Distant Battle [ENDED]

[Meduzia]

Note that the names are given by the meaning of characters' names lol))

Dalka, the assumed victim of the vampiric couple that invaded Game World, was sitting on the stone in the middle of the wood. Next to her were two figures - a woman in long red dress with a metal cage underneath it and what suspicious seemed like former war prisoner.

"When will they come? How will the students know where to find us? We're in the middle of nowhere! Nowhere!" - the woman panicked, making Holy, who was apparently the man, roll his eyes.

"They have a goddamn map, woman." - he said. Dalka, however, only threw her head in her arms shortly before raising her head to look at the female.

"And you put up with him 24/7?" - she asked. Holy chuckled and shook his head while the female only glanced at the other.

"It's only until this situation is over. If I'm lucky, it won't be a week." - Natasha commented off-handedly.

The truth was, Dalka was not much of a brave person, as could easily be noticed. However, Emma trusted her and currently, the woman had the map of all the entrances into the Game World and hidden portals. If those two pests could get their hands on those, gods know what could happen.

Natasha stared at Holy knowingly, but the male didn't seem to understand what the Duchess wanted to him. Sighing, the female - whose complexion was completely black despite being of Russian origin - decided to rub her templates and shut the nervous woman out. She did not need to her talking right now.

[CrossCross]

Cross ran through the woods, a map in her mouth as her hands and feet slapped against the dirt, crunching the leaves below her. Her black claws dug into the dirt further as she ran even faster, her silver eyes squinted against the suns glare against her. Cross howled loudly and sniffed the air. Holy. Holy was here. She smirked and ran faster towards the direction of his smell. She knew that scent anywhere...

Her tail wagged as he came into her vision. The long tan cape around her flew as her speed increased even more. He got bigger as she got closer until the small girl stood up and jumped at him, tackling him to the ground. "HOLY! HOLY HOLY HOLY!" Cross shouted, sitting on his lap, wagging her tail and panting slightly. Her hands rested on the German man's chest as she leaned down and dropped the map she stole and copied, but of course gave back, onto his chest before kissing him passionately on the lips.

"I-I missed you!" Cross exhaled, smiling sweetly down at him. He...was the only one to make her smile like this. A genuine true smile. It might have been love...or just the way he looked down on the ground with her on top but whatever it was, it sure made her happy.

"I took their map, copied it, and took the copy and came here as fast as I could! I think the other students are still at the school though...But I...." Cross said, panting. She ran for miles non stop and it wore her out. Laying on him with her head on his chest, the small hell hound barked. "Woof." She whispered after words.

That's all she was. Just a lonely hell hound. And she finally met her master once again.

[Meduzia]

While Dalka didn't noticed anything, both Holy and Natasha knew something was about to come. They both assumed someone is about to come, but neither of them has expected Holy to be tackled by over-excited Cross.

While Holy felt indifferent about the whole situation and only petted Cross on the head, Natasha was loosing what little she had of her patience. She grabbed the girl from the back, covering her mouth and pulling her back with strength one wouldn't give her at first sight, all the while glaring at Holy.

"I knew you were the idiot, but you're even more air-headed than I thought!" - she hissed as it was not quite sure who she was talking to - Holy, Cross, Dalk or someone else. Her white fangs made contrast against her black skin and her hair was probably falling bugging Cross, but then again it all depended on the girl. She let go of the hell-hound and turned to Holy. Before she could say anything, he interrupted though:

"Let go, woman." - he said simply while Dalka was standing there, indifferent and sighed, approaching Cross.

"I apologize. I don't know if you're aware...They always bark at each other. Call me Dalka." - she said with a sincere smile.

[jakeshadows]

jake had carefully followed cross jumping through paint portal one after another, being sure to stay out of sight. jake loved diving into the portals it sent shivers up spine rocking every inch of his body. jumping through the portals also add another level of suspense because jake never knew exactly for sure where he would come out.

this time jake ended up coming out in a tree above cross and a few other people he didn't know. sadly for jake not every exit is a good one, for the branch he was standing on snapped and he plummeted to the earth below.

landing on his back, jake slowly sat up and rubbed it. "even for a dhampir that still hurts." jake looked around and smiled. "i'm crashing your party." he then stood up and brushed himself off. pulling a marker from his pocket jake began to twirl it in his fingers."so i believe introductions are in order." jake found a boulder and wrote his name on it as big as he could. " the names jake shadow the one and only paint controlling dhampir."

