Zeirne's lips twitched as he repressed the smirk that wanted to form at Latre's reaction to his nickname. He looked...confused, to say the least. Oblivious kid. But then, Zeirne's nickname wasn't exactly obvious, as he was referring not to a physical trait, but to the fact that he, for some reason, thought he was a wolf. And he was also a kid. A wolf pup, in that case, a wolf pups tended to be fluffy...

Something like that, anyway.

However, all hints of amusement left him again as his attention returned to the present situation, as the younger boy suddenly marched on over and began to speak. And it was an effort not to strike out at  the human whelp as he spoke, that familiar spark of anger and irritation returning, momentarily overwhelming the sense of dread. Yet, he made no move, simply glared up at the kid. Though anger was the dominant emotionâ€"and usually always the dominant emotion, for that matterâ€"the fear and sense of humiliation was still there, and that kept him motionless. Gods, this was so stupid...

Except...wait a minute...

A contract? Sign a contract?

And the winged kid mentioned paper...

Zeirne glanced over at Latre, and took extra pains to keep his expression neutral, though a spark of relief had swept through him. Was the kid serious? Strong or not, he was still obviously childishly naive, because in Zeirne's case, a written contract was only binding if it was written in a God or Goddess' name.

So, his Gods were still looking out for him, after all.

Only, then there was the issue of paper...of which he didn't carry on him.

Just his luck. But there was no way he was passing this opportunity up! Anything to keep him from swearing a binding oath...which was the only other option he had been presented with.

He thought fast. "Ah...no...no paper, but..." Paper, paper, paper...what could be used as paper? Argh! And a writing utensil...erg. Nothing but trees everyâ€"Ah! Bark! Turning slowly, he reached out toward the nearest tree behind him, and haphazardly ripped off a tattered strip of bark. "This works..." And...a writing utensil. Hmm...well, there was an easy fix for that, though he wasn't so sure the kids would like it too much, if they had weak stomachs.

Raising his hand, he slashed the tip of his left index finger open with sharp fangs, and watched as the blood began to bead out from the small wound. "And this."

Ohhh...so...did that mean Sougra could shift to his true form if he got wound up enough? His yellow eyes widened slightly, a mixture of thoughtfulness and enlightenment apparent in those amber orbs. That was good to know, though he could see how it could become annoying and troublesome, too. If he was out among humans, he certainly wouldn't want to freak everyone out by suddenly shifting into his wolf form because he was overly disappointed or scared or excited or something...

But, for now, he really wanted to get back into his true form. Only problem was...he wasn't feeling some really intense emotion right now.

You win some, you lose some, he reckoned.

Glancing back over at the duo, then back to Josef, he shifted slightly, curling his tail around his legs. Seemed that, for now, the argument had ceased, and now a silence was settling around them.

Which Sougra felt to be a bit awkward, even though he was glad it meant no more harsh words. That kinda language, the stuff that female was spouting, was always disconcerting to him.

Zeirne didn't answer Latre at first, though it was tempting to. Wolf. The kid was calling himself a wolf? Just a little odd...though, oddly, unsurprising. He had gotten extremely defensive when Zeirne had insulted wolves. Hell, it almost seemed like something had snapped in him...and now he seemed to be acting like a crazy, mangy canine.

But this time, Zeirne didn't express his thoughts out loud. By now, as the weight of the damage his resurrection had done settled in his mind, his desire to be rash, outspoken, and defiant had faded considerably, replaced by an odd, strong sense of...intimidation. And, despite himself, it showed when Latre took a step toward him, for Zeirne backed an equal distance away from him.

His eyes had fallen on the sharp blades of energy that had formed in Latre's hands, far, far different from the blunt energy that had struck him earlier.

Crap. Yet again.

Especially since Latre had mentioned, ah, not leaving things unfinished.

Zeirne quickly began considering his options. He could A.) attack or B.) flee. But neither of those options sounded good at the moment. If he attacked, usually the preferred option, he didn't have a great chance of suceeding in this state, because of the wonderful weakness that decidied to rear its ugly head. And if he fled...erg...that was just cowardly. And besides, the kid had those nice dagger...things. Any sudden movement he made, even to leave, might trigger an attack from the wolf-boy, and unless he had really planned out an escape routeâ€"which he hadn'tâ€"was really quick and fluid in that movement, and the kid didn't decide to hunt him down...that wouldn't really work.

