Midna-Phobia

A Robin's Heart

“You’ll have to give me tips then. French class in killing me!” Summer said with a small laugh. She went slightly quiet at the mention of his parents, as it had been a topic she had been trying to avoid and she looked down shyly. However at his question the girl looked back up at him and smiled gently, nodding. It wasn’t that she had anything against his friends; it was just that she didn’t know them yet and she wasn’t sure how to act around them. Even with Dick… despite everything it was just always so easy. Sure they hadn't seen each other for a while, and it would take a while for her to figure out how exactly to act around him, what she could talk about and what to avoid. But he still seemed to be the same kind-hearted guy underneath. His thirst for vengeance was something new to her and although Summer tried to understand it, it just didn’t seem like the old Dick Grayson she’d known. There were bound to be changes over the years. Eventually she nodded slightly, brushing some of the dark brown hair out of her face. “That sounds nice.” She eventually agreed. “But don’t tell the circus… pretty sure they’d fire me if they found out I was eating burgers.” She laughed softly.

A Robin's Heart

Okay just one other thing how are you on secondary characters? A fan? Not? Just so I know if we should bother spending time on the friends, giving them characters or not.

Within Darkness

His lungs felt like they were on fire and he hadn't even run that far. The girl continued to shout to him and he glanced over his shoulder for a moment to see if she was gaining. Despite the injury and his weakness he was still out pacing her. However the snow made it difficult to run. After a few more steps he tripped, rolling a few more metres before he simply came to rest in the snow, staring up at the sky and breathing heavily. The sky was oddly blue today, he noted as he lay there. No doubt all the dark gray clouds that had been looming overhead yesterday had stormed out during the night as he’d slept. Glancing over to the side he saw the girl still standing there in the snow and he sat up eventually with a wince, dusting the white powder out of his hair as he looked at her. She certainly had no fear. Walking into daemon territory, chasing a complete stranger half way through the woods. A very off girl, but strangely she reminded him a lot of her. Maybe not as smart… but they had this same blind desire to help. Hopefully it didn’t get her killed one day.

A Robin's Heart

Wonderful ^_^ Although I'm also happy for you to put your own spin on him, give him a personality you're comfortable with. So long as you're happy with the character I don't mind if it's not 100% accurate.

Beyond the Wall

I made the assumption yes, sorry. But for your intro post, if you like you can write how she got there maybe? If not I'm happy to re-write it if you like?

Within Darkness

People went about their usual duties during the day. It was always interesting to watch them, the way they had no fear during the day. When twilight came he always noticed how much more rushed they became, more frightened and their glances kept drifting towards the wall, which loomed in the skyline. He often wondered why they thought it kept them safe. Why did they think the daemons didn’t cross it? Maybe they thought they did, and it was why they hid in their houses before night fell and boarded up the windows. Not that it would stop a daemon if they really wanted to get in. He wondered what they thought he looked like. When he saw a girl approaching the boy stood, taking a few uncertain steps backwards in the snow as she approached. When she called out to him he took a further few steps backward, stumbling over his own clumsy feet and falling to the snow with a wince. The boy grabbed at his side as he quickly climbed back to his feet and turned, running and heading straight for the wall. He hoped the girl would not follow him. Then again he also realised she’d probably think him insane for willing running towards the wall. Or perhaps she’d think he didn’t know any better. He really wasn’t sure when through the minds of girls sometimes. Especially this one who was so foolish as to cross the wall willingly.

Within Darkness

Cade and the female fought for a long time, even after the girl had escaped, it had become more about pride by then. However her size eventually overpowered him and the female moved to stand over him, screeching; that same tearing metal noise radiated through the night, piercing even the blizzard. People who lived in the village would wake from their sleep at this noise and check the beds of their loved ones, for it was generally only a noise made when the daemons discovered humans within their realm. This time it was also a warning, a warning that the next time he crossed her she would finish what she started. Standing Cade began limping back towards his den, a think, blue liquid dripping from the gaping wound in his side. Crumpling into the fur-lined cavity beneath a great tree. Curling up the daemon let his exhaustion overtake him as he drifted off to sleep. It was another night he would go without eating, but he was almost getting used to that now. ** A strange fact people did not know about the daemon territory was that it actually extended beyond the wall, the a small stream on the other side, near the village. Why had the wall been built further into their territory then? No one was really sure, even the daemons, with their long lives, had forgotten that piece of ancient history. However the next morning a boy, barely a man in his own rights, could be seen sitting on the far side of that steam, now frozen in the cold of winter and partially covered by snow, legs dangling into the ditch as he watched the village beyond. He had dirty, sandy blonde hair and dark eyes and seemed to be wearing some kind of animal pelt.

