Lost and Hungry

[Raven thorn]

Walking down the dark street Ella looked around before looking at the stars again. She heard her stomach growl and wrapped an arm around her thin waist.

"Why me?" her voice was hoarse. Turning around as she heard footsteps she saw nothing and a frown took over her lips. She turned back and continued walking careful not to make any extra noise.

A rock rolled off the sidewalk and into the gutter making Ella jump with fear. She looked around again to find she was alone as a bell rang out midnight. She started to think of what happened just hours before hand.


She was chained to two poles her head bowed down.
"Master please I shall be better" she cried and lifted her head to show deep red eyes and fangs. She was in her demonic form trying to beg to keep her place in the underworlds.

"You have disappointed me Annabella, never again! You shall find a new master who shall deal with your mistakes!" the demon above her shouted and motioned with his hand for a pair of guards to drag her away.

As she reached the portal to go onto the human world her body changed. Her dark scales changed to darkly tanned skin, her red eyes turned brown but her outfit stayed the same. A deep green dress that was low cut in front, tight waist and went down to the ground. She now looked like a normal human girl, only about 14 years of age, if it wasn't for the outfit.


Ella snapped out of the nightmare flashback and looked at where she was. Sitting on a bench, cold and covered in graffiti, but it was a seat. She let herself lay down her dark black hair covering her face that was twisted in pain and anger.

"I never messed up" she told herself closing her now dark brown, almost black, eyes. Curling up into a ball she didn't think of her hunger or how she only had a matter of hours to find a master as she drifted into a light sleep, still listening for the footsteps of who was following her.

[Mac]

“I neva' wanna see your demonic face again!” The bartender slammed the door to the Irish Tankard leaving a once regular patron sprawled on the sidewalk. Except he wasn't just one of those rowdy drunks and this was not a normal bar.

The scruffy figure on the ground lay still, taking in what happened. He wore a tweed trench coat on this breezy autumn night that was threadbare and bore a motley of gaudy colored patches. If the flamed hair man cared, though he didn't, the coat would have been burned the past winter for the heat he never felt. Of course, there was a better reason for his wearing it, and as he pulled himself against a light post a glimpse of faded tattoos became visible on his palms and wrists. Briefly glancing at them, the man made a mental note to find a pair of gloves; he had already attracted the attention of several historians this past summer in a previous town and he was anxious to leave the past behind.

[Mac]

Using the post to pull himself to his feet, he hissed as a sports car drove by with its high beams blinding him temporarily. Stupid kids. Both hands rubbed his once smooth face, now he wore a thin beard. Once he had been a prominent member of society, once he had also been a king, but those years were behind him and it was time to start fresh.

“Life's a game for me,” he murmured as his dark emerald eyes lingered on the pub door before he trudged down the side walk to his favorite resting spot. He continued to speak to himself, making promises that he would one day buy the pub, analyzing frightened couples as his deranged and haunting gaze came their way, and once in a while reciting lines from a Shakespearean tragedy. His smooth tone was tinged with a slight European accent, though the words that sometimes flew from his mouth unintentionally would be unknown to any common human.

[Mac]

His tense shoulders relaxed as he neared his bench. The bench he had dragged from the city's park into a darker, and less crowded street. He had actually made the street in to a livable environment; chasing away homeless drunks and marking his territory so he would not be invaded by stray dogs and cats, even bugs dared to not come with in a few feet of his aura. But when he came closer to his alley he smelled something amiss. A trashcan knocked over from a nonexistent wind and the man's nostrils flared. Only fool demons dared encroach on his domain.

Sensing the other demon fleeing, he turned the corner in to his alley. His alley, not the girl's who slept on his bench. Anger flaring, he stomped to the bench and stood over the fool who rested there.

“Did Lucifer send you?” he hissed.

[Raven thorn]

Ella jumped hearing a voice and her eyes flew open as she looked above her to the man. She shook her head

“No sir” she said but otherwise didn’t move. She cursed herself for not hearing him come up and not noticing the aura that was around.

“Asmoday banished me here, to find someone new to care for” she added knowing better than lie to elder demon. Slowly moving to sit up she didn't want him to hit her or yell as her head continued to pound from many factors.

[Mac]

He stared at her for a moment then sniffed.

"I suppose you are hungry . . . " reaching into his pocket he pulled out a hot dog wrapped in foil. "It has peppers on it but you can pick them off." Tossing it into her lap he sat down on the bench, put both hands behind his head and stared at the sky.

"Asmoday, you said? What level does he live on?" He spoke, trance like, more to the unseen stars than to the girl.

[Raven thorn]

She opened it and ate it quickly then licked her fingers.

“The 5th…” she stated and watched him then moved so she sat facing him. Her legs crossed under the dress. Her frowned deepened as she crumpled up the foil as she tried to think of reasons he would be here or why he would be on the streets. He was too old to just be a grunt like herself.

