A Dæmon's Tribulation - Roleplay Thread

"Not exactly. Think more like a regular loaf of bread with cinnamon inside." Violeta replied, Heru fluttering into his silk moth form and sliding into her pocket as his owner handed over the sweet buns. 

"Pretty much what Violeta said." Heru added, nodding his little head from his new hiding place 

"Personally, I enjoy the sweet breads, especially the brioche! It's amazing with goat butter! That's pretty much the only milk producing animal we can take on the boats anyways." Heru commented, having a bit of a sweet tooth like his human. Violeta had to giggle at that. 

"Heru here is Mr. Sweet Beak to the kids in the clan. Nobody other than me has gotten a Daemon yet, but the Clan is actually hoping more of them will. We looked up some old records from when humans and daemons got along, so as far as we could tell, Gyptians in particular got along well with them." Violeta told Conorach, watching her Daemon eat it's cereal. 

"So what kinds of animals can you turn into? I can do silk moth, burrowing owl and red hawk." Heru asked Aligerous out of curiosity, his shimmering wings looking opalescent in the sunlight 

"Boo" A crow suddenly made itself appear right in front of Roku, right when she made her exit as well as another very big bat that looks like a fox and in the series of event after event, The red raccoon rat looking thing caught up to her and grabed on to her sleeve and make her stumbled on her stepped ultimately stopped her in her track before she reached the safety of the bushes. This is bad, people are going to look her way soon, adults.

For the animal not so big, it pocessed some unexpected strength. The thing with this though is that when a dog, however small they are, when they grabbed on to you you'd usually allow it to assert its strength in fear of accidentally hurting it

Roku is, the type of person who would hurt a dog

She pulled and throw her hand around to try to throw the daemon off with all her strength. Before resort to using her feet to try to kick it away. Yagi is obviously unhelpful and Roku was so in the cornered animal state she forget about her newly develope shadow power.

If she was scared of a red panda before she's terrified of the Flying fox now. She did noted the weirdness of the animal when she first ran passed it a few moments ago but with it dived in to pinned her down like a falcon divebombing a duckling, a scaringly big bat with a fox-like face, all unnaturally pure white, Roku would see the this daemon as the immmediatae threat and unlike Duckling with it short helpless barely-wing or The pigeon she saw vainly falpping about in it last moment to bat away at the falcon, Roku has arms, well one available arm anyway and she's about to grabbed on to those weak soft mambrane and yank it off if the daemon if she has too. She's no ducklings! she's no prey animals!

And so she did, reaching out to grabbed on to bat's wing in the attempt to pull and swung it to the ground. She noticed shadows loaming over her, not Yagi's doing but the adults and teens attracted by the comotion.

Sika watched with his beady black eyes, confused by what was happening. Why were they fighting the girl? He'd only meant to scare her. He felt Jach's glare on his back, warning him to not get involved, but of course ignored it.

    He flapped up and hovered above the weird little fight going on. That teen could pack a punch, by the looks of it. The poor red panda was being thrown about everywhere, and -- oh no, Aur had joined. 

    He knew a bat's wings could be delicate and easily torn if caught on something, and those hands heading towards Aur's wings did not in the slightest look friendly. He folded his wings and dropped to just above the flailing human and daemons, then tried to pull the bat away while squawking to the panda to let go. 

    Fights weren't his thing at all. In fact he usually ran away from them as quick as he could.

Ah Roku really did underestimated the daemons. With Yahi barely shifter between three mostly identical animals, she forgot how dangerous these shadows shifting abilities and various powers can be. Roku grew desperated and scared when the snake coiled around her arm moving its face closer, ready bite.

"You deserved it, this is all your fault" Roku swore she heard Yagi said from somewhere unseen.

The teen cringed away with her eyes close but the bite never come, she then suddenly feel weightless as she's being lifted up with easr by the back collar. In which she let out a surprise squawk. Thinking that the snake has shifted back to the flying fox to finish the job. But she barely has anytime to struggle or is too in shock to do so when she was dropped rather unceremoniously on the chair at which she immediatally inches away from the table and almost fall off of the chair she was dropped on. She was panting and shaking and patting herself to check for any damage, eyes wild.
A plate of food landed in front of her and she flinched hard. Looking at it like it was alienate object then at the older teen responseble for both carrying her here and giving her food like he is crazy, at the daemon cuddling up to him with fear and hatred, at the other occupants teen at the table, then at the food again like she doesnt understand.
"So what was that?" the teen asked with slight annoyance in his voice after telling the adult off three time, an action Roku was thankful for but refused to admit it. She refused to speak to him now too as she looked at him. Similary to the way a child refused to speak when they done something bad....or just facing with strangers, or both in this case.