There was one other option, of course...but Zeirne couldn't decide if that was really any better than the other options. And it was just as susceptable to failure. But...it was also an option that could, perhaps, preserve some of his pride without getting him killed.

"Then...why don't we finish it. Truce?" He grimaced even as he said it, and it was said quite grudgingly, reluctantly. But hell, what else was there to do!? Still, though crouched, he took pains to pull himself together and make sure he held himself in a manner that didn't express outright defeat: head up, gazing directly at Latre.
 
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 Paris glanced at Latre when he snarled, that didn't sound good. Was Latre about to bite Red Wings? That would be weird, to see a winged person bite another winged person. If they had beaks they could peck each other... that wouldn't be too weird.

He heard a shifting sound, but kept his eyes on Latre, not wanting to miss what he was going to do. Red Wings was scared of Latre, so Latre would be doing the most interesting thing. The things that began to circle around his hands certaintly were interesting... They looked sharp, like shards of glass. Was Latre going to prick Red Wings with the sharp things? Or were they there in case Red Wings decided he wasn't scared anymore?

When Red Wings began speaking Paris started, afterwards turning around to look at the other winged person. Truce...? That word seemed familiar. Paris nibbled his bottom lip and tried to think of why that word was familiar, and more importantly what it meant.

Gah, why did Red Wings have to use such a tricky word? Was he trying to confuse him? Paris scowled and began to tap his foot. He knew this word, it was right there and he just couldn't remember what it meant.
 
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 Latre stiffened in surprise and shifted from his ready position, straightening slightly and still tense, his muscles still coiled and ready. He eyes the creature with suspicion. Did this one, who had been so interested in a fight before, suddenly ask for a truce? "You've wanted to attack us this whole time."

The black eyed boy stopped, glared, looked at Paris, and then at the fire winged male. "You've tried to kill Paris multiple times, whenever you saw a chance. Why in the name of Shlaen should I listen to you? What's to stop you from simply attacking us when our backs our turned. You aren't the most trustworthy creature. You attacked us when we had done nothing. You... you...!"

Latre trailed off angrily, a part of him pleased the offer of truce had made the wolf part recede for the moment. Beneath the surface it still rippled around and his voice had lowered into a growl, but he didn't find himself imagining him and his pack - which was nonexistent - feeding on the meat of this creature when he was gone. "Why should I agree? Give me one reason, ashes, and I'll swear by Shlaen and the wolf mother Kertini to honor it."

It had been a long time since he'd spoken either name. Invoking Shlaen wasn't so uncommon among his people, especially those who were his followers, but he was almost never used for an oath. It was to binding, and Shlaen had always been an unpredictable god. It was likely Latre would be paying for using him to bind an oath with missions for him later. And Kertini... She would not mind the binding, but she too might see for what purpose it could be used for.

It was sudden of him, but a part of him did want this to be over with. The phoenix hadn't fought back after all, and it was no good to hunt down his opponent if he didn't put up a fight.
 
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 Zeirne grit his teeth to keep from growling himself, and his wings curled in tighter along his back, flame-hued feathers pressing against skin and cloth. The kid was smart. He had hopedâ€"foolishly, perhapsâ€"he would just accept the offer at face value. Hoped he would primarily because it would both preserve his already damaged pride and avoid all the messiness of oaths. Now, frustration bloomed anew within him as Latre asked for specifics, and his fingers curled into the soil beneath him to keep him from balling his fists. How could he answer that in a way that would avoid all those complications he wanted to avoid?

Of course, he knew, with growing irritation, that this whole mess was his fault. Well, not entirely. How was he supposed to know what resurrection would do to him!? He'd always heard of phoenixes rising up from the flames unscathed, even stronger than before. But it had sapped all his strength. Why him? Or were those legends all fake?

Maybe it's because you're also part humaâ€"

Zeirne killed the thought before it could complete itself, even though it was too late. Even though it was obvious to him. He wrestled with that truth enough as it was.

Didn't mean he had to like it, though.

He was amazingly quiet as he switched his thoughts back to the current dilemma, mulling it over, though his brows were knitted in obvious anger. He could always just leave. Try to, at least. Maybe Latre would follow, maybe he wouldn't. The truce thing wasn't going his way, as it was...and if he didn't produce a satisfactory answer, anyway, he'd be in a fix. Neither option looked good. Hmm...but he wasn't really in a position to flee. He was still sore from the blow, and Latre was too close, still holding those sharp shards of energy. No, the only safe option was to keep going with the truce idea.

