Post by The Blood Hunter on Jul 16, 2013 2:04:10 GMT -5
-March 3rd 5 CLE-
The man stopped screaming after his fourth his finger was removed, falling into quiet sobs and pleas. Which was unacceptable to Warwick. The large man grabbed a pair of pilers and a few moments later, the man was screaming again, this time short a tooth.
"You're gonna have to scream louder if you want her to hear you." This wasn't true, but he still enjoyed hearing them himself.
He pulled a chair for himself, seating him across from the man. "You are probably thinking why this is happening to you." he told him, not caring if the man was listening. "It's pretty simple really. She is a fascinating creature, the Widowmaker. She feeds off other's pain, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Someone would have to create a lot of pain to get her attention."
"Which is why you are here." he finished, pointing a finger at the man tied to the chair. The metal claw he wore over his fingers making a clicking noise at the movement. "Well, its why the lot of you are here. I'm sure you heard the screams of the last two as well. She is fickle, not always guaranteed to come. So I making a source she can't ignore."
He rose from his seat, crossing over to the man. "You've lasted pretty long though. First one lost it at nail removal and the other gave in when the hot pokers came out. But you...I've had to remove things and you still haven't kicked it. So for that I'm giving you a chance."
He got real close to the man, holding his his metal claw a few centimeters from his eye. "If you can keep your eye open for a minute, you can go. But close it..." he didn't finish his offer, he only grinned.
The terrified man focused on the point in front of his eye, hoping that focusing would help him. He eye began to water, blurring his vision, but the claw was still there, only appearing to get closer. Sweat rolled down his brow, what remained of his body tense and shaking, asking, pleading with his body to not close his eye. The point of the claw only moved closer to him and for one second, he flinched at it.
The tense silence was broken by a gushing sound and the cries of a ruined man.
Post by The Widowmaker on Jul 16, 2013 3:00:12 GMT -5
Evelynn's eyes flashed, the molten golden iris' shining brightly as she felt the waves of pain washing outward from Zaun. Such.. Delicious agony... A symphony of screams to dance to. She smiled to herself as she looked upon Zaun, she had been drawn by the cries of anguish. What made these different from the various others that were felt across the world? Raw terror laced the pain, terror of the pain itself. Terror of death.
Cloaking herself in the growing shadows she moved forward to find what was causing this... The further she got, the hotter her skin felt. She could almost feel the pain splitting into her skin as she drew ever closer.
Begin Warwick, a pair of golden eyes would seem to simply melt into existence, the blue skinned woman forming silently behind him. She blinked twice, unsure what had just happened. Sometimes this happened, she would go into a trance like state to seek out the pain in order to feed. Conscious now, she didn't know who it was she now stood behind, never the less, she raised a hand, dark crimson wisps of mist-like vapor seemed to flow from the poor terrified man toward the hand only to be absorbed through her skin. She let out a soft sigh as she kept an eye upon the one who was torturing the prisoner.
"My, my... Don't you know how to have a good time dear..." She smirked as she spoke, waiting for the mans response.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Jul 16, 2013 4:48:25 GMT -5
The man's screaming over his lost eye suddenly began to lessen and a serene look came over his face, as if his pain had disappeared. He watched the red tendrils leave from his body and ravel behind him.
Warwick turned with a smile when he heard Evelynn's voice, casually flicking the eyeball on his finger off. "I see you finally got my invitation. Which is good as I was starting to run out."
To Warwick, she was perfection. Her beauty, her power, her cruelty...all he would want in a woman. But this was important business and he wasn't some love struck fool.
"Where are my manners? Greetings Evelynn, the Widowmaker, I am Warwick. I have a proposition for you." he greeted her politely, which was quite uncharacteristic for him.
"Shall I we begin? Or would you like to finish your meal first? he asked, gesturing to the tortured man.
Post by The Widowmaker on Jul 16, 2013 5:14:47 GMT -5
Evelynn looked suspiciously toward the man before her, sadistic intent glinting behind her eyes as she looked upon him. A slight smirk appeared upon her lips as various morbid thoughts raced through her mind. What she could do to this man before her, what she could do to break him. He looked to like the position of power he was in, what if she stripped that away from him and brought him down to the level of the torture victims, "Your invitation, a proposition?" she purred, "Don't keep me waiting. I can get very impatient... What do you want?"
Post by The Blood Hunter on Jul 16, 2013 5:42:24 GMT -5
Warwick grinned, he had her attention. He motioned her to follow him into the next room, one filled with numerous trophies off all the creatures he had hunted.
