.Sun, Sea and Souls [Michael | Closed]

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[/font][/b] Creed’s false smile only lasted until the end of her words before the seriousness returned to her starved self. In her clawed grasp was a heavy man who needed to cut back on his snacks. Despite his size, his soul would only satisfy her depending on how bright his soul is. She only hoped he was a generous man who wished to help others and all that nice palaver crap. The bigger his heart and soul, the more the dark void would be pleased. And right now, the dark void was in need of some serious soul eating. As much as she enjoyed to play around with her victims before destroying them, the dark saviour had grown quite an appetite on this small island. With no bodies around other than the man in his grasp and his friend, Creed would have to snack on the two fishermen before searching for others.

The sharp tip tentacle which had been threatening him between his eyes slithered down to his chest and pierced through his large outer shell. Droplets of blood splattered against her, leaving a red freckles over her face and chest. With all the blood she had witness over the last year; Creed had grown immune to the red liquid. It was expected when she drove her dark tendrils into the bodies of others. Without it she would grow concern that she had tried to steal the soul of someone who isn’t quite human. Everyone needed blood to survive, right? Without blood, there’ll be no souls. So blood was a good sign to the evil being.

A satisfied lick of her tongue wiped away at the blood which had hit her lips, filling slightly relieved at the ease of the pain within her. The darkness was becoming satisfied…but not quite satisfied enough.

The dark appendix which pierced from the body withdrew from the man, allowing him to fall to the wooden floor with a heavy thud. Upon stepping back, Creed watched the other victim flee across the soft white sands. A playful grin tickled her as she cooed in sympathy for his pathetic attempts at running for his life. It was always exciting when her food tried to escape her. Not that they had a chance with her speed and ability to teleport right before them if she wished to. Not that she would waste such effort in capturing her fleeing snacks. Creed enjoyed a good chase.

With the pulsing of her purple crystal against her chest, Creed wouldn’t be able to play with her new toy for long. The darkness indicated that it was hungry for more souls. Without needing to look at her crystal, Creed could feel the throbbing of the darkness within her, screaming at her to fulfil her cursed powers before they would start to inflict pain upon her own soul and body. With that thought in mind, Creed took chase. Withdrawing her darkness within her for the time being, she would play this game alone until she saw fit to summon her powers – mainly to extract the boy’s soul once he had been captured.

The dark saviour leaped from off the wooden area and onto the path below. Her purple eyes locked onto the man, who was now near the sea’s edge. For some reason, he had forgotten that there were two boats tied up against the docks. The two belonging to the two fishermen, one of which she killed right before his friend. ”You’re going the wrong way.” Creed sang in a sing song tone. Knowing full well he wasn’t going anywhere soon, she started to skip across the path and towards the beach. Once she had devoured his soul, she may need to venture further out in search for others if the darkness wished for more.[/ul][/div]

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VOICES WON'T GO AWAY

they stay for days and days

They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away

Man this place is boring..." was all Michael muttered as he laid himself back in the hammock. It would be like Issac to send him to such a place. No, the word send didn't describe what had happened. Michael's 'mentor' if you could even call him that at this point thought it be a nice idea to leave Michael stranded here for at least a week at the most. The reason? Issac had said it was to teach him to get more connect with his inner self, something he wasn't going to be able to do while in a place like Traverse Town for whatever reason. It all sounded like utter bullshit to the young man, but whatever it wasn't like he could argue with the guy who was letting him live at his house for free. What he didn't understand though was how being at a place like this would help him connect with his inner self, or what good it would do him.

He let a small sigh escape from his lips as the wind blew against his face and rocked the hammock back and forth ever so slightly. His eyes opening to look at the clear blue sky and oddly enough he found himself feeling rather relaxed. The smell of the sea hitting his nostrils and the sun shinning its warmth against his already tanned body, was rather enjoyable. Though the overwhelming feeling of boredom wasn't something that any of these things could fix, he needed to be doing something...otherwise his mind was going to race with thoughts he didn't want. Perhaps that was what Issac was trying to get him to do though? Focus on thoughts he'd rather not have present within his mind. Thoughts of Sarah, and how her pink hair fell ever so perfectly against her face. How her smile seem to pierce through the darkness that covered his heart, or how her beautiful blue eyes calmed him down even when his anger had reached it's utmost boiling point. She had been his only escape from the darkness and now that she was gone all he could do was return back to it. He removed himself from the hammock quickly, and shook his head as if doing so would force the thoughts of her to exit from his mind. It was a useless effort. He could feel the heavy sting within his heart as it began to remember just how she made him feel.