He could swallow his prideâ€"a littleâ€"if it meant living another day. It was no use being dead.

Problem was, he took it that Latre was swearing on someone of great importance, deities, no doubt. Latre was probably expecting similar from him, in that case. And oaths such as that were binding...very binding. Swearing on a deity for Zeirne was as good as chaining his soul to those very words, ensuring he would carry them out. And though Zeirne believed in his own deities, and knew an oath would likely be what he would need to convince Latre...he wasn't about to make such a commitment.

Binding oaths he avoided like the plague.

Fortunately, he had thought up an excuse. Now, to see if it worked, and if he could swear on something that, for him, would be less binding. Oaths on deities might as well be written in the stars for eternity, and though other oaths were binding to an extent, they could be broken with a little bending here and there.

"I know when I'm beat, fluffy, and I'm not stupid enough to keep at it," he started. Oh yes...humbleness was certainly not his forte. "That should be reason enough. You should take the higher road. But, if you need another reason...I would swear an oath on a God as I assume you were, but I have no Gods to swear on..." He trailed off suddenly, another sudden thought hitting him as soon as the words left his mouth. Something he hadn't thought of until he'd spoken the words, something that made his eyes widen involuntarily.

Shit, he was an idiot! How could he have not thought of that!?

"I...I do..I have a Goddess to swear on, though..." he said suddenly, his voice losing its confident tone, wavering slightly. "The Gods are...less interested in such matters..."

Truth be told, a fact Zeirne would never admit to was that he was superstitious, and his plan blew up completely in his face. Why did he have to speak before thinking it through all the way!? He'd nearly just denied their existence out loud. Even if he didn't really feel that way, it was still blasphemy. Why hadn't that occurred to him sooner? Well, obviously because he'd thought it was a great plan and he was being rash. And then, the only way to counteract it was to speak of their existence, covering up his blunder as best as he could while affirming their existence and counteracting that, as well.

Damn it...now there was no way to avoid the oath...

Well, maybe.

He sighed, wilting slightly. Gods, he was so stupid! "If I left, would you follow?" he finally said, voice downcast. Pride had flown completely out the window, replaced by embarrassment and dread. He didn't want to swear an oath. But, he also wanted to remain in one piece. He couldn't quite figure out which would be worse.
 
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 Oh... that's what it meant. Paris' face lit up when he dug up the meaning of the word 'truce'.

Fire Wings wanted to stop fighting. He started it, it seemed right that he should be the one to end it. But, would he keep his end of the deal? Latre beat him to asking Red Wings about it and Paris grinned smugly, crossing his arms and nodding when Latre trailed off.

Swear? Paris' cool demeaner was rocked a little when Latre brought up swearing. Practicing religion was an alien concept to the child, sure he'd been exposed to people that did so whether piously or blasphemously but he wasn't raised with any particular doctrine. Thus, when his companion said he was going to swear Paris' first thought was that he was going to curse at Red Wings. That was fitting, Red Wings deserved to be cursed at, he was a bastard.

Latre didn't curse and after Red Wings mentioned that he had a Goddess to swear on Paris remembered that the word swear had another, less fun, meaning. It was like making a contract, two people agreed to follow what was written in the contract no matter what. He didn't see any paper being drawn up though, Latre and Red Wings were saying names. Maybe they were names to documents that said what they were supposed to do? He didn't know what they were though! Maybe it'd be best if he drew up his own contract with Red Wings, since he didn't know what the contracts they were mentioning were about.

Then Red Wings mentioned leaving in a rather pitiable tone. He may have been defeated now but, without a contract between Red Wings and himself he could always come back and try to attack him when he was alone. Paris marched a few paces toward Red Wings, his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face.

"I will," he stated matter-of-factly. "I won't trust you until you sign a contract saying that you'll stop trying to kill me."

"Yeah, probably. Think she'd mind when she found out?" She perked an eyebrow slightly. She herself had no experience with that. all her friends had been thieves, and her whole family had been thieves, too. She'd never really hung around someone who wasn't a thief, and for good reason! You never knew who you could trust...and there was always the risk of being turned in.

Oh, geez, she was starting to sound like one of those overly suspicious can't-trust-no one thieves. Oi.

"Sounds like a plan!" she agreed, following after him, boots thudding lightly upon the ground. "And I say the heck with luck! Let's go sniff out that secret organization of your's on our own."

