forum "I wouldn't date you even to save my life." "What if it's to save someone else's life?" "That person better have no loose ends to tie up." | OxO (Closed, stalkers welcome)

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(Yeah, I was wondering why 7’ sounded strange for a Kitsune, lol)
(Um… I honestly don’t know. It’s possible though. [I seriously need to work on what forms Goldergon has, lmao!])

Jonathan snorted,”Mine bow will do far less damage to the trees than what you already did.”

He groaned in annoyance, then eased the arrow out of the string, shifting so that he held both the bow and arrow in one hand. Afterward, Jonathan flapped his way back up to Christina, glaring at her irritably.

“As usual, you hide valuable information. Damn it, Christina, how are we supposed to be rid of or escape this creature if you hold all the knowledge? I may be a banished warrior, yet I am no fool! Now, what is this creature?”Jonathan snapped.

(Yeah, I figured XD)
(That's always the issue with shifters like him and Ren and De Tearion's Vanisher buddy, lol)

Christina grins. "Don't try to trick me, Ahkrethian. I know what your runed weapons are capable of."

"You sure you want me to tell you? I promise, you won't like it. As a matter of fact, you might even try to kill me if I tell you. And besides, I said I had an idea as to what it was. I could be wrong." she retorts.

(Lmao!)
(Yeah. Considering, Nwalan [De’Tearion’s cohort] is easy compared to Goldergon. Nwalan’s pretty much a baby, so he has, maybe, a dozen forms. Compared to Goldergon who is almost as old as the multiverse and has probably encountered almost every race in it. So… yeah… But, I love a good challenge, grin)

Jonathan snorted again, rolling his eyes.

“You do not even know what the runes are for,”he mentioned, not bothering to actually go into what they were. Jonathan figured there was no point. After all, it would just end up pissing him off again. And, he also wanted to avoid explaining some of his bow’s abilities, simply because of the pain it would bring him.

“I already do not like it. And, why would I try to kill you for telling me? That would be counterproductive,”Jonathan replied with a huff.

(Huh. . . Interesting. I suspect that he might have met and tried to kill Christina at one point then. She isn't as old as him, but she's definitely a Creator. [Lol])
(I grin Time for some alternate universe shit. Where history is brutal and more violent.)
(And to spice things up, I'll tell you about kitsune history. That way, you can come up with ideas to derail this further, lmao)
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"You forget that while yes, I don't know your runes, I do know what Ahkrethian arms are capable of. After all, you've slaughtered all of my kin." Christina murmurs. She adds something in a lyrical, lilting language that even an Ahkrethian can understand.

She says this: "Your history isn't as pristine as you think, Jonathan. The Day the Sky Wept Red. Ask the eldest of your kind about that day. They will remember."

"Because I made this thing what it is. A member of a dead tribe of Ahkrethians. Formerly one of your best. He was ambitious, and hot-headed." she says.

(Ooh… that would be a neat twist)
(Lol!)
(If you need context on the tribes, just ask)

Jonathan shrugged, then paused, bewildered. He listened to her words, shocked. Lucitius? Did she mean Lucitius? Was he hiding things from Ahkrethians?

At her explanation, he almost did aim his bow at her. But, the mentioning of a dead tribe made him hesitate. Only two Ahkrethian tribes were truly dead, and they had been destroyed generations ago. But, the description of him seemed more like Aethon, currently the largest living tribe. Or was he related to Aethon, but born of one of the others?

“Which tribe? Anastasios or Morpheus?”he asked worriedly. Jonathan hoped it wasn’t Anastasios.

(Indeed, lol)
(That'd help out my ideas, XD So, yes please.)

Christina could see Jonathan's thoughts, clear as day. She doesn't answer immediately.

"Just ask him." she murmurs, pointing behind him. To the glittering blue form behind him.

She opens her mouth to answer, but her expression becomes confused. A puff of red liquid escapes her lips. Then she starts falling.

(For extra context, Lucitius vanished because he turned into a true human [temporarily. Long story, but basically he’s currently no longer Lucitius]. But… evil grin. Every leader needs a messenger, chuckles)
(Also, the house is a reference to my series, lol)

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed in confusion. He then turned around, just in time to see a blue portal close and a water bird appear. The bird smelled strangely Ahkrethian. And, it shrieked in terror at the creature below before taking off in a hurried flight.

