Where would a creepy person obsessed with violence be- Probably nothing like a normal town or anything lol, probably near some people but a ruralish area? Like a vacation place maybe, perhaps in a colder biome

Yeah- also stupid computer isnt charging again my charger loves to break)) Isfrid had decided to take a vacation, a break from the overcrowded cities and towns. She decided to go in a semi-modern cabin, which was basically a log cabin in the woods, but with needs such as basic electricity, fridge, and all that. She had also brought food with her, so she didn't really need anything. It was a time for her to relax for once, and to leave Abi with Sylvie. Maybe Isfrid just didn't want to deal with a drunk as hell dragon for once- either way, she watched the snow fall outside, pretty satisfied. She was used to colder areas- her entire childhood was in a Siberian tundra.

Isfrid is in her entirety a"smegsual" on that note)) Isfrid was messing in her bookbag, shoving through things to organize them. She opened her notebook, spotted what she had drawn earlier, and laughed. "Oh, I'm so continuing this series for those two. They both are going to want to kill me after this, but lose a bet and this is what happens-" She shoved it on a shelf. She opened her bag, examining this weird blue orb, resembling a pupil-less eye, placing it on the table. She moved to hang her now-empty bag up

Isfrid hung her bag up in an easily-accessible place. Her movements were smooth and as if they were planned, but she also had a small jitter in them from time to time. She moved to walk in front of the pantry, going to check the kitchen sink out

She checked the sink out, turning it on. "God, couldn't they have at least a little bit of water pressure?" She muttered to herself. At least the microwave worked, and she knew this place had advertised instant ramen. She moved to the pantry to open it.

The moment she opened the pantry, she paused as if she heard something. She peered in the open door, and if he had a view of her eyes, he would be able to see her pupils seem to shift shape for a second before it returned to normal. Isfrid was not known for not being cautious- she could have sworn she heard something move that wasn't her. Was there rats in the pantry? If so, she wasn't going to be happy

Isfrid stayed for an extra moment before grabbing a box of ramen and backing away from the pantry, shutting the door most of the way. She was a bit suspicious of it, but also wanted to try making ramen. She'd never done it before and Sylvie LOVED to bother her about it

Isfrid had completely prepared her ramen after rereading the instructions a few times, and just put it in the fridge. She was a bit more secretive around the fridge than normal, but she wasn't hungry. She decided to relax on the couch for a little bit- it had been a while since she just sat down and took a break

Isfrid probably wouldn't get up unless she was disturbed or heard something. She was casually watching the nature outdoors and the snow fall, silently making a challenge to count the snowflakes that she saw

Isfrid was still looking out the window, but was going to get up soon to make sur her legs didn't fall asleep. She frowned to herself though- she couldn't put her finger on it but something felt. Off. A bit of her deep-seated paranoia ran through her, and she shook her head to clear it off

Isfrid stood up. She shuffled a bit, clearing the numb feeling in her legs. She moved to grab her drawing pad, which was behind her, allowing her to turn around to get a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision. She froze for a moment in confusion, taking a double take

"What the-" Isfrid stared at him. "What the hell? Who are you?" This house didn't come with a creepy person to stare at her, right?

"Then. Why are you here- were you in the damn pantry?"

"I'd admit you are pretty good at hiding, but damn, the one time I want to relax?" Despite her casual conversation, it was clear that Isfrid was tense. Her knees were slightly bent, almost slightly crouched, and her shoulders were raised. She almost looked like a cornered animal

"You don't really sound sorry, but I'll accept your apology if you leave the house and give me time to lock and barricade every door and window"

"I think you being outside and possibly scaring the damn daylights out of me every time I look out the window is enough fun." Isfrid glared at him and took a step backwards, retreating to the stairwell to the second floor of the cabin. She didn't feel safe at all, and wanted to get away

"That is absolutely horrifying and an invasion of my privacy, but I'll take the invitation to lock stuff down"

Isfrid stared blankly at him as he left. "How the f--k does he know my name- aw, f--k it." she muttered to herself. She started to move furniture over to block all the entrances she could manage to reach, struggling quite hard to reach some areas due to her height. The only really unblocked entrance was on the top side of the house, an area overlooking the living room, and was a small window. After doing all of that, she moved to grab the orb.