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 Alex walked into the Thief's Guild, his pocket filled with coins that he'd stolen off somebody on their way into town. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, which was better than his usual scowl.

He closed the door behind him and started emptying his pockets on the table to count up the day's profits. He'd been by to check on his sister as well, only to find that she'd left home to go travel.

He chuckled. That was just like her.

Shaking his head to clear it of memories, he continued counting until he heard the door open and looked behind him to see...
 
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 ...A young girl, maybe fifteen, with dirty blonde hair done up in a myriad of beaded braids and pale green eyes. Her clothes were simpleâ€"a lace-up shirt and breeches that reached only to her knees, and a small coin purse attached at her belt. It was Makoto, the infamous, notorious, professional thief of Adelaâ€"in her own mind, at least. Hey, a girl could dream, and Makoto did lots of that. The truth was that Makoto was simply a pick-pocket and petty thief at the most, and had more close calls and nasty run-ins under her belt than she'd like to be reminded of. Luckily, though, what she lacked in graceâ€"it always seemed to be her clumsyness that got her into a fixâ€"she made up for in agility, and it had been her ability to twist and slip through small spaces that had saved her from a trip to prison or worse time and time again.

Walking into the guild, a place she had made her home base since learning of its existence almost a year ago, she stopped short and blinked large eyes as her gaze fell onto Alexâ€"a man she'd never seen before.

Mostly, it was out of surprise. New people were always coming and going; the network of thieves that used this location as a safe haven was enormous! But walking in and finding new people when from the outside the modest building had looked empty and quiet was always a surprise, especially since Makoto was still relatively new to the place. And to the society of thieves in general.

"Whoa...heya! Haven't seen ya around before," she greeted, her usual cheery, self-confident self as she made her way further into the room to unceremoniously straddle a wooden chair, facing the backing which her arms rested on as she peered over at him curiously. "Name's Makoto, by the way. Who're you? Ya new here?" she asked, braids swaying slightly as she cocked her head at a slight angle.

 
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 Alex looked the girl over, looking slightly uncomfortable. She was a safe enough distance away, he supposed, but still, girls in general made him uncomfortable, if he didn't know them. Because usually they weren't careful and they usually found some way to crash into him.

"Hi... Makoto." Alex said, going back to counting his money. "I'm Alex. I've been around for a bit. I just don't stay here too often. I'm usually out somewhere."

Which was true. He could usually be found in a tree or stealing. He was more comfortable sleeping in trees than in the Theif's Guild, but that was only a preference of his.

"Are you new?" He asked her, raising an interested eyebrow.
 
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 "Yeah, same here...I hang out around the villages most of the time," Makoto said, looking him over, as well. Huh. If she didn't know any better, she would say he looked a little uneasy. Weird. She didn't think she was intimidating or anything, but then again, some thieves were just that wayâ€"always anxious for some reason or another. She guessed there was always the risk of spies or authority figures of some sort ferreting them out, and some were more suspicious than others.

Which kinda made sense...wasn't the old saying, "no honor among thieves" or something along those lines?

"Kinda new! I found this place almost a year ago. But I'm only new to here...I've been thieving my whole life! I was raised by thieves...it's in the family, you could say," she told him with a wry grin, leaning forward a little further to rest her chin on her arms.

"Heh...looks like ya turned up a good profit," she commented conversationally as she watched him count. "Better than I did today. Oh, hey, you can tell me to shut up anytime if I'm bothering you, by the way..." she said suddenly, as if it just occurred to her that she might be bothering him. After all, she didn't know him...she didn't want to annoy him. And she could be a chatterbox if left unchecked. She knew that herself; she'd been told it plenty of times.
 
 
 
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 "I hang out in the trees. I only go to the villages when I want something." Alex said with a smirk, finishing his counting and putting the coins back in the pouch. He leaned back in his seat, slipping the pouch in his pocket.

He looked over at her. "Heh, I was in the Orphanage for most of my life, not by choice. Spent most of my time in that place trying to get out." He smirked again, remembering those days and then shaking his head slightly.

"Er, you're not bothering me..." Alex said. He didn't want to make her leave, but he didn't want tot ell her the real reason why he was so uncomfortable either. It was embarassing. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's always good to have some company, I guess."

He was in a good mood. He usually was whenever he stayed in the Guild for longer than he had to. When he was in a bad mood, he could usually be found wandering the forest or hanging out in high places, or in warm places.

