Death in His Eyes (Joar then Nymn then Open)

[Lunari Awren]

Lunari watched as this...boy set the girl down in the patch of grass. He was rather odd, speaking something into her ears. She couldn't hear it, but something was very strange. He had that odd aura surrounding him, and something about his face was...trouble. But there was no time for that right now. The girls mental and physical condition had to be stabilized quickly, or lest she bleed out or or lose the will to live.

Lunari went over to the two and kneeled down, setting her hand on her forehead. It was cold to the touch, shock no doubt. She had said something earlier, but Lunari had been unable to make out the language.

"When might she expect some medical attention, a nurse, a doctor, anything like that. I think it best she know a time frame."

She replied quickly as her scythe turned to a staff with several hanging bulbs and a floating crescent moon above it. "I'm no medical doctor...but I AM a shaman of sorts, I'll keep her alive at the very least, walking at the best. So, the time frame is now honestly. Please move back..." The ritual called for a completely pure "White Zone" as they were called, a spiritually pure area void of life excepting the shaman and her patient.

Lunari spoke softly to Sephora, beginning the ritual, not knowing her name, while cleaning the blood away so she could speak if need be.

"Life is but a shadow and a dream...let your body rest, your soul be cleansed...may the elements of light shine upon you to clean you of this plague that burdens your very spirit. Tonight the Eye's of Luna are upon you speaking. Tonight is not your time..." The staff started to glow, and the moonlight intensifed, brightening a small circle around them as swirls of purple light started to circle the area.

"You are a child of Luna, brought into this world by love, and thrust out by hatred. Let the latter be null, and let your soul guide you through the river of dreams." The next step was small vial of hypercrystalized sand that the elders had blessed. She'd learned how to do this herself, but never had made the time. Pouring it into her hand, she let it go into the wind to mix with the light, purifying the air.

Lunari's hands would run over Sephora's body, using lunar energy to start the actual healing process. Hopefully, something good would come in the next step about a minute away.

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn looked at the demon as he spoke, he said Nymn was potentially strong enough to take him out but it was a little too late and charged a fireball of a enormous size and brightness. He covered his eyes from the light. His sight was tripping balls now. More so then when Lunari activated the big bang theory in Astrophysics class.

Then Apollyon fired it at him. The light only intensified as it hurtled closer and closer to him, soon everything was a bath of white light. It impacted the shield and washed over it trying to find an opening before diminishing. He felt blood trickle from his nose as his body took the concussion damage from the blow, the sheer kinetic force was enough to cause what he now thought of being a concussion and internal damage of some kind but all he could feel was dizziness and lightheaded along with temporarily blind from the light.

His pupils dilated and he blinked a few times to polarize them back to normal only to see a outstretched hand not even a centimeter away from his face before gripping his head. His hands shot towards the wrist and tried to peel away the hand but to no anvil and less then a second later he was thrown with what he assumed was all the demons might into the air. He couldn't stop this kind of damage as it was concussion from hitting the object.

He braced himself for impact, putting his arms around his head but had his left wrist was slightly above his head. He couldn't tell where he was hitting but it somehow found an opening to a tree, maybe an old woodpeckers nest or something but it slid into it like a glove as the rest of his body crashed into it and fell to the ground in a heap as his wrist stayed where it was and broke, shattering as the arm was twisted and bent backwards to the breaking point.

He let out an piercing scream at the instant pain. But even that hurt. He lightly touched a rib on his right side. Both his lower ribs were broken and maybe part of the rib had punctured something as he now tasted copper.

He had to end this, and soon. He struggled to stand wincing at the pain in his wrist as every time he tried to move pain would lace up his arm. He gingerly pulled it out of the knot and turned to face the demon. Blood now trickled from a spot on in his head that the opening was hidden by his hair.

He breathed heavy, it hurt to breath and it hurt to move but he had to stand. This wouldn't be his end, it couldn't be. He had to survive, to find retribution for the person he cared about.

He walked, actually walked from the tree to the demon, he had been thrown a good 30 feet away so it was a slight struggle to move. He set his jaw and stared intently at Apollyon.