Just standing in front of the hammock wasn't going to make the thoughts fade, he had no other choice but to find something to do, and with that in mind he began to move. Taking himself away from the palm trees in which his makeshift bed had rested, and to move himself down the beach. Hands inside of his pockets as he moved next to the water, his eyes on the path in front of him and his mind still racing with thoughts. They did change after sometime however. They moved towards thoughts of the darkness and how he'd allowed it so easily enter into him. Why shouldn't he have let it though? It had been apart of his life ever since he was little, it had been with him while he still had his mother and father. It had been with him even more during his time on the streets where he had no one but himself. It was even within during his time with Sarah, where the light in his life had been strongest. It had never betrayed him and why would it start to now? Though...if the light was so bad why did it offer him a Keyblade? Why did it give him its greatest weapon to fight with? Or was that to a gift from the darkness like his arm? So many questions and no one to give him answer.

His thoughts would have kept going if he hadn't caught sight of something happening ahead of him, a girl holding a man up against his will. She appeared to be threatening him with something that was extending from her body, and as he watched Michael didn't move. He could tell what was about to happen, and while he could have easily stopped it he didn't feel as though he should bother. He watched as her tendril entered into his heart and blood splattered everywhere. Suddenly the others that had likely been friends with the man that had just died began to run. Easy to tell why, they were fearing for their lives because of course they were next. Though instead of running towards the boat they began to run towards Michael's location. Did they think he was going to save them? Idiots.

He watched as the duo ran towards him one splitting off from the other. A single man now stood before him his face filled with fear and he was panting heavily.

"Help...she's going to kill us! You've got to save us!"

He had to save them?

"Help her, kill him. Rip him into him with your arm, how dare he demand your help."

The voice whispered into his mind and all emotion left Michael's face.

"He's so weak, he can't even defend himself. He has to beg you, no not even beg demand. Doesn't his weakness make you sick?"

It tugged at him with its words. It made sense. He had fought so hard to get where he was, and now this man just wanted to demand his help. Where had his help been? Where had his hero been when he was stuck living on the streets, stealing just to eat. Michael pulled his right arm from his pocket and the orange of the skin began to glow. The claws of the hand extending themselves outward, "I'll help you." Michael said, the emotion returning to his face and his voice. It was darker though, and while the man seemed to be thankful it quickly passed. Michael smiled as his hand moved forward quickly and drove into the man's chest. The stranger's eyes widened before Michael watched the life fade from them, the blood drip down onto his arm as he lifted his body upward. "Don't you just feel so much better." he himself felt oddly better after doing the murderous act, or at least the pain in his heart did.

"Yes, perfect. The world is so much better now thanks to you..."

His arm moved tossing the lifeless body aside and into the water with a splash, the blue being replaced by a dark red. The claws form his hand began to withdraw themselves back into his hand, allowing his arm to once more look at least somewhat human. His golden eyes locked onto the woman approaching his detestation, "You want to be next?" he asked coldly.

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[/font][/b] Creed smiled widely at his shocking gasp of her arrival. The fisherman had only just climbed into his boat and was about to start pushing himself out into the vast blue waters when something rocked his boat. Two large claws of darkness ripped from her back and gripped onto the edge of the wooden vessel. Creed stood on the sands, wagging her finger towards the fearful man as though she was scolding him for his pathetic attempt at running away. With his fear growing into a defensive anger, he took hold of his knife and swiped at one of the claws which had hold of his boat. The knife sliced right through the ‘wrist’ of the darkness with ease, since it was nothing but pure dark mass. The hand of the tendril vanished into a swirling puff of black and purple smoke before rapidly growing back; this time gripping the man around the throat rather than the boat. ”Now, there’s no need for violence like that, is there?” Creed growled through a playful smile before turning on her heels and walking towards the other two, with the fisherman floating in midair, held by her dark appendix.

As she turned, Creed watched in horror as the new arrival pierced through the other fisherman’s chest. The smile was quickly dropped as she watched the soul of his body vanish right before her. ”No!” She cried furiously, watching this murderer toss his lifeless body into the sea. It was too late. The second his claw drove into the man’s heart was the second his soul was stolen from her. If there was one thing the girl hated, it was having people carelessly take away those precious souls from her.

