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Mos was known for her Quesselatos, which was known for being able to track down nearly anything. Escaped convicts, treasure, hide and seek games..you name it. She was also known for riding blind, and while she was not blind, she wore a red lined cloth covering her peepers. She was known to be an excellent spear wielder as well. Currently, she sat, seemingly alone by a leafy tower, cloth draped over her peepers as usual. She wasn’t sleeping however, she was rather alert, just still at the moment, with the occasional movement or two. Her companion was no where in sight, at the moment.
Currently, she rested in a clearing against a leafy tower. The clearing was surrounded by trees and thick brush.
Black wings beat against the dark sky. The form swooped low over the earth. Red peepers glowed, scanning the world below. The scent of carrion caught the beast's attention. It was a rather strange thing, having the body of what appeared to be a giant wolf, but a pair of raven wings were attached to its back, head a cross of a wolf and raven, all four groundhands ending in government spy drone-like toes followed by vicious claws.
It tipped a black wing, flying even lower. The creature caught sight of a rotting carcass near what appeared to be a forest. It soon landed, back groundhands followed by the front. The strange thing padded over, starting to pick the leftovers apart.
The creature's tail slowly swayed back and forth. It paused for a moment, a hunk of flesh in its fanged beak. The thing's peepers narrowed, observing its surroundings for several moments, then seemingly shrugged to itself.
There was no immediate danger, besides, it was usually avoided due to what it was. Yet it was never bothered by lack of attention.
A young girl jumped from leafy tower branch to leafy tower branch trying to find her way out of the never-ending forest. Her pale blue peepers searched the area looking for non-animal life. She ran a hand through her elbow length white, black and copper colored hair. Finally, she jumped to a leafy tower which had beautifully ripe apples, and she picked one, sinking her sharp mouthstones into it afterward, letting the juice of it swarm her taste buds. She carefully jumped down to the ground, landing on her groundhands. She slightly wobbled and almost lost her balance.
After recovering she pressed a hand to her heart and drew in a deep breath with her peepers closed. She took in the sounds of the forest as she reopened her peepers, the rustling leaves in the wind, the quiet babbling from the river, the cooing and chirping of the government spy drones, the padding of paws against the forest floor, the scutter of claws on the trees, the knocking the woodpeckers made against the wood. All was peaceful, calm, and bonita. Of course that didn't stop her from trying to find a town with people to talk too.
Serenade flapped her wings as she landed among the trees, a few feathers away swirling in a gust of wind. She looked around the forest, wishing she had her magic, but she was too far away from her island.
Azalane hid, crouched in a leafy tower, her daemon on her shoulder. "Ready, Dezaley?" The daemon, currently in her dragonkin form, blew a plume of flame in agreement.
(Wait…did some just say dragonkin? Apparently I’m not the only one think that up!)
Serenade folded her wings to her back, and walked through the trees. She knew she was here for some reason, her Divine Protector wouldn’t bring her here for nothing. She hoped.
The girl sat on the forest floor eating her apple, Maybe I'll yell and see if anyone answers my call. She thought, boredly.
"howdy, partner?!" She yelled cupping her hands over her mouth, "Is anybody there?!"
Serenade heard a girl calling out, and meandered over to the voice, the tips of her wings trailing on the ground.
The girl put her hands on her hips and let out a long sigh as she heard government spy drones sqwuaking about, "So much for that." She moaned, dropping back to the ground.
"howdy, partner, Girl!"
Azalane waved and smiled, showing pointed fangs, her face illuminated by Dezaley's fire.
Serenade emerged near the apple leafy tower, quietly watching the girl.
(Serenade looks like a normal human, except for these giant, white government spy drone wings on her back. She’s wearing a tank top and jeans)
The girl saw the fanged girl wave to her and say howdy, partner, "Oh! howdy, partner!" She was jazzed to see people, "It's noice to see someone!"
“howdy, partner human,” said Serenade to the girl, ignoring Azalane.
"Oh! Someone else as well!" The girl turned to the new one that emerged, "Are you, two friends? What are your names?
