RP:The Blood Vial
Location: Eastern Town in the Trees
Characters: Daisy and Fingon
The well trodden path continues to snake its way through this snug forested town nestled amongst the trees. All around, sounds of life spring forth and you wonder at the skill and devotions of the original builders. Southward lies a narrow dirt path, where light traces of blood can be detected upon the dirt. To the north you notice what appears to be an archway formed from the intertwining of aged saplings and overgrown bushes.
Daisy needs to enter in an entering way. Isn't that how these things are done? We have a space with trees and a path and saplings and bushes and well of course there is blood on the dirt. Why wouldn't there be? It never rains here. Except for today. Perhaps today there is rain. Pouring rain. How does this affect the kitten? It doesn't. She grins widely with her arms out and spins along the path with her face to the sky. Drenched she is. Beautifully so too.
Fingon hates the rain and it always put him in a foul mood. Being the shirtless, short fur, hot blooded centaur that he is, the rain just wasn't his thing. His crimson hair sticks to his back and shoulder, and his tail sticks to his rear legs making things uncomfortable. His, prey, victim, his next meal, whatever you want to call it got away and he was not so happy about this either. The tall stallion walked holding a giant mushroom over his head , doing his best to keep his upper half dry. Most would see the red and yellow mushroom as a dangerous plant, but with him, he was able to touch it without worry. A rabbit crossed his path and looked up at him, in which he blew down towards it, causing the little creature to feel sick and move out of his way.
Daisy spins and turns and leaps and actually breaks into song like some sort of Disney movie. There's birds and everything, you know. "I'm singing in the rain! Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again. I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above. The sun's in my heart and I'm-- oh~" The birds scatter as she stops and blinks up at the much taller than her four feet tall centaur. "Hello." Smile for the male, kitten. Hoof prints on your face aren't in fashion right now.
Fingon looks down at Daisy in a sneer as he takes the time to eye her and see if she is worth the trouble to try and satisfy his blood lust. The naked centaur laughed out loudly and spoke in a deep, somewhat dark and shadowy voice that would make the hair on most stand on end. "Oh look, another out alone and so small too. " He tosses the giant mushroom to the side, where it broke into pieces, where some small black ones grew and started to eat it and decompose it, creating a foul smell in the air. "A kitten out for a walk by herself. This should be fun." His red eyes narrowed as he looked her over again, "Give me a reason to leave you be and I might let you get away with all of your blood." He flashed sharp pearly fangs at the female, with a slight grin.
Daisy has to admit that this is the first time she's ever been threatened by a vampire around these parts. Keep calm, kitten. Brighten your smile and take a very calm step back. "Furballs." She reaches up with a little paw and pets her throat. "They get caught and that isn't a good time for anyone." Now a compliment and a sweeter smile. "I bet you like good times, hm?"
Fingon snarls and steps closer, making sure his steps are high and stomp down to leave hoof prints in the pathway, "Oh, I love a good time, sweets, but you have no idea what a good time to me is." He bent over and got in her face, "One hairball isn't going to turn me away from tasting your blood. I'm no vampire, but I share their diet and I love it. Give me a taste and I won't make you sick." He laughed and the plant life within a five foot radius died and turned black as more mushrooms of black and red, yellow and strange colors popped up to eat away at the dying plants.
Daisy doesn't really like being bitten. It happened once and she nearly died because of it. Of course it was a gift for a friend, but that doesn't mean things always go as planned. Ah stories for other days. That smiles is held. Well now what? Running never works. Besides, he has four legs. Two more than what you've got, kitten. Up a tree? Ha! You'd just die from the height and then where would you be? Oh, there he is. She blinks one eye and then the other with her patented wink-blink and then lifts her chin to kiss his nose. "You're cute." What are you doing!? This guy is sucking the life out of everything and you just... Well okay you can do that to, but still.
