The Right to Power

[The Watcher]

With her very own knife the bonds she had were cut and for a moment she could only just stand there and look at him. She was in shock for what he was doing. He was going to let her go and realization sat in that someone else was going to die and she wasn't. She was glad to live but sad to see someone else go instead. She looked up at him and nodded softly as she got up and was shoved through the clearing. She peeked back through for a minute. She tossed the small puppy, the one she had carved for her dad into his lap. Why? Well she didn't know but it was something to remember her by.

"Mr? I.. thank you." she said as she turned and ran.

She ran because she wasn't sure if this was some kind of trick or not. If she was really free to go or if she was going to be forced to run again. Well limp really as she was still sprained and her back had a bruise the size of Texas on it. She sighed softly when she saw the city come into view. Running into the city and right into her fathers arms she swore then and there she would never leave the city again. Hawk the butchers son protectively put his arms around her and kept her close.

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Wolf was walking through the forest now to the secret spot. He had to get the girl back. His son was worried and had said more to him in five minutes than their entire lives together. And so he went down into the forest to find this girl. It was then he head a voice. He had saved the wha? But he ...

"Ell.ll... " was the noise that came out when he was suddenly grabbed pressed to a tree and his throat stabbed. Gasping for air little black spots went across his vision. Hawk..

[Chephros]

The blood drained quickly. The neck held one of the largest arteries in the human body and the knife had nicked it. The small cut ruptured into a large one and blood was draining fast, but the demon's own wound absorbed it readily. Feeling the onset of an elation in his body, almost as if he was high on a drug, he knew that power was soon to be his. He stood there, gripping the man's throat and draining him of blood. After some time, all struggling stopped and the man was unconscious from blood loss.

Kneeling down, the blood continued flowing out, and over a few moments the man was dead. His blood was almost all drained. Taking the knife, Chephros set to do his gruesome task. Stabbing into the man's chest, there was no burst of blood for he had none left to give. Carving the flesh out, he found the heart quickly enough and then there was some blood. Placing his stab wound to it, the blood soaked in readily. Ripping the heart out through the hole he had made, he stood there with it in his hand......

Then of course he finished the task. He devoured the organ, not really savoring it, simply eating it because he had to. As soon as he finished he fell to his knees. Out of his tail bone, an actual tail sprouted. An interesting one that was black with small ridge like spikes running along the sides. Its end was shrouded in darkness it seemed, as it couldn't really be seen. Flexing the muscles, he swished it side to side but then bent forward as if he had horrible stomach pains.

His shoulder blades cried in elation. They had a use again! Two black wings sprouted, with hints of a dark blue and some red in them. They could fold up along his back to be small, chaos compacting them simply to make them almost disappear. Then he noticed his control of it. Putting his hand out, he called the chaos to his hand, and it lit his appendage on fire. Smirking, his fangs showed clearly. Licking them, they were all sharpened. None jutted out, but they were definitely changed. His two new abilities came to him as well. (Designer approved me gaining these two upon becoming blooded)

Standing there, he looked back towards the area. Closing his eyes he sensed the area and reached down. Whiping the blade in the snow, he hurled it up. It would rapidly spin in the air, and the wind would push it a bit as well. It would come down a few feet from the girl, buried hilt deep into the snow. There was no chance it would hit, as if his aim was off, it would simply move a bit farther away from them. Flapping his wings then, he walked back to the log area and picked up the carved dog. Slipping it away, he flapped his wings twice then, jumped up and started flying away to test his wings.