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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/2ilkc44.png] ** Right after graduation, everything had gone completely downhill. First Nikki hadn't been answering his calls, so he thought that she had perhaps been stolen away permanently by that damn wolf, only to find out that she had died in some car accident, or rather an event that included a vehicle crashing through a brick wall. Just trying to remember how he had responded to that news was fatal in itself, involving a lot of broken glass and unshed tears, torn punching bags and infuriating anger. Then it seemed as if the sickness had gotten worse progressively as the days trailed on by, and when he had chosen to just sneak into Cael's room he found that she was gone as well, instinctively panicking, wondering if she had left him. He didn't want to lose two people in such a short period of time, Tiana dying ten years ago was still a pain in his heart that he didn't believe would ever go away, and now these added two were making it unbearable for him. That was until he was informed of the fact that she had been kidnapped, stolen away from the botanical gardens that she adored so much, and it only made the demon's guilt worse, that he hadn't been by her side at all times to keep her safe. How would he prove to her strict royal parents that he was a good enough suitor if he couldn't manage to overcome some flu to be on guard for her all hours of the day? ** The result hadn't been very pretty, cue a raging creature being unleashed from within and the typical scene had occurred, Trey kneeling to the ground whilst clutching his head tightly, right on the brink of enough pressure to fracture his own skull, helpless as that black fog spewed out of his open mouth. The mist had taken shape soon, demonic and foul smelling, only to wrap tightly around him, and like some sort of magic trick the boy disappeared and was replaced by a spindly creature from the depths of hell, seven feet tall and as thin as a pencil. Tar-like skin was littered with abrasions and all sorts of openings, showing sooty bones and bloated organs, his eyes not even existing, just two hollow sockets, sans for these two red beads in the back, all the way where someone would expect his brain to be. They glowed occasionally as he screeched, sharp rows of teeth glinting to the world as he sped out of the building, a beast uncontrollable as he rampaged through the city, lunging at anything that moved and tearing it to shreds, blood splattered all over his willowy frame within the first three hours. But he didn't leave the carcasses just strewn over in the streets, no, their bones were all that were left, considering how his demon hungered for meat, not very picky if it was from an innocent teen wandering the streets alone or a random squirrel, everything was a target. ** The demon hissed once more when the horrid scent of an angel wafted past him, rising from all four limbs to represent a bipedal, teeth bared with that aggressive noise turning to more of something reminiscent to nails drawing over a chalkboard, staring right at the culprit. The angel's wings were black, something that he wasn't used to seeing, and the real Trey wasn't present anymore in his mind, locked away in the back with restraints that not even the strongest of men could break through, the demon stalking towards its natural enemy, a clashing history that ranged millennium ago, even if the newer generations found themselves making bonds with the opposite species. But his genes pulsed with evil, having sold his soul to the Devil himself, meaning there were no kind feelings on his part, just the desire to slaughter one of God's fallen to nothing more than a pulp, pluck those feathers out slowly, or better yet? Tear those damn wings out and watch him bleed. Amount: 662 Words. Notes: Hope this is alright x.x Muse: Awkward xD Tune: Red Nose ~ Sage The Gemini embrace it Vettie ;D Tags: Vettie with Logan;

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTableMiddle_zpsa2d6e7d9.jpg?t=1375361889] "Speech" Thoughts Well, he'd finally found some semblance of normalcy. Logan knew he couldn't really be in the dredges of society for the rest of his existence and not go stark raving made from it. There had already been all the signs of it there. But he'd scraped up whatever dignity he had left and found a job. And it wasn't just any job: he was Sheriff. How the hell that had happened, he wasn't entirely sure. Some human of importance had trusted his abilities after seeing him take down a few creatures who went bump in the night. Logan wasn't entirely certain the trust was well placed. He was a wild card. A loose live wire hovering on constant brink. What right did he have to be trusted to protect the people of New Orleans? And honestly, what idiot thought he could handle unruly officers who already had habits in how they handled things? Putting a new recruit on top of it? Not only a green punk, but a shifter with an attitude at that? It was a pain. Officer Russell was a pain. But Logan knew he'd deal with it as it came. Just as he'd deal with this. There'd been panicked phone calls of some beast attacking anything in its path. With the descriptions given, Logan had a fairly good idea of what it was: demon. The war between their species had been one for the ages and one that still burned in Logan's darkened soul despite his Fallen status. That this demon had been rampaging for even a minute without intervention by those still in Big Bastard's good graces was disgusting. But if you wanted someone done right, Logan knew you had to do it yourself. There was no mistake when he saw the creature and it didn't seem to have trouble recognizing him for what he was. His officers had already been dispatched to keep the public away from the French Quarter where this showdown was about to take place. The street seemed eerie without the crowds of people, the nearby stores blacked out despite the hour. Logan pulled the gun from its holster at his back, his wings flapping out to distract the demon even as he aimed the muzzle for its head and fired.

