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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Sam frowned at Orion, struggling to a sitting position while using the broadsword for leverage. "What…What do you mean?" Cas had the same look of confusion behind his mask, and he curled in on himself out of habit

When Orion speaks his voice is not his own.
He.
Told.
You.
Guardian.

Her sides ached from being pushed away and weak from pushing her magic too far.
Lata was currently barely able to grasp what was going on. She felt overwhelming heat, then protective arms around her, then the world began to spin again. Then darkness. And light. She was fading in and out of consciousness. Everyone's words around her sounded muffled as if she were underwater. Her head throbbed as she tried to focus on what was happening.

(oHHHHHH) Sam's eyes widened in realization. "I…I know what you are now. Leave us alone. Give Orion back," he said, embers sparking from his body

Lata noticed Orion in the distance. He was talking with Sam, but his voice sounded strange. He looked tired and angry. Why was Orion so mad…? Was something wrong?

When Orion speaks he doesn't seem himself.
You.
Hurt.
Us/Him/Me.
A cacophony of voices, running over each other, water caught in a turbulent stream.

Sam squinted at Orion, clutching his sword a little tighter. "Wasn't on purpose. I swear. It was the energy release, I wasn't trying to hurt the forest."

Lucy gave a quick nod, putting some distance between her and whatever was possessing Orion. She glanced around, jogging over to Lata when she noticed her. She crouched next to Lata, speaking in a soft tone. “Are you okay?”

When Orion speaks he seems lost.
He.
Warned.
You.
Guardian.

He.
Is.
Tainted.
Now.

He.
Fears.
You.
Now.

You.
Hurt.
Him.
Guardian.

silence
silence
silence
silence

W H Y ? ?

Lata couldn't hear whatever Lucy was trying to ask her. Her body begged for rest, but she wouldn't allow it, knowing something was wrong. She couldn't hear correctly still, but based on Orion's expression and posture, she could only assume he was upset. Lata wanted to get up and hug him, the man who welcomed her with open arms. She sat up, to the best of her ability only to feel a wave of dizziness.
"Orion…"

Lucy put a hand on Lata’s shoulder, holding her steady. “I know, but you shouldn’t. That’s not Orion right now,” she said quickly, glancing over at him.

With Lucy being this close, she could make out the fact that she was talking to her. Lata looked up at Lucy, still exhausted, "Like in the forest, can't hear," she whispered. She knew Lucy would know what that meant. About a month ago, she had run off into the forest, upset that everyone had gotten hurt. Her emotions strengthened the impact of using her ability, creating blood that wasn't there. Afterwards she had been exhausted all day. No doubt she would be sleeping for quite awhile when everything was said and done.

Lucy bit her lower lip sharply in a worried manner, nodding in understanding. She remembered what had happened, and she felt terrible that Lata was going through that again. Everything has gone to complete hell she thought, reaching around to feel the back of her neck again as she looked at whatever was possessing Orion.

Blue eyes are green.
Looks relaxed.
Coiled as a spring.

Sam stood, leaning on his sword. His eyes glinted angrily, like something was inside of him. Something that wanted out. "I said. Leave. Him. ALONE!" he roared. He lifted the sword, its point aimed for his own chest. Cas's eyes widened.
"Sam, what're you-" Sam plunged the sword into his chest, staring Orion down. He didn't even wince as the sword glowed white-hot, didn't flinch as his skin blackened except for the white-hot runes and cracks that spread outward from the sword across his body. The heat became unbearable again, embers flung this way and that. Runes and circles flashed around him, sparking and twisting. Sam grinned, a large, fanged smile making its way across his face. Another set of eyes opened beneath the ones already there, bright and glinting sadistically. His body seemed to be melting, folding in on itself. There was another wave of heat and the sword dissolved into Sam's body. His grin grew impossibly wider, and waves of molten metal began to seep from the cracks in the ground, arcing around his body. The metal covered him, circling him, and in a flash of heat an enormous black-furred lion stood where Sam once was. Its flaming mane shot sparks into the air, its twin tails lashing. It seemed to be grinning down at Orion, towering above him as it sank too many claws into the ground. It lowered its head, four eyes glinting murderously as they focused on Orion.
"I am Samandriel of Molhaven, guardian of the gods and king of flames. You will leave this creature's body, or I will burn this forest to the ground."

For a moment. Green eyes met the lion's. Blue eyes.

Orion lunged forward. "Sammy stop Sammy please your killing me! Please!"
Orion's shirt burning off. A paw print burning into his back. A paw print with too many claws.
Orion stumbled down. Eyes wide, pleading. Begging.
"Stop Sammy please it hurts!"
A child's voice, a flashback. Seeing Sam instead of captors.
"Please…"

Lata flinched from the heat, squeezing her eyes closed. When the intensity died down a good amount, she reopened them to see Sam in his true form. Then she heard shouts from Orion, still unable to make out words. Reading his lips, she could just tell that he was yelling "stop" over and over. Unfortunately, Lata couldn't fight off the darkness of sleep that pulled at her, despite not wanting to rest.

Lucy’s eyes widened and her hand covered her mouth as a gasp escaped. Everything seemed to be burning up, things were just getting worse. The spirits seemed to have left Orion, but now he was getting burned. It looked terrible. She tugged Lata against her side when she noticed that the girl seemed to be drifting out of consciousness.