Between Life and Death RP

Eris stared deep into his eyes for help, for reassurance she would be fine. But in the end, she noted reality, and said, in a sort of bloodthirsty hiss, "You made me this way." She came to herself again, having shaken off Death for that moment, and asked, crying "Did you want to see me suffer? Did you want my splendor to be stripped of me?"

"Death would've killed you if you hadn't Fallen. Please - I'm sorry. I can help you. I'm not going to watch you starve," Ransom pleaded.
 
Mute pulled her hood further over her head, attempting to block her face even more, so that he wouldn't be able to see the saddness that were hidden in her eyes. She sat quietly, she wanted to stay mute but convinced herself otherwise. The only thing she could say was, "He was my best friend.... and the town's blacksmith." She looked down at the sword " This was the last weapon he ever made....." Mute's voice was faint, like a distant echo in the large waterfall cavern.

Jace's mind flashed back, to when he had first affronted her and taken her sword. Christ, he thought. What am I doing, running around and taking a dead man's last sign of life?
Slowly, Jace rubbed her shoulders, like a woman to a cold child. "I'm sorry," he told her, knowing how heavy the past weighed on her. He wasn't sure, though, if he was helping or hurting.
 
(Mk, but it's not the best intro though)

Aurora was walking swiftly through the forest, her heart was beating incredibly fast as she covered her fangs that had grown from a wave of sudden blood lust that she was trying to fight.
Xylo hovered through the forest, using his tireless wings, when he spotted a Fallen ahead. He put his sword on his hilt if needed.
 
Xylos stopped, and landed slowly. He said softly "I know you are Fallen. Do you have malign intentions?" He took a liking to her already, she was beautiful.


Aurora removes her hand and bears her fangs at him "S-stay back" she hisses her warning a bit awkwardly, she found it difficult to speak with the sharp fangs
 
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Jace's mind flashed back, to when he had first affronted her and taken her sword. Christ, he thought. What am I doing, running around and taking a dead man's last sign of life? 
Slowly, Jace rubbed her shoulders, like a woman to a cold child. "I'm sorry," he told her, knowing how heavy the past weighed on her. He wasn't sure, though, if he was helping or hurting. 


"Its not your fault." She shifted uncomfortably when Jace touched her shoulders. "Anyways, this isn't supposed to be a funeral, go and look around the cavern or something." Mute murmured quietly, not really meaning for Jace to go away but just wanted to change the subject. She carefully returned the scimitar sword into the scabbard and placed it on the ground.
 

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