Reg had reached for Corsen during the heat of the bout, though the younger teen flung the small animal about and out of his grasp. The dark-haired girl also grabbed at the bat daemon that'd jumped into the mix, causing it to react in anger. The sight made the redhead's stomach feel queasy. Corsen still kept an iron grip until Kriivthi pushed all of the daemons off the girl.

Reg finally picked up the red panda, shoving her small form under his arm as if she were a narrow duffel bag, securing her into place.

"Why?" Reg barked at Corsen, the latter's white ears bending slightly at the boy's question, though Reg wasn't sure if the behavior was due to anger, shame, or fear. No matter, Reg didn't understand what had caused the fit to occur in the first place.

"The human there was messing around with powers in hiding," Corsen spoke in a pant, beginning to regain her breath after having been flung around like a ragdoll. "It's what caused that wretched pocket fire tool to hit you."

"..." Reg didn't know how to respond. Amidst Corsen and the other daemons going after the young girl, he'd already forgotten about the lighter incident that'd occurred only a minute or two beforehand. It had been surprising at most, so he wasn't particularly mad about the ordeal, at the moment at least. He was more curious as to what the girl had been trying to accomplish.

"What were you wanting with this?" Reg asked, lifting the lighter in question up. The unnamed girl hadn't answered Kriivthi, but the ginger still pushed the query, hoping to get some sort of response as to what had led to the girl supposedly using her powers in order to manipulate the lighter.

Jach swore under his breath and went to retrieve the crow. 'Why?' He asked Sika, clamping the treacherous bird in his arms. 

    'Well, you weren't doing anything,' Sikastan muttered. 

    Jach sat down at the table again, just as Kriivthi plunked the girl in the opposite chair. He was just about to say "Hi" when a teacher came over, and he snapped his mouth shut again. He hated attracted the attention of any of the officials in the school. He let Kriiv handle it, then glanced over to the girl when the teacher had gone. She looked furious, he thought. 

    He stood up again and made his way over to Kriivthi. 'You both alright?' He murmured. 'I saw the way you reacted when Aur was hurt.'

Reg felt heavily annoyed when the girl still chose to keep her mouth shut, which he made evident through a loud, exasperated sigh. The only thing hinting at the girl's prior motive was due to a smile creeping across her face upon seeing the uplifted lighter. The look lightening her face at least indicated that the girl had some sort of interest in the object itself.

"I don't know what's interesting you so much about this," Reg scoffed irritably. He leaned forward enough to lightly tap the item of interest against the young teen's forehead, a light form of payback for it smacking his face earlier, before tossing the empty lighter into the girl's lap. "But it's useless now, anyhow."

Unfortunately, Roku doesnt stick around long enough to heard the very important last part.

The minute Reg got too close, Roki reached out with lightning fast reflect, and snatched the lightning away from the older teen hand like snake strike its prey while simultaneously grabbed the food with her other hand. And break into the sprint. Snickering along the way. She doesnt go very far. Only round up to corner where there're not many people there and she sat down, stuffing her face with food and inspect her steal. Yagi was already there waiting, looking at the lighter in her hand too with mild interest but Roku paid him no mind.

Triumphantly, She tried to light it only to hear a resounded click and not thing happened. She tried again, click click click click, growing more frustrated each time. She has been trying to steal the empty lighter the entire time!? Finally have enough, she stood up at full height and throw the lighter away as far as possible in anger, before sitting back down with a huff. Yagi was on the floor, laughing.

'Fine,' Sika muttered, burying his beak under Jach's arm.

   'He's gonna sulk,' Jach said. Then to Sika he said: 'Look, I know you were trying to help, but getting into a fight is dangerous. We could have got detention.' He spat the last word with disgust. Detention was torture to them both. Soooooooo mind numbing.

