Between Life and Death RP

[HoodedHuntress]

Eris let the fawn go, and continued in the seren forest, carefree, unknowing of Ransom's presence.

 

[QuackSpeak]

Eris let the fawn go, and continued in the seren forest, carefree, unknowing of Ransom's presence.

Ransom slowly touched down, his feet hitting the ground lightly. He tucked his wings back and began to search for the Guardian.
There - he saw her, tending to a baby deer. Ransom narrowed his eyes, watching as she let it go. The small animal bounded into the forest, leaving the Guardian behind.
That's when he struck.

 

[ChickenMama6RIR]

(Ok) "Thank you. You know I am only kind to you. I've never been nine, apperantly you have brought out the good in me." Pryrus blushed as he continued to stare into her blazing purple eyes.~

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Name: Jace
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Fallen
History: Jace fell a long time ago, when he was only seven years old. The memory still hurts him, but Falling so young has helped him a lot. Because of his sweet, seven year old way of thinking, time and stubbornness let Jace be able to mostly resist the urge to kill. Now, when he has to eat, he kills animals. Occasionally, he slips up and kills a human or Guardian, but those incidents are few and far between.
Personality: Easygoing, stubborn, forceful
Appearance: Bright blue eyes, brown hair
Weapon(s): Anything
Relationship: RPing with Mute
Username: QuackSpeak
Other: Nope

Eris cried out as she was hit by a Fallen, slammed against the ground. She didn't like doing it, but she would have to fight. She pulled out her silver knife, and brought it into the back of the Fallen.

 

[CP Chicken]

Jace struggled to unpin his shirt from the ground, spitting curses after the woman. 
As soon he was free, he sprinted after her, figuring to get the sword before she did. 

Mute jumped towards her sword, and she knelt on the ground to retrieve her weapon. Once she had her sword, she ran at the fallen angel, and used her scimitar sword as she attempted to attack him with pure anger.

 

[QuackSpeak]

Eris cried out as she was hit by a Fallen, slammed against the ground. She didn't like doing it, but she would have to fight. She pulled out her silver knife, and brought it into the back of the Fallen.

Ransom hissed as the knife tore through his flesh. He writhed on the ground, refusing to make a sound, refusing to give his enemy that satisfaction.
He crawled away from the Guardian. The scent of her blood brought out his fangs.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Ok) "Thank you. You know I am only kind to you. I've never been nine, apperantly you have brought out the good in me." Pryrus blushed as he continued to stare into her blazing purple eyes.~

Claire blushed, as she continued staring into his eyes, her purples eyes filling in with some shades of dark pink. Her eyes became small galaxies of wonder, all expressing her emotions, and he was her witness. She desired to kiss him, but her human side kept her back. But she wasn't human anymore was she?

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Ransom hissed as the knife tore through his flesh. He writhed on the ground, refusing to make a sound, refusing to give his enemy that satisfaction. 
He crawled away from the Guardian. The scent of her blood brought out his fangs. 

Eris whispered a genuine "I'm sorry.", as she took off into the air, to try to get away from Ransom.

 

[QuackSpeak]

Mute jumped towards her sword, and she knelt on the ground to retrieve her weapon. Once she had her sword, she ran at the fallen angel, and used her scimitar sword as she attempted to attack him with pure anger.

Jace dodged her attack, his lips lifted in a smirk. She was making it very difficult to not kill her. He tackled her again, and tried to grab at her sword, and disarm her. He wouldn't kill her, but would she?

 

[QuackSpeak]

Eris whispered a genuine "I'm sorry.", as she took off into the air, to try to get away from Ransom.

Ransom lay there, blood trickling from his wound. He didn't care if she flew away or not. She was too kind to kill him, and he was too hurt to kill her.
He bit his lip at the pain that jabbed through him like a dozen white-hot knives. He closed his eyes.