Two Fiends(Psychotic)

[axe]

The dark grey sky was casting a light snow all around him. He could see his breath in front of his face as moved throughout the forest. Axel was on the hunt for bandits that had recently raided a local farming village and he had been hired to deal with them. His prey wasn’t far away he could smell the dozen or so men. He then heard something off in the distance near a clearing in a small dip in the mountains. He went to investigate and found some broken twigs, a recently doused fire and some cloth bags which matched symbols from the village’s farmers. He also found some dead birds that had been cooked but left behind. He rested and ate them quickly while searching the site for more clues. He quickly picked up the scent again and began the hunt once more running at breakneck speed after the men.

He was nearby his old tribal lands and could feel the spirits of the dead guiding him somewhere. He thought he heard his mate calling to him and he stopped running after the men. He followed the voice of his love and continued slowly hoping not to miss her should she appear to him. He then heard the sound of his son’s growl coming from the same place of his mate’s voice. He was going insane trying to find the voice that he happened upon another clearing where there were thirteen men. The wind picked up and Axel got a strong scent of the bandits, their footprints still fresh in the light snow. Then he got a smell of death and he remembered his tribe’s recent demise. He hoped the smell would have gone away but it grew stronger as the wind picked up. Axel then started to notice the fresh blood in the clearing and then the body of a man, breath still leaving his body, with a small layer of snow on top of him. Axel moved back a little and hid in the undergrowth to see if this was a trap.

[psychotic]

Arthas had been fine not too long ago, not too far back into the past. Possibly an hour or so. Turning back that hour, you would see the demon roasting his catches for the day. Unlike most instances, he had been simply traveling at the time. The scent of food had caught the nose of a few bandits, and everyone knows the classic of what happened next. Arthas yelped as he found an arrow protruding from his back, blacking out for a second from the unexpected pain. He had jumped and drew both his blades, one per hand, looking for whomever had shot him. He was jumped from behind by several bandits. It was unfair fight, seeing as how he had been outnumbered greatly. Though however, this wouldn't have proved problematic on a regular occasion. The fact of the deal was that he had been surprised. And that was it. After they had scattered his small 'camp', he didn't bother to retrieve his food that was scattered about. Instead, he had gone to his pack to wrap himself up. After bandaging everyone one of the wounds methodically received during the short fight (which was quite a sum, mind you), he had started to try and rebuild his fire. After finding himself unsuccessful, he stood to go find more wood.

And that's how he ended up like this. Arthas has walked off and in only a few moments found himself tumbling. The horrendous amounts of blood loss was stealing the life from him, sapping his energy and quickly and ravenously devouring it. The demon wrapped his wings around himself as to look like a cloak, keeping himself warm as he struggled to stand. He eventually fell limp in the snow, blood gingerly caking the fallen powder around him. He found a chill run down his body as he began shivering. Yet even this stopped as well, because his body was too low on energy. His breath was slowly leaking from his lungs, killing him with time. He found himself weak, the weakest he had ever felt. And it was pitiful. He even felt anger towards himself, though his mind was slipping. And that's where he was as the Kull approached. Body slowly numbing, breath stolen from his body as he slipped into the unknown. Arthas could feel his warmth for one last time before it too was sucked into the void. The demon was the closest one could get to death without actually dying. And for the first time in so many long years, a feeling of utter despair skittered past his conscious as he completely fell unconscious. No thoughts. No breath. Not dead. But... gone. Like a coma.

[axe]

Axel finally figured it wasn't a trap, but he noticed something odd about this paleskin, he was extremely pale and there was some sort of wing around him. Axel dismissed it as he moved closer to the human. The wind started to pick up and night was coming soon, Axel would either have to give up the hunt and help this unique human or hunt the bandits and let this one die. He walked over and pulled the arrowhead, that the human was unable to get when he broken the arrow off, out of the human’s back, it was a, um what did paleskins call it? Oh a barbed tip.

“Bad tip, Bandit hurt?” Axel asked in his broken human, his deep grinding voice complimented the stench coming form the depths of his throat. He patched the wound with a patch of boar skin and sewed it to cover the wound. “That help soon. We go camp then hunt Bandit?”

Axel picked the almost weightless human off the ground and ran at breakneck speed to a clearing he knew would be safe from wind. Axel propped the human up against a tree and cleared out an area under a giant oak, the oak he buried his family. He prayed for a little bit then kissed the ground and immediately went to work fixing a fire to help the Human. He pulled a couple of metal rods from his pack and placed them in the fire to heat up. He picked one up when it was barely red with heat.

“When yellow, burn wound close.” Axel had done this many times and then remembered human courtesy, he pointed at himself. “Me is Axel Rose,” he then motioned to the tree. “Family and tribe dead and buried this tree. Me left alone.” He then pointed at the paleskin. “You?”

[psychotic]

Arthas suddenly felt himself lifted off the ground, feeling weightless. He didn't utter a single sound as the Kull swiftly carried him away from the spot. He couldn't hear anything, couldn't say anything either for the moment. The demon fell limp with Axel, feeling completely helpless. If the Kull wanted to just end his misery and kill him, it wouldn't be hard for him to do so. In fact, it would be much easier than even chewing food. Just let him lie there and die. But no; he felt the Kull set him against a tree. Slowly, his eyes opened. His vision was clouded and blurry, but he could see a general spark. A fire. 

Suddenly, Arthas felt a rush of warmth pump through his body. He felt the hot fire's aura wash over him like a cleansing bath, freeing him of the numbing cold. He could feel his blood pumping again, which would also cause his wounds to bleed... but he was slowly gaining consciousness. He could hear something faint, a scuttling, a movement of sorts. His vision suddenly snapped to, sharpening into focus as he heard a voice. He groaned and looked over at the Kull. He had just asked him something. It took Arthas a moment to realize what he had said, but once realized, the reply was easy. "I am... Arthas. I come from a far, far away place. I... have been alone for many years. Too many to count. He could feel sensation course through his nerves, able to feel again. Slowly, he was regaining his strength. He unwrapped his wings from around himself, revealing a pitch black-dyed assasin's gear outfit on his body. His black wings flexed slightly as he relaxed against the tree.

"Human, I am not. I am what most would call a demon. A being of darkness. Well, Arthas could only hope the Kull wasn't taking this the wrong way. Most would kill a demon on sight, and an opportunity like this where he was still so weak was few and far between. Most would take it up instantly, because killing a demon at full strength? Was nearly impossible. Yet, the kull... what was his name, Axel? He had yet to show any aggression.