    'Oh, where's she going?' He murmured when the girl made a run for it. 

Violeta had to giggle at Aligerous's joke about the shrines. 

"We don't exactly build shrines to Daemons, but to the spirits of our ancestors. We used to believe that Daemons helped guide the souls of their hosts to the afterlife. Some still do actually and think that Daemons will still do that even if they aren't attached to a human." Violeta told Coronach, glancing over at what looked like a fight starting. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at these Westerners and their antics. 

"It's true, we Daemons have similar legends. Well, those of us with Ancestors that used to bond to Gyptians and similar tribes anyways." Heru chimed in, shifting to his burrowing owl form and settling on Violeta's lap to eat one of the buns she had 

"Is that why you chose a Raven as one of your three forms? I know Heru chose his three forms because of what was sacred to my people." Violeta asked Aligerous, geuinely curious about that. The Silk Moth, Burrowing Owl and Hawk were all sacred to her people, so that was why Heru chose those for his three forms when he first bonded with her. He'd originally been a Jackal when he first arrived, but then he dropped that form for the three he had now. 

"True story. Took me about a month to drop my old jackal form. Personally, I prefer being able to fly. It's fun! Just wish I could get big enough to take Violeta up with me." Heru allowed, wishing he could turn into something large like a dragon, but those were mythical creatures and no Daemon had ever been able to turn into one. So that was out of the question anyways. 

"You know, Gyptians often trade horses for other tribes. I could teach you how to ride if you want. We have some horses right now back at the camp. We won't be leaving any time soon, so Mom enrolled me here. We have friends who are breeders after all." Violeta offered, jerking back at the direction of the Threta River, where her family had made camp. 

"It's true! We've got Conomera, Akhal Teke, Blazers, Azteca and a few other breeds." Heru chimed in, wondering what breed Aligerous turned into. 

"So what breed do you use as your animal form? Would you mind showing us?" Violeta asked, voicing her Daemon's question aloud  

"Yeah, I'll need to get one," Reg sighed, the comment followed by a disgruntled red panda murmuring under her breath. Corsen struggled out of the young man's arm, landing lightly on the courtyard ground. Reg remembered that Kriivthi had mentioned having lived at the school for a few months over the Summer. "Know any nearby stores that may sell some? Even a match pack will do at this point."

"I will only allow a metal one that's refillable," Corsen dictated, watching in distaste as the same lighter as before was flung back onto the ground across the outside gathering space. "Those disposable ones are even more horrible."

The small red creature padded towards the discarded lighter, taking the small capsule into her mouth and bringing it to Reg's feet. He silently knew Corsen was waiting for him to properly discard of it and didn't hide rolling his eyes while he leaned down to gather it up.

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The man has the face of the lion. or what Roku thought the lion's like. With the bead and hair closely resemblence a lion mane and the eyes sharp piercing and hungry like a predator behind the pair of glasses.

"In this file contented all your past, the stuff you might want to get rid of...or even something you yourself didn't know and want to do more. It will be yours to do as you please, IF you both remain and do well in this school. That's what the school is for, right? To educate. Maybe you'll learn something by the end of this.

"Why would I want to keep you around? Well those idiots are both right and wrong on a few things; You don't exist, you are a nobody or at least seems to be. It would be as easy to dicard you but that would be a waste of resource in my opinion. A nobody like you can be made and mold into practically anything. we can raise and made example out of you. The part where they are wrong? is that you are somebody. or used to be. It's the best of both world in my opinion."

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Roku felt herself sliding down from the wall she leaned on. She's sombered up after the adrenaline rush and frankly, she's bored. She didn't make any move when the small red animal reappear the retrived the lighter she threw away. Now that's it nor the food is her current fixation then she is left with nothing much to do. In the end, her hands wander and ended up terrorizing the grass again by ripping them apart, absent mindly.

So that man has tied her into this school on top of her having to find the escape route herself, or perhaps that's task has always been not too challenging to begin with it's just that she can't commit fully to the idea of leaving when it's down time like this. Maybe Yagi was right in someway that she might fair better in here than the outside world, however fish out of water she is.

speaking of Yagi, where is her? The Tasmanian Devil Daemon is no longer by her side anymore even when she herself is shrouded by the shadow casted by the wall. It's peaceful here, Roku doesn't feel the need to look for Yagi, with how he treat her, maybe this is better.

