Lies and Deceit - A Fantasy RP

[Nariah01]

Eva felt someone watching her. She looked up

Sierra saw his hurt disappear, fade away like the morning fog. She smiled as he hugged his sister, seeing past their clear physical differences. What she didn't expect was a hug for her. She instinctively hugged him back, but inside, she fought a war. She shouldn't be embracing the man who had made her kneel down to him. He was the man who had seen her tears. But he had also saved them, and was thanking her now, and had spared her earlier. She hugged him with a smile, her good side winning over the negative, perhaps more justified, negative side. She offered softly, not quite sure if she should propose it or not "Tory and I are going to make a new hat for her doll by the stream if you want to come. And if Tory wants that."

Casimir pulled back from both and looked down at Tory, he wanted to be a part of all of it. He had missed so much of her life and he didn't want to miss anymore. "I would like to come, if you both will have me. And I can look at that wing if you like? I have gotten pretty good and patching up wounds over the last few years." He told her with a charming smile. His old self breaking through now that he was lifted of all the hate and sadness.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Casimir pulled back from both and looked down at Tory, he wanted to be a part of all of it. He had missed so much of her life and he didn't want to miss anymore. "I would like to come, if you both will have me. And I can look at that wing if you like? I have gotten pretty good and patching up wounds over the last few years." He told her with a charming smile. His old self breaking through now that he was lifted of all the hate and sadness.

Sierra asked Tory softly, but in a manner that let her decide what she wanted to do, “Do you want him to come too?” before looking up at him, not sure if she trusted him. After a few seconds of contemplating, and at looking at his charming smile, she offered somewhat nervously “You can take a look at it.” She studied his face for any signs of malignity as she extended her wing slowly and meekly towards him so he could see it.

 

[Rubysword]

Eva felt someone watching her. She looked up

Sierra saw his hurt disappear, fade away like the morning fog. She smiled as he hugged his sister, seeing past their clear physical differences. What she didn't expect was a hug for her. She instinctively hugged him back, but inside, she fought a war. She shouldn't be embracing the man who had made her kneel down to him. He was the man who had seen her tears. But he had also saved them, and was thanking her now, and had spared her earlier. She hugged him with a smile, her good side winning over the negative, perhaps more justified, negative side. She offered softly, not quite sure if she should propose it or not "Tory and I are going to make a new hat for her doll by the stream if you want to come. And if Tory wants that."

Casimir pulled back from both and looked down at Tory, he wanted to be a part of all of it. He had missed so much of her life and he didn't want to miss anymore. "I would like to come, if you both will have me. And I can look at that wing if you like? I have gotten pretty good and patching up wounds over the last few years." He told her with a charming smile. His old self breaking through now that he was lifted of all the hate and sadness.

Sierra asked Tory softly, but in a manner that let her decide what she wanted to do, “Do you want him to come too?” before looking up at him, not sure if she trusted him. After a few seconds of contemplating, and at looking at his charming smile, she offered somewhat nervously “You can take a look at it.” She studied his face for any signs of malignity as she extended her wing slowly and meekly towards him so he could see it.

Tory smiled as both of them were happy again. "Sure!" she said.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(@Rubysword @RiverStorm) Horius spied the girl. A hundred yards away. Medium-length brown hair. Rather lean. Gun's on safety. He was a machine when he hunted. He approached, staying low as he neared, closing the distance between the two, not making a noise, avoiding all twigs and dry leaves. Soon, he was no more than twenty yards away. He saw his prey, innocent, quiet, oblivious. There was no guilt in his heart as he pulled out his knives and became completely invisible. She deserved all the pain he would unleash on her. She was an ignorant human, the muck of the earth. Always jealous of those that could possibly be better than them. Those fools believed they could do everything. But they could not possibly survive the storm that raged in his heart. Yet he had carried his yoke every day, never complaining, a prisoner to his past. His mother's screams echoed in the forest. His father's bloodied hands grew out from the trees. Horius crunched together his teeth, grinding them as he unleashed one of the knives from his hands, landing it in her leg, before throwing the second one, which pierced her shoulder.

Fools would've smiled. Bloodthirsty villains might have. But he didn't enjoy killing. It was simply the yoke he carried, a revenge tale for the blood of his mother. He carried that burden silently, without disobeying. And he had perfected the task. No one on the planet did it better than him. And he hated himself for that.