With the throbbing pain growing within and the purple crystal pulsing faster with every ticking second, Creed would waste no time with the soul she clung to. Without wanting to toy around with her food this time, Creed would remain glaring at this abnormal looking male whilst she stabbed through the other man’s chest, extracting his soul for herself before flinging his unwanted body into the sand. The pulsing slowed down a beat or two, filling the hunger within for the time being. It still wasn’t enough, and Creed would no doubt have to feed upon this other man. However, she knew this one would be a little bit more of a challenge.

Kicking through the white sand, Creed approached the killer. With her hurried walk and the clenching of her black claws it was obvious she was pretty pissed with this guy. Maybe he knew she was angry as he asked if she wanted to be next. Creed scoffed. Was this guy serious? Paying no mind to his ludicrous question, she placed an accusing black nail against the bare area on his chest. Narrowing eyes looked into his unusual golden orbs as she spoke. ”You owe me a soul!” Creed was blunt about it. It was true. At what point did she give him permission to erase that man’s life and take away his invisible energy which she craved so much? It had taken her a good few hours to seek out those three men, and this guy before her had the cheek to take one of them from her!

She dug her nail in a little harder before pulling it away and stepping back. As hasty as she was with regards to payback, Creed could tell this one was not one to mess around with – unlike the other three men she toyed with. Placing a hand on her hip, Creed took a moment to look over this new comer. Her purple orbs looked him up and down, nodding with an approval over his physical appearance. Unknowingly, she found herself nipping at her bottom lip with her little fang as she found the man standing before her rather...attractive. ”You’re some eye candy.” Creed smiled, returning her attention to the guy’s face after giving him the once over. ”But that doesn’t get you out from detention!”

Unsure how he would react, as he came across rash with his actions, Creed would allow her two extended tendrils to slither around in midair behind her. If he would to attack, she would hasty and attack back. The abnormal black and orange arm screamed warning signs that this guy could potentially be a danger to her. She had seen him take away that man’s life with said arm, what’s to say he wouldn’t use it on her, too?[/ul][/div]

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VOICES WON'T GO AWAY

they stay for days and days

They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away

She was angry. He didn't need to hear her voice in order to figure that out, the way she moved towards him the stride in her steps rang that fact through his mind. Why was she angry? That Michael didn't know. He had just saved her the trouble of hunting the poor soul down and killing him herself didn't he? Perhaps it wasn't the fact he took her kill, but more so the fact he had asked if she wanted to be next. From what he knew people didn't like it when you threatened their lives, but she was different no? She held darkness within her, darkness had to be the source of the black tendril she used to kill her victims. No. The darkness didn't change the fact that his threat would anger her, if anything would enhance the fact his challenge towards her life would make her angry. He would find out the reason for her rage soon enough. She was now upon him, his question being ignored as she placed a finger against his bare chest. He could feel her nail digging into his skin ever so slightly, he could feel the want to press it harder. Something was holding her back though, she viewed him as a threat didn't she?

His golden eyes filled with a slight curiosity when she mentioned the owing of a soul, what could she mean by that? His mind raced with ideas quickly, was it indeed the kill? Yes. That was the only logical reason for the use of the word soul, souls were another form of life were they not? "I owe you nothing." his voice was still cold, harsh even..but at the same time it held a certain level of relaxation. He took this brief moment between the two of them to examine her closely, and she certainly gave of a feeling of superiority. She was fearless. She had seen Michael's actions and despite the fact she knew he was a danger she approached anyway. She had even gone so far as it make physical contact with him. It was more than that though, the look in her eyes...it was a look of hunger. He had seen that look before. In his own eyes.

Her nail pressed itself deeper into his skin once more and while she might have not noticed it, she drew blood. He had felt the nick into his skin and could feel the small gathering of blood on his chest. As her hand found itself going onto her hip, Michael change his stance as well. His arms crossed making sure that his arm of darkness was the more present than his other one. It was a simple tactic to make sure she understood that unlike the other men she had just dealt with, he wasn't going to be so easy to play around with. Although while his stance was one of attempted intimidation, hers wore more flirty. He could feel her eyes upon him, scanning his body as if he was a piece of meat. Her head nodded, perhaps something she was unaware of or maybe she simply didn't care. Michael took it as a sign of approval over how he looked, as if to confirm the idea that she found him attractive she bit down on her bottom lip. An action he understood because of his encounters with Sarah.

