lokuri

((OOC: I guess my school is the only one still doing finals, eh? I also have to run off to my aunt's B-day party, despite the fact that I have finals tomorrow. Man, I wish I could do more than stand by all the time. D: ))

The answer Niola received was completely different from what she expected. From the look in his eyes earlier, when she had awoken, Cyr seemed calm and filled with relief for Niola's safety. However, that emotion that was recently present in his eyes were filled with regret. His voice also held a bitter, solemn tone to it, like he had just lost a best friend -- the best friend he could ever place his trust and sorrow in -- and they just past away just before his eyes. Such a tragic loss would drawn anyone in true sadness, yet there was more to his hidden emotions.

"Is that...loathing?" Niola could not read the swarming feeling locked within his dark blue eyes as he helped her up, but she could register the slight trembling in his hands. That's when she noticed the sticky, crimson substance clinging to his scarred hands. There was no mistake about it...

"Blood?"

As soon as the word registered in her head, Cyr's eyes grew wide and distant. It seemed he was going through rapid visions that dilated his eyes with each passing scenerio, yet they were not pleasant; in fact, they were downright terrifying. His body froze like stone and for a moment, Niola could sense the vile darkness circling around Cyr. Then, he returned to normal and cursed into the night sky.

"Westward? But that's--"

Her words were cut off as Cyr sprinted away into the distance.
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Niola felt like her heart was about to burst from her chest and explode into tiny pieces before her eyes as she tried to keep up with Cyr. A new motivation had awaken in him, and he used it to power his legs towards his destination. The speed of his feet rising and pounding into the ground was so intense that Niola could not think correctly. It took her a few minutes to realize that she could simply fly after Cyr, yet by the time she remembered this, it was too late. Niola collided into Cyr, her mind too clogged with thoughts to notice him right in front of her. Peering over his shoulder, Niola managed to spot a the outline of a small child. By the sound of the kid's voice, Niola figured he was a boy, though his voice was both chilling and amused at the same time.

"Who do you think you are, pipsqueak?" Niola scowled, keeping her voice at an unnoticeable range. "What can you possibly--"

Suddenly, the boy lunged forward, attempting to disconnect Cyr's head from his throat. Trying to figure where the sharp, wintery fingers were coming from, Niola found out it was an ice version of Siberius's mutated hand. This connection was discarded by the boy's next comment. Infuriated, Niola merely huffed and folded her arms. It felt annoying to be compared with a "dansel in distress". What's more, he teased Cyr about their relationship, as though she were some quiet lover.

"If this little weasel won't shut his trap, I swear I'll--"

Niola paused, her eyes now focused back on Cyr. There was an aura of immense detest for the boy, yet there was also the presence of her father in him. For some reason, it made her feel both uneasy and grateful, but most importantly, it made her feel...loved. She had taken everyone around her for granted, and here was Cyr, trying to protect her with all his heart. It was like a rope being tied around her waist and trying to drag her away from the separate dimension she felt herself being trapped in. Just as quickly as it began tugging, though, Niola felt like it snapped and the connection to the other person fell back into his own reality.

"Cyr, what are you doing?" Niola cried, a thick blanket of wind dispersing as soon as she noticed his bleeding arm.

"You...you don't have to worry THAT much..."

((OOC: FIIINIIIIIISHEEED!!! ))

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