CUT YOUR FEET (HELCH AND KHIONE)

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It wasn't night yet, but it was definitely twilight. That period between daylight and darkness where there is a soft glow in the sky, shortly after the sun has sank below the horizon. The sky was clear and the sun could shine freely. In the tightly intertwined boughs of Arden Forest, the light was often halted and rendered some areas completely dark. It was these areas that the students and townsfolk had to watch out for, as these were the places where the monsters of Arden Forest liked to lurk and have their lairs. The surrounding area of one was known to be oddly chilled, with cold air and often a frost on the leaves. In this area, an ancient monster currently held its ground against an invading force. There are two types of monsters in the world. The first type are the ones that most people have heard about, the ones that exist in great numbers and are often featured in old folktales and legends. An example of that type would be a Barghest, a lupine-fiend that resembled a wolf, featured in many a english tale. It was this creature that had foolishly strayed too close to the lair of a creature belonging to the other type. The second type of monsters were the ones that no one knew about, the ones that didn't leave any survivors to tell stories. Only the most powerful of heroes could escape its clutches, and even they wouldn't really know what sort of daemon it was, which often leads to many skewed versions of the truth. An example for this type, would be a Winterwight, a malevolent creature from ancient times. It was the last surviving creatures of that race, which was now defending its lair. The winterwight, Helch, sat calmly as it watched the Barghest squirmed. As far as the undead creature was concerned, the dog was already dead. All Winterwights bore a unique curse, known as Blightfire. It triggered when a winterwight made a solid hit and wounded someone, from the spot of the wound a night-black flame would appear and envelop them. The flame wouldn't be hot, but cold, and when it completely surrounded its target, all that would be left was ice fragments. The Barghest was already enveloped, and a moment later the black wolf was no more, shattered into bits of ice that littered the frozen floor of Helch's lair. It was definitely an easy kill, albeit a boring one. He could've just ignored the creature, as it didn't pose much of a threat to him, but that wasn't his style. The creatures and other monstrosities known as the undead were odd sorts of creatures. Either animated by some ancient tradition created by the first laws of magic when the world was set in the stars or raised by the foul necromancy of an old, bitter wizard. For Helch, it was the latter. And for a time, that old wizard was his master... but his time had already come, some hundreds of years ago. Strangely, Helch survived, when the spawn of a necromancer usually fall with him. The winterwight always theorized that he still existed as some dark force in the underworld, a shadow in the voice, colder than winter itself, perhaps silently guiding his actions. But, those were theories, and technically Helch was now free. That didn't stop him from killing though. It was an odd choice. Against popular belief, the undead don't really need to feast on the flesh of the living to survive, that was a myth. In fact, undead really didn't have to do anything to continue their wretched existence. The Winterwights were an even odder sort, with the intelligence of any average human. If Helch had wanted, he could've easily have gone to some archmage and demand that his curse be removed so that he may be put to rest, but he didn't. Instead, he continued to kill, when he was no longer commanded to by his dark master. Perhaps the undead were just evil things that enjoyed the thought of the other beings suffering the pain of such a dark life as theirs. Of course, Helch never really put much thought into such things. He was too busy having way too much fun, by freezing things. It was his passion in his unlife, and it was quite easy to do with his repertoire of cold spells, fused within him on his resurrection. Currently, he spent his time wandering around his lair and making sure everything was proper frozen. Perhaps unbeknownst to him was another being, some short distance away from his lair. This didn't seem to bother him, though, as he continued his "work". Only time could tell whether the stranger sought to bring revenge on the many lives the winterwight had taken..

Words: 600+ Notes: Credits: Eva

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The sun had set but there was still that lovely red glow to the sky. Above the canopy she beat her wings every 5 seconds, the power in them meant that she always rose but her wings out spread slowed her fall greatly. The light from the sun gave her wings a red/purple hue, her hair gave off a red glow where ever the light hit it but her eyes remained their stunning silver.

The fallen angel like everything else in the forest had her own lair, a dead and hollow oak, it like the area she was above was unusually cold, with snow around the oak and slowly becoming frost as it moved away. A beat of her wings pushed her light body even higher, pulling her right wing in close she let her body fall and pulled her wings back allowing her body to free-fall. The cold aura around her became solid in front of her, a thick sheet of ice made the tree limbs move away granting Khione safe passage until she was below the branches.