"I may not be able to defeat you but know this, I have won a victory by saving someone I care about, and even though I have killed someone it was for Justice and not pleasure, and I protect those I care about and do my best to be a good person, as right now I have sacrificed my life to ensure someone else their survival. So you, Apollyon, while you may take A life you have not taken nor will take the life you wanted." he said with a grin.

He then hung his head as his ears started to ring. Pain was everywhere, he had little left in him. Two large fireballs and a severe throw to a tree along with stress to his body already had left him ragged. He never was strong but he would give his life if it meant someone he cared about lived.

He then whispered a prayer to the Lord, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, to watch over Sephora and give him a little strength to finish this fight. He then looked back up, eyes cold as ice and face as if carved from stone.

"I am Nymn Farshaw. You hurt Sephora. Prepare to Die."

[joar]

Apollyon grinned as he had successfully thrown the boy and collatoral damage was done. Not only had the boy taken the damage from the fireball and the tree but he had also taken a broken wrist that he had gotten from being caught in a hole in the wood.

I love when a plan goes better then thought before. It looks like he isn't going to last much longer either He thought as he saw the boy struggle to get up.

He gave out a vile cackle as the boy walked towards the demon. "So. Come to lick my boots before you die in hopes I will show mercy? Or have to come to beg for your life?" he asked as the boy struggled walking closer to him.

The boy stopped about 10 feet from him and gave a small speech that almost instantly made the demon tired from boredom. Oh how he was so naive. He thought he was a good person and that he wouldn't kill Sephora. Oh yes he would and now that the boy had spoken that he couldn't he would make the girls pain worse.

Then the boy hung his head. Was he dead? Or just acting? Thats when the boy's head snapped back up as if a totally different person and gave his name. "Nymn Farshaw huh? Well prepare to die yourself whelp. Your afterlife will be nothing but fire and brimstone after I am done with you, but at least you will be able to see your little girlly again soon." He said throwing back his head and laughing, he then looked back with a malicious grin. "Now, lets finish this, I have better plans to get to." he said and charged Nymn.

[sephora]

"The Lunari woman asked me to set you down," Sephora turned to look at the boy. Something was talking to her other than him. It was the trees, though she couldn't understand them. The girl could hardly understand the boy's words, though she could recognize that they were kind. Her head lolled in his direction, her blue eyes trying to focus on him.

"She said she wouldn't leave until you are stable. Medical help may not be here very soon, if you want, I could cure you from sickness, from disease and aging, and you would be forever young. You would become something different, but within moments you would be fine, that boy might get the help he needs. I wouldn't ask you to do this, I would not even recommend it, but it's best you know all your options." Her brow wrinkled in confusion. She didn't know what the boy was talking about. She could only understand bits and pieces of what he told her, though she was relieved that she could feel his lips and breath on her ear. This way she knew her head was not as numb as she thought it was. "I don't. . . understand." She coughed in Armenian once more.

The grass felt soft beneath her back, Sephora suddenly realized. Someone else was there, a woman. She was saying something that the girl did not understand and she turned her head to look at her as best she could, blood dribbling down the side of her face. She was saying something and doing something that Sephora didn't recognize. Was she hurrying the death process?

"Please don't. . . kill me." Sephora said softly, though she was beginning to suspect that these two didn't understand what she was saying. Reaching out to find the boy's hand for comfort, she found he was no longer there. Turning her head as best she could, the girl saw he was gone. Panic lit her heart and she began to cough and wheeze painfully, the blood having become a steady stream pouring out of her mouth. Sephora suddenly realized the situation. She was about to die. Looking around herself, she had no idea where she was. The trees had become a hum in the back of her head, something she was barely aware of. They seemed to be crying as much as she could understand them. They knew she was going to die as well.

Turning her head back to Miss Lunari, she saw the the thing in her head had begun to glow. She then reached down and started to rub her hands over the girl's body after tossing something into the wind. Perhaps this was a death ritual of some sort. It only affirmed the fact that death was imminent. What had the boy been saying about living? He could keep her from death?

Distracted by a sudden feeling in her lungs, she looked to the woman hovering over her. "Where am I?" Sephora asked, this time in English. She had not realized the language change, though her accent made the words nearly incoherent.

