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[Graded]Midnight Snacking
Topic Started: Apr 2 2017, 08:58 AM (728 Views)
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"What does it feel like?" she asked, holding her freshly caught prey by the throat, "I wish not to repeat myself." His glossy hues of bright green were saucer-like; wide and full of fear, something she wished she could truly consume but he shook his head, unable to breathe. Knowing that she was suffocating him, the lady released her grasp ever so lightly and knelt before him to watch his movements. While he choked, attempting to catch his breath, Kanna took a quick glance at her surroundings: somewhere deep in the Lavender Forest in Poinsettia. Veiled in darkness with only moonlight illuminating their area, her attention abruptly settled back on the young man before her whom had been tightly tied to an enormous pine tine. Between gasps, he muttered something with his head lowered by which she grasped a handful of blond hair, jerking his head back against the tree, and brought her face uncomfortably close to his, "Please, do reiterate what you just said."

Tears rolled down his face as he whimpered, "I don't... I don't know what I did... to deserve this."

Kanna smiled, releasing his hair in a rough push, "Oh, you have done nothing to me and more than likely, you probably don't deserve this but you have something that I need."

"Whatever it is, I will give it to you, just please, I don't want to die," he pleaded with her, sobbing as he continued, "I just want to leave this god-forsaken forest!"

Cocking her head to the side, she frowned, "I'm afraid that will not be happening. Like I said, you have something I need which bares not repeating again."

He bit down on his lip, sucking up the tears for a moment, and growled, "What in the hell do you need that I have?!"

With a white gloved hand, she poked the flesh of his arm then giggled, "It's my weekly feeding, you see, and truthfully, just between the two of us, I'm allowed to be myself during feedings. Nobody watches me, nobody cares what I'm doing, and honestly, it's the only time I'm truly happy."

"Feedings?" he repeated, furrowing his brows, "What... like, you're going to eat me or something?"

A short chuckled followed, "You sure as hell don't look like some kind of monster so no, you can't eat me, little girl."

Every bit of happiness that had previously been on her alabaster features vanished and her face contorted into something sinister, something absolute in dedication to what she desired to do. It took a single second, less than a second, for her to lose every bit of self control she owned and under normal circumstances, she would have not done what she was about to unleash upon this insolent human. Unsheathing Azazal and speaking not a single word, Kanna repetitively stabbed him through his chest - each time, drilling the tip of the blade into the bark of the pine tree before removing it again. Each time, she counted the stabs and each time, she welcomed the terrifying screams of agony that sang through the forest. Deep crimson stained her solid white attire which was initially the reason for wearing all white. To her, nothing was more satisfying than being sprayed with sanguine as someone wailed in pain and she loved every second of it.

"Seventy-four," she said with hardly any sentiment behind her words as she forced the blade out for the last time, "You're not worth consuming." Taking off the glove of her left hand, she traced the blade's length, removing a good amount of blood, and shoved the finger in her mouth, savoring the flavour. "Shame, really, you have a wonderful aftertaste," her voice cooed before sitting down to stare at the lifeless body before her. He was still intact, for the most part, with the chest being the only exception as it was now nothing but a massacred mess. Azazal was put back into the sheath without further cleaning and the glove was put back on as she remained seated, just staring at him.

"I have completely lost my appetite."
Edited by kanna, Apr 2 2017, 09:49 PM.
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The cover of darkness that night gave was a strangely peaceful subject, or at least to some. Under it living things found rest, a break from the horrors that the waking world could bring. Of course, darkness had its own terrors, ones of a more sinister appeal. Those who braved the night, well often times they weren't the greatest of people. Outcasts, loners, even murderers were the types that would be strolling through the infamous Lavender Forest at midnight. Leonidas just happened to fit all three categories.

Leaves crunched under the man's boots as he made his way through the wicked place, never once pausing but also not hurrying through the forest. The twisted vines and dead look of the trees suited Leonidas at that current moment. That was how he felt, twisted and dead inside. The feeling was all too familiar. And no matter how much he wanted to ignore the fact that something had changed within him, it was the truth.