Once clear of the branches Khione moved the ice to her wings and opened them stopping her fall. She should have winced as her wings hit the trees but the ice on her wings acted as a crumple zone, absorbing the impact force and allowing Khione to stop her wings actually connecting with the tree trunks. She wasn't within the chilled area yet but she pulled her wings against her body and stepped into the chilled air.

Around her the odd leaf was frost coated and Khione heard one or two of them crunch underfoot. The sound remained her of small bones snapping and fresh snow crunching. Both of which were a comforting sound to her. Coming closer to the entrance to this other lair Khione didn't show any signs of feeling to cold, in fact she was in her element here.

Khione didn't know what type of creature this lair belonged to, nor did she particularly care. Not even trying to keep her steps silent she stopped, she wouldn't enter because she didn't know if the entrance contained or was linked to any traps. Instead she was reduced to stretching her wings fully and casting a shadow over the entrance for a few seconds. Her feathers rustled and her wings closed again. Brushing a strand of hair from her her face she sighed.

Aren't you boring.

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Word count: 414
Notes: sorry it's little odd, she'll take a little while to get used too i guess

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Helch never needed to touch something to freeze it. A cold aura that spread out from him served to freeze anything he passed, or at least drained its body heat until it died of the cold. If the target was farther away than 10ft (which was the aura's limit) then he could one of many innate spells to attack, which served the same purpose. Of course, anything that got too close would be a victim of the blightfire curse with a swipe of his claws. So this is how Helch went about keeping his lair, by walking around and making sure everything was still frozen solid. It was an unexpected consequence of keeping such a lair, for if he didn't do this regularly, his things would melt in the summer heat and flood his abode. It was an annoying routine, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Helch was making the finishing touches, when he heard someone approach. Like any good gentleman would, he stopped what he was doing to greet them. The winterwight was surprised to see an angel standing there at his entrance; he hadn't seen one in years. She was a pretty little thing, with her white hair and blue wings, and her cute little outfit. Though perhaps he shouldn't call her little, for this angel was actually one inch taller than him. Helch approached her slowly, head-on. He began to speak. "I am humbled, I truly am." His voice was dull and monotone, nearly robotic in sound. It was the first time the winterwight had spoken in years. "This is not the first I've seen of your kind. Many beings from the upper planes have descended to eliminate me, probably after some faithful man or woman vehemently prayed for vengeance. Some of them are celestial beings and others are angels, like you." "They are overconfident beings, like the ones from the lower planes. They come to me bearing divine arms and magic, and yet I've killed each they've sent against me. They are easily caught off guard, because I have a wider-range of abilities than they know. ...But today, I am humbled, because you are different. You bear the same magic as I, that much I can tell. Your magic will not affect me and vice versa. It would be a battle of blades, and I know your sword will reach me far before my claws can rend you." Now he stopped some ten feet away from her. "However, you've not come here on orders. I've seen enough of your kind to know that you are not heaven-sent; you don't have that stink on you. So, what say we work something out? So that I may continue my own wretched existence for a few centuries longer." Helch shifted a bit and waited for her response, which he hoped would be a good one. He wasn't really worried about being killed on the spot or anything. A being such a Helch didn't survive all these years on his powers alone, but with his wits as well.

Notes: Credits: Eva

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Khione could feel the being inside the lair moving about, the cold aura it gave off was how she knew. She couldn't feel any magic being used but the area in front of her grew colder, as if everything within the lair was being frozen again.

The air stopped growing colder for a second, long enough to Khione to tell she had been noticed. She gazed upon the only Winterwright in existence and smiled, her smile mirrored their souls and the ground upon which they stood. That smile was a dark and cold thing that only one of a dark past and alignment could bare.

She watched his fluid movements, even though they were beings of winter and colder magic they both moved like water. To stay alive as long as they both obviously had fluid movements were a must. She noticed she stood taller than him for once she for flat soled shoes so instead of being about five inches taller she was just one inch taller. As typical of a Winterwright he took his time... for this she was glad.