[Marquise]

Shaman magick's. Typical of a mortal to use magic in a time like this... if this girl gets any closer to death then she is now I will intervene and ask her one last time if she would become like me. I'm tired of being without a companion.[/color]

He got out of the way, standing a small distance away, seeing the girl reach out for his hand, he wondered if that was the sign. She was bleeding out her mouth, making things all the more difficult for Marquise.

"Where am I?" The girl said in plain english. She seemed to be concious that's good.

"You're outside, in this prison, there's a boy over there and he's fighting a demon." Marquise began, "This woman here is doing what I can only guess is a form of healing you with words and moonlight, and you are pretty close to death. If you can remember what I told you, consider it. Otherwise you're on your own to do as you wish."

Marquise changed his clothes back to the clothes he had originally put on, releasing his Qi in that aspect, but kept his teeth mortal and his eyes blue. His voice no longer having a Irish lilt. He just liked changing his voice, he found it amusing.

"So then woman, are you going to go back and help that boy? This girl looks stable to me."

[Nymn Farshaw]

Apollyon spoke in turn and then told him that he would be the one to die and Sephora would soon join him soon. The same old stuff he had been saying this entire fight. He breathed heavily again. His body ached with pain and trauma.

He didn't know how much longer it would be before he collapsed and died but in his last defiant breath he would end this. He had to, for Sephora and everyone elses sake. He had to end this. Better him then countless others.

He took a shallow, weak breath and looked at Apollyon. Who now was charging at him, closing the 10 foot gap between them close. Nymn tensed as much as he could and went into a half crouch.

3....2....1...Go! He thought in his head as he dropped onto his right hand and sprang up to kick Apollyon in the upper ribs and landing standing full up with his left arm limp at the side so he would aggrivate his left wrist. It sent Apollyon back far enough to make him enough distance for Nymn to still kick him then punch him.

"I am Nymn Farshaw. You hurt Sephora. Prepare to Die." he said and gave a kick to Apollyon's cheek. Connection. The face turned to the side but the body tried to step forward, keeping it so he wouldn't spin. Good.

Nymn pivoted on the leg he kicked with and brought the other leg around to deliver another connection to the neck. He felt through his foot the neck snap and the cheek and jaw bone break. The boy would be dead. He breathed heavy. Gritting his teeth through each staggering breath and clutched his side with his good hand.

He looked up at the night sky, at the stars as they twinkled. Almost without knowing he said it. "Good Always Wins Over Evil - But Not Without Sacrifice." That sacrifice however had been the boy and him and Sephora's pain.

He didn't know what to do or think. He once again had taken a life out of retribution and justice. But he thought about it, was he really doing what was right and just? Or was he just perpetuating the system? Killing people because they killed others. He didn't know or care. That was then...This is now.

He fell to his knees and looked down at the grass. Blood trickled from his nose and head and corners of his mouth. He coughed weakly once feeling the pain and gritted his bloody teeth to show the blood that caked his mouth. He then collapsed onto the ground. Head first into the grass and dirt. He saw the blinding light. Was this his end? Or was it just the effects of his concussion? He didn't know. He. Just. Didn't. Know.

[Yes people I did get permission from Joar to kill his character, even in his next post he will tell you that I did.]

[joar]

Apollyon charged the boy, rushing at him full tilt to capture him and finish the job. But the boy did something he didn't think he had it in him. He dropped onto his good hand and landed a perfect kick to his upper body pushing him back.

The boy then stood fully straight up and delivered another kick that pushed his neck to the side. He felt his puppet lose control. Then as the next kick connected to the already twisted head he felt the anchor to this world be broken. The boy was dead. Neck snapped and now he was being pulled back into Hell.

The Spirit of Apollyon raised above the body as it fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. The boy who killed him seemed to not have much left in him. Ha. He took two lives at the cost of a puppet. A poor trade but at least it would give him a soul to feed to the Pit Lords.

He laughed as he went back into Hell. He would get another chance soon, and this time he would wait and bide his time to become more powerful and gain a more power then that boy could handle and kill him.

"Nymn Farshaw. You will die by my hand and I personally will see to your torture and demise." He said as he laughed, his black and red body heaved with delight at the morbid thoughts of the torture he would bring.

But that was another tale for another time.

[Yes people Joar is dead. Thank you and have a nice day.]