[CrossCross]

As Cross was picked up, the girl growled loudly. Yet those fangs...this woman was not to be messed with. She tucked her tail in between her legs and bent her ears down, whimpering. She never was the submissive type, but it made people let go and that's all she wanted. Once let go, Cross sat on the dirt and wagged her tail, staring up at Dalka. "Oohh~ What a pretty name! My name is Cross!" The hell hound giggled slighty and stretched, the way cats do. "Aaahhh~" Groaning, Cross finally stood up on her two feet, her black and blue hair falling on her shoulders. The sun glared down at the girl as she walked closer to Dalka, sniffing her. She wasn't exactlly a threat by the looks of it but she kept her guard up.

Jake. The name, along with a loud crash lingered in the air. Ew....she didn't like that boy. "Oh fuck no...." Cross whispered, growling and clenching her fists. Her black claws dug into her palms, blood dripping down onto the ground as Cross walked over to Holy. She rested her head on his bicep, holding his hand, and glared at the damn paint boy. She really didn't care about what he could do, nor did she have the interest to ever find out.

The small hell hound yawned, her fangs showing. "Holy~ What's with that dark girl's attitude...she just grabbed me for no reason." She whispered, asking. Whatever Natasha's problem was...she liked it. A lot actually, she was strong and clearly it showed. She stared at the woman with curious eyes, wagging her tail that ended up smacking Holy behind the knee over and over again.

[Meduzia]

"A dhampir? You don't say?" - Natasha asked, smirk forming on her face. It was not unusual after all - the young woman always had one, though she was trying her best to smile. She extended her arm towards Jake.

"Natasha von Dracul. A dhampir as well." - she introduced herself.

On the other hand, Holy was - if to trust the expression on his face - on a verge of mental breakdown. He did not want to be in all of this. Yes, he volunteered, he didn't really think he'd end up with annoying vam- dhampir, he corrected himself, and a woman who was afraid of her own shadow. Oh well.

"I like your name too, Cross!" - she said, a smile forming on her face finally and petted the girl slightly. After Cross left to Holy, she sat back at the stone.

Holy shrugged indifferently.

"Her problem is that she is mentally inadequate. And I'm not saying it cause I don't like her. She's paranoid." - Holy explained. He was correct - that much he could notice. Though it was not obvious, Holy has already spent few days in Natasha's home. Calm and collected while outside, the woman could be a real bother when in her castle and numerous locks and guards had told Holy she was more than a little afraid of something. Of what, he could not tell.

"Plus, it can't be healthy when vampires hunt down other vampires." - he commented, ignoring Natasha's scowl of 'I'm a half-breed, moron'.

[jakeshadows]

jake simply snickered at natasha. "i see, well this is quite the pleasant meeting." jake placed his hands casually behind his head and looked towards holy. "so who may i ask are you, i don't we've had the liberty of meeting."

jake's attention turned to something of rage when he heard holy's comment. "far as i'm concerned any vampire that goes after another vampire be it pure vampire or half-breed, is an enemy of mine." jake twirled a marker between his fingers. "and they deserve to die."

[CrossCross]

Cross stepped up at Jake's comment and growled loudly. "There will be no killing so far, so keep your hands to yourself, you little paint boy." Cross snarled, eyeing down the boy. Her silver eyes squinted as she walked forward towards him. She didn't like it when he threatened somebody he didn't even know. The girl probably had her reasons for doing so and she respected that.

Her claws grew longer as she got closer. She kept her guard up around that boy, not knowing what he'll do. Stick a pen in her eye or some shit. "Some days I don't know if i'm wrong or right, yet your mind is playing tricks on you my dear~!" Cross sang slightly before stopping a few feet from Jake.

"All screams sound the same. Amazing. Now it doesn't matter where that scream came from but if it can...then that thing should be cherished. So don't you dare touch her, you got it? Or I won't cherish your life...and i'll steal it from you, you unworthy bastard." Cross snarled again and turned back to Holy, going back to hold his hand.

Her policy was, "If it screams, it shouldn't be mistreated, or it should be cherished as you stop it." Which she always followed, cherishing her victims screams until she killed them, stopping it. The small hell hound howled loudly up into the sky.

She may not have made all that much sense...since the girl was an odd one, but it didn't matter.All that mattered is Jake not touch the girl.

[Meduzia]

Natasha turned her back to the people conversing to glance around the trees, seemingly looking for any signs of danger.