The eerie forest didn't bother him at all. Nay, he had been in much worse situations before, including two very small prison cells. Still, he was alert. Despite the serenity that Leonidas always felt at night, it was a dangerous time. Especially when roaming a wild area. And for that reason, the man easily spotted the half-starved wolf tracking him, minutes before the beast attacked.

At one time, Leonidas may have felt pity for the creature. But that was no longer the case. As it pounced, attempting to bite his right side, he swiveled and drew his sword, slashing the lone wolf's throat. It was dead within a few seconds.

"Even this place of rejects hates me," he muttered, then started walking again. Whilst Leonidas was doing so, he took a corner of the white shirt he was wearing and pressed it against Calamitas's blade. The wolf's blood would stain the man's shirt, but he couldn't care less about that. He did care about the sword, however. After it was clean, Leonidas sheathed it, although perhaps too soon, as right after doing so he heard the all too familiar sound of someone screaming in pain. For quite a long time, actually.

Out of curiosity more than anything, the man headed towards the sound, which really wasn't too far away. Upon arrival, he saw a girl sitting; bathed in moonlight, but more importantly blood. Human blood, it would seem, as Leonidas saw the corpse behind her. Standing about 5 meters away, he leaned against one of the dead-looking trees and crossed his arms. He didn't look menacing, aside from the strange features on his face and his now bloodied shirt, but the man wasn't going to go out of his way to look friendly.

"Now what do we have here?"
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"Now what do we have here?"

Kanna tilted her head to the left, seemingly questioning whether the dead man was speaking to her or if someone else was. Of course, she knew it was the stranger from behind her as she'd heard their approach - such heavy footsteps. For a second, the lady thought of scolding him and yes, she knew he was male based on his voice, but didn't turn around to address him. Not yet.

"None of your business," she cooed in an emotionless voice, reaching next to her hip to pull Azazal closer to her body, "I can smell your judgement from here."

With swift movement, the woman dressed in all white rose from her seated position on the cold earth and with a single hand, raked the dirt from the back of her blood splattered dress. She softly, almost barely moved, to the man she'd murdered just a few minutes earlier and delicately closed his eyes with a gentle brush of her fingertips. Finally, after a good moment of silence, as if she were praying for the soul of someone she had killed, Kanna turned her attention to the man casually propped against a dying tree. Not surprised by his own bloodied appearance, the lady lazily sat back down next to her corpse because, well, it belonged to her until she was ready to give it up. This was her way of protecting, as well as keeping the stranger away, and she looked over at him with a bored expression.

"I have a disdain for interruptions."

Sheathed Azazal was crossed over her shoulder, laying against her chest, with one hand retaining a presence on the blade while the other was intertwined with the lifeless man's. She did what she did best - an unequivocal stare, to ensure that he did nothing that she wouldn't like but at the same time, she wondered why he was here, of all places in Fiora.

"Did you need something?" she asked, positively irksome with his showing.
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The man chuckled at the peculiar girl's mention of judgement, although the laughter certainly was not derived from joy of any kind. It was an amusing subject, the idea that the thoughts of others truly mattered in people's lives. It was also something that Leonidas had learned to ignore a long time ago, and the proof that this girl still cared about the matter meant that she most likely could still be redeemed from her seemingly murderous ways. Not that the man would be doing such a thing, he couldn't even save himself, it was just an interesting observation.

As the girl rose and turned around, Leonidas got a better look at her features, and particularly her face. Her scarred body told the man that something dark had happened in her past, and that fact was only augmented by the dull, haunted look in her eyes. It was a type of beauty that would suggest that the girl was a fighter, although not in the terms that Leonidas was most used to. He was slightly annoyed at the fact that the girl seemed content on caressing, or at least holding, the hand of the corpse next to her, even going as far as to sit back down just to do so. It was quite evident that she was a wary, and odd, individual, from the way the katana that Leonidas assumed she owned was currently positioned, although that observation was put off slightly by the fact that she was sitting. The ground was not a good place to do combat, the man knew that from past experiences. Lots of experiences, as a matter of fact.

