RP:Crest of Monstre
Summary: Irenic gets some actual help.
Edge of Eternal Forest
There are fewer trees here, and although this does lighten the area, it means you can see more of the monsters surrounding you. It looks as if they are preparing to pounce. You had better move quickly or you might not make it out alive. To the south this evil place ends, and to the north grows denser. East are the outskirts of Larket.
Irenic sat on the forest floor with animal blood on his hands/forearm area and a blank stare into nothingness. Long legs only adorned tattered black slacks and they are spread slightly and bent at the knee so his large muscular arms may rest atop them… It is hard to tell if he was bored, angry, or sad for the burnt golden colored beak covers up the fact even though his brow looked sort of severe. He looks down at his featherishly fur covered hands covered in crimson and he almost worries about getting the blood out being quite the OCD one, but wait… That’s right all of the feathers will just fall off in the morning… Again. He’s exhausted, physically, mentally and deep in his soul something was darkening once more in the spots that were turned to light. If anyone came by he wouldn’t care for they usually take off running into the other direction almost immediately after setting their gaze on this massive creature. He starts picking animal guts out from under the sharp claws that used to be the nails on his hands.
Artia | A grown man could be heard screaming and running through the woods, shackles on his wrist and wearing colors as he was in a jail cell. Artia was casually walking behind him, playing a cat and mouse. He was in line to be hung for murder, until she melted away the wall to his cell. The man would fall to his knees in front of Irenic, “Help me! She is going to kill me!” But when the man took in a better look at Irenic he fell backwards onto a flat of his back at the large creature. In a blur of movement Artia appeared, grabbing the man by his hair and tossing him into a nearby tree. Next she would pounce him, drinking from him quickly but stopping as his heart began to slow down leaving him there to die. Standing up she cleaned off her mouth, turning around she spotted the bird creature she saw Irenic turn into. Swallowing hard, “This is real..”
Irenic’s temper didn’t change he didn’t even flinch, he heard them approaching, he doesn’t care. A chilling silver eye looks at the man’s face, “then run.” The low gruff common speaking Irenic was back and heartless as ever and he carelessly watched as he was taken by Artia. Unbeknownst to him he knew this woman, or at least used to before she turned and also, he recently kissed her.. Which he will also fail to remember fully at the moment. Still no expression change when she turns to look at him and when she spoke he realized it was, indeed, his ex fiance, “ah… Was this another one of your finances? I’m losing track.” The prick is back and in full force, if she wanted to slap him for that - now would be the time while he’s still on his ass. “Yeah this is (expletive following ing) real… A real (expletive again) nightmare.”
Artia shock look left as she looked at the beauty he had turned into, “Feel free to lose track of them, as it's only been you. The other I married, and he just goes out and stays gone for days at a time. Doesn't even know I'm like this because he has been gone that long. Again.” She kneeled beside him, “You don't remember what you did to me few days ago do you? How I watched you change and fly away?”
Irenic looks up at her with only his eyes and not allowing his head to tilt up because he just wasn’t really interested in this conversation at the moment, “planned on it.” Losing track of all of her lovers that is, “I seem to have misplaced my violin to accompany this story.” Still ample time to smack the bird across his large beak as he watched her kneel by him out of the side of his good eye. There was silence for a long moment, “now that you mention it, I remember flying off. Anything before that is sort of a blur.” He flicks some unsavory meat from a claw away from them.
Artia shrug, “Not that it matters you kissed me, and tried to carry me to do stuff to me. Your memory swapped back to when we were engaged, and you loved me still. Then you realized you had a part missing, took off. Watched you change and fly off. I'm worried about-” His comment caused her to stand up, not bothering to smack him, instead she aimed her foot to kick him hard in the ribs. “Get out of this mood, I'm concerned for you and your being a prick.”
Irenic held out his hand and her shin met his hand when he pulled back on it to cause her to fall to her ass. He lets out a low groan, “I think not. Try again.” A menacing low and short chuckle vibrated the air between them, “Don’t worry. Why should -anyone- worry about me. They shouldn’t! When the (expletive) did I become so soft? Huh?!” He didn’t have to raise his voice much to carry the weight he needed. “I don’t need any-(expletive)-body worrying about Eldin Corier, or Irenic Older. Whoeverthe(expletive).” He sort of growled with anger, “you’ve seen it. You -know- what I can do and what I am capable of, but you are still here.” Every syllable dripped with menace and a shivering cold. “Why?”
