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As your character is walking down an alleyway, they began to notice that something was a bit off. In order to confirm whether they're being followed or not, they purposely take one step and hear a slight 'tap' behind them.
How would your OC react?
Post IC!
It was a peaceful night. Ryan was on night duty like usual and whistled happily since nothing crazy occurred in the area he was patrolling. The park was pleasing to the eye in the dark, hence he glanced around to enjoy the view. However, his eyes stopped moving once he spotted an unfamiliar figure in a distance. Weird, he could've sworn he saw a flash of orange behind one of the trees.
The cop rubbed his eyes and blinked to get a better view. The orange spot was no longer there, so he chalked it up to a lack of sleep and went back to looking for strange activity.
Standing around doing nothing was getting very old at this point. He took out his notepad along with his pen and started doodling something. He wasn't a very good artist, but he sure could draw a mean stick figure. Just when he was drawing the legs, he dropped the pen and bent down to retrieve it. While doing so, Ryan had a strong feeling of being watched and jerked his head upwards and sideways to see his potential stalker. Perhaps what he saw earlier was not a hallucination after all. His eyes kept searching for his target in the dark and eventually landed on something...quite eccentric.
Was that a dinosaur?
He was used to seeing strange things, but not something like a dinosaur. "Shouldn't you be extinct?" He suddenly blurted out. Not a very nice way to start a conversation, but it distracted him from the fact that he was being stalked by this creature.
(Forgot to be IC lol)
The midst of the night. It was a time where beings like him, nightmares that were personified for whatever reason, were permitted to sulk the streets, patrol them, and claim them. On the human spectrum, there were often unsolved cases of missing people, or in the occasional report--murders. Sometimes a loved one would head out to the grocery store for the extra toiletry or required item, embarking on this innocent act without thinking the consequences. Their families would expect them back within the hour, only to find at daybreak there was no trace of them left, that it was almost as if they never existed. Hearts would be broken and tears would be shed, searches would be filed, and yet; their bodies would never be recovered.
What humanity wasn't aware of, was that there were portals linking between several worlds. The misfortune of this city was that their wormhole was connected to the land of monsters, beasts, and specimen they would only ever conjure up to be in Hell. Their cherished ones were often taken away to the distant land, consumed like cattle by the mouths of the royal hierarchy, then dished into scraps for the lurking rejects. His job was to locate the wandering Tims and Tinas of the streets, then haul them through the gates to be delivered as a fresh meal. It was also his job to remind the humans that they weren't the ones in control and that ever so often, a maniac was on the loose, killing and pillaging throughout the homes of many, leaving their bodies and lives broken.
Tonight was a night where he had set out on a rampage. Home after home, he stepped in through an automatic hole and created a murder scene out of each family who had the misfortune of being in the neighborhood. Then, he wandered the streets, knowing fully well that the ones he left alive would leap on the chance to summon their authorities, praying that they could help them. The police? Their guns had shot bullets through him several times. He still beheaded and carved through their forces as if they were playthings. An unstoppable force couldn't be reckoned with, after all.
Behind him, he drags the end of his chainsaw in his steps, paying no mind to the wretched scraping noise it makes. There is someone following him, he is aware of it. Their scent is highly obtainable, wafting through his nose and stinging it with an almost alcoholic like aroma. They're nervous, unsure, but something in their pheromones suggests they're attempting to overcome the fear, assert their dominance. If he had to make a guess from past encounters, he'd pin that it was an officer. The first one to get to the scene. Unlucky bastard.
The sound of their voice speaks out and he comes to a stop. Slowly, his towering form begins to shift and white eyes find the face of Ryan, honing in on it. Splattered blood lines along his face, mask and clothing, painting him as the obvious culprit. That's right, he killed all those people. Chains on boots jingle as he fully turns and his body aligns. There's no words spoken, however his brows do harden over the blankness of his expression once the chainsaw is pulled upwards in swift movement. One jerk back of the string is all it takes before the sound of it shrills throughout the empty district in a vibrating, hostile:
VRROOOOOOOM.
Oliver let out a sigh into the dark night as he navigated through the empty city streets. He had gone out on a quest to find new members for his cult, and only came up empty-handed. To make matters worse, he had completely lost track of time and his phone had died. It was well past midnight now, and he could feel it. His darling Casey was probably still up, waiting for him to return despite the time. If only he could have sent a message earlier... What if he was worried? What if he had gone out looking? Oliver wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he caused his partner any stress. He hastened his pace, trying to get home as quickly as possible...