"This is not going to work out. Why did they even send you? I'd be better off in Keegan." - Dalka stated with a rather silent growl. As frustrated as she was, she had to admit she was scared of them, even of students. She has potential to be strong, but what's it for if you cannot use it properly. Panic, that's all she felt at the moment.

Holy walked over to Cross, putting the arm on her shoulder and pulling her back slightly.

"Stop. There's really no point in fighting now. You're loosing energy and we may be attacked anytime now." - he explained - "Besides, he's right. What kind of idiot - take as offense or not - would go around and kill his own sort?" - he asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

Dalka raised her head to say something, but lost track of thoughts as laughter erupted from the dark-complexed female. A laughter that was probably never going to be heard from her again. It held her for a while before she turned to Jake.

"I could tell you to try and kill me. But, Hells, I'm already dead." - she stated - "Funny thing is, you're just like him." - dhampir pointed to Holy - "Only killing is his last resort, and yours first. You say a vampire, a half-breed going after another vampire should be killed. And yet you're here. You said you're a dhampir as well, did you not?"

She shrugged meaningfully, but decided to finishing by scratching her head and move slightly so she came behind Dalka.

"Besides, dhampirs are trained to be vampire hunters. My father - a well respected vampire - has trained me to be one. And to tell you, these two we're trying to get rid of....Well, they're not of, so to say, sophisticated sort. I will feel no remorse destroying them."

[jakeshadows]

jake sighed. "first off i have absolutely no idea why ms.hellhound here hates me, i haven't done anything to her that i can recall..." jake put a hand on the back of his head. "secondly yeah we dhampirs are trained to be vampire hunters, but it doesn't mean we all want to be hunters... hell i want to be a famous artist." jake then turned to dalka." yeah i'm a dhampir but i don't like to kill people it's just not who i am." jake scratched his head." but if it came down to self defense i'll be the one going home."

[Meduzia]

"Ah, really, I would comment, but then again, we're all so weird." - Dalka said, shrugging and then turned to Cross. "Could you at least try being nice to him, no?"

Her attention back at Jake, she listened to what he had to say. "I agree." - she said in the end - "So, can you draw anything? Not to bother you or something, just so long as we wait. Cause we'll probably go soon and whatnot." - she said with shrug.

Holy seemed perfectly uninterested in philosophy as he closed Natasha's mouth, only so she doesn't say anything that could upset any of them. Dhampiresa was of those people who speak before thinking.

[CrossCross]

As Holy put his arm around Cross, she immediately clung to him, wrapping her arms around him to pull herself close to him. "Fine." The small girl said simply and buried her face into the side of his chest. She wagged her tail and her bark was muffled by the clothes on Holy. Cross was an odd one like that, one minute she would be rude then the next she'd be nice.

Looking over at Jake, Cross pinned her ears down and stared at him. "Sorry." She mumbled then went back to clinging with Holy. She wasn't interested that much in the conversation of Dhampirs that much. Cross slowly crouched down at the sound of another bark. Crows shot up into the air, cooing their obnoxious sound and flew away.

The small Hell Hound crawled on her hands and feet over to the trees and barked loudly. Silence tried to take over the group but Cross barked loudly and ran quickly into the woods. A loud yelp came from her a minute later but she ran back out of the woods with a dead fox in her mouth, wagging her tail, and a scratch on her cheek.

Cross ran over to Holy and sat on the ground, looking up at him with the dead thing in her mouth, and wagged her tail. She grumbled happily and wiggled around, expecting a praise for what she brought back.

Many people forgot, since she always acted mostly Human, that she was still part Hell Hound and her instincts to hunt where all still there.

[jakeshadows]

jake shrugged his shoulders and looked at dalka. "yeah i can draw almost anything but what i draw give a whole other meaning to the phrase giving your art life."

jake walked over to a tree and drew a circle on it, he then stuck his hand into the circle and pulled out a box. "this belonged to my mother i hardly ever use it for specific reasons, but seeing as how times are now, i might have to start using it." jake opened the box and pulled out an oak paintbrush with fine golden hairs and on it was his mothers name engraved into the handle. "this paintbrush is special to me and to it's self as well."

jake walked over to a flat rock and began dragging the brush on it forming an image. "you see this brush is the last thing i have of my mothers and if you haven't noticed yet it requires no paint so for me it is the ultimate tool in say battle." jake drew a small army on the rock. "it can mass produce things without running out of paint." the army started moving and soon popped off the rock. "and this is what i mean by bringing my art to life."

jake snapped his fingers and the army and the circle on the tree disappeared. "so to answer you question it all depends on what you want me to draw."