Malevolence

[reynard]

Reynard smiled slightly at the childish eagerness of Daylet. Her enthusiasm was surprisingly infectious. Daylet was an interesting person. It felt nice to have his wings rubbed. He hadn't known moths had scales on their wings. Although he supposed it did make sense since butterflies had tiny scales on their wings.

"So how long have you been in this area? I am relatively new. I don't suppose there is any stuff I might need to know? Any gods I out to watch out for? You know just simple stuff anything would be useful." Hopefully since Reynard had let Daylet stroke his wings she would oblige by telling him some useful information.

Nodding his acknowledgement at Daylet's request Reynard trotted over to Lyle and tried to spread his wings over the griffin in a comforting manner. Hopefully Lyle wouldn't try to attack him and force Reynard to put him down. A fight probably wouldn't help Lyle's mental state.

[dahliablackwood]

his head picked up at the sound of paws walking toward him, making him completely stop all crying. he looked up and saw the massive Kludde draw closer, Lyle himself seeming to squirm away. when it was right in front of him, he squeezed his eyes closed and covered his head with his hand like claws. Expecting to be bitten or clawed, he was shocked to have somewhat soft wings drape over him. he picked his head up and looked Reynard in the eyes, making him instantly duck his head back down and cry, only without loud sounds.

"P-please turn b-b-b-back into a h-human...w-wolves h-h-hurt m-me..."

his voice was rather small sounding as he folded his wings over himself as if it would protect him from attacks.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/DayletBack.jpg] Daylet smiled as Reynard walked over to the griffin. The squalling stopped, but for some reason Lyle was still… on the ground. Even with Reynard’s comforting wings and words? Really? What an odd creature, not being comforted by such things as wings. Maybe it was because he had his own… Walking over to the two of them, she put her hand on Reynard’s shoulder. She could feel the weird feeling inside her go away. That feeling always made people run away if it was allowed to come out completely. They didn’t exactly like that feeling. She couldn’t really care less about it. She would black out for, oh, a few minutes, and then come back. She always found it interesting what people did to themselves and each other while she blacked out. Most people weren’t around anymore and those that were seemed to be oozing this red thing they called blood. Evidently, it was what kept everyone living, including herself. She had never seen the red stuff come out of herself, though. Maybe it had when she blacked out. Maybe not. Whatever the case, she had found that if she made enough of the red blood come out that the person would never get up and move again. They would be under her control within a few hours, and she liked that. That was her favorite part of the blood. By spilling it everywhere, she would soon be able to use it and its previous owner. ”Lyle, Reynard! Let’s go somewhere! I wanna have more fun!!” ((So Daylet is a little insane. >.>))