"I do believe he's already dead," he stated, walking closer to the bloodied girl. It was a bit odd, the fact that she was holding a corspe's hand and acting as if she still had business with it. Now only about a meter away, Leonidas squatted down, attempting to make more firm eye contact with the girl. His dark eyes stared into hers, almost mirroring them aside from color and the fact there was more cruelty than emptiness in his. "No, I don't really," he started, "I'm Leonidas. And who would you be?" The man held out his right hand, attempting to shake the girl's hand. He doubted she would accept, but trying was better than nothing. He still made no attempt to reach towards his weapon, unlike the girl, but his facial expression had turned dark.
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"I do believe he's already dead."

"No, really? I just assumed he was the silent type," she thought with bitter sarcasm before narrowing her eyes at his unwelcomed approach. Her focus rested solely on the way his muscles moved, contracting and releasing, a most pleasant thing to watch, and as he crouched before her, she raised a single eyebrow in curiosity. My, how brave of him. Kanna's hues darkened ever so slightly at the meeting of his gaze and like him with her, she could see the terror he had no issue displaying for the world to see. A kindred spirit, perhaps. The ebony tattoo strewn across the right side of his face was interesting, to say the least, and for a split second, she felt the desire to trace her fingertips across it just to see if the skin had raised from the ink but refrained from doing so.

"No, I don't really. I'm Leonidas. And who would you be?"

"Then be gone, Leonidas," she thought, again, though unable to actually say that aloud for unspecified reasons. Taken aback by his outstretched hand, Kanna looked at the appendage then looked to him before repeating the actions as if completely confused by the gesture. She knew that he was trying to properly introduce himself but she wasn't a man and being a lady, wouldn't subject herself to shaking hands with a man. Noting the darkened stare, a soft expression similar to a smile crossed her lips as she thought about how explicitly brazen this man was. He freely gave information about himself by stating his name and while that could have very well been a lie, it was unlikely that he'd hide something simple like that. Finally, after all her processing, Kanna gently unsheathed Azazal and abruptly severed the corpse's hand that was still attached to her own rather crudely, then carelessly tossed it at Leonidas's feet.

"There's a hand you can shake," she mused while returning the blade back to its sheath, "From the scent you carry, an animal was harmed on your way to me. You're not repulsed by death, it would appear."

Taking a final glance at a wasted meal, Kanna carefully stood up with Azazal's point being a crutch to aid her ascension and crossed her arms over the blade's handle to look at Leonidas with yet another bored expression.

"Kanna," she nodded with disinterest before darting her eyes towards the man she'd murdered, "He was an acquaintance." Her attention returned to Leonidas, "What would bring you here of all places? Do you not know that nightmares roam free in these haunted woods?" She didn't give him an admission of guilt because the only guilt she truly felt was not being able to feed, however, she didn't exactly try to cover up the fact that she'd been the one that killed him. Afterall, he was still warm to the touch if the man was bold enough to touch his gifted severed hand which Kanna highly doubted that he would do. Such a waste.
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"You make a fine assumption there, young lady," Leonidas stated, using a more ironic tone for his last word. Seeing the girl move to get up, he did the same, not bothering to acknowledge the severed hand she had thrown at his feet. The man had watched her previous movements, the look she had given to his face, the way she had looked bewildered by his notion of a handshake, and the soft taint of a smile that had played on her lips. Leonidas himself had barely reacted when the girl had unsheathed her katana, recognizing almost immediately based on the way and the direction she did so that she was not attempting to attack the blonde man.

The girl introduced herself as Kanna, showing obvious disinterest in Leonidas while doing so. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, after all aside from his facial features the man had a very unassuming appearance, standing only 5 feet tall with messy hair and plain clothes. It certainly wouldn't be the last time. He observed her gaze drifting back to the corpse that had been stabbed through the chest, probably multiple times, but pretty much ignored her statement about him. Had it been anyone else, Kanna could have been in deep trouble with the authorities by now, but it had been Leonidas. And he, put simply, didn't care about one insignificant person's life.