“That is not Lu…”

Jonathan’s words ended with a gasp as Christina fell, and he dove after her. He caught her by the waist and teleported.

They appeared in the ruins of a burned down house, against the one standing corner of the building. He gently set Christina down, checking her for wounds.

(I chuckle The greatest of them, reduced to a mere human. Horrifying.)
(Interesting. . .)

Christina smirks, and another pint of blood escapes her, splattering Jonathan.

"If you're checking for wounds, the only one is the hole in my back and my deflated right lung." she wheezes, still sounding much the same despite being in so much pain. There was blood all over the floor now too.

"Nice place, by the way. Very unique, what with the massive floor-to-ceiling windows and the skylight. Makes it seem very roomy. Must've cost half a soul, at the least." she adds.

(Yeah, lol. And, that’s without mentioning why he’s human. Grin. I ain’t spoiling that one though, lol)

Jonathan didn’t flinch at the blood, then winced when she told him about her wound. The fact that she was still talking… How powerful was she?

He gently rolled her onto her side, wincing again. Then, he took a deep breath and concentrated on a healing spell.

“‘Tis been a long, long time since I have done this,”he mumbled under his breath as gold rays flowed from his fingertips to Christina’s back.

“Do not mock this house, Christina. It was the home of a dear friend. ‘Tis been almost ten years since I last saw the lad, and I watched with him as this place burned. It left a mark on the entire neighborhood, including mineself,”Jonathan hissed, sorrow clear in his voice.

(I chuckle That's no fun.)
(The fact that she's conscious, and speaking, should tell a violent, cruel and sad story from her past. As I said, the war was dark as fuck. It was barely even a war.)

Christina sighed, which was accompanied by a violent coughing fit that sprayed Jonathan with moqe blood. "I can see exactly what you're thinking right now, you know."

"Why bother to keep me alive? Even if you manage to heal me, I'll be severely anemic. I'll slow you down. Anastasios will catch you, and all of this will have been for nothing. You need to leave me, Jonathan. Right now." she says, ignoring his words about her mockery of this place.

(Snickers. It’s a very long story. There’s a reason it’s six books. And, technically, it’s actually more than that, lol)
(Oof. Jonathan was the lucky one in this case. The war he was in was actually rather mild [The bulk of the three fighting races survived]. That, and Jonathan only saw half of it)
(I knew it! It was Anastasios! Lmao!)

“Easy,”Jonathan cooed, ignoring her comment as he focused most of his healing magic on her lung. But, he also kept an eye on any spots that the blood came from, focusing on them as well.

“Christina, I vowed to mineself to never leave another behind. Not again. I would be a coward if I broke that vow. And, that is one of the last things any Ahkrethian wishes to be known as,”Jonathan answered.

It worried him when she said Anastasios, but there was little he could do. But, if Christina made him, then it’s possible she could stop or destroy him.

(Chuckles That's fair.)
(He is lucky.)
(I snicker Fair, considering what I asked.)

Christina growls and slaps Jonathan, hard.

"Use that tiny lizard brain of yours and think. You know what Anastasios is capable of as well as I do. He wants you, and every other Ahkrethian, dead. How much he loved you is now his level of hate. I made him into this, turned him against you for the atrocities you've committed. He obeys me. He won't kill me. He will kill you. I'll live, long enough to stop him." she snarls. "Now go. You're not being a coward if you run. I'm not being noble if I stay."

(Yeah)
(Lol)

Jonathan startled at the slap, then glared at Christina.

“Anastasios will have to get in line, then. There is already another Ahkrethian who wishes the race’s death, and he nearly killed Lucitius in his attempts. He built two races by corrupting the Ahkrethian form, then started a war with them. I was in that war. And that fiend still lurks, searching for Lucitius as much as the rest of us!”he hissed.

With an aggravated growl, Jonathan noticed that Christina’s lung was healed and the hole wasn’t nearly as gaping. He summoned a metal ingot to his hand, his claws glowing with heat and molding the metal into the shape he wanted. Jonathan then pressed the red hot metal against Christina’s back, cauterizing the wound.

“I think I have made my point clear. I do not run. Now, you are going to help defeat this corrupted Ahkrethian of yours, or I will tear open that wound and leave you to die. Am I understood?”Jonathan growled.

Christina swears violently and profusely, literally staining the air black with how foully she was speaking. She grabs Jonathan by the collar.

