[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds away from fire
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Demetri looked away from Zeke, blushing slightly as he complimented his eyes, his [i]real[/i] eyes. For the briefest of moments, he contemplated shifting them back, letting his natural color shine through. But as that thought crossed his mind, the air began to chill and a shudder ran down his spine as a voice began to whisper in his ears. Demi turned to see who had spoken, seeing only Zeke in front of him for the moment. He was used to his mind telling him such things, used to the anxiety and denial, to the self hatred. But this...this was different. Before he was able to say anything, Lauryn attacked the two of them, slashing their arms.

Zeke acted quickly, preparing for a fight and getting in between him and Lauryn. Demetri’s heart fluttered at the sight, his breath getting caught in his throat as he pressed away any thoughts that the voice was right. It was clear that Zeke cared for him. Lauryns eyes were still glowing, the sword in her hand, and Zeke was placing himself on the line. He tried not to think of how quickly the box was tossed, focusing now on what to do. He didn't want to hurt Lauryn, but he didn't want Zeke hurt any further than he had been. Panic began to settle in as Demi took one step back unsure of how to proceed. He just wished Lauryn would stop.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his shadow began to elongate, stretching underneath Zeke's legs and towards Lauryn. The shadows began to collect, forming an umbral mass that swirled and wrapped around her, holding her tightly in place. [Color=6666FF]"Zeke, I...I don't know how but...I got her. Get your stuff and go find Andy or other children of Hecate. Maybe they can help with whatever is wrong with her."[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds > Hecate Cabin
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

As Cassian entered the cabin, he felt a calm wash over him. The presence, whatever it was, was gone now. He looked back outside, through the doors, but not daring to go out. His attention was returned back towards Anabelle, listening intently as she told him about various spirits. [Color=CC00CC]"These, Eidolons, what exactly are they? What do they want?"[/color] He asked as he made his way across the room. Running his fingers across some of the furniture, looking at the books and occult paraphernalia that decorated the place. He couldn't know for certain, but these Eidolon's sounded similar to what he had seen. Mischief was one thing, but the feeling he got off of thar creature...it wanted pain.

Cassian took a seat where Anabelle had motioned. Tapping his finger against his chin while his other had repeated the motion on the table. [Color=CC00CC]"Given my nerves I'd say I'm a bit inclined to go with an herbal tea. Perhaps a Chamomile or something with Lavender in it."[/color] He paused, mouth partially agape as he thought of what to say next. [Color=CC00CC]"Is this cabin warded against Eidolons and other spirits? It feels...quiet in here. In comparison to moments ago outside that is."[/color]