"Nightmares? Do dead trees, thorny vines, wild animals, and some old beast scare you? This hauntedness you speak of, it's simply what happens to all places and people when they fall under the cover of darkness," he stated, looking directly into Kanna's deep blue eyes. "There's only one thing here that someone like me should fear, and that thing's inescapable wherever I go..."

The man dropped his spiel after that, never explaining what he meant by his last sentence, although Kanna probably would have a guess. He also never said why he was in Lavender Forest in the first place. The truth was that he loved the feel of the woods at night, or really just night in general, and he hadn't been able to sleep. That happened often, even when Leonidas went without caffeine for a day just to try to get a better night's rest. It just hadn't been working lately, more than likely in light of recent events.
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"Nightmares? Do dead trees, thorny vines, wild animals, and some old beast scare you? This hauntedness you speak of, it's simply what happens to all places and people when they fall under the cover of darkness."

Kanna just stared at him, motionless and emotionally unavailable.

"There's only one thing here that someone like me should fear, and that thing's inescapable wherever I go..."

Once again, she simply gawked at him before finally raising both eyebrows and craning her neck while moving one of her hands in a circular motion to indicate that she wanted him to continue speaking, “Do go on or is that all? You have no intentions of finishing your statement? Pity, Leo. Here I was, half expecting you to actually tell me something interesting, instead of childish banter.

Stretching both arms outward, Kanna lazily removed herself from the half-cocked stance, rolling her shoulders to maneuver her back properly then ripped the sheathed Azazal from the ground. She pointed the blunt end of her blade at the boy, just really to direct her next flow of words at him with a somewhat serious notion, and frowned, “Fear is a manifestation of one’s unknowing or misunderstanding of a situation. There are those that feed and those that are fed upon, nothing else. The predator and the prey. Dead trees, thorny vines, wild animals, old beasts; those do not scare me, but what is here, under the visage of darkness, Leo.” Using her free hand, she pointed to her chest, more accurately to her heart, and continued, “This is what causes fear because the heart is capable of but two things: Love and hatred. The love of the hunt, the hatred of being hunted – survival is our only true instinct.

To Kanna, the world was black and white, as no gray areas lingered in her understanding of her surroundings, and she could separate everything into those categories of love and hate; black or white. While Leonidas possibly didn’t relate or even really comprehend what she was talking about, she, however, knew exactly what she meant by her semi-serious statements. For instance, this situation: she was the hunter, an epitome of love for what she did for survival, albeit her desire for unnatural feeding, but semantics, she was the white right now. Leonidas; his categorization could go either way which solely relied on his choice of actions, whether he was to become the white like her and hunt or become the black and fear being hunted by her.

Lowering her weapon to twirl it around onto her back where it hung in a primal fashion, Kanna placed both of her gloved hands, one bloody and one still clean, on her hips as she looked to her wasted meal. She briefly wondered what to do with him, if she should just let the weaker animals have a midnight snack, or actually take him with her. Nah, he wasn’t worth the trouble anymore and dragging a corpse was more work than she honestly wanted to do tonight. There was always tomorrow, another day that she could eat, but then again, that would interfere with her schedule. Damnit. Maybe she just wouldn’t eat this week. Or maybe she’d got lucky and had a fresh meal standing not far from her. Maybe. Just maybe.
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The blonde-haired man could barely contain his amusement in Kanna's first statement. Simply put, almost every part of the failed attempt at a scolding meant something else entirely to Leonidas, particularly the name the girl had called him. Eris had taken a liking to calling the man Leo, although it has fallen out of practice with her a few years earlier. Leonidas never really figured out why, but he suspected many things. And although Kanna had meant the name as an insult, it did no justice being delivered between two sentences that Leonidas considered utterly false. Well, the second sentence was an opinion of sorts, so the man supposed it technically couldn't be wrong, but the word childish had been used. Leonidas almost smirked at the notion. How little this Kanna knew about him. It was entertaining.