"I could the say about you, you certainly have some attractive qualities." he made sure that his eyes moved up and down as he eyed her body. "Detention huh? Last time I checked I wasn't in school, haven't been for a long time." this was certainly going to be interesting. A lot better than what he had been doing before, and to think all it took to get him here was someone losing their life.

"Relax. You're too tense, don't want her to run away now do you Michael? You'll miss out all the fun."

The voice was present within his mind once more, its presence much more than a whisper this time. Like before Michael found himself listening to what it had to say, and suddenly a sigh escaped from his lips and his body relaxed itself. His hand right hand moved through his hair, and his left one entered into his pocket. He could feel the sense of danger in the back of his mind, perhaps the female in front of him was planning something no? "So tell me teacher just why is that I owe you a soul? Surely that man's life couldn't have so important to you?" his voice was much more relaxed as well.

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[/i] his strange limb towards the dark saviour as a threat, if you will. She found herself tracing the orange and black with her purple eyes, asking silent questions about the mutation the further she travelled down towards those sharp claws of his. As threatening as it was, Creed found it reassuring that she wasn’t the only freak around on this tropical wasteland. She had come into contact with many different types of people, all of whom seemed rather normal and dull. This guy, however, he was different. Sure, there was Blackout; he held special abilities, but nothing showed on the outside other than that yellow mask of his. Even that was a skill in itself. This thing – his arm – was in plain view and couldn’t be hidden, much like her blackened claws. Upon accepting the gift of the darkness, Creed had changed in appearance. Some of which she could hide, but there were the unusual glow of purple in her eyes and the sharp black nails which proved to be useful for close combat.

Oh? Creed smirked as he fed her a compliment about her attractive qualities. Her hips shifted as she pushed the weight onto her other side, switching hands so that the other now rested on her hip. ”Oh stop you. You’re going to make me blush.” This wasn’t entirely true. Creed doesn’t do blushing. She was unable to get flustered and embarrassed easily. These flirtatious words he spoke would have no true effect on her other than banter. Creed knew she had some attractive features and she often played on them to the opposite sex and even the same sex occasionally. She didn’t need to hear it from others that the gift of the darkness had blessed her with striking features.

Smiling still, Creed watched the boy relax his posture, but not before brushing through his contrasting locks. Whether or not he knew it, this guy was teasing her. Creed was always the flirt with others, but never had she found any of them as dark looking as this one before her. The pure thrill of wanting to get up close and personal started to itch. She wasn’t one for taking personal space into consideration, which would often get her into trouble more so than she thought. The threat of knowing one could try and harm her pushed her into daring positions. Creed enjoyed a good thrill of danger. The strange concept of her mind worked in weird ways. Unlike the average mind, she would go fishing for the danger. Creed found toying with people’s emotions and thoughts rather entertaining, thus she would stir their anger and fear into pushing them over the edge in hope of a good fight. She wouldn’t start the fight, but would rather light the match and watch them explode before her.

”Oh, but it was.” Creed frowned. Her hand dropped to her side as she exhaled a long sigh, shaking her head at the loss of his soul. Picking up her minor depression, Creed flicked the sand as she walked around this dangerous male. Her eyes would watch his movements, expecting him to strike her as she circled him. Playing as innocently as Creed was, she allowed one of her two tendrils to stroke his mutated arm as she passed him. The dark tentacle would follow the flow of her body and eventually slip from his bicep, soon trailing back behind the saviour as she stepped back in front of him. ”Every soul is important to me. I need them to survive. And with you stealing his soul from me, you’re effectively killing me.” Her eyes shone a dangerous glow. ”Is that your aim - to murder an innocent girl who is just trying to survive on her own?” Creed placed her palm against her chest, indicating she was the innocent being was in fact herself. It was obvious to anyone that she was far from innocent, Creed knew this.

