Sweet Dreams. (Feline Witch)

OoC: Oooh, this will be fun. I've been wanting to challenge you for awhile. Meet someone who actually would put a toddler in the oven. Zeke Valabak is in the link in my signature, and I wanted to give him a test-run. I've never used him before.

I was thinking this could be a kind of horror struggle, you know, like in the Jason movies.

BiC: The village streets were crowded as a man, unnoticed by all, cut a way through town. He wore a common attire of a shirt and breeches, and he looked to be middle-aged. Without making a single noise he swaggered by a multitude of people who didn't even notice him. his "kind" eyes, if they had seen them, would have made them instantly perturbed, but he wasn't interested in that. He had his mind on pills. Tiny white ovals and capsules had caused his brother's demise years ago, and yet he still craved that medicine. Surely, even though this world seemed primitive, there were pills. He needed them. When he reached "Ye Olde Potion Store," his eyes squinted into harsh lines as he smiled. The sunhat that veiled his head was momentarily lifted off, and he ran a hand across the near baldness of his thin scalp.

A moment later, he walked into the doorway of the shop, and grinned at the man at the front desk. He had seen him walk in. The prey was chosen.

" 'Ello, sah. Can I get ye sompin' for an ailment?"

" 'Fraid not, it's not an ailment, per se..." he gave the clerk a big, wide-eyed smile, being careful not to show his teeth.

"Well, I can't give you any brew if ye ain't ailin', sah. T'is the law."

"I have a sickness, but it's not physical..."

"Then I can't 'elp you." The clerk looked annoyed. "Please see the door."

He turned, just as the Clerk told him, towards the doorway. He gave it what seemed a careful lookover, obviously mocking the owner who stood behind the glass counter. Behind that counter, the man with the accent was reaching for a dagger.

"Please, leave."

He raised the dagger with suprising accuracy, but with what seemed impossibly calculated moves the customer wrapped his hands around the raw blade, bent it in half and looked into the sweaty face of the pharmacist, who's eyes were dodging left and right as he mewled.

Grinning, the man in the sunhat leaned over the counter and bared his black teeth. Smoke seeped out of his mouth, and a blast of heat caused more sweat to drip from his face down onto the counter.

In a matter of moments, the creature that had no name shattered the glass counter with a single fist, and proceeded to press the face of the store owner into the shards, grinning all the while. When he was finished, the body hurtled into the wall, and Zeke started his quest of destroying this store until he found that which his black heart craved.

Lazuli gazed at the wreckage of the shop, and her mouth twisted in revulsion. She could barely tell it was a potion store. Several bloody fragments dripped rubies in the corner, and there was no way of identifiying the unfortunate induvidual. The skin had been slashed and hacked at, and chalky, splintering bones poked from torn muscle. She covered her mouth, and quelled the bile that rose from the back of her throat. It was a crazed, brutal demented attack and she wasn't too sure if she wanted to meet whoever did it.
A sound of glass being tossed aside told her she was not alone.
Whoever it was turned his gaze at her, noticing her for the first time, and regarded her with a mocking smile.
Lazuli took a deep breath, and prepared herself for battle.
"I don't know who you are, but you won't be seperating me from my internal organs any time soon!" she shouted, sounding more cofident then she felt.

As Lazuli turned her head to see the one who had caused this destruction, she looked surprised to see a man with a pleasant face looking at her, wearing common clothing. A black sunhat topped him, and he seemed rather merry for no apparent reason. Unless he derived satisfaction from this gruesome destruction, there was nothing to be happy about.

"Why, hello," he said in a casual tone, bowing and placing one hand on his chest and bowing. There was something wrong with this man. He didn't look capable of doing all this, but he looked too out of place. Lazuli watched his laughing eyes with nervousness, gripping her chakram.

"It's rather odd that you can see me, but I can smell you from here...An Exorcist. I don't like Exorcists, and let me tell you why."

The unnerving fellow took off his sunhat, revealing his practically balding head, and the thin sprigs of red hung down to his eyebrows. His eyes seemed to darken, and he spoke again.

"...Exorcists cast out demons, but do they realize what hard work demons go through to acquire a human host? I don't think so. I am an admirer of demons, and I don't appreciate your efforts."

Then the man grinned, and showed the jagged black spikes of his teeth. There was a whistling noise in Lazuli's ears, and she looked behind her to see five shards of glass from the counter embedded in the wall like darts. In a move almost too quick to see, he had nearly killed her. He began to walk towards her, and the thick smell of sulfur filled the air as he neared the girl.

"Part cat, part human, all fool."