[Lunari Awren]

Lunari's hands slowly moved, releasing a consistant stream of soft lunar energy. Speaking of this, there were two types, what shaman called "Soft," for applications such as healing and minor manipulation of objects, as well as "Hard," for damage dealing, like Lunari had done to the demon boy. Moonlight healing was a complex matter to say the least, but...it certainly seemed better than what this boy was speaking of.

"This woman here is doing what I can only guess is a form of healing you with words and moonlight, and you are pretty close to death. If you can remember what I told you, consider it. Otherwise you're on your own to do as you wish."

Something about that particular statement sent chills down her spine...instant healing, but...how? It just wasn't right to say the least. Lunari was about ready to move on...

"Where am I?"

"This is field where I practice my tribal rituals...moonlight Qi, and martial arts. I consider this area to have the purest light in the area, perfect for applications such as this." Finally, question answered, she could get on with...wait, no another question. "So then woman, are you going to go back and help that boy? This girl looks stable to me." Lunari ignored the disrespectful remark during the context of the situation, cleaning the girls mouth of blood. The Eyes of Luna revealed otherwise. The girls Qi was still in a state of flux, and she was still bleeding. "She's not stable. Hence why I havn't left yet...Twilight Regrowth!"

This ritual was one of the quicker ones, designed to at least get a patient stabilized to the point where she was no longer in danger. Setting an eagle's feather from her hat onto the chest of the girl, the night around darkened, and the circle of light brightened. The real effects of the healing should now take effect. Warmth was a good sign the ritual was working, as well as the stop of obvious bleeding.

[sephora]

Sephora's eyes were blurry, she thought perhaps she was going blind. Was this the last sign of her death? Would she now be taken into oblivion, as she had once been told happened when she died? Couldn't this woman save her? Sephora no longer remembered the woman's name or who she was, but there was magic, and magic could heal, right? Hadn't the boy said he could heal her? She opened her mouth to ask for what he could do to her, when he spoke and stopped her train of thought.

"You're outside, in this prison, there's a boy over there and he's fighting a demon. This woman here is doing what I can only guess is a form of healing you with words and moonlight, and you are pretty close to death. If you can remember what I told you, consider it. Otherwise you're on your own to do as you wish."

Yes, he had said he could heal her. The trees howled softly in the back of her mind, but she couldn't understand them. She was in a prison? What did he mean? He could heal her? So many thoughts, Sephora's head began to hurt. "This is field where I practice my tribal rituals...moonlight Qi, and martial arts. I consider this area to have the purest light in the area, perfect for applications such as this." What did that mean? Sephora felt lost, she felt confused. She just wanted to die and leave this wretched place. Though, the boy said he could heal her...

Suddenly Sephora felt warm. It started where the woman had laid something on her face and spread through her body. With the warmth, though, came pain. And sound. It all happened so fast, Sephora decided that she had indeed died and the afterlife had come to claim her. Her lungs burned and she tried to scream but all that came out was a gurgle of pain. Rolling over, blood poured out of her mouth, she had swallowed much of it as she had beeing coughing and wheezing during the flight from the demon.

Pain coursed through her ribs and arm from the movement and blood kept coming out of her mouth and her stomach emptied itself of it. Once her stomach was emptied, her lungs began to push as much of the blood out as it could, coming from her airways, both through the mouth and nose.

With the return of her life came the return of her Qi, which was the noise which she mistaked as the rush of death. The screaming of the trees came to her as if someone were screaming into her ears and she collapsed in the pool of her own blood, clutching at her head. "BE QUIET!" She screamed loudly in Armenian.

With that, there was silence. Pure, stunning silence. The trees had stopped their callings to her, she had only been able to make out some of their words, mostly about death and wolves in sheep's clothing. She didn't understand. Laying still, she opened her eyes for the first time since the pain had shot through her slight body. It seemed the return of her Qi had caused her to lose control of it, for plants had sprung to life all around her, flowers that were completely foreign to this area. The petals had all been stained red, for they had been covered in her blood. Trying to rise, her hair was stuck to her face, for she too was covered in blood. Giving up the struggle to rise, she tried not to move and cause more pain from her shattered ribs.