Khione smiled as he began to speak, anyone else would have found his monotone voice annoying, for her it was comforting. She stood silently and still just letting his words flow undisturbed by her. The male Winterwright spoke his mind calling the heavenly horde and even the hellish angels 'overconfident beings'.

Now he explained why he was humbled and Khione allowed her body to move, this movement was a simple nod. She knew that they were equally matched magic wise and she would have an advantage when it came to close combat because of her reach. although she would also have a disadvantage he would have, her wings helped with her balance and also allowed her to defend her herself. If he took her wings out then she wouldn't be able to fly and her balance would be severally off.

He stopped ten feet away from her and he continued speaking. When he stopped she raised her hand and felt his cold aura, laughing she bowed her wings opening slightly in order to both protect her and give her a lower center of gravity, with them open it also made the bow easier.

You talk about being humbled because of what i am and the magic i bare, yet you are not the only with such feelings. It is somewhat an honor to meet the last Winterwright.

Pulling her wings against her back again as she stood Khione smiled, the upper half of her body had been within his cold aura and she had come out of it with barely any frost on her body. His magic and aura didn't affect her anymore than the snow storms she herself would create. She stepped forward into his cold aura. That one step was enough to bring her fully into the cold, a sigh of relief escaped Khione and she smiled.

How many would have tried to back away by now?

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Word count: 504
Notes: I think Khione is going to become my favorite character.

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The angel was laughing and it made Helch cringe. He wasn't a fan of any sort of 'merriment', laughter included. To him, it was something he was stolen away from long ago, and anyone who flaunts it in front of him deserves to die. He would kill anyone who did this and even torture them. Perhaps this time, he would let it slide. Maybe it was amusing that an undead creature of the night was talking about how humble he was. Now she was bowing, and that came as a surprise to Helch. She wasn't the first to bow to him or anything, many other warriors had bowed out of respect before. There was also that one time where some guy had wanted to pledge his allegiance to Helch, but he died as soon as he entered his 'circle'. He wondered whether this angel was similar to the latter or former. Then, she spoke and validated one of the winterwight's theories. She was different from the others, but that didn't make her special. Helch ignored what she said, but instead concentrated on her gradual approach. The girl was smiling, and that grated on his nerves. He had been watching her carefully, this entire time, and now he felt as though he had enough information. Everything he needed to gauge his next few moves. The winterwight surely did not make it this far on his cold spells alone, she would soon learn that. He approached her slowly and as carefully as he possibly could. The winterwight did not speak, not even make a sound in response to her actions. He preferred actions rather than words. As he walked, he stared into her eyes with a mysterious intent gleaming within them; his eyes hidden under that mask of his. He reached out with both hands, towards the angel's wrists. Helch would grab them and pull her closer, if she allowed him. She wouldn't have to worry about being scratched or anything, due to the gloves her wore on his hands, covering his claws.

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Khione had seen him cringe but didn't stop herself laughing. She had an idea that her simple acts such as smiling and laughter would eventually annoy the Winterwright. She knew he had been watching her closely, she didn't change the way she acted or try to hide anything.

Once she had stepped inside the cooler air the smile faded and she let the cold air caress her body, her muscles relaxed and her wings seemed to droop slightly but her body still held that elegance and pride. He approached her slowly and carefully and the fallen angel stood her ground, wondering what the Winterwright had planned. Although she had no fear of her disliking it at all, if she had to describe his movement she would have said wary but not unsure.

He was silent and stared into her eyes, she could meet his gaze but she could feel his eyes so she lifted her gaze from his clothes to where his eyes were but hidden behind the mask. He reached out and Khione could see that he intended to grab her wrists so she raised them slightly. He took her wrists and it sent a chill down her spine, he pulled her close and where most girls would have gasped or giggled she lifted her wings slightly as an automatic gesture.

By lifting her wings she would give his access to her waist. She let the rest of her body remain relaxed and was actually glad he wore the gloves as she doubted her clothes would offer any protection against his claws and the enchantments of them wouldn't work against him either.

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Word count: not sure roughly 300 i think
Notes: It's a terrible post, sorry, but atm Tazzy isn't her best and she didn't want to leave you hanging but take as long as you want on the reply.

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