He uncloaked himself and walked towards Eva, who was whimpering with unbelievable amounts of pain, sobbing in the wake of his knives. He saw the look on her face as she saw who it was, the one who killed off hordes of the humans with no remorse, with no resistance. The look of doom settled in on it. She gripped her gun, before he shot her hand, then let another bullet fly at her side. HE approached. Slowly. Before he shot forward and seized both knives from her bloody body. Eva responded with cries of unspeakable pain. He stared at the bloody woman before him, bowing his head silently, acknowledging her pain. He muttered, knowing she was in too much pain to possibly reply "Can you carry that pain? Every day, without halt? Can you endure the cuts and scrapes I do everyday?", referring to his own hurt that he experienced and suffered every day. He left her there, to endure her pain slowly, her body to be found by the wolves, the cursed scavengers of the forest.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(I'll be back in a bit)

 

[RiverStorm]

(@Rubysword @RiverStorm) Horius spied the girl. A hundred yards away. Medium-length brown hair. Rather lean. Gun's on safety. He was a machine when he hunted. He approached, staying low as he neared, closing the distance between the two, not making a noise, avoiding all twigs and dry leaves. Soon, he was no more than twenty yards away. He saw his prey, innocent, quiet, oblivious. There was no guilt in his heart as he pulled out his knives and became completely invisible. She deserved all the pain he would unleash on her. She was an ignorant human, the muck of the earth. Always jealous of those that could possibly be better than them. Those fools believed they could do everything. But they could not possibly survive the storm that raged in his heart. Yet he had carried his yoke every day, never complaining, a prisoner to his past. His mother's screams echoed in the forest. His father's bloodied hands grew out from the trees. Horius crunched together his teeth, grinding them as he unleashed one of the knives from his hands, landing it in her leg, before throwing the second one, which pierced her shoulder.

Fools would've smiled. Bloodthirsty villains might have. But he didn't enjoy killing. It was simply the yoke he carried, a revenge tale for the blood of his mother. He carried that burden silently, without disobeying. And he had perfected the task. No one on the planet did it better than him. And he hated himself for that.

He uncloaked himself and walked towards Eva, who was whimpering with unbelievable amounts of pain, sobbing in the wake of his knives. He saw the look on her face as she saw who it was, the one who killed off hordes of the humans with no remorse, with no resistance. The look of doom settled in on it. She gripped her gun, before he shot her hand, then let another bullet fly at her side. HE approached. Slowly. Before he shot forward and seized both knives from her bloody body. Eva responded with cries of unspeakable pain. He stared at the bloody woman before him, bowing his head silently, acknowledging her pain. He muttered, knowing she was in too much pain to possibly reply "Can you carry that pain? Every day, without halt? Can you endure the cuts and scrapes I do everyday?", referring to his own hurt that he experienced and suffered every day. He left her there, to endure her pain slowly, her body to be found by the wolves, the cursed scavengers of the forest.

Lucas walked through the forest alone, hunting. The leaves rustled, birds chirped, but amidst the sounds of the forest, were whimpers and sobs. The whimpers were filled with terror and pain, utterly pathetic.
He stalked forward, unsure of what lay ahead. But he kept going, in case the whimpers were of one of his friends, or sister, who had been attacked.
He positioned himself in a shadow as to not be seen, then he studied what was causing the whimpers.
Laying on the ground before him, was a girl, around his age. But it was no Aves, it was a human. He shivered. Blood spurted from her hand, side, leg, and shoulder. She would be dead soon. Mere food for the scavengers like vultures and wolves. He studied her, but didn`t see a blood thirsty killer, only a helpless girl. Perhaps it was because she was lying on the ground bleeding to death herself, but he wouldn`t let someone die.
He left the shadows and kneeled down beside her, and tipped he face to look at him gently. "What has happened..." Lucas whispered to himself, horror on his face.
If he was going to help her- if she let him- he would have to take her back to the new cabin, but the others would never allow a human to even set foot inside the cabin.
She would have to be an Ave if she was to live.

 

[Cyprus]

Hector laughed. "Not that used to talking with-- um-- women." he said, blushing deeper.

"I understand," Persepolis replied with a smile. "I guess you could consider this practice then." She flicked her eyes away, feeling embarrassed that she had just said that.

 

[RiverStorm]

Persepolis heard the gunshots and shot up faster than she had ever moved in her life.
Her wings flared and she beat them rapidly to lift herself off the ground, trying to see where they were coming from. She had her bow unslung and loaded in a heartbeat.
"I can't see a darned thing," she growled in a low voice, frustrated.
She landed, deciding that if she couldn't see where the commotion was coming from that she would stay put.

(Horius`s pistol is silenced, she wouldn`t have heard it.)

 

[Cyprus]

(Horius`s pistol is silenced, she wouldn`t have heard it.)

(I'll Delete it then)

 

[Cyprus]

(I'll Delete it then)

(If only Horius wasn't so OP. And no gun is completely silent.)