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The cold air stung his lungs as he ran, feet flying through the snow. All around him other dark shapes of daemons were starting to emerge from their dens, some of them looking at him curiously as he ran past, no doubt wondering why he was in such a rush, or perhaps why he was awake at all. Soon the entire clan would be awake. But he didn’t care right now. The only thing that mattered was getting to Cade. He needed to see what all the fuss was about. Another deafening screech echoed through the forest. He vaguely recognised that screech as well. It was a younger female… maybe about Cade’s age, a bit older. But she was smaller. He felt confident Cade wouldn’t come out of the first too damaged. For as vicious as they were daemons rarely killed their own kind unless they absolutely needed to, certainly never over food. The fight would be frightening to an outsider, but relatively calm in terms of daemon fights. Skidding to a halt in the small clearing where his den-mate was engaged in battle. “Cade!” The creature looked at him for a moment, before casting his gaze to the left slightly before he reengaged in battle with the female. Looking over to the side he noticed a set of tracks. Quickly running over the boy looked down in surprise. Human tracks. Taking off after them he barely glanced back as the fight continued. He doubted it would last much longer anyway; most daemons didn’t like wasting their energy during the winter on fights. He was easily able to close the distance between himself and the human, they were confused and doubling back on themselves a little. He was more surefooted in the snow and knew the forest better. A dark shadow flashed in front of him and the boy wasn’t able to stop himself as he crashed full on into it. Looking down he realised he’d crashed right into the human and was now lying on top of her. “It’s alright. It’s alright.” Luka said as he quickly backed up off her, holding up his hands as he looked to her cautiously. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I can’t believe I ran into you.” Summer replied with a small smile. “I mean I knew you were in Gotham… but the chance we’d end up in the same school at the same time…” Looking over the menu as Dick spoke she smiled slightly, giggling just a little. “Well I, for one, am going to feel no guilt whatsoever about eating this. My mum wants me to have a ‘normal’ year and do ‘normal teenage stuff’ and if going to a diner and stuffing my face with greasy junk food isn’t a normal teenage thing then I don’t know what is. That being said… you can order for me okay? I’m sure your know which burgers are better than me. But I want a vanilla shake.” She added the last part with a cheeky smile, like she was a five year old getting caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
At first it was a faint scent that hit his nose. Lifting his head Cade sniffed the air and hissed dryly. It was a scent he recognised, a scent that he shouldn’t be smelling. Walking along with a more dangerous intent he shifted so that he was lower to the ground and began stalking through the forest on the outskirts on the city, following the scent as it began steadily growing stronger. Eventually the soft sound of crunching snow reached his acute ears but still the predator remained hidden. He’d circled around the figure fumbling through the now, so that he was between him and the wall, making direct escape much more difficult. A soft, but impatient hiss escaped the daemon’s mouth as he began closing the gap between himself and the intruder. It had been a long, very harsh winter and he was very hungry. Humans were hardly his idea of a meal and this one wasn’t fully grown yet, hardly a meal. However it was better than nothing and humans often made an easy meal, especially when they wondered so willingly into daemon territory like this. He had sometimes wondered why they did this, was life on the other side really so horrible that they would rather risk life with monsters? Or, perhaps they did just not know better. Finally deciding to move the creature began closing the gap and stepped out of the darkness, its dark body shining in the moonlight. A dry hiss escaped the creature’s mouth, the dry noise causing fog the air from the heat of his breath. However even as he stepped closer yet another dark shape appeared out of the darkness just to the right of him, another Daemon, though this one was female and slightly smaller. Cade turned to her instantly growling, the deep noise rumbling deep within his chest as she hissed back at him. The pair of creatures stood rigid as they stared each other down for what seemed like the longest time before Cade burst forward in an unbelievable display of speed for a creature his size and shot straight towards the female, who screeched; a noise reminiscent of tearing metal, as his claws slashed at her side. On almost the other side of the city the screeching noise woke up another residence of the land south of the Wall. Bolting upright he looked around himself for a moment before quickly hurrying off towards the sound of the noise once he realised his den-mate was missing.
At first it was a faint scent that hit his nose. Lifting his head Cade sniffed the air and hissed dryly. It was a scent he recognised, a scent that he shouldn’t be smelling. Walking along with a more dangerous intent he shifted so that he was lower to the ground and began stalking through the forest on the outskirts on the city, following the scent as it began steadily growing stronger. Eventually the soft sound of crunching snow reached his acute ears but still the predator remained hidden. He’d circled around the figure fumbling through the now, so that he was between him and the wall, making direct escape much more difficult. A soft, but impatient hiss escaped the daemon’s mouth as he began closing the gap between himself and the intruder. It had been a long, very harsh winter and he was very hungry. Humans were hardly his idea of a meal and this one wasn’t fully grown yet, hardly a meal. However it was better than nothing and humans often made an easy meal, especially when they wondered so willingly into daemon territory like this. He had sometimes wondered why they did this, was life on the other side really so horrible that they would rather risk life with monsters? Or, perhaps they did just not know better. Finally deciding to move the creature began closing the gap and stepped out of the darkness, its dark body shining in the moonlight. A dry hiss escaped the creature’s mouth, the dry noise causing fog the air from the heat of his breath. However even as he stepped closer yet another dark shape appeared out of the darkness just to the right of him, another Daemon, though this one was female and slightly smaller. Cade turned to her instantly growling, the deep noise rumbling deep within his chest as she hissed back at him. The pair of creatures stood rigid as they stared each other down for what seemed like the longest time before Cade burst forward in an unbelievable display of speed for a creature his size and shot straight towards the female, who screeched; a noise reminiscent of tearing metal, as his claws slashed at her side. On almost the other side of the city the screeching noise woke up another residence of the land south of the Wall. Bolting upright she looked around herself for a moment before quickly hurrying off towards the sound of the noise once she realised her den-mate was missing.