Isfrid seemed to be using the orb as a phone. "Hello, Abi? Yeah, may have to cut the break short. Bit busy, you got the school bus suffocating you with... weed gas? You don't even have lungs! I- yeah, got my own situation. Know I can handle it but I really hate the shift, you know I do. Yeah, I'll keep alive, just really hope this dude is just a creep and not a murderer, I'm really not in the mood to do the thing since, you know. Alright, stay safe, don't get drunk from Sylvie. Adios" She hung up

Isfrid ate her own food from the fridge, in the meantime, grumbling about having to repack all the stuff she had set out earlier so she could leave without forgetting anything.

Isfrid was not at all trusting of that. She put down what she was packing, and approached a window to try and look through.

"You really are dead serious about this, aren't you?" Isfrid muttered under her breath. "Look, there's some other people a few half-miles away. Go play with them or something"

"Oh for f--ks sake" She muttered to herself, before writing the message on the frost on the window. She had to struggle cause she was writing backwards so he could understand when looking through lmao

Isfrid was. Well, quite confused. Was this an opportunity for her to leave- she managed to fit everything she had brought with her in her backpack. It may have had a few extra spacial abnormalities than normal, then she slipped out, her footprints padding the snow as she casually started to sneak away from the general area. Isfrid, surprisingly, had walked the entire way here through the woods over a hike, and was going to take the same way back

Isfrid was clearly used to walking in the snow, knowing where to put her foot and where not, traction, and of course, the dangers of random things hidden by the snow. She had to be pretty careful in the woods since there were random buried tree roots and rocks, and even had to pause for a little bit, realizing that there was a snowed-over pond. She took a few steps back so she wouldn't step on the ice- it was likely thick enough to withstand her tiny form, but she did not want to go ice skating.

Isfrid paused for a bit after watching the sun slowly set. Quite frankly, she could keep walking into the dead of the night, but really didn't want to. She assumed that she had put enough distance between herself and her cabin and stopped, scraping away snow with her shoe to make a better place for her to sit down

She wasn't facing him, rummaging through her bag. She pulled some small bit of food out, with a faint smell of blood. She tilted her head back and seemed to pop the entire thing in her mouth with a loud crunch, sliding it below the scarf that she always wore. She never seemed to take it off, and good luck if she ever wanted to- it seemed to be tied quite tightly

She ate another small bit of whatever the bloody food was before sighing and closing her bag. She investigated her hands quietly, tilting and reobserving them in the moonlight. Isfrid was questioning something about herself, though, it seemed as if she was just bored. She did have faint hunger pangs, but threw them aside for now. She wasn't in the mood, leaning back against a tree as a backrest.

Isfrid lowered her head quietly. Her hair almost seemed to move to cover parts of her face, revealing the more obvious fact that her ears were little dragon ears, the only non-human part visible of her. They had drooped down quite a bit though, Isfrid was pretty clearly just tired, and almost seemed to be in a meditation-like trance.

One of Isfrid's ears flicked a small amount, as if detecting the close presence, but it drooped back down again. Isfrid had quite frankly just powered off after all she had done- she had walked the entire distance to the cabin just to pack it up and walk back.

The hair on Isfrid's neck stood up, and she fell sideways, waking up quite fast for someone who seemed to be asleep. She tumbled on the ground- being that close to her face just instantly triggered her to wake up and activate some sort of sixth sense fight-or-flight response. She was clearly still tired, rubbing her eyes and blinking quietly.

"What the royal ever living-" Isfrid swapped languages for a second, cursing for quite a while. "The. I told you to leave me alone. This is weird, and no I'm not attracted to you, can you leave me alone? The hell do you even want anyways?"

She gave him a blank stare. "Did you just say something about committing murder? For. Fun?"

