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Eris gave a playful shrug, a bit of a smug look at how quickly he backed off. She glanced at him for the wide eyed stare, still smiling, pearly white canines catching the light. Yet still, despite what she expected, she didn't smell fear. She cocked a brow at the murmured words behind her back, stifling a small laugh at the utterly adolescent sounding insult. At least, she thought it was an insult- or mocking, maybe. She straightened and started the 5 foot walk back to Greenbriar Territory. "Mm? I'll consider it." She answered mockingly, taking in a deep, excited breath as she started back toward camp. She could tell the warrior had no intent to follow her, so she did minimal things to throw off her track. Other than that, she was thrilled to not be... starving, for once.

Clearly, Eris was off her game.

Getting captured by enemy number one? Really good job for one of the most powerful in her elite squadron. She kept running the scenario over and over in her mind- if she hadn't stayed back to cover the younger Fae foot soldier, she could have made it back. Could have combated the Elven soldiers flanking her. Or, maybe, both of them could have been caught and executed. She was surprised she even made it into Duluo (at least, by the mixed scent of cedar, elves, and a few other muddled species, that's where she thought she was)- most Fae were executed on sight. Not like Fae treatment of Elves was any better. Her hands were bound in iron, and any small movement made the already bright red skin of her wrists burn further. Like a bunch of blisters being bitten by fire ants. The burlack sack over her head was a nice touch, though. Her ears flicked every two seconds, making her earrings jingle softly. The itchy fabric was less than nice on the sensitive skin of her ears. Still, she would not be afraid- focusing on her minor inconveniences was more manageable.

Eris simply gave a light blink as the bag came off, her pupils widening and then shrinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light. Her face was... bored. Disdained, really, like most holier-than-thou Fae. Her chin was tipped upward, stance wide, and shoulders squared. Utterly unashamed. Her left ear flicked once. Twice, as she surveyed the crowd. She saw the upturned noses and preternatural stillness of the fae among the crowd- hiding. Like cowards. Pathetic, really. Why live somewhere where you have to be ashamed of who you are? Stupid, really. She searched the crowd idly, eyes traveling and halting on a vaguely familiar face. Her head cocked ever so slightly at the familiar Elf She found, her deep Magenta braid sliding over her shoulder. She seemed to have enough of the crowd, letting out a bored sigh and glancing at the rope around her neck like it was a nuisance, not a death sentence. If it weren't for the stupid iron manacles, she could have shadows drawing her straight back to Windermere, the Capital city of Greenbriar. It wouldn't even be that hard.

She turned her head quickly to the left, narrowing her eyes and taking in a deep breath- something... evil. A stench, just barely there, of hell and rot. And then, of the iron tang of blood.

It was a half moment after she smelled it that the scream sounded. Then, another. She took in a hard breath, tugging back against her noose, and for the first time, letting the fear and adrenaline leak out of her and into the air. It was then that the... creature? Demon? Came. It was fast- a simple, silvery, blur- bear sized, maybe a little smaller. But there was no mistaking the red trail following it- blood or maybe more, it wasn't to be messed with. And it barreled directly into the crowd.

Perhaps a bit too late, she yelled something in her native tongue- Fae- something like "Scatter." And then something between a rainbow of curses and prayers in the Old Tongue.

Kin's jaw flexed as the criminal on the stand stared at him, he could feel it. He did not look up. He turned to gaze over the crowd, which was relatively easy for him as most of these were not big elves.

However, something caught his eye first. It was quite large and oddly colored, and it was- for lack of better word- stampeding toward the city. It had picked a great time with many of the people crowded to watch one enemy die. The fae on the stand had picked a good word, from what little he knew of the fae's language- and a little help from the crowd, it was either run or scream. Because everyone was doing one or both and it was usually both.

but the bear was faster and it began rampaging, less going after people in particular but he went for the most crowded areas. Before long buildings were affected too.

Kin had his arms wrapped around two small children, siblings, which he noticed were half fae at some point. They hid amongst the rubble. There was little he could do elsewhere save for herding a crowd. People still screamed as it continued down the main road.

The street was filling with dust, the air thick and hard to breathe, hard to see. He looked around, covered in who knows what, but the kids were fine.

"You are very brave." He whispered, checking to see if they were hurt, thankfully they were mostly just shaken. "Go to the center, it will be safe. Quickly." He urged them to go, reluctantly they did.

He couldn't chase down the beast, he knew that. Instead he started looking around. Most people had run if they could, gone from the rubble. Most that survived that is. By the bodies on the ground, he almost couldn't find any living. But he searched, it was insanely difficult for him, even his elven eyes, especially with the sun hidden behind clouds.

Eris pulled forward against the noose, then violently wriggled her head and yanked it back through the loop- miraculously, not choking herself. She took in a hard breath, taking a few steps backward and hopping off the stand. Instinct was to run- to fear, to hide. The other, smaller part of her told her to help. These people needed her. There was a demon out there, and she could catch it. She took in a hard breath and jammed her manacles down on a solid metal post, leaning back and taking in another breath. It was with one large, wrenching motion that she yanked the chain and split it in two- one had snapped a cuff, and she wriggled out of the other one.