Laying, unmoving, the girl looked up and recognized Miss Lunari. "Please," she started, weak from all the blood loss, "help Nymn." It was all she had the strength to say.

[Marquise]

"She seems fine to me, woman." The boys said looking out to the distance, "And it appears there is another injured person in the distance, that boy may require healing. Probably more then this girl."

She's fine now wretched woman. Either you plain don't trust me with a girl or you really don't care for that boys well being, either way you are wasting time, and if I have to, I'll go and heal the boy my way.[/i]

"Girl, I'd very much like to learn this tongue you are speaking," He said to himself quietly, kneeling down and gazing into her eyes as if trying to read her mind. Which, he couldn't of course.

"Please, help Nymn." Sephora spoke, it seemed as though she struggled to get that out.

Yes.... go so I can clean this girl, wash her off of this blood, otherwise it all goes to waste in this field and the life of a child will be at risk tonight as I prowl for dinner. Go, go and save three lives tonight instead of one.

[Lunari Awren]

[Lunari]

"She seems fine to me, woman." That was it, she wasn't going to tolerate this much longer without killing the guy. He was interrupting her concentration. "I swear to Luna, you call me 'woman' again, and I assure you..." She stopped in mid-sentence, making eye contact with the boys eyes...red to orange...and right back. Strange, he didn't appear to be wearing contacts...was it his Qi? Or something different? He had even changed his voice. This would make for one hell of a study at the very least.

Lunari stood up and gazed also at the field of blood flowers, no doubt from the girl. She was a druid. The powers of students never ceased to amaze her. This girl in particular was interesting, she was a lot like Lunari, in many, many ways.

"Please, help Nymn."

Lunari's eyes went into farsight, picking out Nymn's Qi signature. He was alive, but barely. She couldn't be sure the demon was still around though, he had no Qi after all. "Alright...don't move, Solaris and someone else should be here soon..." As a final act, she left the staff implanted in the ground to channel the healing energies of the circle, and with a deft movement of the hand, floated Sephora just a touch above the ground, light would be more comfortable than the hard ground. Lucky she was so light.

And with that, she gave a warm glance to the girl...and a glare to the boy. Something was wrong with him. Maybe she'd grow later to appriciate him...but now right now. She instead started her run to Nymn.

[sephora]

"Girl, I'd very much like to learn this tongue you are speaking," It was the boy who had said this, the boy who had helped to save her life. He knelt down beside her and his piercing eyes met hers. It took her a moment to process what he had said. Now that the pain was not so raging, the overwhelming fatique was hard to overcome. She opened her mouth to tell him she would be glad to teach him when Miss Lunari spoke.

"Alright...don't move, Solaris and someone else should be here soon..." With that, Lunari dissapeared. Sephora's eyes followed her as best they could, for the girl was almost too weak to move. She was having a hard time remembering who Solaris was, but she was sure that if Lunari trusted him he would be ok. The girl had realized that the woman was trying to heal her, not to kill her.

Sephora glanced at the staff that was stuck into the ground. With that, she suddenly felt herself lift off the ground. She instantly missed it, for the earth was the only mother she had ever known. Looking up, she saw that the boy was still with her.

"It is Armenian," she said softly, her hazel eyes meeting his own, "I can teach it to you if you'd like." Her voice was just more than a whisper and she tried to smile but her muscles weren't doing what she wanted. Something was dripping from several places, now that she was no longer laying on the ground, and she realized that it was blood from the puddle she had been laying in. How much had she lost? Was that why she couldn't move, because she had so little blood left?

"What is your name?" Sephora asked gently, trying to get her mind off her of situation. "Mine is Sephora."

[Nymn Farshaw]

Light blinded his sight. He looked both ways, towards the light and towards what lay behind him. Darkness. Complete and total empty darkness. He had seen movies about things like this. You walk towards the light to go to heaven or walk towards the darkness in hopes of going to your body or in other times...Hell.

He definitely didn't want the last choice. He had a 50/50 chance of going to his body but then again he had killed two people. Well two of God's created human bodies. If you counted the Demon. But he had also saved someone and sacrificed his life. Was that not good enough to be sent back to his body?

He just hung there. In suspended animation, neither dying or living as far as he could tell. He would wait it out until he knew whether this was real or just a dream created by the concussion. He took a 'breath' as he sat there, in a world between worlds.

