at the pond

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[mature warning]

Tremor approached the pond with fast steps. She didn't like it to be slow, leisurely walks where not her thing... a waste of time.

The water splashed aside as her hooves touched the surface...

... she didn't notice the dark figure sitting in the shadow of one of the willows as she bent down to have a drink of fresh, cool water.

The chuckle, that followed afterwards eventually let her perk her ears. Slowly she rose her head...

Haven't she heard that chuckle before...?

Water dripped down from the jaws attatched to her face, the sound of the falling drops mixed with the sound of approaching steps.

The white doe slowly turned her head...
... her eyes widened as she finally noticed the shadow.

"Hello, my precious, pretty witch, have you mi...." the rest of the devil's sentence ended in an inarticulate, gargling noise. Typhus didn't even notice the movement of the long, slick bonetail that was now wrapped around his throat, forcing him to bow down if he didn't want to risk a broken neck.
Allthough the tight grip of the doe let him literally breathless the wide grin on his face was still there...
... finally he had found her... that bitch...

"You pathetic phlegm of hell what are you doing here?!"
This was merely a rethorical question.
She knew the answer.
And the devil knew that she knew...

He started to laugh.... or... at least to produce a noise that was similar to laughter... the only thing that the tight grip around his throat allowed him to do.

The doe narrowed her eyes once more... tightened her grip a little more...
... she knew it was impossible to suffocate the devil... he propably even liked what she was doing there... but... it was at least worth a try.

The gargling noises died, but the grin on the devil's face widened a little more...
... then all of the sudden bright red flames flickered around the stags body...

Tremor knew this kind of fire... but she was still surprised...
... immediataly she let go of the devil's throat, backed off several steps...

Her eyes widened as she now looked down on the figure, kneeling in the water.
That was no deer body anymore...

Typhus laughed, rubbed his throat with his hands.
"Didn't know you.... you missed that much" he chuckled again, got up on his feet. His long, pointy tails swung over the surface of the pond.

The white doe simply stared at him... he couldn't read her piercing eyes...
... hate was in there... fear as well...?
Hm... he couldn't see it. A pity...

The devil's lips curled up in a smile again, he made a step forward. "We go now..."
The bony tail cut through the water in front of him, like a whip...
... he stopped again...

Tremor started to laugh.
He could see the wide grin behind her mask in her eyes...
"You foolisch little demon..."
"DEVIL!"
She laughed again... she loved it how it bothers him to be announced as 'demon'...

"I played your little game, my darling and you lost ... why don't you just give up... and bother someone else hm?" Slowly she stepped out of the water... holding her head up in pride.

The devil followed her...
"Hmhmhm... have to admit... you tricked me a little, my pretty.... but the game... the game isn't over yet. Hell never loses, your soul belongs to us.... my pretty... and I will get it now..."

The doe walked on, not caring about the devil's ramble.

Typhus sighed. "See, my pretty... I still care for you... after all... not all of my sweet words where just for your soul's sake... I was also... impressed by your beauty, your graze... your strenght... a pity that it all had to end like this... I could really have imagined..."

"Shut it, Typhus."
The devil smiled silently.
"Too bad... I thought we could have ended this in peace..."

All of the sudden the devil jumped forward, his claws digging into the does neck, digging deep into her skin, not aiming for flesh or bones, but for a something much more precious...

... at the same time the doe started to scream in pain... he felt pain as well...
Aburning, incredible pain on his hands, this pain, and the surprise feeling it, let him scream as well...
... immediately he let go off her again, fell over to the ground, staring at her in disbelief.

The doe went down as well, but she laughed. Bright red blood ran down her neck, staining the white fur...
She glanced over to the still speechless devil.
"Oh.. see, the charmin demon lost his silver tongue? Ha ha! You fool! Why do you think I vanished from your eyes, why do you think your slavering old morons in limbo had no idea where to find me? This is the power you gave me, and in this realm it makes me untouchable for you!" she started to laugh again, triumphal, manic.

The devil looked at his hands, first in disbelief, then with anger.
"Nonsense! No one can escape us.... no one can escape me there is more than one way to get your soul witch..."

The doe had calmed down again, her eyes narrowed as she watched the devil getting on his feet again, sadly, he was right. But... still it would be hard enough for him...
... with a quick movement of her tail she drew a circle in the ground around her... another movement filled it with a certain smbol... and a certain word... let her vanish from this place...
... leaving the infuriated devil alone...

Typhus started to scream, to growl... enraged he started to stomp on the circle left in the dirt... his steps leaving burnded grass and ash behind...

Finally the devil stepped back again, the air around him shimmering from the heat of his rage.

He took a deeb breath.

"Fine."

Again his body got covered in flames, changeing him back into his animal-appereance to fit this place again.

"Fine." he stated once more, before he turned around.

"Then let's play again, bitch." he mumbled, while he left the area, the burned ground behind him still smoking.