White Spire

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

A chill rolled down the soft pale flesh of a foreign-looking girl. Her hair was white as the moon, sharp blood-red eyes scanning the thick underbrush. From a young age, Dahlia had been taught to never leave the forest she called home. The Outside was full of wandering humans and unfamiliar beings that were deemed unapproachable, however the curiosity that ran through younger Dahlia's mind was too ravenous to be quenched.


Other beings smelled good.


The girl picked up in a roaring run, her hand full of a thick bouquet of thorny black flowers, the points threatening to break her skin.


Suddenly a wash of warm air carried an intensely sweet smell around the strange woman, making her halt abruptly. Crouching down, she crept around a towering redwood, the sound of footsteps making small ears perk. She was just barely outside of her destination, the small handcrafted tree-hut belonging to an old man who went by the name, Bubby. He was an interesting character, meaning he was off his rocker. She'd often find the grey-bearded free-spirit swinging from a rope secured to his ankle, the other end tied in an intricate knot almost 11 meters into the treetops. Being upside-down was his favorite thing.


Holding her breath, the girl peered around the thick trunk, straining her vision to see past the head-tall bramble.

 

[Syrrus]

Valerik couldn't help it. The Rush, the amazing feeling on being on top of the world. The greatest there was. For he was indeed the greatest there was. How could he know this? Because he was a hunter and because he had never met anyone as great as he. He hadn't met many people in fact. He was flying through the sky, his arms stretched out as if he was imagining having wings. The great sea lizard had thrown him off its back. Valerik hadn't meant to end up up there to begin with, never mind getting thrown off. He had been swimming in the Cyrystal lake, hunting large fish - they were more like hippos than fish - when Snakeskin had appeared from beneath him. The great Levaia.

It was a beautiful creature. Valerik landed upon his feet in the sand and turned around to awe at the magnificent beast that was roaring like thunder against the sky. The snake like creature had appeared from beneath him when Valerik had been swimming. The hunter had just managed to avoid getting bitten by the giant fangs and ended up on top of the beasts head. The creature had managed to get rid of him once they had hit the clear and calm surface of the lake. Now here he was, hair and cloths wet and breathing heavily. It was hard enough to hunt in water, never mind when he managed to swim into the Levaia. Valerik was the size of the monsters talons but little else. It was fantastic.


The water poured down the monsters scales like rivers. The blue skin and pearly white decorations glimmers in the sunlight in a way Valerik had never seen before. It was breath taking but that didn't mean that he would lose the grip of his two handed blade. He wouldn't let his guard down, no matter what.

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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

A sharp breath hitched in her throat, the sight of the large snake-like creature making her eyes go wide. It was a breathtaking sight, one that made a chill roll down her spine. She could hear every breath made, every roll of water washing over silver scales. The sound of quick heartbeats made Dahlia cock her head to the side, watching from a far distance as the odd stranger grasping a long blade. It had been far too long since she'd seen the likes of another creature, other then Bubby, and the swarm of conflicting halves were echoing in her skull.


Let's see what he is.


He smells so good.


Don't touch him.


But Dahlia.


She pressed her back hard against the tree, her eyes shutting tightly as she tried to pry her attention away from the sound of blood rushing, of breathing, the movement of hair and skin. The unbelievably rash and irrational urge to investigate made anxiety well under her tongue.


Going against her fathers rules, ones of which he took to the grave, she crept from her hiding place, eyes pinning on the scene along the shimmering lake.

 

[Syrrus]

He screamed as he tossed himself to the side just as the serpents tail came flying towards him and created a crater in the sand. With a mouth full of sand, the hunter realized that he had never been in a more humiliating satiation his whole life. He was quick to get back on his feet though, just in time to avoid another big limb coming for him.


Valerik spat sand for a second time, turning toward the beast who glared with mad eyes down at him. Saliva dripping from its jaw. It stood like that for what felt like minutes before craning its neck upwards, roaring as it started to charge up electricity through the giant crystals that decorated its back. Valerik's mouth fell open. He had never seen anything like it before. A giant sphere started to grow between the beasts jaws, bigger and bigger. It was sparkling with uncontrollable thunder and with reflexes quick as the wind it bent its neck forward facing Valerik, launching the charged up ball of lightning, causing it the explode on impact, shooting volts and volts of electricity through everything it hit.