The pulsing radiating from her purple gem was growing. A stab of pain, reflecting onto her face with a wince, as the darkness within was warning her to stop messing around. The hand she placed against her chest curled into a fist, gripping the crystal and hiding it from view. She didn’t have much time before the darkness would start to mess around with its vessel. Creed fought off the storm inside, and returned her jester like grin at the boy. [/ul] [/div]

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VOICES WON'T GO AWAY

they stay for days and days

They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away

He couldn't help but feel her eyes staring so intensely at his right arm, if her eyes were laser it probably be gone by now. He knew why she was curious, it had to be the same reason everyone else was curious about the arm. It was something that didn't match with the rest of him, and it was also something that just glowed with an eerie aura. Any logical person would have been able to tell where it came from, Darkness. It had been gift from the strange dark force, a way to replace the arm he had lost on the day his world was taken. He called it a gift but sometimes it honestly felt like a curse, the way it connected his life with the darkness forever. He was always fighting the temptation that it placed inside of his mind, and most of the time he failed to resist them. He could see her eyes fill with more curiosity as she traced the black and orange that made up his arm towards his shoulder, and he found this odd. Something like this surely must have been common sight for her, it plan to see that her life had to connected to the darkness somehow. The tentacles that she sent out from her body surely weren't natural for her, those much like his arm must have been present.

A smirk crossed the corner of her lips as he commented on her figure. As if to taunt him with something that he could not have, she adjusted her stance. Hands traveling to her hips as she pushed her weight onto her other side and a cute little quip escaped from her lips. Michael rolled his eyes and spoke, "Don't flatter yourself. Just cause your figures nice doesn't mean I'm interested.". She was attractive sure, but his heart belonged to someone else. He also was no fool, and knew her words had no merit. He knew how to wave through the lies and falsehoods within someone’s words, and while she put on a good front love was something this woman was likely incapable of.

The predator like smile she wore across her face faded and replacing it was a frown, and a long sigh. She was truly disappointed by her victim being stolen away from her. Perhaps simply killing him wasn't the problem? His life must have served some other purpose for her, the way she mentioned the word soul to. It rang with a hint of hunger within it. Did she eat them? No, that had to be silly. Then again he was dealing with forces far beyond his comprehending; such a thing could be likely. Though what possible reason would she have for eating souls? Was she a Heartless? A Heartless shaped as if they were a person, he had heard of such a case before. If she was one, surely she would have sensed his ability to wield a Keyblade no?

He had been so lost within his thoughts he hadn't even noticed that she was circling around him, and he only realized she was when he felt her tendril move against his arm. It was cold. Cold enough to send a small chill down his spine, and as she moved it rub against him even more. He couldn't tell if it was an act of aggression or flirtation. She return to facing in front of him and her tentacle recoiled itself behind her back. His golden eyes hardened as he looked at her, "Keep your tentacles to yourself, otherwise I'll tear them off." his voice was harsh once more. Stance changing to a more aggressive one as she explained that each soul was important to her. She needed them to live? He had to be right, she ate them. He needed to be more on guard now; though she played innocent she was clearly a threat. The dangerously glow within her eyes was enough to convince him.

"You're far from innocent, you didn't even hesitate to kill that man." neither did he, but knew his innocence wasn't in question. "Besides if I wanted to kill you I'd do it with my own hands, it's much more fun that way." his arms folded against his chest and he waited for a reply from her, but was instead greeted by a flicker of pain across his features. Whatever had happened passed quickly as the clown like smile returned to her face.

"You're turn. Be the wolf, and feed your curiosity. Find out what she is, how she works, what she truly does with the Hearts of others. You have the Key to make it happen."

The voice was certainly more active today than it had been any other day, but it was right. He wanted to know what she with these hearts, and he could make getting them far easier for her. "You're right, I do owe you a soul." he stepped forward and moved close to her, very close. So close that there was only a small gap between the two of them, and he bent his head over to whisper within her ear. "I'll give you the best meal of your life." he whispered oh so softly as he pulled himself away from her. He held his hand out in front of him and focused, and with the flash of a purple light his Keyblade appeared within his grasp. "With this, I can open someone’s heart and let you get right at their soul."

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[/font][/b] Her words were harsh but true. Creed didn’t have time for men. Her priorities consisted of surviving her curse, nothing more ad nothing less. Well, part of it was true. Creed had other interests, period. But this mutated guy before her didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that she was infuriated with a certain someone which she couldn’t quite get her head around. Usually Creed wouldn’t allow to be entertained by someone for so long. Boredom struck quick for the girl, which often to their lives being taken. For some reason, Blackout intrigued her.