She wasn't going to ask him with what he was going to try to kill her with, only shifting her position so she'd be ready to stand up. "God damn it, dude. I made a bet. Seriously, I can't lose the bet because the spider will mess with my hair again- go screw some other powerful human over or whatever" Isfrid most definitely did not want to initiate combat- she'd only actively respond once she'd actually suffered a serious injury. She took her bets with Mercrei quite strongly, considering that was the main part of their friendship and deals. Also cause the spider would tease her endlessly with it until Isfrid bullied her (in a friendly way) back.

"...you are a masochist aren't you? Also, I don't carry weapons on damn hand, I'm not that one of my friends"

(Isfrid quite frankly doesn't respond aggressively unless she's in actual life danger. Also, she has a massive hate of axes, especially iron ones, by the way for more detail- it's what almost killed her twice in an assassination plus a war If you ever attack her with an axe, she will fight back pretty damn hard)) Isfrid rolled her eyes and pulled a snow mitten out of her backpack, slapping him across the face with it. Besides the fact that- it was being a slap- it didn't hurt all too bad. "I literally. Carry winter attire. What else do you want me to do"

Isfrid absentmindedly raised her left hand to touch the large scar that crossed down the left side of her face, over her left eye. "I went to prison, joined a gang, broke out of prison, nearly got assassinated to someone I gave food to, fought in a war, almost got killed, and chased across half the damn ocean before I went to college. I like to be left the hell alone" She seemed very bitter, though thought to herself 'unless it involves my besties, love helping them out'

Isfrid raised an eyebrow. She didn't say anything, but honestly. She was quite a lot more fine with violence happening as long as it didn't involve her or those close for her. Though, the fact he may stab himself in such a vital place mystified her There was no way he was just going to kill himself, right? There had to be some catch

Isfrid was quite frankly both shocked and impressed at the same time. The strong scent of blood filled the air around both of them. A low growl seemed to emanate from Isfrid at the same time as she muttered a few words, almost as if they were separate. "God damn, you got a problem. Jeez-" She shifted to not stare directly at him. She was pretty clearly creeped out by the fact someone would do that to themselves more than the wound itself.

Isfrid stared silently at the fact that he regenerated himself. "That knife is the only weapon you have... Right? Are you even human?" She didn't even know what this psychopath would have on him, but she really didn't want to deal with him if he was armed with. Specific weapons. She started to back away from him, hoping he was too distracted by the question and himself to focus his attention on her. And the fact that despite the fact she seemed to be trying to calm herself with a breathing technique, she wasn't breathing. At all. She didn't want to smell blood

Also how tall is he compared to Isfrid's five-foot short freaking self?)

"...As long as you leave me alone and don't come after me again, you know what? I'm happy with this, go torture yourself if it pleases you." Isfrid was slowly backing out of there. She was quite glad she didn't have to take any injury, as it seemed that maybe he wanted her to initiate the fight? Isfrid didn't start fights most of the time. Unless she was carrying out Azy's orders, the person threatened her friends- which for the most part was impossible because none of the ones she knew currently were human and easily accessible, or if they swung at her with an axe. Hah, she hated axes, and could barely tolerate lumberjacks as is

(Isfrid is SO short compared to her friend group- hell I think the second shortest one is Abi or Prachal, Abi the snake TM, or Prachal the bird person whom I don't have art for. But he's a birb.))

(Also Isfrid may or may not maul a wild animal to calm herself down once she thinks she's a safe distance from him if you want to continue a bit of drama if he gets armed))

Go ahead- he definitely creeped Isfrid out quite a bit.)) Isfrid backed away further before not-so-casually bolting away. For someone in winter clothing and short legs (haha Isfrid short), she was fast.

Lmao- I have one that's been going for a looooot of comments right now- he honestly should be pretty glad he didn't piss Isfrid off. Gal aint human either, and not sure how far his regenerative abilities would carry))

Ooh- also do you have any characters that would manage to actually aggravate Isfrid to fight back in an rp?))