There was dust, and blood, and screaming- but she had to fight. Had to find her way to the monster. She ran, almost falling over herself at the slew of bodies that had amounted in moments. She took in a solid breath- most, dead, it seemed. Someone was feebly stirring towards the back, gasping slightly. She sprinted toward the figure- angel, it seemed, by the white and blood soaked wings, both bent at odd angles. She kept in mind not to step on any parts of the dead- that was no disrespect they deserved. She dropped to her knees at the bloodied figures side, surveying it- him, maybe, if that blood covered lump was an Adam's Apple. She set her hand over the gaping, quickly bleeding hole in his chest, drawing shadows out from around her. Essentially, she clotted the bleed with it, standing and taking another smell. Demon, faintly. She took off running again, stopping to help the few victims that were still alive. After a certain point, the amount of shadows kept in place in different areas began to take a toll. Still; she refused to drop any of them. And still; she sprinted, on, and on, down the Duluo streets. Finally, it smelled close- she could almost taste it, at this p-

She turned just in time to see the large- skull headed... thing. It had no eyes, and it was covered in red- from blood not it's own. Time to scream? No such thing. It had a gaping mouth full of clear, almost crystalline serrated teeth, and silvery blue fur covering the rest of its canine-ursine body. She calculated quickly, taking a few steps back and barely ducking the jagged... finger claws aimed at her face. It snagged her shoulder, and despite the screaming there, she grasped what seemed to be part of a broken light source- metal, heavy. She swung it, as hard as her strength would allow, and it slammed into the side of the creature's face and it gave a shrill, inconvenienced shreik. She could see the dent her hit formed, see the blood- at least, that's what she figured- it was like water, but far more viscous. Silvery, slightly. She tripped over something- She wasn't sure what- or who it was a piece of, anyway, and landed on her ass, scrambling back and letting out a roar of her own. Her focus was waning, and she could feel her skin overheating with the use of her powers- there had to have been twelve different people she stopped for. None of her shadows were left for use. It advanced, and even as she swung again, she felt the claws rake through her upper thigh. That was a screech of both anger and agony as she released the metal pole and let it go flying- straight into the demon. After, it seemed to have smelled an easier target- or maybe it just wanted to back to the pits of hell- and fled. She was just on the verge of blacking out, her fingers grasping the terrible, gushing claw marks.

No good deed goes unpunished, she supposed. That was her last thought before she really, truly, blacked out.

Kin followed behind in the wake of the beast. When he looked around it was completely motionless. He felt a little hopeless just walking over bodies of his people, a bit shaken.

He wasn't moving quite fast enough for his liking, and no-one was around. He started runninng, but it sounded different, with four feet instead of two, with a new gait. The shuffling of fur and padded footfalls. He started huffing, he could smell all too well. The fine black mist that assisted his change almost went unseen because of the dust.

Now he was no longer elven. His body resembled a very muscular and thick-limbed wolf, almost bear-like. uncharacteristically for his figure, his fur hangs down at his belly and bounces when he runs- except for on his face. Which was simply the massive skull of a canine with dark eyesockets and some unsttached eyes- which are black, with piercing dandelion colored irises.

he is similarly colored to himself as a person, black hair and brown skin.

Like this, it was a bit easier to find remnants of life. The unfortunate part was that this life he was following bounced between dead bodies. Species alike, only two or three on his path as he neared the sound of demonic roaring and yelling appeared to be alive. Which he could tell by the way they were staring.

Oh yeah- and he's about the size of a horse, his head reached about the same height as it did when he walked on two legs not including his ears.

He didn't stay long by any of them as it appeared the bear was leaving. He found a particularly bloody spot, both the demonic bear's and the familiar scent. He decided not to follow the bear and instead the very short blood trail, a little ways down a somewhat not stable alley.

He crept closer, towering over the fae. That's why she was so familiar finally it clicked, now he was no longer confused by the familiarity. Simply upset she was still alive. He glared at her gushing wounds and at least mostly unconscious self for a moment. He reluctantly decided to help.

He knelt beside her as the mist faded, fetching something from his satchel, a cloth he placed on the wound that bled most, pressing gently on it. He shut his eyes for a moment, unhappy with this decision he was making.

Kin draped the least afflicted of her arms over his shoulders and put her other on her stomach before he scooped her in her arms. He had half a mind to fireman carry her but figured that was just foul play.

At least it was nice for a little while. Sleep meant no pain- which was enjoyable for the few moments She was actually asleep. She only forced herself awake at the sound of something approaching, eyes flicking open. She would've screamed if she had the energy- that Gods condemned demon was back. Not like she could do much else but stare at the skull. Perhaps it was a different demon? This one had eyes. And was far more... wolfish. She peered up at the skull and the black fur, something familiar itching her nose, but she was in no state to recognize it. She blinked and let her head loll slowly to the other side, peering down the alley as death finally came down to greet her.