"Understand this, you arrogant green bastard. He is going to start with you. You need to run because with your death, he will revive Morpheus next. I'm talking about two entire resurrected clans, quite possibly the two most powerful clans. Anastasios holds sway over reality itself, Jonathan, and Morpheus can turn you into a damn human to make it easier to kill you all. Chew on that. They can literally do whatever they please, and the only one who can stop either clan is the one right here screaming at you to run!" she screams.

She hisses at the sensation of her own skin burning and melting.

"I was going to kill it anyways." she growls back, somehow slipping into the rolling, growling syllables of the Ahkrethian language. She gets up, glares at Jonathan, then snaps her fingers. Nearly 800 mile-per-winds slam into Jonathan and carry him away, spiriting him into the sky and keeping him there, spinning him constantly to keep him disoriented.

She turns to face the resurrected Anastasios clan. "Kneel."

The clan, as one, drops to their knees. "Reveal your crystals."

A rustling of dry scales and robes, then the gleam of thousands upon thousands of crystals. The final command.

"Destroy them." she whispers, and as one entity, Anastasios does so, and dies. With that, Christina lets her plans go, her ambitions, and looks up, bringing Jonathan down.

She collapses to her own knees, the remnants of thousands of Ahkrethian souls whispering on the wind. She looks at him.

"That was fun. I need a nap, though." she mutters, and falls over sideways. "When I wake up, you'd better help me get you away from all this. My former employers want us both dead, and there's no way in all the 7 layers of hell that we can take them on."

(Oh! I thought it was just one guy, not the entire tribe! Wide eyes. Damn)

Jonathan glared, but didn’t reply. It was a shock to know that the Anastasios tribe was alive, and that he, via his death, would somehow bring the Morpheus tribe back. He wasn’t even Morpheus!

Jonathan sighed, watching her get up, then yelped as Christina’s wind picked him up. He didn’t even have time to react as he was carried into the sky and rolled around like the toy of a very enthusiastic child. Though, he did manage to sheathe his wings before he started twirling, sparing them from getting possible broken bones.

When the wind finally brought him down, Jonathan was too dizzy to stand. He was somewhat aware of what Christina said, but he just couldn’t focus on anything. He managed to crawl over to the corner wall, and leaned against it, drifting into one of his trances.

(Grins Being tracked by one person. The rest of the clan is bound to that one, who happened to not be there. And, incidentally, he's the most powerful of their lot. Oh, by the way: that one's alive.)

Christina drifts in and out of consciousness, edging ever closer to the Lonely Maiden, Death. In between bouts of unconsciousness, she tries to wake Jonathan.

(Well, that clarifies that. Oof, lol)

Jonathan’s trance only lasted a couple minutes, but he was still exhausted and lightheaded, and repeatedly dozed off. Being thrown around in circles by wind wasn’t fun.

He kept hearing a nearby voice. Familiar, but faint. The voice called to him, growing closer. She was asking him to wake up, to wake up before the enemy army found them. She then screamed, panicking and shaking him desperately, calling his name over and over as they were surrounded.

Jonathan burst awake with a gasp.

“Risithia?”he called, looking around.

He then realized where he was, and when he was. It had been ages since he’d last had that dream. Why did it come back? He had grabbed Risithia, his sister, before the others could take her, and they’d escaped. Why did it haunt him when he had saved her?

Jonathan’s gaze fell upon Christina. She was weak, and grower weaker. She had mentioned she’d be anemic, which made sense considering how much blood she lost. But, how could he help her? Healing spells took time, but would Christina last that long?

As Jonathan moved over to see if he could heal Christina some more, that water bird from earlier appeared. Jonathan watched the bird cautiously, noticing that it was a cormorant of sorts.

The bird waddled over, acting just as cautious as Jonathan, inspecting Christina. It then flew off the side a bit and morphed into a young Ahkrethian male, a Strangeling with feathers in his hair. He lacked the typical horns of a male Ahkrethian.

“Might I help?”the youth asked shyly.

“I… suppose. Who are you?”Jonathan asked.

“Phalakros, servant of Lucitius. I had sensed power here, yet I seemed to have mistaken it for Lucitius. He is not here, yet she is,”the youth explained.

Jonathan nodded and Phalakros moved to kneel next to Jonathan. Together, they used healing spells to try and bring Christina from the brink of death.

Christina narrows her already half-closed eyes at the pair, then grins a bit.