"Perhaps if you were a little more insightful when it came to words, you would have understood my statement. It was indeed complete," he responded, with a tone befitting of a teacher lecturing a student. "And please, do save your pity for those who deserve it. I am not one of those people."

And that was that. Leonidas said no more, nor did he overreact to the girl pulling her sheathed katana on him. Unlike with her previous actions he did indeed change his posture and footing however, standing up a little straighter and moving his left leg back slightly. And although Leonidas's hands made no attempt to grab the bastard sword hanging at his left hip, his body movements said it all, that the man was willing to draw on a moment's notice. It seemed as if he would have no need to, however, as Kanna seemed intent on pointing the less-than-intimidating, or at least in Leonidas's eyes, sheathed katana at him and speaking. As if he wasn't already listening.

And the girl's words, well Leonidas himself had thought them and in some cases believed them many times over. Yet, now he knew better than to fall for them. Even if the man was fully human, even if he possessed the exact same drive that this girl did, at that moment he wouldn't be believing what she did. Whilst there may only be the hunter and the hunted in life, every single sentient being had characteristics of both, whether or not they tried to deny it. And fear, there was so much more to it than the unknown.

"If people lived only on their instincts, then every human would be the same. Kanna, was it? Your thought process, it's quite morbid for someone of your age. There's much more to life than I'm going to assume you think. I'm not too fond of philosophical discussion, although, if you would like my input the worse fears derive from the things you know the best. Whatever that happens to be, of course. That's why not everyone has the same nightmares," he stated. The one thing the girl failed to recognize was the difference between people. She acted as if all people were the same, and Leonidas assumed she thought of them as prey. What a lonely, lonely life that had to be. The blonde man supposed that he had been like that, long ago.

As the girl lowered her katana, the blonde noticed her yet again steal a look at the corpse behind her, and then proceed to look at Leonidas again. He had seen that look many times before, and although he knew not her motives it was a threatening one, to say the least. The man didn't really mind, however. In fact, Leonidas pretended to not even notice the gaze. Calamitas was by his side, and even in his weakened state the man was still confident in his ability to use a sword. That was assuming Kanna had nothing else up her sleeves. Of course, that thought was assuming things even escalated to a fight. At that point in time, Leonidas doubted they would. The girl's glance was still that of temptation, not action, after all.
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This man; no, this boy had such pleasant ideals of life, the afterlife, feelings, emotions, et cetera, that Kanna almost couldn’t contain herself from the lack of comprehension he expressed. She didn’t know his story, didn’t know what kind of choices he made or why he made them, but she had to admit that he was something different albeit entirely wrong in his assumptions of her. To begin, she held pity for no one as a person only allowed themselves to be pitied which she learned from a young age by being forced into bad situations, expecting pity, only to find that pity was nothing more than guilt from doing something regretful at one time or another. They didn’t regret their actions, therefore, they showed no pity and she was one in the same because of it. Next, she had understood what he said, but seriously didn’t like the way he implied that she was some sort of idiot with her choice of wording which lead her to think that he was full of... Bullshit. This boy was so far emerged in bullshit that he couldn’t even see the light of day but she didn’t say anything or even show any signs of irritability… for now.

Yet he continued on and on about his ideals of fear and what the word meant to him. While Kanna had her own ideals which she firmly believed in, however, she could understand what he was saying and how he chose his words to express what he expected nightmares to be. This is where they differed, absolutely and completely. Nightmares were just that, nightmares, and didn’t exist in real life, only in one’s mind. It was the basis of a nightmare that should be feared, not the nightmares themselves, but where they originated – what either they had done or what they’d had done to them. Kanna no longer had nightmares whilst she slept, those days had long since passed, and now she was living them on a daily basis because she thrived on making nightmares into realities. Those one time nightmares had become fantasies and they were all too real for those unfortunate to make her acquaintance. Like little ol’ Leo here.