Suddenly he was yanked from that paradise by a shuddering gasp as pain lanced up his ribs. Evidently that breath had been real and the light only an illusion created by the concussion. His vision blurred now as he saw where he was. The ground, a pool of blood that had a small indent from where his head laid and the blood washed over his cheek, neck and hair. He gave a staggering breath as he attempted to gulp air before the pain came up.

He had to get to a position where he could rest easy, for help or death, whichever came first, he didn't care. With his good hand and knees he moved slowly and carefully as to not strain his body to hard to make him collapse again. Crawled to a nearby tree.

As he crawled he used his left forearm to hold his chest up as he moved to not jar them more then needed. Once there he slowly turned and rested his head and back against the tree. His teeth gritted as he sat showing the blood that now stained the teeth.

He gave another weak breath. Vision blurring, steadying only for a moment or two. He looked up through the branches of the trees into the moon lit night. Isolated clouds hung far from the moon's light but he did not look to the moon but to those clouds.

Oh how he wished he could be like one of them. Float along lazily, never worrying about anything except where the wind took them. No worries at all. No pain, no misery, no demons, no more fighting, just endless...freedom..

With that thought he passed out once again. But if he died, they would see he died with a smile on his face.

[Marquise]

"Rest your eyes, tilt your headback, please," The boys said, putting his hand over her eyes and facing her head up, "It's best you don't move, I'd hate for you to struggle anymore."

While he said this, one hand reached under her, letting the blood drip into his hand like a slow running water faucet. He then brought it to his lips and drank the sweet nector. It's metallic comfort did wonders for him, "My name," He began as blood ran from his lips down his chin, only slightly, "Is Christopher."

It was a lie, but nobody, nothing knew his name, and his old name was of a deceased man. So, it wasn't like he was lying for protection, he just doesn't have a real proper name. Unless of course you count Marquise. The vampire name his Sire chose. She had a taste for names like that. She showed him what it meant to be a creature of the dark.

Scooping up another small hands worth of blood he brought the blood to his lips, his fangs were slightly starting to grow out, it was harder to control the fangs and eyes as he drank. It was easy for everything else.

"Well Sephora," He said, blood dripped down to his shirt, he used his Qi to hide the blood stains on him, "It's a pleasure to meet you, and actually I wouldn't mind learning something new."

He wiped his hand on the grass below, wiping his face with his right arms sleeve, again hiding the stain with his Qi. He then said with his true voice which was soothing but also a bit cold in sound, "I must say, I wish we had met before, you seem so..... sweet."

Sweet she is, and even sweeter the fact that she won't die, I won't be blamed for her death, if anything, this is me being good. I am not harming a creature for my benefit, I am simply using what she and the earth is not...

and of course....

a free meal never hurt anyone.

OOC: HUZZAH.... I just wanted to say it, again.

[Lunari Awren]

Lunari's speed was unprecidented, clearing the trail to reach Nymn in no time flat. Her eyes had picked his Qi out around here somewhere, but where? There was a couple signs, a flash of Qi here, and there...but where...oh dear. Lunari at about this time spotted a blood trail, and slowed her frantic searching. She appeared calm, but inside her heart was racing. No one was supposed to die tonight, at least, not on her watch. The teachers when aroused were notoriously slow to get out here, it wasn't really suprising they weren't there yet.

On the ground however, she spotted the trail, leading right up to a tree with a body. Nearly drained of Qi, the life in him was quickly fading; flushed face, irregular breathing. All of the classic signs of imminent death. The head however, was defiant even in this time, grazing the clouds and moon above.

This boy would live, either way.

Lunari kneeled beside him, giving him the once-over. No longer in possession of her staff or scythe, Lunari pulled out a simple handtowel she used when practicing, and wiped down his face at the very least. "I hope to god you're still alive." She said to the unconscious body. "I don't think the girl would be too happy to know you're dead."

She ran her hands inches above his own body, rechanneling lunar energy. There was no way to perform a ritual, so this was at the best shot a supplementary measure. He had to have the will to fight death on his own. "You're going to live tonight. Fight it Nymn. You're not ready for reaper yet."