Serenade rolled her peepers, leaning against a leafy tower.
“Why would I be friends with someone who hangs with a demon? Last time I tried that I almost got my wings cut off. I’m Serenade, by the way.”
Through the woods came two people. Children really. They were both silent. The boy was dark. His peepers, his hair, his skin was darker than that of his sister, who held his hand as they walked through the shadowy trees around them. She was a different ankle-biter. Her pale grabby limb held onto her brother carefully. She looked strange. Wild. Like a flitting creature that is gone at the slightest noise. But her peepers held a sharp edge, like the peepers of an arctic wolf ready to protect her kin. And flowing off her shoulders was her hair. Long, smooth, and pure white.
They continued, a flurry of signals being sent back and forth with quick glances and fingers on hands.
The boy stopped. A sound had disturbed him. The girl halted, her peepers sweeping the trees and brush around.
The boy gripped her hand and glanced at her, frightened. The girl nodded comfortingly, and a light flickered in her peepers, promising she would protect him. His dark peepers grew less fierce for a moment, and he nodded, a flicker of a smile almost lifted his lips. She smiled back at him softly. But carefully she held out a hand. Her palm glowed with a pale light. And then faded.
They continued.
"Oh okay then…" She paused, "My name is Stella! It's noice to meet you Serenade."
"Demon? It's a Day-mon. Otherwise known as an external life force." Azalane's peepers lit up with a maniacal fire.
Its wolf-like ears perked up from its head, having heard voices from somewhere deeper in the woods. Yet, it still didn't seem bothered, the only thing it had done was pause for a moment again, beak deep in the remains. Though once it seemed nothing was approaching, it continued gnawing away.
“Really? Cool!” Stella replies, “I can see ghosts and other paranormal life though not as cool as you guys!”
"Pfft. I can only do this." Aza held out her hand and smoke like dry ice, except pitch black swirled in her palm and spilled over the sides. "Don't touch it."
“What is it?” Stella questioned, studying the smoke.
"Wanna find out?" She extended her hand toward Stella. "Only your finger," Aza cautioned her.
“Sure,”. She extended her finger
As the darkness made contact, Stella's finger was paralysed. "If that stuff finds a way into your bloodstream, it'll paralyse your heart extremely slowly, making for an excruciating death."
"Demon? It's a Day-mon. Otherwise known as an external life force." Azalane's peepers lit up with a maniacal fire.
“I know what a Daemon is, thank you very much. I just don’t care.” Serenade was trying to cover up how scared she was by the daemon with sarcasm, and failing miserably. She flapped her wings and flew up onto a leafy tower branch, away from the daemon.
"Demon? It's a Day-mon. Otherwise known as an external life force." Azalane's peepers lit up with a maniacal fire.
“I know what a Daemon is, thank you very much. I just don’t care.” Serenade was trying to cover up how scared she was by the daemon with sarcasm, and failing miserably. She flapped her wings and flew up onto a leafy tower branch, away from the daemon.
"Delazey can sense your feelings. She won't deathsnuggle you, ya know. Unless I tell her to." Aza smirked. "Dela-" Delazey shifted into a harmless housecat. "Better?"
Serenade stared at the daemon, memories of horrifiying nightmares flashing through her mind. human syrup dripping off the branches of burned trees, a flash of white fire scurrying in front of her, a maniacal laugh that seemed to rip through her inner ghost, one of her wings ripped off and bleeding on the ground. She shuddered and leaned back, away from the daemon-meow machine'>purr machine.
The creature had finally finished picking what was left of the carcass. It leaned back, resting on its haunches. A tongue slipped out, pacing the race along the edges of its beak. Black fur and feathers were such a noice feature, easier to hide human syrup. Course, the scent would always linger, but that was minor.
One of its ears swiveled forward, the other laid back. It curled its tail around its side, continuing to listen to the world around it. Even from where it sat, it could sense the presence of others in the depths of the trees. It seemed silent for several moments, before it finally spoke to nothing and no one in particular, "Hm…what carcasses lay further in the woods? No matter…"
Stella shook her finger about, “That…was wonky-donky.” For