And then he heard it.
A misstep behind him, a rattling of chains, a harsh drag of metal on the ground. Like the blade of a chainsaw scraping across concrete. He was being followed.
Oliver's lips curled into a slight, almost involuntary smirk. His previous anxieties had melted, and only survival was on his mind. 'Oho, so someone wants a new victim to chase? Well, might as well let him have his fun...'
He continued on his path, playing an unsuspecting role. As far as his follower was aware, he hadn't suspected a thing. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings and reminding himself of where he was before suddenly ducking into an alleyway. He knew the city like the back of his hand, and he knew just where he was headed. He quickly followed a variety of twists and turns, taking momentary peeks behind him to see if he was still being pursued. He didn't know how long it would take before the man would become agitated. Nevertheless, he kept taking turn after turn, threading through alleyway after alleyway.
Once he was certain his follower was fed up, he decided to finally make his escape. He picked up the pace, now running instead of going about a leisurely walk. As soon as the chainsaw-wielding follower was out of sight, he turned down one more alley. He had gotten exactly where he wanted: to the back door of a 24 hour bar across from his home. Despite the time, he heard a bustling crowd inside, living it up like it wasn't obscenely early (or obscenely late, depending). He quickly stepped inside and wandered into the middle of the crowd. Once he knew he was safe, he stole a phone from one of the unsuspecting drunks, sending Casey a message about what had happened and where he was. He just hoped that his follower would be opposed to charging in and slaughtering everyone inside to get at him, should he figure out where he had gone. He whispered a prayer to Oz'aathul and waited for an opportunity to go home safely.
The feeling of being watched was never a pleasant one, especially considering Fitzgerald's current situation. Sure, he loved attention (and if this pursuer turned out to be a fan of his, he certainly wouldn't mind the extra flattery), but... This hit different. It was more ominous. Like... You know... Maybe his parents found out where he went and were sending someone after him as a result? It made him cough into his sleeve as he hunched his shoulders and muttered, "Damn it, damn it, damn it..." Then he sighed and relaxed as much of himself as he could before actually doing the dramatic reveal.
He turned around to see a black-haired individual. A strangely familiar one too! By goodness, it really was a small world after all! Fitzgerald wasn't sure what to feel about that, but he seriously doubted that the cult leader posed any real threat to him, so... He sighed once more.
"Oh, you again?" the youth asked coolly, a languid smirk on his face as he leaned against the corner of a building, "What a pleasant surprise. I thought that fee was enough to scare you off, but I guess we meet again. But not at my lodging. So I guess I'll give you the benefit here." His arms tensed as one of his hands gripped against the crook of his elbow, but other than that, it just seemed like he was talking to an acquaintance. A friend even? Fitzgerald sure didn't think this other man was a friend, but his charisma was admittedly wearing down on this brat... His company was tolerable, but he'd still die before admitting it.
He flicked a lock of his hair before continuing, "I'm just letting you know that the fee still stands, though. I'm not selling my name off to just anyone, but I'm sure you've already heard of that particular adage." A hand was put up to his chin as he chuckled. Was he genuinely joking? Was he just being an ass? It was hard to tell, and that was intentional. "The only reason I think you're even following me is because you want a discount, but..." he mused before throwing his hands out in a shrug.
"I'm only going to cut it by fifty percent at most, okay?" Fitzgerald offered all too sweetly. Great, now he was clearly existing just to be a bitch. His voice had an unnaturally high pitch to it, almost as if he was talking to a child. You know, despite this other party being older than him. "I need my end of the bargain upheld too, and just any old dollar won't cut it... You do respect your authorities, don't you?" He fluttered his eyes at the other party because he thought this shit was all too hilarious. The exchange, the reaction... Everything... It was just funny to him, as long as those gods of his weren't actually real and didn't try to smite his ass.
"By the way," he interjected just when it started to get quiet again, "I'm tempted to increase that fee because of that terrible outfit of yours. Imagine following a beauty like me in that look! You're going to disgrace me with your presence if you keep up with that!" Fitzgerald took a step forward, his smirk now faded into a pout. "Just this once, I'll take you over to some boutique and get you dressed up. Properly this time! I'm still charging you, but I'm going to keep it flat for the time-being if you go," the young man proclaimed with a pompous huff, "Consider it an act of mercy from me, because next time I see those dreadful wrinkles, I'm going to ignore you!"