[Mac]

He turned to look at her for the first time. By human standards he looked a good fifteen or twenty years older than her, but he knew he surpassed her by hundreds or even a thousand years.

Rubbing his stubbled chin he glanced towards the alley opening and back to the sky.

"It is going to rain soon . . ." he mused. In a few months this alley would be blanketed in nearly three or five inches of snow, and it only got worse from there. He loved season changes, but experienced as he was the man knew even he could not survive outside against the harsh extremities again.

As he stood, he streched towards the sky, feeling his bones pop and tendons tighten. He was prepared for the rain, a week before someone had dumped a load of wornout tarps in the trash bin three blocks over, luckily. Within a few hours of duct taping- one of his favorite past times- and simple needle work he had a tent made.

[Mac]

"Normally I don't use telekenesis in the open, but someone has taken to wacthing you and I feel they are coming back . . ." Closing his eyes he fixed the image of the tent in his head, lifted a hand towards the rolled bundle against the wall, and filled himself with carbon. The patched tent rose reluctantly, unrolled itself as the man's hands rose like a conductor's, then the four hooks at the tarp's corners found hoops on the alley walls. He dropped his hands and opened his eyes, and the tent enveloped them in a dim darkness.

[Raven thorn]

She watched then nodded slightly “Another grunt most likely to make sure I get some other demon, or human if I must, to take me in and put me to work” she said standing up and straightening the dress.

She then watched him move the tent, she studied him, unable to do such a thing yet, and she wanted to learn how to become more powerful. To not be a grunt and be able to control, like those she worked for.

When he was finished she slowly walked from the bench to the other wall and rubbed the brick her fingertips learning the feel before she walked to the edge of the tent trailing her fingers over the rough brick. Her feet getting used to the cool hard concrete as she walked more.

Her mind was stuck on the image of the elder demon, that power he held she wanted. It had to be within her, to gain that access to her own power, and she didn’t want to wait to let it come with age. Stopping she turned back and looked at him “Teach me” she suddenly snapped, “I want to find my full power.”

[Mac]

OOC:|| Just some tips:
Instead of saying she wanted to learn how to get more powerful, "get" should be "become" and try something more along the lines of how she longed to feel such power.

Writing is an art form, if one is not skilled one must learn.

And is she still inside the tent? I may not have made it clear in my description . . .

[Raven thorn]

OOC:
I understand I think I fixed it, I'm not sure. I get wrapped up with speed and don't think out what I write and only write what comes to me.

[Mac]

IC:||
Heaving a sigh of relief he watched the girl trail her hand along the bricks; something in the far corners of his mind made a sound as the hair on his nape prickled.

"They are binding lesser demons to rules now, then. How cowardly." He sat against the far wall his head leaned back but his eyes following her form. "Tell me, this Asmoday, does he control numerous demons? He seems like a slave driver by the condition of the scum that was following you earlier-" he was about to say more but the waterlogged clouds suddenly emptied their load on the city, drowning out words altogether.

[Mac]

OOC:||
Worry more about what you say and less about speed. I know that myself and other roleplayers praise quality rather than quantity. If it takes you an hour or two to type up a response than so be it. That is one thing about Neopets is that alot of the roleplayers on there get annoyed with the more experienced who take twenty minutes to respond. With everything being here, and it won't go away, one can take a day or two to groom their responses.

[Raven thorn]

OOC: I will have to learn that. I'm very used to speed on neopets and in notebooks with friends. I'll try to be more careful.

[Mac]

OOC:||
It was a hard transition for me, reviewing my posts, but there really is no haste in responding, that is one reason I dislike roleplaying on neopets so much.

It may take some time to get use to but it is worth it overall, and others will appreciate your good grammar and composition! ;D

[Raven thorn]

She had listened and began to interrupt him but she was drowned out also. The sudden rush of noise made her wince and close her mouth, then moving to the center area of the tent. As the drumming from the rain became rhythmic, she calmed and went to the bench once more. Sitting she pulled her legs up to her chest and looked at the top of the tent.

Putting her head down on her knees she closed her eyes and tried to relax but her body stayed tense as she listened for footsteps over the rain. Even though she knew it was impossible to hear anything other than maybe a few shouts.

[Mac]

OOC:|| Mind if I fast forward to a few hours later?

[Raven thorn]

OOC: Not at all. ^-^

[Mac]

The rain battered incessantly against the tent through the night. It was only when the rays of morning sunlight wove their way through the alleys of the city that the soaked clouds dissipated.

The man- who was really more than just a man- hissed as the sunlight blinded him. Removing a pair of sunglasses from an inside pocket of his trench coat he glanced at the girl before shading his eyes with the stolen glasses and stepping into the new day. His arms stretched upward, as if he was afraid to be entrapped by a ceiling. Tendons popped, muscles awoke, and the man yawned with pleasure at the rising sun.