My Precious [Tytonidae]

[Reanna]

It took a minute for her vision to clear and the pain to ebb, but the second it did, she knew it had taken a second too long. Her lips parted to shout a warning to her sire, the need to protect her outweighing the desire for the shard – but the words never had a chance to form. The man that had emerged behind her was vaguely remember, and she knew instantly that he was the one that had caused the destruction to the Eyrie. He’s also the one that burned you. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she narrowed her eyes and lifted uneasily to her feet. With the amount of time it took to clear her mind, he was already back – and the shard was in his hand. Torn between the need to check on her sire and the desire to put a few extra bullets in his skull, the woman stood still and tilted her head. “You made a mistake,” she whispered. Her voice was eerily calm and for a moment, she swore she could feel the frost from her tone fill the air between them. Waiting a beat, she took a step towards him.

He had turned into her prey.
He had hurt one of her own.

“Does it make you feel like big man to hurt little women?” Pulling her gun from her side, she flicked the safety back off and aimed it at his heart. The desire to fire the entire clip into his chest caused her to tremble, and she knew in that moment that the last of her sanity was wearing off. She didn’t know this man – nothing would protect him from her. Clenching her fist against her side, she tightened her finger over the trigger. There was a voice in the back of her mind, something warning her to not attack him – but she could only taste the urge to destroy him on her tongue. Snapping her teeth together, she reached out and twisted her fingers around his wrist, the burn of her touch leaving her mark on his skin. It wasn’t enough, however, to make him loosen his hold on the shard – and she grew furious.

Throwing his hand from him, the scent of burnt flesh filled the air as she gave a cruel, cold smile. “It is shame that I cannot watch you burn,” she hissed, the anger causing her gun to shake. Her sight had gone red, the man in front of her disappearing as another took his place. It was all she had left to think straight, and she quickly shook her head as she kept her gun trained on him. There was two ways to handle a situation like this – shoot first, or draw it out to be slow and painful. She was going for the latter. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take the shard from him right then, but she could stay on him until he dropped it – or someone else came along to take it from him. Not taking her eyes off of him, she kept the gun leveled as she tilted her head once again, her gold gaze assessing him.

"Mikale does not belong to you."

Steal shard - fail

[Niklaus]

His first shard defense was against none of that Reanna, of course. And she had a gun trained on him. Niklaus had been in situations like these before, it was nothing new. The shard wrapped around his fingers as he circled around her. He wasn’t going to make himself an easy target. “Little women?” he remarked back, with a snicker. “I don’t think weak little women belong here. Don’t you think?” he launched back at the woman. He meant it too, to be a Tytonidae member meant to be strong, vicious and perseverant. Or did that change? “You shouldn’t start **** with someone who you know can and will dish it back. In fact, I think you should just leave and leave me be with my shard”, he commented further.

She had a gun on him but he was fast too, faster than one would predict someone of his stature and weight to be. She made a move on the shard as he expected but gripped his wrist and activated her burning touch power. But that wouldn’t throw Niklaus off, he was no stranger to pain. Baring his teeth at her and snarling as he gripped the shard even tighter. “Are you done here?” he hissed. But he wouldn’t give her time to reply and gripped at that offending limb of hers with his free hand. By the wrist like she had done to him, but he wasn’t going to burn her, no Sir. “My name is Niklaus. Remember it.” He growled before tightening his grip abruptly and then jerking her wrist to the side until he felt bone snap, her hand stuck in a weird angle now. This was moderate compared to what he could have done back to her, she did shoot him before, twice too if he was correct, then dared to mark him with her burning touch? If he showed any signs of weakness, that particular woman would have known she had the best of him, she looked like the type to take advantage of other’s weaknesses.

“Bye now.” Came his words the moment he broke her wrist, falling into shadows immediately and snatching his arm free from her grasp. Payback was indeed very sweet. Especially when delivered to those who wronged him, friend or foe alike. A Killer shouldn’t show any signs of weakness or remorse. Everything needed to get the job done was fair and even if some preferred not to get their hands dirty, they still relied on people like him to do exactly that. To do what it took and get the job done. He ran towards the tree once again and started to climb once the shard was safe in his pocket, floor 3 being his destination. He had spotted huts he thought weren’t occupied and went straight to the one he was going to explore earlier. A quick inspection inside revealed no other presence, good. He was going to stay there and wait, gun in hand.

bonecrush Reanna - succeeded

[Every]

She wasn’t surprised to find Reanna waiting for her, nor was she surprised when she heard the gunshots and a hiss of frustration escaped past her lips about the smell of burnt hair. Pushing herself out of the elevator shaft, Every got to her feet and her aggravation grew. “It isn’t a living piece, Reanna, it’s a faeshard.” What had gotten into the woman lately, she wasn’t sure, but Every had noticed that if her childer weren’t insane on some level, then she usually ended up hating them.