Yes, Fitzgerald, that was... A very good threat. Definitely one he could enforce if things went south...
and here's a quick follow-up to the post below hehe.....
Fitzgerald wasn't normally the type to become the nosiest little shit when it came to animals, which he liked observing but didn't find them nearly as engaging to eavesdrop upon as other people, but... Here he was... Creeping after this tiny little reptile that could still bite his face or hand off if he was being too reckless. M. Pourife had definitely told him about the safety concerns regarding some of these animals; he, however, chose to ignore them on purpose because he was petty.
Seriously, the guy had no reason to be acting the way he was.
He stopped a few meters behind the other party as the latter stumbled into a carcass. The sight was absolutely sickening to a refined fellow like Fitzgerald, but... Hey, science is science, right? Plus, there was that little thought... At the back of his mind... This creature is both adorable and strong! I'd have to love it on my team! Um, Fitzgerald, you do realize that catching it is probably much easier said than done, right? It's a bit bold to expect self-awareness from this brat, to be fair... The fight itself was also something that made his stomach turn, but at the same time... It was quite riveting. Said confrontation reminded himself of home- Shit.
At just the right moment (how convenient), the raptor finally noticed his presence and growled at him. It's what he deserved. Fitzgerald, finally coming to his senses, gulped and realized that maybe those sharp little teeth weren't worth dealing with up close. That took a long time. The young man backed away a few steps, before tripping on a root and falling to the ground. There was a lot of cursing following that thud on the floor.
Her notebook was still empty as she still hadn't found anything to write or doodle about.
Aelarys sighed, quite upset. She had never studied the place before, it should be new species out there... -Hmm... Is that a...- She said to herself while gently touching a delicate plant, with tiny racemes of white flowers.
Step sounds could be heard a few metres away.
She looked around, slightly worried. -It might be a rodent or...- Whatever it was following her, it made a noticeable noise while breathing. -Maybe a deer? - She was starting to get scared.
A group of birds quickly took off, terrifyed, one of them hitting Aelarys' shoulder with its wings, making her smile while inmediately examining the ground, searching for any lost feather. There was a long, extremely polished caudal one, which she gladly collected.
-Grey wagtails...- She noted down, then aproached to the pond they was in.
It was as shallow as most of the brainless people she had to stand daily. One of the reasons Aelarys enjoyed so much her time exploring out there.
Suddenly the water reflected a contrasting pattern and started to weakly wave. Aelarys saw sideways a big claw touching the surface, she holded her breath while looking over the impressive creature. Powerful feet covered with scales, compact build, feathered like a bird, its anatomy was quite similar to them...
That strange animal stoped drinking and lifted its head. It had vibrant blue eyes that really stood out over the orange stripe on its head.
-Are you a hunter? -Aelarys whispered while moving back a little bit to prevent bothering the creature. It should be a dangerous predator by the way it looked. However, nothing could stop her from admiring it.
She quickly drew its shape, and described it as fast as she could. The dinosaur slightly opened her mouth giving Aelarys the opportunity to see its beautiful dentition, conical teeth curved backwards, it was with no doubt strictly carnivorous or at least it was her assumption.
Swallowsprite walked then to the opposite direction unintentionally displaying her gorgeous long, feathered tail. She had recently eaten and wasn't interested on fighting.
Aelarys stared that unrecognizable creature, fascinated. She even stayed once it had gone to sketch the shape of its footprints. Once she had finished she ran to her home again, she just couldn't wait to show her notebook to the king as their shared that passion.
Maribelle felt as though she was lost in a WalMart, as usual. She wore the face of an aimless child, though even when she was settled more into her... "resting bitch face", there was a hint of said expression in her eyes. But now, of all times, when she was meant to be working, the feeling was a tad overwhelming. Perhaps even the word "overwhelming" was a bit of a trivialization.
It was dark now. The moon was concealed by the tall, concrete buildings enclosing the alleyway. She noticed that she was being followed mere moments ago, but tried to ignore it. If anything went wrong, then she could certainly defend herself, she thought, but that was before the night started to get to her. Darkness itself wasn't terrifying. It was the images she would see, mere blurs but nevertheless unnerving when they took shape in the corner of her eye. Why did she ever think she would be free?