Valerik had turned around to run just as the beast had started to charge up its power. Clearly it wasn't very interested in who the hunter was or pleased to be call a freak for it aimed to kill. Not that the serpent had tried to play gently with them earlier. The hunter managed to get far enough to only get a small volt of electricity through his body, enough however to throw him straight forward into a nearby three which fell over by the impact. Dust and sand moved through the air like static, making it almost impossible to see anything but sparkling blue lightning running through the ground, trees and climbing rocks. As well as two glowing orange orbs.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

She winced at every blow the unknown man seemed to have dodged, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Conflicting characters in her mind continued to yell in her ears, their sharp voices going back and forth.


It'll kill him!


Let's watch.~


No, he's a person.


He pulled out a weapon!~


Who is black?


Who is white?~


This conversation was soon cut off by the sudden tingling sensation that filtered through the air, a thick sphere of blue being molded in the scaled beast's maw. A frown licked Dahlia's light brows, her light red eyes darkening drastically. A loud crack was scattered in the forest, followed by an uproar of electricity and sand flinging everywhere. Short white locks grew as she witnessed the male get flung forward into a tree, the giant plant's spirit moaning in agony as it toppled to the ground. Hair now thick and black she growled. Three fingers flew into her mouth, sharp pointed teeth breaking the skin.


He's white. It's black


The voices in her skull agreed in unison, red splattering around her hardening to her body. Covered in an armor of blood, she glanced down at her right arm. In its place a thick seamless blade formed, her entire transformation happening in a heartbeat. She bound forward, muttering an apology to the fallen tree's spirit before leaping off its carcass. She swooped down and grabbed the downed man before a the girls in her head decided the fight wasn't worth the karma.


After running for a few hours, the unknown armoured woman stopped her very quick getaway, the conversation continuing silently as she tried hard to figure our if running from the creature was an honourable thing to do. She set the man on the ground, face masked by the hardened red substance. She turned towards the stranger, saying nothing. They sat in front of a tree almost 50 meters high, 15 meters wide. Thick steps were carved into the side of the redwood, leading up to a circular door. The girl smiled behind her helmet. I wonder what Bubby will think of him.


She was silent, crouching down and staring into his face, curiosity burning.

 

[Syrrus]

The hunter woke up by having two orbs staring down at him. At first he looked confused. Was he dead? He felt dead. His body surely did hurt and no matter how hard he tried the limbs refused to move. It took him a while, perhaps a minute from staring at the girl to intensely that he realized what exactly was happening and she shouted in surprise, almost as if he just had noticed her. "Personal space!" He screamed and started to flay his arms around. He clearly didn't understand what was happening. As soon as he calmed down however, he sat up and looked around. His head ache like something awful.


"Where am I?" He mumbled as he looked around the scenery. What had happened exactly? He remembered the lake and... He shouted again, a third time in only five minutes and threw himself up on wobbly feet. He started to look around, turn and spin like a dog chasing his tail. "Where's my sword?!" He continued to scream and then suddenly stopped and looked down at her. Remembering something about electricity and thunder, and a very annoying tree. "Who're you?" He asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. He had never seen the girl before.


He hadn't seen a lot of people before. Perhaps this was a trick? A monster had perhaps poisoned him and left him to die to strange hallucinations? He looked around. The worst hallucination ever, apparently. He couldn't see a single none dressed maiden or food the size of a mountain. He looked back down at the girl. The only thing he could see was her, she looked strange indeed but not strange enough to be a hallucination.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The sudden jolt of energy that coursed through the stranger, made the girls roaring in her head seem to pick up speed. They continued to chatter as the injured forest-dweller also continued to yell at her. By this time, the helmet that had been crafted to Salem's face deteriorated into steam, revealing long black hair and large dark eyes. She glanced up at him, barely wincing as his rather loud questions blew puffs of hot air into hee face. A glare formed along her brow, the armor slowly starting to fade in a cloud of white smoke. Her hair seemed to shed along with it, reveling snow-white locks. The blackness in her hues shrunk, her heartbeat slowing, body getting ready to slump over in exhaustion.


"Don't yell at me!" She screamed at him, the thick wall of strangely-sweet-smelling clouds clearing.


She crossed her arms over her chest, little girls in her head silent for once. She shrugged, her cheeks burning with anger.


"I don't have your sword. I only brought what I thought was necessary." Dahlia's voice was quiet but sharp as she turned on her heal, facing away from him as she let her emotions boil.


"You're welcome for saving your ass." She muttered, her bitter half showing brightly.