Artia found her shin in his grip, inside for falling to her behind the vines tattoos emerged quickly to brace the ground which would lower her gently before disappearing. “Keep feeling sorry for yourself, like that will make this mess any better. I have seen what you can do, but you haven't seen anything I can do to protect myself from you. Stop being a pansies. You still have a pair, so man up.” She placed her hand at his temple, “Because of this, I care.” Her left hand raised, showing the ring he gave her. While the other hand was at his temple she would quickly send the full memory in a fast forward scene of what happened between them a few days ago. Fast enough his mind shouldn't in hopes not blocked it. “How this happen?”
Irenic doesn’t block her from coming near enough to do the actions she seeks. When she forwards the memory to his own it still doesn’t phase him, “oh.” Is all that is offered before he starts off a rant, “how am I a huge bird? I am not sure. Valrae and I concluded it was a curse of love.” He couldn’t help a scoff at this, “apparently whoever did it made it for whenever I truely said those three words… Not again.” At such close proximity not only would she pick up on her favorite scent from the Avian, but if she is still sensitive to magic she would pick up on the muddled crest on his left peck over his heart. It would be even luckier if she was adept in dark magic. He was letting out another low and slow chuckle at his ridiculous plight, “in the day I have no wings, am mental, and apparently cannot speak common though I understand it. At night I can speak common, but look at me.” His bloodied hands lift as if to display his horrendous self, “what in the actual (expletive).”
Artia hmm, "So I take it the witch and you said those three words to the other then? Thought you couldn't get distracted? You know I tried to bargain for your freedom from Larewen but she wouldn't have it. I at least didn't stop trying." She shrugs, "Maybe you said them to the wrong person, so this happened. Or she cursed you herself because you can't do what female like to do in the bedroom." Crossed her arms, putting a jab at him for the earlier jabs at her. She picked up the smell, the aroma of blood but ignored it as her eyes traveled over his chest to the crest that leaked magic. "What is that?" She points, "When did you get that?" Offering a quick reply to his self pity again. "I would have loved you either way back then whatever you want to be called now, but seriously what is that?"
Irenic wraps his clawed human hands around her biceps and bares his gaze into her own when his voice became full of suggestion, beak nearly touching her own nose, “I think you know better than most I can get by just -fine- without it.” His hands release her when she changes the subject to the fleshy part this body, “you know this too… It’s a crest meaning Monstre, or monster. What I never told anyone was that it was the mark of the orphanage for troubled youth back where I am from… All the sudden you want an Avian tattoo lesson?”
Artia would show no fear, or signs of retreat when he grabbed her. No emotion showed upon the pale visage, "I use to know until you wanted to be an idiot and not make sure I wasn't dead before you ran off and got yourself in all this mess now. You know how stupid that was of you?" She listened closely, he started off again which caused for her to raise her hand wanting to smack him his time but dropped it. It wasn't worth it, especially since he seemed to get a laugh from it all. "You could least be kind that I am even here trying to help you, since it seems no one else cares enough to. So it's a mark, but it looks and pulls with a caress to my magic. I feel there is more..what else is it?"
Irenic still doesn’t remember any of this, “whatever you say.” When she started bossing him around to be kind he sort of growled again, “yeah they care for a minute before running off and accepting kisses from the next joblow.” His glance looks up at something, when did the sun start coming up so fast. He quickly scooted back from her and looked like he was going to stand, but it wouldn’t matter in a matter of seconds. Only making it to his hands and knees he started to scream/yell in agony and pain. His skull felt as if it were being split into two and there were unsavory sounds emitting from the bones of his wings as if someone were shattering them. All of the bird like features seem to shrink or molt off his form leaving tight tawny skin and human hair once more. Bloodied hands bury in his own hair as if he were pulling upon it and once those eyes finally set back on her bloodshot and a little watered from how painful the shift is. Only she would understand Veretian with the earrings as he sat back on his feet and his arms drop heavily at his sides, “Artia… I am so tired… I’m so exhausted.”
Artia eyed him, “Ah that's why the pity cards are being played, she broke your heart. Chased after the wrong witch, hah.” She shook her head, until he began to change. His change made her cringe, the sounds and way his bones along wings switched up. Leaving even, to leave behind an Irenic sitting back on his feet. Her expression went soft, not the stone cold like earlier. Climbing to her feet, offering her hands to him. “Let's get you to the ranch to rest and some drink, yes?” Lord he needed her help, it would take a lot of patients if she had to deal with the bird jerk side of him.
Irenic took her hand to help his six foot eleven self up and swing an arm around her to help him walk. No limp, just exhaustion. “What’s happening to me…” Same gruff tone just not as lucid as when he’s a bird. “How did I get here…” Mismatched gaze looks down at the woman next to him, “Artia… Right?” He would allow her to lead him wherever.