The girl heard footsteps on the concrete. She glanced over her shoulder to find the silhouette of an older woman at the entrance to the alley. If this was a joke, it wasn't funny.
Maribelle would never cry in public, though the space around them seemed more private now, not too different from the stone walls of her room at the base. Quite unlike her stoic demeanor and forlorn stare, her eyes were wide, round, her body shrinking back like that of a frightened animal. She shuddered and cowered so strangely that it was hard to believe that she was a soldier, even in the presence of someone who seemed shorter than her, even from after. When she finally addressed Aelarys, she did so in such a quiet voice that it very likely couldn't be heard by the woman.
"Please leave me alone." she whispered, "Please leave me alone. Please leave me alone."
She shied farther away, finding herself huddled against the wall, still making an effort to appear tinier. She crawled into the space between a trash bin and two crates stacked upright. She didn't try to flee, but remained stationary, trying to bunch her body together awkwardly where she settled. It smelled like trash, like rotten food, but she didn't care. She didn't seem to care, either, that she was a far cry of what she should be.
She was a little mouse.
i will probably write a follow-up for the next poster u_u
Usually, M. Pourife was the one doing the observing. Well, him or one of his interns, but... Alas... He always made sure that he was the one with the upper hand, as he learned from experience that it was always better to have too much information than too little; this philosophy, for him, naturally extended to virtually every aspect of his life, and it stemmed from one incident that he had as a young man, while he was still a fledgling researcher just trying to stretch his wings... The middle-aged man didn't feel like recounting the memory now, especially when someone might butt in and ask, "Is everything alright?", but just in case-
A chirp could be heard from one of his desks. M. Pourife scratched a crease on his forehead as he looked over at the source of the sound; apparently, his lab had the tendency to attract animals, which he speculated was due to the warmth it possessed during some of its operation hours. Although he was sort of an animal person, the scientist found this extremely inconvenient because it posed a risk for both sanitation issues and zoonotic diseases. He had already run into trouble with the authorities in one region; repeating the same fate in another was simply just too much for him!
Thus, he had always been on edge ever since he had the feeling that he was being watched... The bright blue eyes made it clear to him that it wasn't a person, thank goodness, but there was still the ever-present fear of what might happen if the health inspector walked in at the wrong time. The man visibly shuddered. That was awkward as hell, to be honest... he remembered with a slight frown as he walked over to the desk and saw a raptor perched on top of it... Watching him.
Now, this was the first time that he got to see this creature up close, and for whatever stupid reason that he could probably bullshit at this very moment, he wasn't that scared. Just a little bit! But not completely... Instead, he wrung his hands while looking at her, a slight shimmer appearing in his eyes as he did so. Now, if he were able to tranquilize her and put her into a cage, where she could be monitored under a more controlled environment... His eyes then looked over to the window that was left open. Well then. M. Pourife coughed before silently reminding himself to deal with the intern who had neglected to close the window the night before.
Speaking of an intern... M. Pourife had work to do when it came to getting the tranquilizer gun, as it wasn't anywhere in his office at the moment... But for now, he just gazed at her... For science. There was absolutely no risk of her trying to bite or claw his face off. This was going to end well, especially without any type of protective equipment on.
heck.... follow-up time....
It probably didn't mean much when M. Pourife found something interesting at this point, but nonetheless... This scarecrow, he had never beheld before in his entire life.
The only explanation that he could come up for this entity's sapience and sentience was... Well... Supernatural. And the scientist was by no means pivoted towards that sort of an explanation! "Too unscientific!" he'd proclaim with sparkling eyes, "There must be a natural cause behind everything! There has to be a more grounded explanation for why he is alive!" He had declared that approximately several hours before, but he was at least aware of the other party's presence in the general area for... Around a few days?
During that time, he had been compiling notes about the other party via interviews and trace evidence. Apparently the living scarecrow was obsessed with the idea of land and never seemed to stay in one place for too long. He tended to walk in a shambling fashion - one that the scientist found a bit familiar - and was admittedly quite slow, sometimes accidentally causing traffic jams if he just so happened to wander onto a roadway. Thankfully, nobody considered running over him, which was likely why M. Pourife was able to conduct his reconnaissance plan in the first place.