"I require silver, but not just any silver. The silver that comes from your home, the Shadow Isles. No mortal has gone there and returned alive, leaving me with quite the problem. So here is my proposition. Get me this silver and I shall owe you a favour. Whatever it is, I shall do it if it is my power. As you can see, I am quite the hunter."
He gestured to the trophies on his wall, lined with ferocious and rare animals. One of the trophies was the fang of a Balefire Direwolf, a large wolf known for its ferocity and ability to spew flames.
Post by The Widowmaker on Jul 16, 2013 20:21:50 GMT -5
"My home?" Evelynn purred, it was never confirmed where she came from, or what she is. So his assumption that she had come from the Isles amused her a great deal, that same amusement was conveyed in her voice, "I don't know what you mean about it being my home little man." She then smirked, "Simply get you some silver? Why can't you get it? Scared of the terrible beasties that might live there?"
She was in all honestly completely unimpressed by the vast collection of trophies, it would take a lot more than a few dead dangerous animals to impress Evelynn, "Maybe I might just happen to go visiting the isles out of curiosity, and you just happen to be going the same way as me..." She taps her chin in thought, obviously implying that she couldn't escort him there without something bad going wrong for her.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Jul 18, 2013 0:52:00 GMT -5
"Scared of the beasts? Not at all, no living beast scares me. What worries me is the magic of the Isles. No living mortal has returned from there and I doubt it's from the monsters."
Her hinting was all but obvious to him. She wanted him to go with her. Maybe so he could prove his strength to her, maybe because he had do get it himself, but it was most likely due to her own sick pleasure. Not that he minded, he might of done the same thing had their positions been changed.
Warwick gave her a wolfish grin. "Why, that would be quite the coincidence. And maybe we just happen to find some silver too. Right?
Post by The Widowmaker on Jul 29, 2013 1:52:50 GMT -5
"Silver?" she questioned, a glint of mischief showed in her eyes. "I might just happen to be passing near by the silver is mined for a certain someone." She purred and tapped her bottom lip with a long painted nail, "Such a coincidence would be amusing wouldn't it...?"
Evelynn's golden eyes locked with the human's, "It would simply be terrible if something happened to a visitor to the isles... The hospitality isn't the greatest in the world."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Jul 30, 2013 4:28:31 GMT -5
" No hospitality? Then I will just have to be a terrible guest then."
Something primal lived in the man's gaze, a beast waiting to be unleashed. He had gone to far now to turn back. Better to die fighting than wither away.
"I shall begin to make preparations for the trip then. Tell me where we shall leave and I will meet you there as soon as I am prepared. I shall take no more tha..."
He was cut off by the screaming of his victim, the pain now returning to him in full force.
"He's yours of you want him. He was served his purpose to me. Consider it a gift for our future co-operation."
Post by The Widowmaker on Aug 13, 2013 23:10:24 GMT -5
Evelynn's lips curled into a smile at the primal look within the Bounty Hunter's eyes, this man had the potential to be something far more than just a bounty hunter. She looked at the room, the state of the place they were in confirmed it. She stepped toward the screaming prisoner, a look of almost lust showed in the molten gold iris' that shone as they looked upon the tortured man.
"Sorry dear, but I have things to do." She said in a sorrowful voice, she raised a hand and slammed it through the prisoner's chest. Blood erupted from the chest as the ribcage shattered beneath the immense force that was suddenly sent crashing through it. Crimson liquid splattered the Widow Maker, even more began trickling down the arm that was now lodged within the mans chest, she leaned forward and kissed the dead man with blood covered lips. With a sharp movement she tore her arm form the chest cavity, his bloodied heart clenched in her hand. With a giggle she simply dropped it and turned to Warwick,
"Head to where the serpentine river meets the ocean, I'll find you, little hunter." She said with a wink. Without giving a specific date as to when he should be there, she simply walks away into the growing shadows, disappearing with only the click of her heels echoing faintly before fading into nothingness.
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2013 23:10:54 GMT -5 by The Widowmaker
Post by The Blood Hunter on Aug 16, 2013 17:03:41 GMT -5
A low whistle came from the hunter as he watched Evelyn tear out the man's heart and disappeared. She certainly was vicious.
He looked at his map. The Serpentine River ended at Kaladoun. That was most likely the location she meant.
Preparations were to be made. Food, travelling gear, weapons. He couldn't help but feel some excitement. Travelling to the Shadow Isles, a place no person had ever returned alive from.
He began to gather his things. The monsters of the Isles had best prepare, for the greatest hunter in Valoran was coming for them.
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