Damon's Return (Open)

[Creator]

"Almost there, buddy."
Damon slid down against a tree, his bare feet sliding along the grass as he sat for a rest. It had been a long trip, and he was tired from it all. Berstunic was slithering along the ground, resting his wings for a moment. Damon had been gone for quite some time, and honestly wondered if he'd remember everyone. He hoped so, at least. His departure had been sudden and without warning, but he'd made sure to send word that he wasn't dead or anything. "Ready?"

The two moved on, making their way through the shadowy forest. It was dark, despite it being the early afternoon, but that was how Damon liked it. His coat was tattered toward the end now, and his hair was fairly messy, as though he'd been traveling on foot through the jungle the whole time. "What do you say we speed this up?" Berstunic nodded and flew down, fading away into Damon's shadow. He then took off, running ahead with all his speed.

He finally came to rest again, lying back on the grass as Berstunic flew up from his shadow. 'We should slow down.' Damon turned to look, still catching his breath. "Sure. Whatever. We're really close now anyway. Nobody's desperate to see me, so I guess you have a point." He swung an arm out, flinging a kunai that dug into the trunk of a tree. But as soon as it hit, it was gone in a wave of wind, leaving a hole in the tree. "...almost."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Almost what?" Came the familiar voice, crisp as the autumn air and yet still silent and smooth like a spring zephyr, a smile creased over her pink lips as she looked over Damon silently, there was a pleasant mood about her as she dropped down from her perch on a tree branch, the slightest crunching of plant life underfoot. Eithne actually seemed rather pleased that Damon was back, though most of the time Eithne being any reminiscent emotion of happy meant something relatively bad for those around her. She didn't carry Aurora with her, rather much a first since her coming here to Twilight Moon as far as anyone knew. "Not meaning to pry... but where were you off to?" she asked, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back into place in front of her face only moments later... irritating. She leaned against the tree trunk and inspected Damon from a distance, "Training perhaps? Or maybe a pilgrimmage?" she guessed. How Eithne had come to appear here was a rather obvious question and one could assume that it would likely have a rather perplexing answer of sorts, so it was suggested that one not even bother asking.

[Creator]

Damon grinned, taking off his mask and looking over at her. He nudged his headband up as he spoke, lifting a bit of hair away from his eyes. "I was wondering when you'd drop in. And I almost have air knives down. Still a bit rough around the edges, though." He stood, raising an eyebrow. "So we're back on telepathic terms? And I thought we were past that, Eithne." He laughed audibly and walked over to the tree next to hers. "I guess it was a little of both. I got called out by my dad to help with a bit of trouble back home, and ended up going on a journey of self-discovery, which was, in other words, a boring and lonely walk to the top of a mountain. I guess I did learn a lot, though. I learned a trick or two from my dad, and that's about it."

He paused, then looked over at her. "So how've you been? Anything interesting happen around here lately?" Berstunic came zooming down from a tree branch rather distractingly, piercing a rabbit in the back with his straightened body, like a knife. He then pulled himself out and dragged the rabbit off courteously to eat away from prying eyes. Damon blinked and looked back to Eithne.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Not so much of anything interesting, not even really anything majorly significant either." Eithne seemed to be telling the truth from the slight variation of tone in her voice, she never really showed too much emotion but she always conveyed whatever point she needed to and right now you could tell things had been rather boring lately. One thing that was vaguely noticeable was that at the current moment she wore the ring she had been given for Christmas, the small band wrapping delicately around her small finger. She looked over towards where Berstunic stalked off with his latest kill, "Did he manage to benefit at all as well from your journey?" she asked, her fangs were extended a little in a natural reaction to the blood in the air, Eithne'd actually put off feeding for quite a while, she never really fealt hungry so she figured why bother, even though she was probably putting herself at risk of attacking someone. She had good controll though, even if she'd reached the state of being rather pale and her veins becoming a bit more visible than normal under her skin. "And it's woderful and all that you've learned 'a few new tricks' but couldn't you have really just done that here...?" she asked, nobody ever became so favored as to be completely off telepathic terms and actually it might not have been at all easy to tell, though certainly possible with some thought, this was rather much Eithne's version of simply sulking, showing she was rather displeased with Damon's absense for so long. There were few people here she really trusted at all and when one of them left it affected Eithne enough to show that yes- she did have a soul and thank you for noticing. (Because I don't know why... but I think there's one or two people around TMA who claim she has no soul) She looked away from Damon, her eyes scanning over the forest, "Or were they 'tricks' that you had to go back and learn, things that probably only your father could have taught you?" she queried casually. Every action she made seemed almost humorous once realized that she was angry at Damon for leaving, as if he might have had to ask permission before doing anything or something of the sort, some people might find it endearing, some might find it touching that she actually cared enough to be angry, and a select group of people would think she was just controlling and selfish, along with naturally angry at anyone for any reason. The last one might have been the most accurate but hey- I just created her and controll her very existance, what am I to say what she's like and judge her character? Pfffft!