Daemons

As the girl placed her hand on his hide, she’d feel the strong skin also had a smooth feel to it. However Cade flinched visibly at the touch and hissed at her, his tail snapping near her hand swatting it away. He was not about to take help from a human. He didn’t need it and he didn’t want it. The wound was deep, but not life threatening. Even so, there was nothing she could have done to help him. A growl rumbled deep within his chest and he pressed himself further away from her. Watching the girl again for a few moments he stood suddenly and turned so that he was facing the other way, the wound now exposed to the cold as he settled back into the tree. After a long wait Cade settled his head onto the ground, letting his eyes close. She may not want to get any sleep, but he needed rest. He was hungry, and she smelt good and he hoped that sleep would help curb the temptation to eat her. Being small for his kind he found the winters were harsh when food was low. Fights often broke out over it and more often than not the smaller would lose out. The big got bigger and the smaller eventually died off. Survival of the fittest. It was the way of their kind.

Daemons Beyond the Wall

The air was cold, soft flakes of snow drifted gently towards the ground, adding to the thick layer of soft powder already covering the ground. Twilight was upon the abandoned city beyond the Wall and although most still slept one walked the streets, surrounded by crumbling building and reminders of the past. Some of it was caused by natural deterioration of the stone; a lot of it was caused by fights between the inhabitants. For life to the south was hard; especially during the winter when food was so scarce. Feet padded silently through the snow as the horse sized creature moved slowly, four log legs kept the dark body out of the show. Its movements were reminiscent of a hunting cat, the way it seemed to stalk even when there was nothing around. Sensitive ears listened for the slightest of sounds, any kind of movement that could have been caused by something unlucky enough to become dinner. For daemons were up amongst the highest of apex predators. The same as the sharks installed fear in sea-farers and crocodiles and alligators terrorised the swamps and waterways the daemon was the fear of the south. There was no creature on land that they feared. Daylight was swiftly disappearing and the darkness was taking hold, their natural element as their bodies camouflaged perfectly with the night. However a crumbling city was hardly a place one would think to see creatures like this. Yet it had been the place the daemons had made their home. The city itself was surrounded by forest, though with the winter the trees were bare and offered no protection against the cold, wind or snow. Beyond the forest was a small stream, iced over now with the winter chill and partially covered in snow, a large stone bridge still managed to make a safe crossing point. Beyond that stream was the Wall; a high testimonial of stone easily taller than a house secluding them away from the rest of the world. Over the years small holes had appeared in it and some ever foolish or curious humans had crossed over for reasons unknown. Most were never heard from again. What actually lie beyond the wall was a mystery to him, however. For even though humans had thought to invite themselves into the daemon’s domain, no creature of darkness had ever crossed over to the human side. It remained a mystery to them. And they were content to leave it that way.

Daemons

Despite the howl of the wind and his own heavy breathing, Cade heard the small whimper close by. The girl had made it past the wall, but not yet the river. Somehow he’d managed to get in front of her. Walking over to her he began sniffing around her. She felt cold to the touch, and he knew she was slowly freezing out in the cold. Looking up he walked around her a few times. The village was beyond his boarders, so he could not venture there. So it seemed she would have to remain here for the night. Walking up to the girl he hissed again and moved to the nearby tree. After a few minutes he’d managed to dig out a sizable hole beneath the roots and walked back over to the girl, taking hold of her coat in his mouth the daemon began dragging her towards the hole, pushing her inside before following suit. He pressed his body up against the hole, blocking out a lot of the wind and the snow. Despite everything, the earth around them radiated with its own slight warmth and his skin felt warm to the touch, though blood still dripped from the wound in his side. He didn’t expect the human to sleep, not with a natural predator so close. But at least she wouldn’t freeze.