<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br/>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br/>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bell fought against the urge to turn around and throw her axe at Suichin. One feet followed another though, she kept on, pacing, walking, distancing herself from the unknown demon hunter. She thought deeply to try and remember his name. 'Beraias.' The pronunciation in her mind wasn't right, but she rarely let a face slip out of her memory. If she ever came upon him again, she would remember him without a moments loss.<br/><br/>She found another tree nearly two hundred yards from the camp that Suichin had prepared. She was south west of him, still outside of the tower camp, but clearly away from the man with the bird on his shoulder. This target was about the same width has the one that suichin had chased her from. But this one would be a hassle to fell. It seemed like in every direction, there were other trees to catch it, and keep it from touching earth. She would have to strike it from the north, and hope that it descended hard enough to tear through the weak support on that side. The chopping started almost instantly.<br/><br/>the echoes of her blade traveled far. The packing sound of broken lumber, distanced, like that of impacting bones. She kept at it for a long time. Wraps around her fingers, and the width of her palm hardly helped. She started to blister and sweat. The wind was weak, she cursed her luck. After one hundred strokes, she started to get nervous. The sun seemed to disappear behind the horizon, but it was too early, and Bell knew that. It was a thick rain cloud. The rain had not fallen on her, but the light of the sun was blocked, and she could barely see where her blade was supposed to land.<br/><br/>A grunt came out from behind her.<br/><br/>She froze, tightening the grip on her axe. Besides the axe, Bell, as always, had a bag of tricks on her hip. She offered a general greeting to test her company without facing it. "Welcome to the Surface." No response came back to her. She could hear her visitor strafing along the forest floor. Sticks broke, dirt resettled, the creature was breathing. It sounded like a vampire, and that scared the shit out of her, she didn't have a stake or a holy symbol to protect herself. The Axe would likely end up being a weapon against her. Bell turned around to see something that was shaped like a spider.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened with fascination, and her ears started to ring under the focus of it's challenging screech. It had four legs, and no visible arms. There were two sections on it's body, but the head was unignorably sentient. Two eyes, one nose, a mouth, several teeth, horns.<br/><br/>'I hope a big bone grinding demon finds you, the sound of an axe usually draws them in' Bell cursed at herself. "I wish it was a fucking vampire." She said to herself, very nearly about to cry in fear. Hair poured off of it's body as thickly as a secretion. the smell was vile, Bell caught a strong whiff of it the moment her ears stopped ringing, and then, burning the chambers of her sinus', her ears started to ring again.<br/><br/>It was a Finadar demon. she didn't know the name, and she'd never heard of this breed before. As it begun it's approach she calmed herself, it was slow. It could balance itself on any of it's three legs without much trouble, but it moved forward without much efficiency. Bell readied herself, and pulled the axe around her body, leaping toward the beast and aiming for it's leg. The Finadar could not avoid the blow, but it's skin did not break under the trauma. The creature tipped to it's side, but it caught itself. Bell pulled away, afraid of what it could be capable of doing.<br/><br/>Her hands stung from the contact. It felt as if she had struck metal. Bell inspected the demon as it rebalanced itself. The Finadar turned around and stood strangely on it's four legs, as if it was about to fall inentionally backwards. However, as Bell waited to see this demon show it's back to her. The fear that had swallowed her before shuttered in horror. She screamed loudly and dropped the axe. The creature's neck seemed to be made of putty, and the face followed Bell's shape as the body turned around. This demon had four arms on it's back. Bell had panicked because it had started to smile.<br/><br/>The demon gained speed like this, and it's four legs acted like only two. No longer shaped like a spider, it looked like a bloated dead body, black, and pussing. The penis, erect, on the center of it's back in the center of it's four arms was enormous, and releasing a discharge of creamy yellow mud. This Finadar charged Bell and without her axe she had nothing to protect herself. She reached for her the sack on her hip to withdraw a bomb, but it was starting to rain and lighting the fuse would be impossible. She ran as hard as she could back to the Tower Camp, screaming, without shame. "Help!" The pursuit didn't last long. Bell hadn't even pulled a bomb free from her satchel. The Finadar had captured her. And one strong blow to her head knocked her unconscious.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The shadowed cloud passed over Suichin's camp, and a vile smell wofted through his tent. the rain was starting to fall, and it smelled like hell had decided to pass by.<br/><br/>The Finadar demon was back on four legs, walking slowly with Bell on it's back. Upon seizing her, the creature ripped all of her clothing off, and persisted to keep her captive. Curled around it's disgusting phallus, the sure flow of ejaculate oozed all over her unconscious body, but it spent no time ravaging her yet. Containing her with all four of it's arms, it seemed to be toting her like luggage, or a new toy, back to whatever place it called home. the snarling sound of it's loose vocal chords emptied into the surrounding timber. the creature seemed to be laughing, very happy with it's new prize.