcome."

"Or else."

"They will suffer. By Impulse."

The Impulse vanishes just as quickly as it arrived- no other word is spoken, no other action is made towards the woman, and she's allowed her retreat. Whether she would speak such warning to others, whether she would speak about the monster roaming the woods.. that is something which remains unknown.

Yet, the hunt continues.
(Impulse)