Fingon bares his teeth at Daisy and opens his mouth to lightly breath on her to try and make her slightly sick or feel nauseated. He then proceeds to try and pick her up by her neck, to hold her at his level, "You will find that all your mushy actions will get you nowhere with me. I am not one to love so easily." He takes in a deep breath to inhale her scent and the smell of her blood, then turns her toward the sick rabbit he had plagued, and makes her watch him stomp on it, killing it instantly, "That will be you." All he wanted was a few drops of her blood, and that is when a pendant forms in his hand and he holds it up, "Giving me some of you blood and you will be free to go. I might even make you feel better."
Daisy’s stomach turns from his breath. Seriously. Someone needs to invent the toothbrush already. Or mints. Hey! You've got some mint! Too bad your head isn't clear enough to fetch the herb. Nausea overcomes the poor feline, making it impossible to dodge that grab at her throat. Why her throat? You can't just snatch someone up by the throat and ask them questions and expect them to answer. Little paws with kitten claws dig at the wrist connected to the hand around her throat. She smells good, you know. Like sunshine and cookies. Or cheesecake. Mmm. That does sound good right now. Focus, kitten! He is stomping bunnies and you want cheesecake. What is wrong with you? "Mreah..." That's all she can get out cause. You know. Choking. By now her feet have moved up to claw and kick at that arm holding her up.
Fingon let those claws dig into his flesh as he smiled and let the pain continue. His other hand flexes and then he raises with a twist, thorny branches burst from the ground and form a small living cage, where he drops Daisy to keep her contained. Reaching for the dead rabbit, he holds it in front of her, and tosses the crystal vial pendant to her, "Fill it, or more little creatures like this will meet the same fate, but I will make it a slow and painful death. You an me both know that a rabbit scream is unbearable to listen too. Or perhaps I should find a kitten and slowly make it die?" He ripped the rabbits head off and yanked it's heart out and ate it, leaving the rest of the creature to rot and become rancid.
Daisy figures this horseyman doesn't realize she is a druid. Is this planty cage really supposed to contain her? Escape will have to wait. Right now she is busy gasping for air and rubbing her little corgietush she just landed on. That rabbit is mutilated in a truly disgusting way, bringing a glistening shinyness of a thought to her eye. Oh there's that little smile of hers. Devious little kitten. "How many?" The vial is picked up and held between two claws in front of her nose. Soft druidery whispers escape her lips. You'll hear it then. Thunder? It is raining. Pouring, for those who just came to watch. No. Not thunder. Feet. Dozens of them. Big feet belonging to little creatures with long ears. Those bunnies surround the druid pair with twitching noses and cottontails. Beady eyes stare the centaur down in that creepy way only bunnies can do.
Fingon looked up and he laughed again at the little bunny army. "Is this how you want to play? Fill it up! All the way!" he yelled at her. His breath now smells like fresh blood again, and he snaps his fingers and all kinds of stinging insects and bugs dig themselves out of the ground, while his favorite, the mosquito's appear. He reaches for one of the rabbits again, grabbing a large one and holds it up, while in his other he holds a scorpion, ready to sting at any moment. "Do it now! Or your little friends will see what will befall them next. Their food will be tainted and their water will be full of the plague." He thought for a moment and made sure to try and summon rats next time and their expertise of spreading plagues and diseases. All he wants is that blood and he was growing angry. He stomps the ground irritably, and eyes the rabbits, "They will be next and I will collect their little hearts and make a feast out of them. I will eat them alive like I did my parents."
Daisy swats at the mosquito's that dare to wander into her little cage, which is withering as Fingon speaks by the way. While he was busy calling upon his swarm, she was busy growing a fungus that eats thorny bushes! Albeit slowly. Especially since her magic is concentrating on calling more reinforcements. The bunnies are still here though! And that guy just snatched up their buddy. The thunder rumbles again as each one of those cuddly creatures rapidly stomps a foot. One in the back with a white and blue face lifts up on it’s hind legs and you swear it yells, “Freedom!” before they all charge for the centaur. Is that one wearing a kilt? Hn. Chaos ensues! Bunnies of all color, cause we’re not racist in this forest, swarm the Fingon. Nearly a hundred of them pounce at once. Oh no! That bunny was taken down by a mosquito bite in the eye. Medic! Medic!