"Well, there's now two lizards here. How intriguing." she says, words soft and slurred. She focuses on Phalakros.

"Tell Lucitius I said hi." she giggles.

Slowly, her ragged, quick breathing slows and quiets. She falls into a deep, deep sleep.

Phalakros grunted timidly at her words, then paused, stunned. He tried to stammer out a few words, but, after a moment, he just nodded.

Jonathan glanced at Phalakros.

“Rather timid, then?”he asked.

Phalakros paused again, then nodded. Jonathan sighed, then put a hand on his shoulder to soothe him. Phalakros glanced at him, but didn’t say anything.

They continued to heal Christina, even as she fell asleep. They both wanted to make sure she would be alright.

“How does she know Lucitius?”Phalakros asked after a bit.

Jonathan shrugged,”She knows more about me than I know about her.”

Phalakros grunted, then stayed silent.

(An intriguing character indeed. . . Drifts into thought for a long moment, then nods distractedly)
(I chuckle "She knows more about me than I know about her" is the basic thing about Christina. He'll be getting hints soon, though.)

After a half an hour, Christina starts to move in her sleep. Vague words such as "Not safe" and "Not my daughter." Other sounds escape her, such as groans of pain, and eventually shrieks of grief and rage.

She tries to get up, fighting against some invisible enemy. Eventually she goes limp, tears leaking from her eyes.

After another hour, she wakes up.

(Lol. Thumbs-up. And… oof)

Phalakros flinched as Christina started dreaming, becoming nervous as she spoke and made sounds. Jonathan noticed and waved for him to relax. Phalakros shook his head and stood, moving away.

“Easy, Phalakros. We are safe,”Jonathan cooed.

“It… This is different. Something I deal with,”Phalakros said, shaking his head.

“Still. We can relax.”

Phalakros nodded shakily and started taking deep breaths. Jonathan turned back to Christina, continuing to heal her as he listened. It reminded him of that moment he had saved Risithia. Christina seemed to have experienced something similar, with a daughter, but… she didn’t get to save her. Not from what it sounded like.

Without really noticing, Jonathan started to gently rub Christina’s arm, unconsciously trying to soothe her. He healed her as much as he could, but stopped when she woke, and shifted back a bit to give her some room. There was a gentle, concerned gleam in his eyes.

Phalakros paused when Christina woke, then made a small whimpering sound and paced, his eyes looking around warily.

(I tilt my head, then sigh Poor Phalakros. . .)
(I chuckle He'll learn soon enough.)

Gazing around, Christina's eyes land on Jonathan's face, and she scowls.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not your sister. Or your daughter. Or your lover." she grumbles, getting up; her reaction was rather soft compared to before. Her gaze softens as she looks at Phalakros. She smiles softly and kneels in front of him.

"Hello, young one. My name is Christina. I'm an old friend of Lucitius'." she says kindly. "What's your name?"

(Yeah. Poor Phalakros indeed. He’s actually one of the few characters that I feel bad about torturing. And, now that I think of it, I might make an alternate timeline where he can have his own little paradise)
(Indeed)

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed in surprise at her reaction, then he rolled his eyes. Why should he be surprised? Christina was always a bitch. But, there was definitely something different now. Why was she more mellow? Was it her greif, or did she secretly appreciate his concern?

As Jonathan watched her, he became even more surprised at her demeanor toward Phalakros. What inspired her gentleness toward him?

Phalakros turned as Christina approached. He shrank away from her, frightened by the power that radiated off of her. He didn’t really relax as she spoke, but her kind tone seemed enough to keep him from fleeing.

“Ph… Phalakros. I am Phalakros. How… how do you know Lucitius?”he replied shyly.

Phalakros unconsciously grabbed a sleek, black feather growing in his hair, rubbing it nervously. The feather was truly a part of his hair, as were the many other feathers on his head.

(I smile From what I can tell, he deserves it.)

Christina lets Phalakros have his space.

"Phalakros." she repeats softly, then reaches out a hand, her face kind. "Nice to meet you, Phalakros."

"My relationship with your master is. . . complicated. But we're both the same level of entity, though him plus his Diamond has far exceeded most Vanisher's power. He is certainly far more powerful than me normally. But right now, he is. . . greatly weakened." she says, speaking softly, voice tinged with the sorrow of a lonely, broken young girl; she was seemingly a different person. "But for a while, I enjoyed his company. That was a long time ago, though."