Alas, to end this back and forth of who knew better of what, the lady had refrained from bothering to actually engage in speaking against what he said. Leonidas obviously thought he knew better than her so she just let him believe what he wanted; there was no sense of trying to make a mountain out of a molehill over something so petty and disinteresting. That’s what she wanted to do, just keep her damn mouth shut, but the more the thoughts raged in her mind, the more she desired to correct him on so many levels. She was trying to keep it held together and not flip the switch, but all good things must come to an end and this situation’s happy ending wasn’t going to happen. The crazy was going to come out, finally. Staring at the corpse, minus one hand, Kanna brought the clean gloved hand to her features, wiping some fallen hair out of her face and turned her head to stare at Leonidas from a delicately bent stance.

You see here, Leo, I tried to make nice and deal with your insolence, despite my obvious lack of interest in your bullshit,” she stated with zero emotion, but that quickly began to morph into maniacal excitement as she leaned up to fully bring her attention to the blood-stained figure, “Your disrespectful arrogance is unbefitting of someone that assumes so much yet gets so much wrong. Don’t you dare lecture me on fears, boy. You know absolutely nothing of the hells I can reign down upon the pathetic excuse for a man that stands before me.” She said what she had to say, or at least she thought she was finished, but like the person she was, it just wasn’t enough and had to continue on her rant to prove a point that needed no further persuasion.

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes designed of pure nightmare-inducing hell. I’ve begged and pleaded to die, to no longer live in this diseased world, but my only dream was torn right from my hands. There’s nothing left for me to fear; not this damned forest, not you or your pitiful insight, not myself or what I shall become, not even death, absolutely fucking nothing. That’s what makes me dangerous – it’s those that have nothing to live for that should be feared and it would be in your best interest to take your bullshit elsewhere.

With a light flicker and wave of her hand, Kanna dismissed Leonidas before kneeling back down to her decomposing meal. A second passed and memories flooded her brain, forcing her to hold herself together again, but there was no barricading the seething hatred deep inside a rotting soul. She further became enraged and needed something to take it out on which just so happened to be right in front of her. Without her features betraying her, Kanna’s diminutive hands reached out, two digits protruding from each hand, and were delved deep into the closed lidded eye sockets of her fresh kill. A squishing sound of tissue with blood squirting out made her abruptly stop, pulling the sanguine-coloured fingers from their pits then laying the hands on her lap. Sighing, she lowered her head in a defeated notion, wishing she’d never said those words to a complete stranger. Kanna had revealed too much, too soon.
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He could feel the tension rising in the air, the hatred spewing from Kanna as she spat out words that were perhaps supposed to intimidate the blonde-haired man. However, as one could probably guess, it did none such a thing. All the white-haired girl was saying was words, and at that point in time he had become bored with such a subject. He had no desire to throw any more insults at her, nor correct any more of her phrases. Nay, Leonidas was much more interested in the katana she had slung loosely on her back, or more specifically if the girl knew how to properly wield the weapon. So much so that his eyes gleamed in amusement and curiosity as the girl was speaking. With no trace of defeat in them.

He was practically begging her to pull the weapon on him. Perhaps a few more words would do the trick. No, he didn't want to say anything else that had to do with the views of life that night. The man with eyes not unlike the color of his blood just wanted to do one thing, fight. But he restrained himself, for as far as Leonidas was concerned Kanna had done nothing to upset him. And that meant that whatever sort of urge he was feeling was simply that, something without a basis. And people, correction: humans, did not act without a basis. Or at least average ones didn't.

He had decided he would stop playing one-sided games with the girl.

And then Kanna did something rather odd. Or at least to the general populace it would be considered odd. Horrifying, actually. For the man, it simply gave him insight into her character, more so than words ever could. What was the saying, do as I say, not as I do? Leonidas understood exactly why those words were favored so much among people. It just showed how dishonest society was. Still, as he watched the girl gouge out the eyes of the already desecrated corpse, he couldn't help but wonder what her story was. The question he would pose as she leaned over in some type of defeat, however, would not be related to that.

"So, which do you like more, the heat of the battle or the bloodiness of the aftermath?"

Leonidas certainly knew which one he preferred.
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