So, he pivoted his binoculars at the scarecrow, trying to stifle a grin as he did so. Goodness, he looked like cheesy. Not that the scientist was exactly concerned about maintaining appearances at the moment; he placed far more emphasis on his scientific pursuit. In fact, he even daydreamed of the possibility of writing a treatise on this individual... A case study of sorts. A title was already in mind: The Physiology of a Scarecrow. Yes, that would be perfect, M. Pourife thought with a nod while adjusting the magnification of the lenses.
His joy, however, diminished when he saw the other party hobbling over towards him! Cover blown! M. Pourife attempted to jump into a nearby bush, but at the same time... He did consider this an opportunity to get up close and personal with the individual that he was definitely conducting research on without their informed consent. (Who needs ethics anyways?) With slightly shaking hands, M. Pourife placed down the binoculars and looked up at the scarecrow as the latter spoke.
"I used to have land," he admitted with the rub of his nape, "but I had to leave it a long time ago. Not because of fire, but it could be considered as permanent as that." He chuckled and waved his hand aside before continuing, "Now I have a building. Two, actually. One for work, one for home. I doubt they would be of much use to you..." Or would they? His hand rubbed his chin as he cocked his head at his conversation partner. "Though I could see you working for me in one way or another... Not permanently, of course, unless you want that, but... It could work..." A slight glimmer emerged in his eyes as he rubbed his hands.
"Yes... I think that could work just fine..." the scientist repeated to himself as the faintest hint of a smile emerged underneath his mustache. Oh no.
Hayes plodded aimlessly, his arms and jaw both swing lazily with each stomp. It was entirely possible he wasn't aware of his gaping mouth. In fact, it was possible he wasn't even sure what he was doing. All he knew was land, and that his own land was gone, and that he was desperate to find a new one that he could protect. Protect from horrible, horrible crows. And terrible, terrible fire.
Being... alive was a new experience for Hayes, so when he felt eyes watching him he didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure what uneasiness felt like, but it was familiar to a crow that never left the field no matter how hard he worked. So he spun around to face the cause of this new feeling. There he saw a man in the distance with an expression that showed more amusement than anything. The scarecrow tilted his head. A man with no field? That was... impossible!
He hobbled towards the man. "Land," he squawked. "You have. No land? Is. It missing? Gone?" He paused. Although he showed no expression on his face, his body twitched in a way of showing discomfort. "Me too. I. Lost land. By fire. Fire at. Home. Land. It. Ate yours. Too?" He stepped closer. "We fine. Land. Together. I protect. You help. It grow." This man... didn't really look the part of a farmer. But Hayes did not question it. In the short time of being alive he had seen many unique beings and outfits. Perhaps there, too, was land that matched such interesting looks?
Having effectively evicted herself from the group home she formerly lived in, Clarissa was on her own which was a little scary as is, especially after the attack that prompted her leaving. As of right now...she was trespassing on someone's farm, looking for some crops to steal because she was hungry as hell. She noticed a funny little scarecrow. Too bad that won't scare her off! She started picking some of the veggies she saw, making her way down the field.
Huh?
Did the scarecrow just move? It wasn't there when she looked at it like, a minute ago. Maybe she was getting delirious from not having eaten in a while. She continued on, picking to her heart's content and THERE IT WAS AGAIN! It was definitely moving. "Who's doing that?" She questioned. "If you wanted me out of here just actually confront me instead of playing this weird prank!"
She continued on once more after no one came out to confront her. Looks like they want their shit nabbed. Clarissa walked a little slower this time, trying to see if she could be able to catch the pranksters in action and couldn't believe her eyes. The scarecrow was moving all on its own. "WHAT THE HELL?!" She summoned her stand, preparing for a battle with the creepy scarecrow.
Meigui wasn't in the mood for this.
The day had been rough, to say the least: he was almost burned alive, nearly skewered, and somehow got devoured by an unsightly blob of a creature. But the worst part of his day was when his team lost one house point for "misbehavior". Normally he wouldn't get his pants in a twist over such a small thing, but the other side were the ones who instigated the situation. All he did was return the favor, yet they got away scot-free while he got punished for their transgressions. It just wasn't fair. As much as he would have liked to get rid of the problem at its source, he knew the outcome would make his life harder. It would be best if he calmed down and made a more rational plan to get even.