Fingon continues to hold the rabbit in his hand as the others pounce at him, and he turns to eye Daisy, then places his scorpion filled hand next to the rabbit and watches it sting the helpless creature. It screams and he walks around the thorny cage, kicking some of the rabbits while others bite him, but that pain drove him to do more. He rears up and stomps down on some of the others, watching as they drag themselves away, paralyzed from the middle of the back down to their rear legs. The scorpion crawls up his arm and onto his back, freeing the stallions hand to slice the rabbits belly with one of his sharp nails. He smiles and laughs the whole time, and tosses it aside to let it die slowly and painfully. He raises his arms as more thorny vines sprout from the ground and wrap around the old ones. "You are a fool! Do you think your little gardening trick would fool me? No! Fungus is my thing, you petty creature. I know when it starts growing and when it dies!" Blood runs down his legs as the tall centaur continues to walk in a circle around the cage and stomps rabbits, even picking some up to slice their bellies and throats, coating the stallion in their blood. "Fill that up with your blood now, or this will continue and you will have to listen to their screams." This time tossed one of the sliced rabbits into the cage after paralyzing it.
Daisy doesnt want to give up her blood! How weird is that? Just a little bit in this vial and all her little friends can go home. Poor things. They fight so bravely! Tired and wounded, they charge on, doing their very best to overcome the much larger centaur and his army of stingingness creatures. You can fix it, kitten. You can stop all this madness! She looks at the vial and then in her bag. There is a knife there. It isnt so big, but it is very sharp. She uses it for herbery, you see. The vial is opened and she frowns. “No.” That vial is thrown right at Fingon’s face, aimed for that spot right between his eyes. She turns and hacks at the brush with her knife, pushing through the thorns and stabbing tears at her arms and legs and damnit! She’s gonna have to sew her dress back together. Again! Bunny warfare tactics have changed and now they stampede! Circling and darting around the centaur’s legs to keep him from getting to Daisy before she can escape her planty prison. Stumbling from the brush, our sweet kitten manages to find her feet. You gotta try! And she darts down that narrow path just there, in search of a good hiding spot.
Fingon snatches the vial and lets her escape, then takes one of the fighting rabbits and slits its throat to fill the vial, "Then know that with this blood, I will find a way to harm all your little friends here. Eventually, there won't be any rabbits left." He placed the pendant around his neck and commanded the thorny vines, watching them wrap around rabbits and squeeze the life out of them, slowly. First some of them suffocate. Others have vines growing down their throats. In a smoky like fashion, a bag forms around the centaur's waist and he starts to collect the hearts of the dying rabbits, letting them scream in pain. Other's he breathes on again and watches as they become sick and lie on the ground kicking and writhing in pain. The mosquito's and scorpions go about their business of biting and stinging, before they are killed by being eaten or smashed. He crushes the skulls of many of the rabbits, leaving none left to see the light of day again. "May these disgusting creatures feed the blood thirstiness of the night!" He let the smell of decomposing and rotting corpses carry through the area, and he walked over to Daisy's spot, well trotted, and sent his plague like breath over her again to sicken her deeply to the point she wished she would have stayed home. "I hope you die, little one. Filling this up, would have saved them all." He laughed and went to drain the blood from the rabbits, letting it splatter all over him, to coat his chest and back, down to his arms and even his hooves. He let his fine black coat stay clean from the metallic tasting material.
Daisy remains hidden and quiet but is still able to see that brave army die for her. Every last one goes down. It is a shame. But the good news is, those things reproduce at a rate that is just downright alarming! Fingon moves closer and all she can do is curl up further into the back of her hiding place. Hah! That is what you get for being so big while she is so small. Oh god... seriously. Someone get this guy some mouthwash. She passes out from it this time, thankful she doesn't puke from the gross.