RP:Little Kitten... I Think You Should Run.

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Valley of Trees

Jaxon stalks through this valley of trees with a confidence akin to that of a predator that knows its on the top of the food chain. He has a swagger about him, a hunger in his eyes and even though he is dangerously lean of build, there is a strength derived from the curse of the dark immortal that he is coming to master. Or, is this vampiric nature mastering him? When was the last time he was a man? The years seem to have melded into one another. He didn't even know how long he was asleep for this time. A hundred years? Two? It didn't matter. For now he walks about freely once more, fresh blood coursing through is ageless veins, compliments of the traveler a ways back. It was easy prey, and thus lacked the robust flavor of fear and adrenaline that makes the kill, the feast that follows, so much more enjoyable. And then, there was this lust for carnage, for battle and destruction. An endless desire, and never ending hunger for more. This was the curse of Elazul, this was vampirism. And so, walking along in the shadows of the ancient trees, Jax ponders to himself..


Daisy is so lazy! All she has done for the past forever is lie around in the sun and today is no different! There she is, stretched out on her belly in some tall grasses, idly making the head of a small flower bob up and down with a tiny gesture of her tiny claw at the end of her tiny paw. It isn't like she needs to work or anything. That would be responsible and mundane and... and... boring! Unlike lying about in tall grasses. That is where it's at! And a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. What was that!? Footsteps. Confident ones! Her ears perk up and the kitten pushes up to all fours. She peeks over the grasses, exposing only those ears and seekingful eyes. A man. Just a man. Just? Oh kitten. We both know nothing is -just- anything around here. Shhh...


Jaxon is not unlike a cat himself, mayhaps a panther or something of the like, as he continues to stalk through the forest path. A scent, the distant sound of a heartbeat, the rhythmic pumping of warm blood through veins. It was a chorus, a melody so sickening sweet, and it caused that demonic plague he carries within him to burn with that unrelenting desire. Greed was the sin this man encompassed most, sin, it was part of Elazul's essence. Thus it was now part of Jax. He wanted it, whatever it was, before he even set eyes upon it. And it didn't take the vampire long to hunt down the source of this sensation. Within moment the distance between Daisy and Jax is closed, with the man now standing behind her, arms crossed over his chest as he examines the site before him. She seems to radiate ...happy. This causes a twinge in his left eye. There was nothing more vile than one of those always happy, overly smiley types. Spreading love and happiness around like a whore spreads a disease, no matter how hard you try to torment them and cause them unimaginable pain they continue on! Yes, here he stands, having moved with startling speed to gain the ground he has on her, the vampire simply stares and examines the embodiment of sunshine that is before him.


Daisy blinks at the spot she swears she just saw a man. Where did he go? She blinks to her left. Not there. She blinks to her right. Not there either. Hn. Maybe you were just dreaming. Maybe you should get up and do something productive with your time for once. Her little nose wrinkles as she turns to get her bag. "Gah!" FLOOF! Spotting that startling man behind her topples the feline and up goes that fan of peacock feathers she is currently sporting as a tail right in the face of that darkish fellow behind her. Dozens of green and blue eyes stare him down with a light flutter in the stereotypical atmospheric breeze.


Jaxon stands there. And she’s a goofball on top of this. Her sheer pure nature, it angers the man to his very core. She is everything he was put here to destroy. Those clear blue eyes, they begin to edge with sanguine. Yet, even still he has a devilish smile upon his face. Disarming, welcoming even. Death always welcomes its victims into its cold embrace... " Why 'ello cherie, what is such a delightful creature doing out in the forest, all alone?"


Daisy isn't trying to be a goofball! The tail does what the tail wants, leaving her in its wake of obnoxiousness. 'Look at me!' it says, even when the thing she wants most is to just vanish in the crowd. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. Using both paws, she presses down on the tail, parting the feathers and really just looking flustered. "Oh. Hi. I..." Oi! Pay attention. Make a few friends and you forget that not everyone can be trusted. Use your head, girl! Up on her feet, her bag is gathered and slung across her chest. Being so small, she has to look up to meet those edgy eyes. "Resting." Her distance is kept and that tail. Gosh that tail just waves its proud little head behind her in a display of egotistical glory.


Jaxon moves about, his motions fluid, smooth and calculated. He seems like a snake, moving about in preparation of a strike. The tail is ignored. No matter how hard it tries to garner attention, this predator has its sites set on its prey, and the prey is the feline before him. He can see each pump of blood, the outline of each veins seems to raise her fur just a tad. Her heartbeat, it calls to him! " Ah... I have been resting too, yes... for a while now... a good long nap has left me quite..." He pauses, that sinister smile once again forming, revealing a pair of fangs. He continues with. " Terribly hungry..."


