#hemoplagued

"Tick tock the hour approaches..."

They will tear Vladimir's long hair from my cold, dead hands. ✧ ━━ A Gift For @hemoplagued ♥

“….”

Feeling the presence of another, Akio's nose crinkled slightly at the rather strange smell of blood. Part of him hated his minor magic sense but nevertheless, Akio moved his hands up in a mock surrender gesture. "Easy there partner, Birdie is strong to care for himself. I just make sure to get the attention off of him when we fight together. So he is in good hands."

Something about this person was familiar, the smell of blood magic was there, but he couldn't pinpoint it yet. And he knew better than to ask.

Fuck. Not now.

Claws dug into the tree the werewolf was leaning against, a moan escaping his lips as the painful transformation began, snout shortening into human nose and mouth, fuzzy ears reverting back to their normal elven. Through the haze of pain, Erik couldn’t keep track of the person he’d smelled right before his transformation, and panic washed over him at the thought of being this vulnerable while someone was approaching.

Soon enough, the pain lessened, and harsh winter wind made the hair on his naked human flesh stand on end. He shivered, regretting the warm and protective armor he’d left back in the cave he had first transformed in. He hadn’t expected to turn back so quickly, thinking he could find a bandit to feast upon on his hunt. He shouldn’t have been this reckless.

He turned his head, hearing footsteps on the snow, and another shiver run down his spine, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. He could see now the person he had smelled prior to his transformation.

A Vigilant of Stendarr.

Nose crinkled at the smell of the silver weapon the man carried, and he already felt a headache starting in the back of his skull. The weapon hadn’t even cut his flesh yet. If it would, there were high chances he wouldn’t survive the fight, especially as naked and weaponless as he was at the moment. And even if he’d somehow manage to overpower the man and kill him, it’d only be the start of his troubles. The Vigilants would be then after him, and the fuckers were as determined and resilient as the most stubborn wolf. They wouldn’t stop until they’d make a pelt out of his beast form.

And so Erik raised his arms, palms out in a peaceful gesture.

Oh thank the divines. She had been doubtful of the chances of finding anyone that wasn't a bandit or other hostile party out here, and more doubtful of anyone fitting that description also being an alchemist. Luck, it would seem, was on her side today. She seemed quite happy with the man's answer, as she quickly started speaking again.

"Well, food would be wonderful if you have any to spare. I've got more than just feathers as well!" She explained, quickly swinging her bag around so she could reach in and check what she had.

"Let's see... Imp Stool, Blisterwort, Slaughterfish Scales... Nightshade and dragon's tongue." She listed off as she rifled through the contents of the pouch. "I've got more but they're mostly common ingredients."

Normally Valin would stay as far away from any sign of a camp- abandoned or otherwise- as physically possible. But there was an abnormally large sabre cat chasing after you sacrifices had to be made. In this case the camp itself was the sacrifice as both of them launched themselves over the small stone wall surrounded in the area and tore through the more live in spaces. The woman herself skidding across the ground next to a still burning fire so that she could slow down long enough to spin herself around and kick hot ash and ember’s into the animal’s face. It was nowhere near enough to stop it for good, but the howls of pain were enough of a distraction that she could kneel down and get her dagger from its sheath in her boot. 

The sabre cat managed to shake off the last of the embers about the time she stood back up, her free arm coming up to protect herself as she took a few steps back, preparing herself for it to lunge at her, its long teeth sinking into the padded leather of her bracer. That’s when the dagger in her hand plunged itself into the thing’s neck, Ebony blade sinking in nearly to the handle before she ripped into its neck, slicing over half of it open by the time both of them hit the ground.

After freeing her arm from its mouth and the knife from its body, Valin gave it one more quick stab in the chest to make sure it was dead. Once she had pulled the blade free again she wiped it off on her armor and returned the still bloody blade back to its place in her boot. Either completely oblivious or- more likely- uncaring of the fact that someone else might be in the camp with her.

          “She should leave you alone now, yes.” he murmurs, sheathing his bow. “I suppose you don’t like when people know who you are as well, given your reaction. Though I can’t imagine why on your end.”