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/2ilkc44.png] ** Trey slowed to a halt when he noticed how the fallen angel didn't even flinch, the darkness that poured out into the streets making his black flesh blend in even more, those ruby-sized eyes staring at the ebony wings, confused out of his mind. He wanted to fight, to kill, bring forth pain to the once celestial being, but it was rather hard when he flew like that, the demon concocting up a devious plan in his mind, or at least attempted to, when he noticed the pistol in the man's hand. The barrel of the weapon shone dully in the weak lamp lights near them, and the teenage boy's soul fought to maintain control as he mentally screamed at his own body, 'Fucking move!' Long legs felt like they were going to snap with the speed that he dodged to the side to escape the bullet aimed at his skull, missing by a few inches but piercing through a thin and veiny shoulder, hiss of pain all that echoed through the streets to accompany the sizzle of blood. Angrily he stared back up, teeth baring once more as he sprinted forward, injury forgotten as he tore past cars and trees, launching himself onto one of the vehicles, hopefully the poor fellow had insurance, clawed feet creating dents with every step. The dagger-like claws sank down into the metal, tearing holes the width of a baseball with all the dragging he was doing. Every inch closer brought the intense scent of the angel, fingers clenching as his tongue slithered out, sinew taut. ** He crouched low on top of the yellow Honda, mind reeling quickly with all the calculations that one would think his primitive mind wouldn't be able to accomplish when in such a beastly form. There was only one opening for him to potentially gain any upper hand, and that would be for him to get the officer onto the ground, where they would be equally matched, rather than soaring out of his grasps. But to do that he would need to literally tackle the dark-haired angel out of the sky, not sure if his limbs would be able to handle that, though the desire to defeat the celestial creature overrode any other doubts in his one-track mind. Somewhere deep inside he felt the true owner of this body beg for him not to hurt anyone, trying to convince his inner demon to leave the older man alone, to just turn around and head back to his dorm, search for more clues that would let him find his girlfriend. It was no use. Trey's legs propelled him forward, arms held out, claws aiming for the brute's abdomen as his jaws opened with the intention to latch onto a covered shoulder, his leap seeming to go in slow motion as he soared through the air. Kill the angel. There was no room for failure, and he desperately wanted a souvenir, vent his anger somewhere that would hopefully also cause pain to some lady or child elsewhere, the loss of their husband or father. Everyone needed to feel the agony. Amount: 519 Words. Notes: Blegh post, so sorry :c Muse: On edge xD Tune: Whiskey In Hell ~ Anarbor Tags: Vettie with Logan;

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTableMiddle_zpsa2d6e7d9.jpg?t=1375361889] "Speech" Thoughts When it came to rampaging demons, Logan really was the 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of Fallen. Sadly enough, the bullet passed through the boy's shoulder and embedded itself into the bricks of the store behind the teenager. That would be a shit ton of paperwork right there that he already wasn't looking forward to. He'd pawn it off on the rookie later. Russell. The kid had too much drive to be out on the streets. He was just looking for a trouble - and contrary to popular belief, that was not their job. The demon kept coming, his teeth free and fury rising fast. Logan took aim again as the creature slammed on top of the roof of a car, weight crunching the metal beneath him. Though everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, it was all incredibly fast. Logan yearned for the powers he once had that would have made taking this beast down a cake walk, but he was stuck with the clunky, crude piece of equipment that was as reliable as the Honda currently being totaled. Black wings stretched out, intending to take to the sky where he could have some sort of advantage. Of course, the creature had anticipated that and launched himself straight for his center while impossibly wide jaws found a grip on his shoulder. The gun was knocked from his hand, falling uselessly to the asphalt below. His first thought was, 'I like this jacket, you motherfucker.' The following was somewhere along the lines of what a bad situation this was now. Unable to keep aloft while the demon was going stark raving mad on him, Logan tucked his wings again as best as possible and let himself fall to the ground, making sure that the demon broke his fall. He sure as Hell wasn't going to break his. Without a weapon at his disposal anymore, Logan did what any good man in a brawl for his life would: he reeled back a fist and punched him square in the nose.

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/2ilkc44.png] ** Jaws snapped tightly around the brute's shoulder, sharp teeth sinking in as if he were biting into a fleshy type of apple, the tiny rivulets of crimson blood dripping off of the stream on his chin, seeing as how his face was too angular to let it actually stain and pool on the leathery black skin. He was about to violently shake his head so as to tear chunks of delicious meat and skin from the brute, give him some pain to remember, but suddenly he growled as he released his searing grip, clawed fingers clinging tightly to the officer's body as they started falling to the ground, wrapping those long limbs even tighter, almost enough to be considered suffocating. But halfway through the plummet their positions were altered, with Trey on the bottom and the demon just stared blankly into the eyes of the fallen angel, spite flickering but he made no move to adjust it, soon enough feeling the concrete against his exposed back, a sickening crunching sound echoing into the night, arms and legs feeling a bit weak as he actually let the dark-haired man out of his grasp so that they were drawn back to his sides, starting to stumble up as he chattered those sharp teeth in some unknown language. The tongue of Hell. He stalked forward, twisting his back so that the vertebrae could align once more from their misplacement in the fall, sharp buzzes of pain filling his body, ah, but he enjoyed it, those tiny ruby eyes shining with excitement at this challenging battle, now a mere foot away from the angel as he snarled. ** But when a fist connected with his nose he yowled, large hands flying to clutch onto the throbbing spot, crouching down low from his sizable height to just try to will it away. Though in the meantime he felt this anger bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as he rose seconds later with a furious roar, leaping at the angel once more, but instead of aiming for his neck like any other demon would have done, to end his life, Trey's horrid demon wanting more, something that would haunt the angel for the rest of his existence rather than give him the easy card out. On the inside, shoved away for a more violent mentality, the boy was pacing, asking as if he would be answered, 'No, what are you doing? Leave him alone, just let it go, run...' But the demon overpowered his wishes, screeching once before its hands wrapped around the left wing, feet following soon after so all of his weight was placed on the appendage, and his teeth ravaged upon the feathers, starting with the arch and working his way down to where it would be connected to his body. Mm, ripping wings would be fun, but he didn't want to spoil it all in one go, letting his claws sink into the wing as he started convulsing, frame whipping from side to side, bouncing as well, trying to twist and turn the appendage in as many directions as possible, adding harsh bites here and there. Amount: 526 Words. Notes: Hueee Logan! ;w; </3 Muse: Good~ Tune: The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford Soundtrack Tags: Vettie with Logan;