So that's what he was trying to do. Long walks through the gardens at home usually cleared his head, so Meigui thought doing the same in the small village near the academy would have a similar effect. It was working for a while until he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind him.
At first, he reasoned that whoever it was would soon pass by him and he'd be alone again. However, that never happened. No matter how many buildings he weaved between, the figure kept its pursuit. Were they planning on mugging him? Or were they following him for entertainment purposes? Whatever the reason, Meigui's patience was wearing thin. He had given the person enough chances to leave him be, but they wouldn't take the hint. It seemed like they wouldn't go away until they caught up to him, or at least until something happened. Fine, if that's how they wanted to play, he'll comply. He needed a way to vent anyway, and they clearly weren't letting him do it his way.
He rounded the corner again and ducked into an alleyway. The plan was to knock out his pursuer with a spell and be on his way. And if he killed them in the process? Oh well; served them right for tailing him for so long. He would be gone by the time the body was discovered, so it didn't really matter to him what happened afterward.
Meigui summoned a spiritual weapon in the shape of a baseball bat as the footsteps got closer. Once Clarissa's head was finally in view, he willed the bat to swing at her as hard as it could.
[OOC: I'm so sorry aaaaa ;;;;]
Follow-up time~ヾ(✧ω✧╰)ｼ
Ah, did his spell wear off already? Or was she exceptionally perceptive? Either way, he hadn't planned on startling the pitiful thing. Meigui was simply curious about her: she looked like an Aasimar from afar and he wanted to confirm his suspicions. He'd never seen one before and was intrigued by the fact that they were supposedly the mirror opposite of his kind. He initially wanted to just take a quick peek at her face and then leave for the time being, but it looked like things weren't going to go as he had planned.
Meigui stopped near the corner where she hid and listened to her pleas. The sheer terror in her voice stirred something in him, and he had to clasp a hand over his own mouth to stop himself from laughing. How absurd! He hadn't done anything to show that he desired to hurt her, yet here she was groveling for her life. She could have flown away with those giant wings on her back, but here she was hiding instead. It was too amusing; she was too amusing.
He liked that.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Meigui called out, his voice tinged with remorse, "You reminded me of a group of beings my people often spoke about, and I was curious to see if you were from that certain 'tribe'. Is there any way I can make this up to you, or make my apology more sincere in your eyes? I promise I won't harm you..."
Something felt kind of weird.... Sigourney Alice had been out on a walk, taking in the sights of the city, when she sensed it. Someone was following her. She slowed, stopped, and took a single step. Clip-clop. Someone on a horse? No, not enough hooves. She began walking again, quickly, and each click of hooves on the stone path made her wing-ears twitch.
She broke into a run, heart pounding. She'd never been targeted before, followed... Was she in danger? Did this person have bad intentions? Surely, or else they would have introduced themselves! Sigourney Alice rounded a corner, pressing herself against the wall, trying to hold her breath. If she'd been of the right mind, she could have spread her wings and flown away--but she couldn't think straight, afraid as she was.
"Please leave me alone!" she cried, as the person following her neared. "I'm not tasty at all! I'm all bones, so many of them! And I'm useless as a servant, too! I don't even know how to cook toast!"
You're being followed.
It's all Envy would say. Nothing more, nothing less. Annoying, although NV did appreciate not having to hear what people they watched had that they didn't. Still, who would follow them? Was it because they looked threatening? Was it someone who wanted revenge against someone whose face they stole?
Calm down and close you're eyes. You'll know if you focus.
NV did as instructed. They could sense... energy. It was something that, for some reason, made the word "angel" pop into their mind. Yet at the same time, it said "human". Was it... both? If that was the case, NV understood what Envy's concerns were. An angel following a Sin, and one that wasn't meant to be a Sin in the first place. They must be here to get rid of them.
Slowly, they stopped and turned to face their pursuer. It was a young person dressed in white, with wings at the side of her head. She was beautiful, with a smile as radiant as the sun's. Part of them thought it was unfair to be slayed by someone so beautiful, and another part felt honored.
And another wanted such beauty for themselves.
Wraps moved around NV's body like snakes. "It would be an honor to be killed by you," they muttered. "But I won't go down easily."