Daisy watches the man pace. She knows that look. Of course she does. Think this is the first creature that has ever wanted to eat her? Psh. No. Just look at her. All little and tender. "Oh." She flashes him a smile, finally managing to get that tail of hers to calm down and just rest there on the ground in somewhat of a normal state. Great. Fangs. Stay calm. Don't blink. Well it isn't like he's made of stone. That would be easier than a vampire! "I might have something you can have. An apple or chicken fried rice." Dig faster, kitten. Jaxon is no weeping angel, but Daisy has no madman in a box here to save her either. No shiny paladin to come whooshing in. In this forest, it is just her, and the killer. He inhales, as if he is becoming intoxicated from her scent. She smells of innocence, and it is so very sweet. " Little kitten... I think you should run." Again that vile smile, empty, hollow. and full of evil promises. " Fun as faaast as those little paws can take you. And don't stop, don't look back. And most of all..." The vampire's eyes start to become cloudy, as if blood is seeping into his pupil as he says with a voice so much more terribly darker than before. " Don't make it easy." And with this, without anymore warning, does the vampire lash out with his right claw, those razor sharp appendages aiming to render flesh from bone, and create a scene of gore and blood to soil the perfect embodiment of innocence that stands before him.


Daisy doesn't run. What is the point? He is faster, much faster, than this fat little kitten ever could be. Remaining as calm as she possibly can, the only thing she can't do is slow that racing heart of hers. "Oh, I don't run." She laughs, flipping a paw in the air like some sort of southern debutante. This display is lost in a scream that sends the kitten down on the ground. The face! Why do they always aim for the face? He didn't get her face, though. Her feet push against dirt and grasses, trying to put as much distance between them as she can while holding onto her arm with her free paw. Sharp claws are sharp and vampires intending on blood and gore get what they want. Furry fingers grip at the exposed flesh, swearing they do indeed feel bone. Panting. In pain. Petrified. Yes, she is all of these things. But she is a druid too. Hushed words spill from her lips in a shaky voice. Oh lovely trees with their lovely roots! And here in the valley, there are so many. Thick roots explode from the dirt, ready to defend the little kitten with all their might. Some jab. Some stab. Some dart to wrap around his limbs.


Jaxon is jabbed, wrapped and stabbed by various limbs, from various angles! Blood, thick and dark, drip from his form to taint the forest with his vile essence. Oh, a druid? How long has it been? At least two hundred years since he murdered that enclave of druids, a small gathering, no true masters. But they did taste sweet. While Daisy seems talented, by sheer physical strength is Jax able to break limb after limb, even yanking out the two that stabbed him in the side and leg, before he takes the hand that tore into her flesh, and licks her blood off of his fingertips. Delicious. " A fighting spirit! Yes! You will do, kitten! You will do indeed!" Leaning down a bit, if you paid real close attention, one may see the kinetic energy building up beneath the man's feet, as each muscle in his body tenses, before, even with her attempt to gain some distance, the vampire lunges forth with supernatural strength and speed, lashing out with martial prowess honed over the years of his existence. First comes a straight forward kick, to open up defences, to be followed up by a possible grab even if she is hit or not, as he would attempt to grab the smaller prey and use his vampiric strength to heave the woman into the air. So now, Daisy faces getting kicked with enough force to cause severe damage, or getting grabbed and tossed into the air, where as far as this vampire knows, she has little experience and only one way to go, back down into his grasp. All the while, the killer's wounds begin to heal, as they start to close up slowly, his regenerative abilities still somewhat dormant.


Daisy uses the rooty distraction to get as far from the creature as she possibly can, but it isn’t quite far enough. “Come now,” she pants, clearly worried by now. “I cause hairballs. A drow has damned me for it.” Where is that bottle?! Still scrambling, still searching, still whispering her spells. All of this is in vain as the vampire catches up and kicks her. Punts her, really. Kind of like a furry little hacky sack. So up in the air she goes, making it all that much easier for him to snatch her up for heaving. Up up up into the sky she goes, bleeding all over the place. Probably splashing on Jaxon a bit too! And while there certainly is only one way for her to go, that doesn’t mean she isn’t coherent enough to take a detour. There is barely enough breath in her to force out the words that send cradling branches out to catch the kitten mid-air like mother nature herself is giving that vampire the middle finger. No worries. This bough is not going to break. While those limbs cradle, others swat at that beast in attempt to poke his eyes out. Or his heart. You know. Damaging things.


Jaxon watches as her blood falls like rain upon his pale flesh, the sweet smell, the warm sensation of her life force. Ah, he missed this so! Battle, danger, destruction and bloodshed! He is quick to launch a counter offensive, as he uses his superior strength and razor sharp claws to slash his way through the limbs aiming for vital areas to clear a path on his way towards the feline! He leaps forth again, to try to tear into tender flesh.


Daisy isn’t doing so well right now! Sliced open, kicked, thrown... poor thing is looking something terrible! You’ve got to get away, kitten. Quickly. And for the love of all that is holy, don’t look down. Down below, those branches take a beating. Slashed and torn, limbs fall to the ground - only to be replaced by new ones determined to get in the vampire’s way. Up above, the kitten is carried from tree to tree, passed around like some sort of drug at a hippy circle. She is kept hidden and soon the scent of her blood overwhelms the area. All the trees smell like her, but only one keeps her hidden. She is squeezed into an old squirrel hole where she crawls in so deep that the light of day doesn’t reach those inner walls. Tired. Hurt. She calms her heart and is hopefully safe for now.


Jaxon grows weary, as even vampires do not have unlimited stamina, and so, now that he has her scent, the frenzied murderer is resigned to simply hunt her down another day. He is off, leaving as quickly as he came.