[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/2195ea2ccabebc3972ca69ca92d811b2/tumblr_inline_n6i8plpCH41sgladw.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Somewhere in the Streets Running[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…”[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Sylvia’s knife fell short, and her spell failed, she watched wide-eyed in terror as she saw that dirty finger push the trigger. Sylvia, for a brief flash, saw the plume of smoke erupt from the barrel, a spark of fire propelling the bullet forward towards her head in mere milliseconds until it just stopped. 

Sylvia saw it hover for a second, time froze completely still for moments that stretched on for hours. The bullet then reversed and buried itself into her attacker’s head. It all felt very weird. All too smooth and slow to be real. Sylvia flicked her eyes from the point where the bullet hovered and back at her attacker, who now laid down still and with a bullet through his head. The bar was now eerily quiet as Sylvia got up, still shaken with disbelief but managing a quick, [color=7fbf40]”Thanks, Belial.”[/color]

However, she knew he (or [i]it[/i]) was not going to stay down for long, she turned, speed-walking out the back door. Sylvia didn’t even wait to catch her breath before she broke into a sprint, she was going to put as much distance between her and it as she could. She headed back for the untamed forest that threatened to engulf the edge of the town, the hard clacks of her heels against concrete turned into soft patters as her feet banged down onto the ground in rhythmic beats. The flickering neon sign of the bar now was but a dark twinkling dot behind her as she racked her mind trying to think of a plan. Calling the cops would be useless seeing as they were spread too thin and had no experience with the supernatural, she had very few spell ingredients left to make anything useful, and the sky was darkening quickly. 

She made up her mind. Altering her course, she now lightly jogged towards the road that let out of town. Hoping to find refuge in a nearby home or at least hitch a ride out. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4l2huz2tP1qmtjx8o1_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Hut[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: Sutton ([@Morose])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Eudora angrily muttered crude words at the slumped girl, her goat bleating in tune with her curses (the rude kind, not the magical ones). [i][color=c0fff4]”Es scortum obscenus vilis”[/color][/i], the pitch black goat stamped his hooves in agreement to this. [color=c0fff4]”Stupid girl,”[/color] Eudora finally switching to English as she hobbled over herb stashes while putting pressure on her worsening wound, [color=c0fff4]”Did you really think you could kill [i]me[/i]?”[/color]

Eudora saw the evil glint of the girl’s smile, her stomach was ripped wide open but it didn’t even seem to faze her, Eudora realised it wasn’t correct to call this thing a “girl.” It was something much, much worse than that. 

It was a determined thing, Eudora gave it that as she raided her shelves for healing herbs. Eudora wasn’t panicked, while not able to kill the thing, at least she was able to daze it for a while as she looked for anything that could help. The witch gave the slumped thing an icy glare as she noticed it twitch, [color=c0fff4]”Manete!”[/color] she casted before the thing could try anything. Eudora winced in pain as she attempted to speak the spell, she dared to look down and saw the mess of dark blood. The hot liquid pumping out of the wound like a steady stream as it drained her life away. Eudora grabbed a random concoction. 

She toyed with the mix, realising the hints of African Violets and Bilberry Bark, as she spread it on her wound. It stung, but she hoped it would cause it to heal. Or at least numb the pain. 

Eudora kept her distance, staring at the motionless thing with her dark and small eyes, [color=c0fff4]”Who sent you?”[/color] she hissed through clenched teeth, [color=c0fff4]”What do you want with me you wench?”[/color] Eudora leveled her own weapon, her finger, at the thing. Dancing the tip of her finger in symbols of protection, [color=c0fff4]”Leave now girl, and I won’t hurt ye’. Now be a good little girl and run off before I break my reed.”[/color]