It wasn’t long before his threats started to spill. The moment Creed had stroked his abnormal arm with her own limb of darkness, he warned her to keep herself to herself. Such words tickled her. Smiling innocently, she folded her arms behind her back, as if she was daring to test his words later on – which she probably will no doubt. The damn girl never knew when to call it quits. The thought of him attempting to tear off her cursed limbs did start to play out in her mind. Sure, he could try. But she could easily slice them off, only for them to grow back at a rapid pace. His idea of tearing them off would prove to be a pointless move. Not that he needed to know that right now.

With the size of his arms and the way he easily sliced through that man’s body, was a little concerning for the dark saviour. His words of treats could actually become a threat itself if he were to bypass his idea of tearing off her limbs but instead harm her own body. Much like she could to him if she felt in any danger. Right now, he appeared to be stable. The annoyance of Creed hadn’t got to him just yet. She could only wonder how long it would be until he started to get irritated of her presence.

”Fun?” Creed brushed away the stabbing pain from within, trying her upmost to hide away any discomfort from the boy before her.

The disturbed idea of fun he spoke of brought a smile to Creed’s face. So it would seem he enjoyed a kill. This guy was certainly one to keep an eye on; not only to her own well being, but for entertainment purposes. If he enjoyed to murder people for the thrill, Creed would see no reason to step back and watch him do his dirty work. Maybe, just maybe, this guy and she shared a common interest. This was something she hadn’t come across upon her many travels to these strange worlds.

”As much as I’d love to see you even attempt to ‘kill’ me with your own hands. You and I both know that wouldn’t quite happen.” With her words came two needle sharp tendrils, coming towards the guy’s body before stopping suddenly. She wouldn’t harm him…not yet anyway; Chuckling at her playful warning, Creed withdrew her darkness back into her body. She had no need of them right now. Besides, she wanted to show this guy she had no current interest in bringing him harm. For now, she’ll play nice.

The moment she withdrew her weapons, the guy moved forward. His eyes shone a brilliant golden hue. There was something alarming about him. Standing still, and remaining calm, Creed allowed him to approach. His body was far too close. Flashbacks of Blackout came to mind, as this was what he usually did before he would try and kiss her. Purple eyes narrowed towards this new guy; and she found herself curling her fists into balls ready to punch him in the guy if he even tried to do anything Blackout would do.

But he didn’t.

Soft words whispered into her ear. He was willing to give her the best meal of her life. Smiling, she knew exactly what he was speaking of. Just by thinking of absorbing a soul brought the reminder of pain to her gut. The darkness was stirring within, and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to last too long before she would need to kill the guy who offered to wine and dine her.

Her curious, yet hurting eyes, turned up to look at a flash of purple before her. A large strange sword like weapon appeared in his grasp as he held it sideways. As her eyes traced this unusual weapon, he spoke how it could open up a heart and allow her to easily extract a soul. Pulling herself back up from a crouching position as though she had been punched in the stomach, Creed cocked her head to the side. ”Not that I need a weapon as such to feed on souls…I am curious to see how it works.” She smiled, masking the burning pain within. A black claw stroked across the three edged top of the blade before she walked towards the vast crystal blue sea, stopping just before where the sea kisses against the sand.

There was nothing on this small island which she could see such a weapon in action, but more importantly, anyone to feed upon. If she were to find more souls, she needed to search for them out there – on the other islands. There was one which was a much bigger island. One with homes, schools and shops upon. That was where they needed to go if they wanted to fishing for some innocent lives.

Creed smiled her sinister grin and looked over her shoulder towards the dark haired male. Her purple eyes searching for his, hoping he wouldn’t let her down with the debt he owed her. ”So, are we going on this date or what?” Upon asking her question, the four purple scars opened up, allowing the darkness within the spill. What were once four tentacles twisted until they formed two large dark tribal-like wings. The same purple and black darkness swirled within as she stretched them out side wards, as though they had been cramped inside for sometime.

Remembering her manners, Creed turned on the spot to face the unnamed male once again. ”I’m Creed.” She smiled. Unsure if he had any mode of transport, she held out her hands for him to grasp if he wished to catch a lift with her towards the busier island.

[You can post them ‘flying’ towards the other island if you want Creed to take you there. If not, she’ll meet you over there~]
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