Her hazel eyes caught the tremble in Reanna’s limbs, and her concern vaguely lifting before she felt her move closer. She was irritated at the sensation of the hand around her throat and instinctively, her hand clenched into a fist. “Let go of me.” She ordered, her eyes narrowing significantly as she felt the woman’s hand travel along her body. Nishaa got groped, Ray got groped. Now it was her turn. “Great.” She thought, debating between elbowing her and shoving her away – she didn’t care if she got her throat sliced, it wouldn’t be the first time after all.

But when Reanna stepped back, Every reached up and rubbed at her throat. She hissed at her childe, but before she escape, she felt heard Niklaus and felt his weight hit her. At five-foot-five, it was certainly not the nicest thing someone could do to her and as she fell, Every certainly plotted his death right until her body connected with the floor and she wheezed in pain, tears coming to the corner of her eyes. “Bubba?” Her eyebrow lifted and she rolled over onto her side, coughing as she heard him moving. “Prick.” While she tried to regain her senses, Every could hear more commotion.

Her eyebrow twitched at the word little. Pushing herself up as she listened to the others squabble, Every lifted her hand to test out her shoulder before rolling it and lifted her eyebrow at the man’s words. Rather than wait and listen, Every teleported up to the third floor. When she felt the pull of the shard, Every searched for Niklaus, once more using eye spy and getting a general idea of his location. Her fingertips tapped against her skin, her annoyance rising as she felt the pull of the shard leading her to a hut before she reached the door.

Kicking it in, she didn’t hesitate to sprint towards the man while his back was turned, her body slamming into his to return the tackle, reaching for the shard in attempt to steal it – but being unable to reach it.

You failed in your endeavor. – steal the shard
You succeeded in your endeavour. - tackle
You succeeded in your endeavour. – kick down door

[Niklaus]

Who dared venture into ‘his’ hut? He had temporarily acquired this one, after all. Was it Reanna? He knew by now that people trying to steal his shard was inevitable. It was a vicious circle; no one knew when it would stop. Everyone could feel the shard’s pull and there seemed to be absolutely no way to truly hide the shard. If left somewhere, someone would find it. He could try to….eat it, right? But he couldn’t even consume food, now a shard? It’d be stupid to get sick from it, or have people now start trying to cut him open to retrieve it. Eating the shard wasn’t a good idea.. at least not right now. But it was Niklaus after all, and he was pretty crazy. It could happen.

The intruder was Every. And the moment he saw her, he knew what she wanted. His shard! Well she wasn’t going to get it! He couldn’t just shoot her in the head either. He didn’t want to be the guy who ‘accidentally’ or not so accidentally killed a member on his first trip to the Eyrie. That was going to be hard to explain to Velveteen too. “I accidentally shot her in the head” wasn’t an excuse Niklaus used. He didn’t accidentally do **** like that. If he did it, it would be because he wanted to and chose to. No ******** excuses, ever. If he still screwed up, he would own up to it anyway.

She had stolen it from him before, didn’t she? When she groped him! That wasn’t going to happen again. The Killer simply snapped then, he had to prove a point. “I WON’T LET YOU HAVE IT, EVERY!” he threatened the female after she tried to tackle him to snatch the shard away. “WATCH!” he ordered her. Yep, he was going to do it. Jaws opening wide to display the rows of dangerous looking fangs. Was he going to bite her? Not really.. He retrieved the shard, shook it right at her before sticking it into his mouth and simply… SWALLOWED, hard. The lump that crossed his throat proved that it wasn’t an elaborate trick, he actually did -eat- the ******* shard.

He wasn’t sure if this was a brilliant move or the dumbest thing he had ever done but he could see the expression on Every’s face; priceless. And just like that, something clicked in his head. All that rage and greed vanished instantly. His first reaction being something along the line of “what the **** did I just do?” He didn’t feel the need to run to protect the shard anymore. He didn’t give a **** about the damn shard really now. There was no pull, he didn’t feel like he NEEDED the damn thing like he did just a moment ago, and to be honest, everything started to seem stupid now. Every didn’t look so crazy anymore either, else she would have probably lunged at him with her knife to try to cut him open to retrieve the damn shard, right? “So… I think we need to talk with Velve and Micah or something, right?” he suggested quietly, giving Every the look that said "You saw nothing happen". Nope, no one ate the shard, no Sir. He was pretty sure the rest of the guys weren’t affected by it anymore either, it now rested in his stomach; was that all they had to do to neutralize it in the first place…? Eat it?! The world shall never know but an urban legend was born then. That of Niklaus, the Eater of Shards.