Judith

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| ☠️ |  Discussing what they were to do next was a typical event surrounding the campfire, with some of the conversation littered in the quips and non serious remarks of his companions. One was missing, the newest addition, seemingly to allow them their privacy, and placing herself away from the camp. Eizen does take note of this, always peeking out of the corner of an eye to keep it on her. Still, she has done little which could be perceived as an act out amongst them, and had only helped the team in what ways she could. The Abbey had their ways, however, and he was always on guard, prepared for her to no longer be on their side. 

Preparing for the worst was what he did best, having little choice, especially with his curse hanging over his, and all of their heads. 

As the discussion finally dwindles down to a close, Eizen excuses himself, quick to get to his feet and abandon the campfire before Magilou can drag him into whatever strange shenanigans were sure to come to be. 

He knew he should probably rest up for tomorrow, but he was a light sleeper at best, and a stroll around would allow for him to gather his thoughts, and keep a watch around the campsite. 

It takes little time before he finds himself coming into contact with the newest addition to their motley crew. He observes her from a distance, watching her prowess with a spear, and the strength in which she takes it to her untimely opponent of a crag. 

Impressive, at least to an extent, but he has no means or reason to getting involved with her, looking to pass by, footsteps light, and movements evasive. It is to the earth malak’s surprise however, when she turns in his direction, words spoken to him, drawing him to stop. 

There was definitely something different about her, unhuman, in more than that she was not meant to be here. Her presence reflected so, as did her appearance. He knew of few who would have been able to detect his presence, yet alone hear footsteps meant to make scarce a sound. Her kind must be one of only her own world, for he had never seen or knew of anyone like her. 

Eizen offers the bare minimum of a nod, brushing past her, to seat himself against a crag she had yet to demolish. 

“Aye, if that is what you wish to refer to it as.” 

His hand slips into his pocket, fingers slipping around and finding his coin and vessel from where it rests easily. He clutches it between his finger and his thumb, flipping it and catching it all in one quick motion. 

“And you are busy…” A blond brow arches, his gaze finding her own, somewhat curious to perhaps understand her reasonings, although he already knew what she was up to. 

“With a late night training session?”

Had it been any other person, the earth malak’s presence would have most likely have gone unnoticed. However, her heightened Krityan senses and transmundane acuteness significantly attributed towards her awareness.

Even amongst her kind, she was… different.

Her time with the Entelexeia and her bond with Ba’ul had augmented her abilities substantially. Judith had gained the ability to feel ‘sentiments’ left behind and was greatly attuned with the spiritual world, in all its shapes and forms. At times, she could even pick up on an individual’s emotions, making it easier to discern whether or not someone was lying or trying to conceal something. 

More often than not, she picks up on auras. Everyone had their own distinctive aura. Like his element, Eizen’s spiritual semblance was earthy and unyielding. Heavy and bound… yet airy and untethered all the same. An assemblage of contradictions… much like herself.

His nonchalant response prompted a ghost of a smile as her gaze trails after his form situated just a few feet away. Amethyst coloured hues hones in on the golden coin within his grasp, mildly interested as to which side presented itself - however, she made no effort to examine.

“I’m a rather light sleeper myself so, I take up guard duty and do a bit of training in between. Its part of my nightly routines - I’m a creature of habit.” Only partially true. The dragon rider suffered from insomnia and very rarely got a full night’s rest. Soundless slumber evades her, vivid nightmares plague her.

~~A pretty night with overflowing red staining liquid.~~

Vicious golden marbles opened up, gazing with the slit eye of a cat– narrowing the focus only on the victim that was right in front of her, the same one that had interrupted her dinner, her meal. 

Red, sanguine fluid decorated her black coat and perfectly built-for-fighting body, unnoticed due to the lack of natural or artificial light, Velvet would finish gulping down whatever she was eating as an extremely awkward and disgusting sound would fill the relaxing atmosphere. The sound of bones and flesh being crushed and squashed deafened the cricket’s songs and, with no Jiminy to stop her malicious acts, Velvet thoroughly devoured the body of the hunted beast. 

A red claw disappeared in mid air, as she slowly got up, retreating from her ducking down position only to stare at the person– she wouldn’t eat her… well, at least not for now.

As Velvet was self-indulging into her food, the girl managed to sneak on her without her noticing, but as bold as Velvet was, she wouldn’t let her have control of the situation.

“Well.” 

Said, with her face still stained red and partially covered by darkness.

“A hunter never  lets its prey know it’s there, right?”

Of course, every word was said with the same inch of intention any person would get– a complete threat. 

Her left arm, covered in bandages, was dripping blood as she had finished devouring the sorrowful remains of the creatures as the odor of death filled the place. 

Amethyst orbs clash against golden hues as they fixate their gazes upon each other. Though hostility seeps from the daemon’s lips, and her threat not to be taken lightly, the Krityan’s never faltered. Gore was nothing new to the warrioress after all. Judith had seen more than her fair share of bloodshed... and she herself was certainly no saint.

“Ah, you were feeding. I apologize for interrupting your... meal.” A perturbing sight, to be sure. Even so, the Krityan’s composure remained unwavering.

Though they hadn’t been traveling together for long, Judith was well aware of her companion’s appetites and singularities and wasn’t particularly weary nor rattled - Velvet was a daemon afterall. It was in her nature and she could not fault her for that, especially given everything that had transpired.