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.
Name: Mari Age: 14 Appearance: Short in height, about 5'2" with an athletically lean body she has shoulder length white-blonde hair with a light wave to it framing a round, childish face with large icy-blue eyes. Name: Cade Age: 216 Appearance:
I like to keep my CS's simple, so that personality and history can come out and develop as the RP goes on. That being said you're welcome to include more if you like. Name: Age: Appearance:
This is a closed RP between myself and rocketrobie2
Summer walked the mostly empty halls on her own, looking out to the small grassed area centred in the middle of a courtyard in the school, the halls she walked down where covered, meaning you wouldn’t get wet if it was raining but there were no windows so a nice fresh breeze blowing through the hallway. It made Summer smile slightly and she decided she’d rather out here than in a crowded cafeteria, the fact that no one was out here was only a bonus. It wasn’t that she was antisocial, she just didn’t know any of these people, and she wasn’t sure how well she’d get on with any of them. They were just from different worlds. Even so she still actually needed to get her lunch and the girl making her way into the cafeteria. She watched the kids in line and approached quietly, taking a place and waiting in line. Now for most of the day Summer had her head down, trying not to draw attention to herself of be noticed. Now though, she felt a little more confident and actually looked around. Already she could make out the clique tables. The popular kids, the jocks, the nerds. She’d more heard about this odd social behaviour but never really had a chance to observe it before. Her eyes scanned over the large room and Summer tried to drown out the sounds of hundreds of voices all talking at once. It reminded her of the circus… so many things reminded her of the circus. Even that boy over there. Her eyes came to rest on one figure, who seemed to have just walked in and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him. Unconsciously she left the line and began walking over to him, her hazel eyes fixed on that mop of black hair, completely forgetting about her place in line for lunch. At first she thought maybe she had been mistaken. Even as she got closer she still wasn’t sure. It had been so long and he looked so different after all these years. But he looked the right age; it was certainly the right city and had very similar physical characteristics. Stopping a small distance from him Summer nibbled at her lip, unsure whether to approach him or not. Eventually though she pushed the nerves aside and decided she really had nothing to lose by asking. If it wasn’t him, then it wasn’t him. If it was… then what? What if he didn’t remember? Or what if he did? What if he did but he didn’t want to be around people like her anymore? “Dick?” Before Summer fully realised what had happened she was standing before him and the words had escaped her lips. “Dick Grayson?” Oh well. Too late to turn back now.
It was a warm morning in Gotham City. The summer was coming to an end, so the air wasn’t dry or unpleasant and held the slightest chill to it, a sign of the oncoming autumn. Still she pulled at the school tie uncomfortably, gripping the strap of her bad a little tighter as she walked up to the large, very intimidating building. All around her students walked past her, happily chatting to their friends after summer break, completely oblivious to her feelings of being overwhelmed and way out of her depth. Now Summer was not a shy person, not by any measure of the word. Then again you couldn’t really be when you had to get up and perform in front of crowds every night for years of your life. As such, she was able to suppress those small butterflies of nervousness banging loudly against the walls of her stomach and offered every person she passed, and she passed a lot of people in those halls; a smile, a wave and a ‘good morning’. Needless to say this was probably an odder behaviour than if she’d simply kept quiet and not said anything to anyone and a lot of people were left confused by their encounter with her, wondering if they should have recognised her. It’s alright Summer. She assured herself as she started to notice the odd looks. It’s just like a performance. Smile and don’t let them see how much they scare you. Or how absolutely clueless she was. This place was huge and she spent a lot of that morning walking around feeling very lost and out of place. By some small miracle she managed to find her locker and put her bag inside, happy to be rid of the weight and extra bulk before taking out her schedule and trying to figure out where and what class she was actually supposed to be attending. She made it to the first class without too much drama, though this had mostly been due to good planning on her part, thinking to arrive early enough to give her the extra time she’d need in case she got lost. The school was big, but well designed, so it wasn’t that hard to find her classes as the day went on. Regardless she was more than happy when lunch rolled around and she was given a moment to just take a breath and not have to worry about being late to her next class because she was lost or being suffocated by the hoards of students.
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