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Yagi wandered. it's rare he'd have any other motive outside of harrassing Roku. But strangly, something else caught his attention today. He couldn't pinpoint exactly where or what it is but he's been hearing whispers amoung daemons. About the certain someone. If the rumor is true. Yagi needs to quickly make sure if they--if he would be a threat or not, but Yagi doubt they'd be friends. He slipped into the shadow in his search.

'Hello, Herch,' Jach sighed. Aaaaaaaand there was the relative peace shattered. He returned to his chair and crunched on the last of the food on his plate. 'What song was that?

   Sika struggled from Jach's arms and flew down to perch on the wolf's head. 'What's up?' He asked, picking at the fur. 

(Sorry for it being short...)

Violeta examined the horse form of Aligerous. She had to admit, she was impressed. The breeders that they were transporting right now would be jealous. 

"Now, I will admit, I barely know enough to keep my seat on a horse, but I can tell you that Aligerous is a fine specimen of Thoroughbred. They're great speed and long distance animals. I actually learned how to ride on one myself." Violeta commented, Heru nodding in agreement from his perch on her shoulder. 

"Yeah, the breeders would be jealous! That's for sure. How do you keep your coat so shiny?" Heru asked, doing a little bird hop to shift his position on his human's shoulder. He'd told her that it was rude to touch another person's Daemon after all. He was glad she respected that 

Lorelai giggled again as Herschell pulled away from her, seemingly avoiding eyecontact. 

In her defence, he was the one who started it by approaching her during his little musical number. And she was never one to give up the bait.

"You know...." Herschell mumbled rathed unhelpfully.

"Yes, I meant casper over there." Lila was about to point in the direction of the appiration, but the boy had vanished entirely. She sighed. 

Herschell's face lit up with a teasing smile. "That's probably the nicest thing you've said to me in.. how long has it been since? And come on, it's not like you didn't like my clothes this low before."

"Oh, hun." Lorelai laughed, a cheery tune that spilled from her chest. Her tone dropped to a hushed whisper as she once again leaned closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "I liked them on the floor." She playfully poked Herschell on the nose before returning her attentions to the rest of the group.

"My name is Lorelai, for those of you who aren't aware. But please call me Lila. Lorelai sounds far too formal." She trailed off briefly, guaging everyone's expressions. "Ah, don't worry, I promise I don't bite.... much." She giggled coyly, her tounge licking across her lips. 

Azul was hanging out in a near by tree, hidden deep within the foliage as he fluttered his iridescent wings. Wiggling his anntena in the air, he sensed for the vibrations and changes in the air around him, alert for danger. 

Azul felt it almost instantly. His sensitive antenna picked up the slightest change in the air, and his small feet felt the vibrations of a larger creature. He tasted the earthy tones of the wood beneath him with his feet, detecting the chemical changes within the bark of the tree. It did not seem to recognize this new creature as a threat.

Trusting the experience of the tree on which he perched, Azul remained stagnant,  waiting the newcomer to reveal itself. 

"Well I'll be darn. It really is you." The dæmon appeared forth from the shadows in the form of a Tasmanian Devil. "You reek of a geezer smell."

Azul simply turned his head, gazing at the marsupial serenely. It was not often anymore that he was recognized. After all, this stories had become legend. A legend a lot of dæmons chose not to believe.  Besides, most of them thought him to be dead. He did a pretty good job at setting up a tiger to fall in his place. 

It has been a good century since he had last visited that portion of the world. But he was somewhat knowledgeable of the devil population there. For one thing, the Tasmanian devil population was one of the only two species in the world known to possess a contagious cancer that could transmit between devils. 

A darker part of him stirred, musing quietly if that cancer would work on this dæmon if he was in this Tasmanian Devil form. 

Quickly shutting those thoughts down, Azul merely waved his antenna at the dæmon in greeting but did not speak to him. He turned away from the animal, returning his gaze to the courtyard once more. While it was a risky move, it demonstrated that Azul in no way felt threatened by the Tasmanian Devil.