Except, it wasn't death. In fact, something was touching an already existing wound- she let out a soft hiss of agony at the feeling, letting out a faint, incoherent curse. Was this creature going to torture her? If so, that was worse than what she had expected.

Still, no new wounds. She finally, slowly, turned her head back to the demon. And... it wasn't a demon. She blinked hazily a few times, and faint tremor spasming her muscles. She knew him. From where, she wasn't sure. She let him pick her up- not that she had the authority to let anyone do anything at the moment- then went slightly limp in his grasp, black fading in and out of her vision. She peered up at the cloudy sky for a few moments, the smell of blood tanging her nose. Her head drooped faintly onto his shoulder, her eyes fell shut, and she faded in and out of consciousness from there on out.

Kin gave little recognition of the fae's consciousness. He didn't speak to her, he kept silent. Just glancing up at the slivers of eyes. Her ears were moving. Specifically when he pressed onto her wound she wiggled a bit but that was the extent of it.

She didn't seem horribly pained at least while he was carrying her. He had vaguely decided this was an escape from where he was standing, and as he got closer and closer to help he was less and less inclined to do anything about her injuries.

But fortunately for her, as more and more healers showed themselves, one assumed she was just a regular person and carefully took her, and he let them. Strangely he asked where she would be staying so he could get one of the guards to take her or something.

After that he promptly went back in search of some of those few who made it.

It was about to reach dark once more, twilight was falling over the town before most of the bodies had been accounted for. He'd found half a dozen survivors at least before dark along with many more from others. It was better than nothing. He heard some chatter about a couple of them having some kind of magic helping out to stop the bleeding but listening was never his forte.

The elf made his way to where the woman said the fae would be at. A rustic place, brown walls and such. His shoulders started slumping when he walked in, it was just relaxing in this place.

It took a minute to find her, without knowing her name it was kind of hard to ask where she would be but he did get there. She appeared to still be asleep when he walked in, it was just a nice bed on the floor with a rug and blankets. So cozy. He glared.

He sat down rather roughly and leaned against the wall with one knee up. Sighing, he stared at her. Willing himself to stay awake but he did not. At some point he had laid down on his back, on the ground. He hadn't even tried using his bag like a pillow either.

He knew he still had blood on him, hers, a bit of his own- he hadn't bothered to do anything about the died blood on the side of his face, blood from those who'd died and those who he'd found. Really if the fae hadn't been here he would have just gone back to camp with the other soldiers. He wished he was but he didn't care.

Overall, it was safe to say Eris didn't really... know what was going on, for the most part. She vaguely recalled being carried, then carried some more. The rest were snatches of faces, smells, lots of sounds- none particularly familiar. Even with her speedy Fae healing, the gaping wounds on her legs were barely being held together- mostly by hopes and dreams, even after the elves had helped. There was a pristine white bandage around the gashes, her somewhat tight, sleek black pants cut off just above it- presumably to bandage and clean it in the first place. A large part of her sleeve had also been cut, to get at the claw marks on her shoulder. She was in... rough shape. When she woke up, everything was... different. The first thing She registered was the sharp aching in her leg- like her whole body was throbbing because of it. She let out a faint groan of discomfort, opening her eyes to see where she was. A nice, dull colored room- softly lit. Clean. It felt like a dream, and it smelled even better- no blood, except for a bit of her own, it seemed. There was also a soft, foresty scent drifting around. Woodsy. Faintly reminiscent of a river. A little... canine-ish? Elven, she was pretty sure, and really nice. Even the earthy undertone couldn't make it odorous.

She stared at the ceiling for a few moments, pondering her surroundings and the scent before she turned her head to the side and jumped, yelping softly out of agony for the movement and falling back to the bed with a Fae curse. She kept her eyes shut tight for a moment and slowly relaxed her face from the wince, looking over at her... sleeping? Company. She knew him, from somewhere. He was dirty, bloody- truly, he needed a shower. Still, she had seen many uglier clean specimens. She observed him for a few moments, squinting and marking the features of his face until it set in who he was. She tilted her head, a faint look of confusion on her face.

Kin wandered around the neadiw, very sure of where he was going. On four paws, as usual. The faint taste of peaches in his fleshless maw, more of an essence. The sky was green, the trees were blue. As usual. Other things of course that felt ordinary.

He glanced around, only to see an inaccurately colored bear stomping right at him, then- Kin sat up from the flat of his back, his rose hands from where they had been resting on his stomach. One on the windowsill directly above and the other supporting him on the floor.

He looked straight at her, he looked very confused and a little mad. He swiftly pieced together that it was her who'd woke him up. He blinked and shifted his grip, peeking out the window. Oh good, the sky is blue- dark-ish still, but blue. He groaned, pulling his arms in to rub his face. He felt grimy and lacked any care. He took in a breath, rubbing where a small ache wedged in his head.

The elf turned to her, stiff. "Well this just scrambles my eggs." He muttered unpleasantly. He watched her right back, she looked absolutely horrible. As she should. He felt a tiny bit bad but not near enough. "Feeling well?