"The Art Club"

-Keller-

Keller eyed Zara, confused. "Is something wrong?" she asked, walking forward along the rubbled path of the village. The attack of the spider-bitch had her on her guard, her ears perked and her wings tense with the opportunity of flight. She tightened her grip on her demonic sword, it's hilt pressing itself into her palm. The bond the weapon and she shared was real, and that only added onto her arrogance. She could take any puny mutant that crossed her path, and even other demons. It was rare for a Succubus to lose to a battle, unless it was that of a royal family. She quieted her own thoughts, flipping her blonde locks to give the cyclops another welcoming smile, awaiting her response.

-Fae-

Fae's anger flared. She pushed herself forward, in between Aluna and Cerberus. She poked at his chest with a rough, ivory finger; her eyes blazing. "Listen here, bub," the elf sneered, a scowl obvious on her face. "Don't call me toots, first of all. And that girl is absolutely none of your business, you creep." the red-head scoffed, planting her feet firmly in front of the man. She was cocky because of the power that was within her, and for the fact that she had such a powerful beast as a bestfriend; Yuri. The magic danced behind her amber eyes, almost a dare for the mutt to lay a hand on her. "Try being a bit more friendly, dog." Fae continued, her lip lifted in a disgusted snarl. The nerve of this man!

Yuri blinked her welcoming eyes at the nymph, her horn glistening in the sunlight as a faint outline of magical energy radiated from the tip of her priceless horn; covering Kari's wounds with what looked like fairy-dust. Within seconds, the scratches and dark bruises began to fade. She nudged him forward, her wings flapping playfully. She wanted him to realize his wounds were fixing themselves; and she needed to turn her attention to her feisty rider. Though she stayed close to Kari, her head swung and glared at Cerberus, her nostrils flaring.


-Valentine-

Val straightened up, unable to take his eyes off of the woman before him. "You're not wrong," he admitted, scratching at the back of his head. "You wouldn't want to stick around the mess I was seeing." Valentine said, turning to look in the direction of the spring. "There's an odd group scuffling down there," the human laughed, his violet eyes brilliant in the sunlight, his ivory skin almost too pale. Just behind his ear, on the skin of his neck, was a tattoo of a serpent; evidence of his previous owner, the Draco Prince. He shrugged, turning back to the siren. "What is someone as beautiful as you traveling alone for?" He tipped his head to the side, unable to hide the sensual grin on his face.


-Artemis-

Artemis stepped closer to the unicorn and nymph, her eyes unwavering as she studied the frosty coat of the mare. She forced herself to look at Cerberus, her arm still raised as a perch for her hawk; Arrow. The white hawk let loose another screech, ruffling his feathers with the ache of battle. The two were much more accustomed to seeing, then attacking. Yet, she could not bring herself to attack the few beings here. They were all too out of place, and none seemed to have true darkness in their eyes. Despite her guard softening, the wood-elf's eyes were hard on the mutt; a silent dare among the females to touch the one they called Aluna.