Witchy winced slightly as the child dug it's hands harder into her flesh. " Have a guess you stupid child! You randomly attacked a witch and there for she'll need to do self-defence! " she growled.

Darius blinked and relaxed his grip slightly, his heavy, long coat still pressed against her. He laughed, high pitched and devoid of any real joy. "Attack you? I din't attack you, if I attacked you, you'd be much worse now. I hugged you, you're too tall for me and I couldn't reach you before." His voice was sounding increasingly strange, as he reconsidered his current shape. Maybe not what he wanted after all, he needed something more fit for hunting.

Suddenly letting go of her, he jumped backwards and his body began to change. Growing taller, white hair longer and darkening to a deep red. His tail became scaly and spiked, legs growing longer and feet transforming into something much more fit for running, than grappling. Four long tendrils and a set of blood coloured wings now extended from his back, as he poured more energy into his transformation. Then finally it was done, clothes still changed, but all in all, she was now looking at a tall and decidedly inhuman young man, regarding her with the same blood red eyes.

Witchy stared at him change before she got up and brushed her dress. " Hug? Why would you hug a stranger who's collecting dead things? " she asked, studying his new form. Shapeshifter perhaps? Hmm..could be interesting to study and learn more about... " Also...why would you hug a witch? "
Witchy was actully slightly surprised at what he said. No one had ever hugged her...and this child defently didn't make it seem like a hug...

With his new form, his expressions seemed to change character as well. It may well be acting on his part, but it was still clearly visible. "Why not? Are you scared someone touching you might make you dissolve? Should I have grown claws and dug them into your body instead?" he asked, his voice now having dropped considerably in pitch. "Besides, some might say a being like me is far worse than a witch," Darius grinned, somehow extending it from one ear to the other, sharp white teeth seemingly splitting his skull in half, before surprisingly elastic lips returned to their previous position.

To Darius there was little difference between a tackle and a hug, if he wasn't attacking, it was a hug, if he was, it was something else. This witch woman was amusing, she radiated all sots of different kinds of emotions and he found them to be quite tasty. It didn't nearly offset the shift he had just done of course, but he still had some reserves left and hopefully wouldn't have to do that again soon.

Witchy frowned at his joke. " No...I don't fear I'll dissolve but it's just a werid thing to do by anyone's standards... " she said flatly.She bent down and picked up her bag which she had dropped when he had ' hugged ' her.
Witchy looked inside her bag and saw all the decomposing things where still in there.

"Oh come on now, don't be like that. You'll ruin my night, you know. I'll keep thinking about you when I go hunting, such shame you know. You could even have fresh rats, " the shapeshifter switched gears quickly, emotions flowing over his face in quick succession, from frustration to to something close to begging, to being more upbeat to the point where she could almost see twitching ears emerge from his head or see him jump in excitement. In reality he wasn't doing any of those things, but instead displayed an odd fascination when he mentioned the word 'fresh' as if looking froward to killing them.

"Almost forgot, I'm Darius, nice to meet ya" The shapeshifter suddenly extended one hand towards her, a hand displaying two odd slits between his knuckles.

Witchy looked at his hand. She brought her's up and shook her hand with his. " I'm Witchy... " she said. " And I don't need fresh rats...these decomposing mice and such are for a potion that needs old, dead animals... " she looked at the two slits with a hint of curiousity. Why would anyone put slits on their knuckles? She started pulling her hand away from his.

( Witchy is to serious >:C )

Dante was currently submerged, seawater of course, freshwater wasn't that healthy for an octopus. His skin was currently wrinkled and greenish brown just like the rotting wood beside him, the outlines of his arms carefully disguised, the same applied to his eyes and the soft pouch now containing his organs. He was very large for an octopus, much bigger than any naturally occurring ones, although he wasn't anywhere near as big as his grandmother and his sisters too were probably larger than him now. They kept growing, girls were larger, stronger than males, but he was still venomous and certainly strong enough to wrestle a human into submission without any trouble, should he need to.



Elsewhere somebody was having a smoke. He didn't seem to care about the darkness or the fact that he was alone standing in front of the bar. The man wore a loose fitting coat made of grey wool, obscuring his figure, dark trousers and slightly worn leather shoes. His long, black hair was tied back behind his head and anywhere between wavy and curly. Only slightly taller than average, he appeared absorbed in watching the string of smoke rising from his cigarette.



Darius blinked, confused for only a fraction of a second, then he laughed. "That has got to be the most unoriginal name I have ever heard! Who the hell got you settled with that?"Still chucking he withdrew his hand as well, clearly noticing her distrust for his claw slits. He would need them for hunting, but for the time being, they would stay where they were, safely out of the way. Potions and dead things. Interesting.

"So what's that potion do? Are you brewing poisons or something?", he was striding around her, coming closer from the back, eyes transfixed on her form. He had changed gears again and her curves were raising a very different desire in him. She was just so fun, so... delicious, he had to have her. Had to feel her body against his. Should she stand still for long enough her would already try to press himself against her from behind and reach around with his arms...

Witchy twisted her head to look at him as he went behind her. He had no clue what he was up to...but she sure wasn't going to take her eyes off him. " I did...I discarded my true name and went for the first thing that came to my head...and where I come from...Witchy is one of our spell gods... " she said. She felt awkward about him looking at her from behind...what was going through Darius's head? She hoped he didn't plan on slicing her with whatever he grows next...if he even tried though...she'll blow up his face...
" And the dead stuff...to replace some things I used for a previous customer...strand guy who seened to be stalking a human girl... " she said.
A wind blew her black hair infront of her face, blocking sight of the shape-shifter for a while.

( What's going on o.0 )

Violet sighed. This was going to be hard without communication. All she wanted to say was 'hi' and her name. Was it really that hard?! It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. Whenever she tried to talk, only rarely useless syllables popped out of her mouth that didn't make sense.