Landing amongst Foreign Frontiers [Halluc]

Likely Meara's greatest weakness and sign of her inexperience beyond the simple teachings of her mom was the faun's lack of awareness for the world around her, the lesson to focus in on life energy was one there had been an effort to teach her but the half demon had never quite honed in on it. It was moments like this, in the wide open wilderness of a world she was all too unfamiliar with that this potential weakness truly reared its head, as she continued to walk along the alien landscape of Konats, still enthralled by the new world around her.



Then the echo shattered the quiet curiosity of the faun, completely shifting the tone of her surroundings. All sound seemed to stop in that moment short of that ear piercing sound and the half demon would recoil at the sound of it. It was unlike anything she had heard before and it made her skin crawl, in that moment she would try pull herself unto her staff to get a better view from above and look from the sky. But that was not to be as a sharp, unexpected pain shot through her side. Unlike anything she had felt before, being one to usually avoid such situations it would take a moment for the faun to rise to her feet and get a look around, but all was needed was a quick scan of her surroundings to witness the pulsating pink energy that resonated from... whatever that entity was, almost emaciated in appearance, it was like some creature from the books she read as a child.



"I don't know who or what you are...", Meara's voice sunk in, a more malicious tone than she had used in a long time as her eyes turned on her quarry. "But there is no way I'm letting you off with a warning for something so unprovoked." Atop her staff, Meara launched herself at the emaciated creature with a speed even she was surprised by. With a careful precision, the young witch would begin to shift the threads of magic about herself, a light pulsating from the gems on her staff and a sigil of dark green, almost black energy formed in the air before her.



Jumping off her staff as it rocketed towards her attacker, she would follow it with a the finalized spell. "Let Abbadon's maggots feast.", Meara spoke with a confidence as the sigil shattered, launching a torrent of writhing, white worms towards the creature, their teeth gnashing and bodies twitching in anticipation.

For the briefest of, moments Meara was almost certain her small assault would do enough to get this creature to back down, enough that she could move on and not have to worry about it any longer. Unfortunately, this was not the case as an oncoming wave of pink energy erupted forth from the creature as it seemed what she had thrown at it was little more than a glancing blow. The oncoming current of energy gave the young witch little to no time to lament the outcome of the prior moment, she could feel the skin all over her body begin to creep inwards almost, an anticipation.



In that frantic moment Meara would call to her staff, the ashen length flying towards her in the seconds or less that she had to move. Grabbing the end of it as it flew by the young faun commanded it into the sky for her timing to barely be off as the energy consumed herself and the area around her. Almost blown from her purchase on the staff, Meara continued to pull herself atop it, her breath shallowed some as she wracked her mind for a solution... what was there that she could do?



The last onslaught had left her winded and she had no options, taking to the sky a few meters up the witch would begin to focus on the ley lines and attempt to draw power. With any luck she could muster what she would need before things became far too dire. "Demonic energy?", she would ask herself, she was certain she was no demon so what was this so called majin jabbering on about? It was a question she yet did not have the answer for.

Meara's eyes narrowed as the so called majin continued to prattle on, talking nonsense about some dark and demonic power. Not once since stepping on the planet had the faun felt even a hint of such an energy... unless what the creature was speaking of was something she did not have the training to grasp. Regardless the constant insistence on consumption and the so called demonic energy she had to do what she could to keep from whatever this had on its mind from coming true. Even at her fastest she could not completely evade the full force of its follow up attack, this time the force knocking her off the staff and plummeting to the ground below. Feeling the energy slowly coalesce within herself, she still had to bide her time and find the right moment to retaliate.



As she fell, Meara thought on the events to this point. What was it that this majin was talking about? She was taught that their magic came from the planet, not some demonic influence or force, was there more to it than she had been told in the past by her mother and those formerly about the village?

"Is it all worth holding back so much Meara? You can't put on such a false face and tell me you don't remember any of what you were told so long ago.", a voice all too distinct from Meara's own slipped from the faun's lips in those brief moments as she plummeted to the ground, her mind still ever so clouded by the confusion this being had put in her mind. "But if you are going to keep running then I suppose it's time I cleaned up for you... again.", a hint of sadistic glee in this foreign voice as it mused over the situation. "At least this time she won't be there to stop me prematurely."


The crystals of Meara's now plummeting staff would erupt with a dark lightning as their once emerald green would shift to a hazy purple, the ashen rod falling to the extended hand of the faun before the same magic erupted around her, her hair dulling to a stark almost white hue and her cloven hooves taking a crimson colour to them. "If you want it so bad, come get it.", the voice emanating from Meara taunted once more before the final shockwave of dark magic erupted from around the young witch. Her cold gaze would level on the majin and her eyes narrow into thin slits.



Lifting one hand she would point to Halluc in command to the staff which once more would rocket towards the majin with a supernatural velocity. As the staff honed in on its target the faun would trace a familiar sigil once more into the air, the shape and size growing with each character drawn into the seal until she closed it. "Perhaps this time her puny magic won't hold back what Abaddon can boon.", as she spoke once more the writhing masses of alabaster skin and gnashing teeth launched from the cracking seal, a foreign magic beckoning them forth from places unknown.



Meara would watch with anticipation, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she awaited contact. "I do hope this body holds up only a moment longer, I never get to have any fun."

To say disappointment crossed Meara's face as the results of this onslaught failed to bear fruit was an understatement, the faun's eyes narrowed nearly to slits as she glared at the Majin entity before her. Perhaps her assessment of the body's state and magic were more accurate than she had initially assumed. "At this rate I won't get to have any fun.", the sinister voice that had subsumed Meara's own lamented as she looked down at herself, all the while the creature that called itself Halluc was seamlessly recovering from the curse she twice now had attempted to force upon the creature.



Once more, almost as if the Majin felt no other tool was necessary, it pulled itself into the now all too familiar pose and begin to focus its energy. Perhaps from apathy or from confidence Meara chose to make her way towards the creature rather than move in effort to evade the blast once more. "Don't you get tired of the same trick over and over again?", Meara mused thoughtfully, her tone condescending as she continued her approach. Although, for a moment the witch tilted her head to the side and replied to herself, "I suppose I cannot speak on that... the limited abilities of Meara haven't left me with many other options either, have they?"


As the pink blast once more made its way towards the young faun she continued to walk, buffeting against it as she made her way towards her opponent with intent in her eyes.