One of the perks of being an insect was the sensitivity. It was incredibly advanced and part of the reason why flies often know you are coming to swat them long before you actually do. As if they can see the future. A butterflies antenna were capable of sensing minute changes in the wind, and could even tell the time of day by using sensitive light-receptors within their club-like tips. If this Tasmanian Devil made any kind of movement,  Azul would know. 

"Fine, I can do the talking" The other Dæmon concluded after a few moments. 

While Azul was not looking at him, his delicate frame felt the trembles the larger animal created as he paced back and forth before finally settling down. Azul could track his movements but still gave no indication or acknowledgment to the younger dæmon.

The Tasmanian Devil began his little tangent. "You are like a legend among us street kids. I think a bunch of us took your ideal to the heart of you know, down with bonding humanity, living freely and causing chaos and all that. There are bets going on if you are still alive. Some said you would come back to start another war yourself, some said you betrayed your own kind or even actively hunting down the naughty daemons. Some said you've gone soft, bonding with a human and having new fancy names, is that what you prefer to go by now?"

Azul could tell from the tone of the annoyance's voice that the dæmon was under the impression he was messing with Azul or had somehow gained the upperhand.

Azul did not acknowledge this as remained serenly upon the branch. 

It did pain him greatly to hear that a few dæmons had followed in past philsosophy, idolizing his horrific legends as something to aspire to. 

Once again, that darker part within him was whispering softly, suggesting excessively grusome ideas. 

Azul, as usual ignored it.

He was silent for a long time, almost like he was not going to repond again. And then finally, after many moments, he spoke. "I never started the war. That was a fate the humans brought upon themselves.  I was just a player in a bloody, bloody game." He did not bother to look away from the courtyard or face the dæmon he was speaking to. His voice was hoarse and cracked, deep and scaly from long periods of not using it. The gritty aspect of it was unbeoming of a small blue butterfly, and also slightly intimidating. His tone gave no indication of any emotional attachment, he stated it simply and plainly, as though he were stating a mere fact. 

He no longer held it within his old heart to get riled up over trivial topics and prying conversationalists.

"All of that is rather ironic, coming from you, Yagi." Azul chuckled darkly after another long pause, reflecting upon the Tasmanian Devil's statement about bonding and going soft.

He had been waiting in the courtyard for wuite some time, observing everyone and everything. He knew about Roku. He had been watching everything. 

((EDIT: Made some dialouge changes. Let me know if Yagi's name was never said yet because then Azul would have no way of knowing it and I can edit this)) 

'Ooo.' Jach made a mental note to search for the song later on, then pushed the iPod back to Herch. 'Have you heard of--' He was interrupted by a young lady perching on the table and murmuring to the ginger. He immedietely took a dislike to her and shrank back in his chair, trying to make himself seem small and invisible. He had seen her around, and by the looks of what he'd seen and heard she did not bode well.

    Sika smiled, or smiled as best a crow could, leaned down and snatched some of the bagel the wolf was holding. He flew up and out of reach, quietly cackling his laughter.

"Wow, great. Who decided to build this place in the middle of nowhe-" Reg could barely finish his griping before he began to hear music gradually increasing in volume. Someone with a portable speaker emerged from the castle-like building into the courtyard, the music only growing louder along with them.

Reg remained silent while the unknown individual bounced around the courtyard, interacting with various people and terrorizing the outdoor furniture by jumping atop various pieces. The teen's voice joining in, the fellow ginger seemed to be hosting an improvised concert for the surrounding gathered groups. The entire thing was met with various reactions; Reg's own was mostly neutral, neither impressed nor very annoyed.

After the lighter-haired redhead, Herschell, as Kriivthi had introduced him as, ceased the song, he conversed some with Kriivthi and Jach, of whom all seemed to know each other rather well.

However, another figure waltzed up to the group next. Reg had to force himself not to stare as a beautiful purple-haired girl sauntered over to the table where Herschell sat. The two exchanged some words, some for the others to hear, then some hushed ones only between the duo. Despite not hearing the whispered words from where he stood, there was a clear tension between the two, though he wasn't interested in finding out the relation right then.

"Reg," The word was the only thing Reginald felt inclined to respond with after Lorelai introduced herself as Lila to the group. Instead, Reg zeroed in on the rambunctious redhead.

"I hear you have lighters," Reg got straight to the point. "How much to get me one?"