Witches and Demons

Vos sat on a branch, his pencil writing into his book, or more accurately drawing. He'd been mapping out the forest as he explored, making notes on the location of water sources and other important things. His enchanted book had infinite space, so there was no fear of running out.

Tilting his head he'd sniff the air, a new scent, human he believed. Standing he'd whisper to the book and it'd switch to a different volume, one that he used to record info the people he met. Then he was off moving from tree to tree, shadow to shadow, the silent shadow demon moving quickly.

As he neared the source of the scent he'd drop from the trees and start to walk. He'd adjust his mask and cloak, he knew he looked odd by the standards the people here held. Though he'd found that people preferred him with the mask on.

Finally he'd find the source of the scent. He'd tilt his head curiously as he spotted the girl, a few years younger than him, assuming she wasn't actually ancient. "Ah hello there," he'd say with a nod, "apologies if I'm interrupting anything, was out for a run." She was different looking, not unpleasant by any means though, "I don't often seen many people in this section of the woods."

"Ah yes, not many people come this far in," he'd look down at the cat, looking over the small animal briefly, his eyes returning to the girl. "I've only seen a few people wander in...usually they're lost," he'd helped guide a few back out, saved one child from a pack of wolves.

He'd adjust his mask, making sure it did not slip, didn't want to startle her with his scars. "I've taken up residence here some....two weeks ago or so," his nose would twitch as it continued to pick up scents. "It's a fine enough to place," far better than the shadow wastes of his home hell.

"You are of the city yes?" he'd ask, having taken an interest in the city that was the center of his new home, "maybe of the academy?" The he realized he'd forgotten something, "people have told me of both, they sound strange, but also good," one of his fingers would tap on the cover of his book.

"Is it?" he'd ask tilting his head and chuckling a little, "the forest offers shelter, food, about everything one needs to live if you know what you're looking for." Taking a knee he'd offer the cat one of his hands to sniff, then gently petting the small animal.

"You see a good number of interesting things here," he'd continue, "fascinating creatures, and people too when they wander." He'd look back up at her, "I record all I see in my infini-book, that way nothing is truly forgotten."

He'd chuckle, "hiding? No, the city is just strange, I came from a place of shacks and makeshift homes. I only ever saw towers from a distance." Vos would glance at the city, "and they weren't the shinning towers you have, no they were dark towers, made of shadow."

Vos would chuckle lightly at the cat's reaction, they seemed like an odd but friendly creature. He'd continue to give it gentle pets, his odd hand running over its back as he spoke to its master.

"Oh another realm...or plane, whichever term you prefer," he'd adjust his mask and cloak, to ensure they blocked the snow and wind as best as they could. "One of the hells, though from what I've heard it's not one well known among the residents of this world."

He'd tilt his head thoughtfully as they spoke. "I've seen a good number of realms while traveling, afterlifes and such, a few eldritch related places," odd realms, ones that were dangerous, "eventually I found my way here," and so far he intended to stay, a neutral location like this was rare.

"I do actually," standing he'd reach into his cloak, from a pocket he'd pull a book, it wasn't to big. Bringing the book his mouth he'd say, "logs," to it and it'd shift, the title of the book changing as it shifted into a different volume.

"Ah yes here we are," he'd start to flip through the book, reading off a few of the realms he'd visited, hells, limbo, purgatory, eldritch realms. "Traveling between realms can be difficult, but there are doors if you know where to look."

Vos would tilt his head looking at the witch girl curiously, "just realized we'd entered a conversation without giving names." He'd chuckle a little, "I'm Vos," the shadow demon introduced himself.