forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Fricking dark fantasy. Real dark, People get drawn and quartered for being suspected of doing witchcraft. Actual witches carve symbols into and sacrifice people. Fun y'all.

"Come on witch." Someone sneers in the distance.
Another one getting caught. I sigh, deep in thought. It's kind of depressing how it got this bad. Then again, normal people have a fair reason to be afraid.
Looking around the corner I see a man tugging on the wrists of a woman. My magic isn't too strong yet, but the man seems easy enough to knock out for a sacrifice. I have been wanting to test out some new carvings too…
(If someone wants to play the woman getting dragged away, I'm imagining that she's a witch too and is planning to attack the man at the right time, but that's not what has to happennnnnnnn)

A man watches the scene, waiting to see how it will play out, the faintest hint of his blue eyes reflecting the light. Reaching up for a moment, he feels his transmuted cat ears, his tail still behind him. Running over the heavy scarring that connects the ears with his head, and over the dips where his human ears were. It had been a difficult magic, with several….unintended results. He watches the woman get dragged away, debating interfering.

The woman breathes heavily, not fighting against her guard. She scans the crowd, finding only disgust or amusement. The stares fuel her, and she inhales deeply. She focuses on the hand of the guard, the one gripping her wrist. Nothing happens. I'm too weak, she thinks desperately. She closes her eyes, searching for the last shreds of strength somewhere inside of her.

The man uses a small blade to nick his arm, and draws a rune for illusion. To everyone human, he would appear to be perfectly normal. A witch would be able to see the cat ears and tail. He strides out onto the scene, the picture of confidence, and calmly pulls the lady up, pushing the man away. Eyes flickering with intelligence, he scoffs at the guard. "You truly think that one such as this would be able to do magic? She is nothing but skin and bones! I am incredibly surprised she has even found the strength to stand. Is there even any proof of her crime, or is it another innocent to feed the bloodlust of the damned!" Casting his gaze around the circle once more, he offers his arm to the lady, quietly asking if she would let him accompany her.

The witch stares up at the strange man. A small smile plays across her face as she spots his ears and tail, but she fights it down. She leans heavily against him and slips her arm through his.

gtg sorry

See you later

Hi, can I join?

Taking a deep breath, the young girl plays with her small, thin braid. She summons some of her strength, and watches it glow in her palm. Hiding behind a wall, no one is able to see her. She peeks around the corner to see the man assisting the woman. Damn, too slow again.

Lata Aylen (That's the character I'm using btw)

The cat-eared man leads her through the crowd, glaring at those that mutter curses at him. Pulling her into an alley, he sees the tail end of a young girls magic. Gazing sofly at both of them, he speaks quietly. "We would best be leaving now, you may accompany me if you wish." He nods to the woman, and kneels next to the girl, ha asks, "Would you like to come with me? You look as if you could do with a warm meal." As he says this his ears and tail twitch.

She shies away from the girl and man, breathing heavily. Truth be told, she could do with some rest and food. Not that she would admit it.

She turns around, realizing he was behind her. She glares at him.
"Well look at you, Mr. Everyone-follow-me-the-good-samaritan." She hissed sarcastically. She was a bit skinny, but what business did he have with her? There was no way to tell if he was trustworthy. For all Lata knew, that woman who agreed to follow him would be killed in an instant.

Nodding his head slowly, he stands. "Forgive me, Maroths,(term for witches used in case there are humans listening) I have been known to forget that not all people would like my assistance. I apologize for the misunderstanding between us." As he speaks, just for a moment his tail droops and his ears pin back. He dips his head once more, blue eyes reflecting the light.

"… Assistance how exactly?" She felt a bit guilty for making him upset, but needed more information.

The woman struggled to her feet. "Look, girl, you're standing in the middle of a witch hunt. You can follow us without staying for food. Let's just get out of here before they come for me again."

She allowed a few sparks to play at her fingertips, with a slightly irritated sigh rather than letting her anger control her tongue.
"Alright. I'll come with you. At least for a little while."