He looked back over at her. "Where're you coming from? Did you just steal something?" He asked curiously.
 
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 He...hung out in trees in his spare time? That statement caused Makoto to blink blankly for a moment. That was certainly an...interesting hobby, though she couldn't exactly see how you could spend a lot of time in trees. Wouldn't it get kinda boring after a while? She couldn't imagine there would be much to keep you company up there or anything...

Oh well. Different strokes for different folks, she supposed!

"Orphanage, eh? Heh, yeah, I almost got sent there. My folks died when I was ten, see, but there was no way I was goin' there," she stated. "Almost got put there a few times, but I was always too fast for those bastards." She gave a little smirk, obviously quite proud of her achievement, though her gaze had turned a bit thoughtful. If she had been put in the orphanage...maybe she would have been adopted, though she was pretty sure she would have put up a fuss to make sure that didn't happen. She never wanted new parents. The ones she'd had had been good enough, and she never wanted to replace them...nor did she want to be adopted by some squeaky clean family that wanted to turn her into a little lady. That just wasn't who she was.

Sure, making a living off thieving made for dangerous situations and a small stomach, but it was freedom, in a way. And it was the only lifestyle she knew, anyway.

"Hm? Oh! I just came from Adela. That's where I hang out, mostly, I grew up there, y'know. Pickings have been pretty slim lately, though...more guards, lately..." She frowned pointedly.
 
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 Alex laughed. "My parents died, too. My sister and I lived with our grandfather together up until I took off. She lived him for a while longer, but she's recently left home too. I have no idea where she is."

He made a mental note to scour the area for her later. Just because he'd left home didn't mean he had to abandon his duties as her older brother. Who knew what a girl as headstrong as Alba could get into if left unsupervised?

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed at the very thought. Beign stubborn was a trait that ran in the family, he supposed.

He frowned as well. "Yeah, I noticed. They're probably hiding something big over there or something. Something important." He smirked. "Or maybe they're just sick of us."
 
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 "I think they're just sick of us..." Makoto noted with a grin. "Though...well, I'm not real big on gossip or news, really, but I heard stuff about there bein' a new queen or something. That might be it. Don't wanna make the new matriarch's job too hard in the beginning, yanno!" She smirked, emphasizing the sarcasm.

Truth be told, aside from the obvious fact that thieves were not liked by the government, which in turn meant most thieves didn't like the government, either, that wasn't the only reason she held a lot of disdain for the system. There were other reasons, deeper reasons, and it might seem odd that she continued on living a lifestyle that had gotten her parents killed. But...such was life. She wasn't going to stop living the way she was taught to just because of fear. Oh yes, she was the defiant type. It didn't come out often, but when it did, she had quite the defiant streak in her.

Raising her hands over her head, she stretched a little. "Hmm...so, got any plans for today?" she asked at random, changing the subject. She didn't know him very well, but...meh. She was bored, and she had no plans! Of course, she got bored easily, and she tended to warm up to people quick. She was quite the socialite, and often forgot that other thieves weren't always so sociable.
 
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 "Plans?" Alex asked, looking at her in surprise. It wasn't often anybody wanted to talk to him for anything more than a quick exchange of hellos. It was nice to have company for a change though so he shrugged.

"Well, I need to find my sister." He mused, more to himself than to her. "I've been keeping tabs on her, but now she's left home and I don't know where she is. Leaving her unsurpervised for long is dangerous."

He leaned back in his chair, listening tot he gold rattling around in his pockets. "I guess we could go se if there's any excitement in the surrounding area, too. I doubt it though."
 
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 Makoto grinned slightly, amused. She didn't have any siblings, she'd always been an only child, so she couldn't really relate to this whole supervision thing, but she found it amusing nonetheless. Apparently, his sister was accident prone. At least, that's what she gathered from his statement of it being dangerous to leave her alone...

"Why doesn't she come with ya, then?" she asked, standing up slowly and stretching again. "Well, nevermind. I'm guessin' she's not a thief? It's not for everyone, that's for sure..." Besides...she didn't want to pry. She had a tendency to do that, at times, so this time she made sure to catch herself before she did so. Sort of.

Luckily, he didn't seem to be annoyed with her at all. That was a good sign! It'd been a long time since she'd hung out with a like-minded individual.

Brushing of her short breeches and making sure the coin purse was secured firmly to her belt, she gave a little shrug. "Hey, I'm sure we could fine something to do. This place isn't very lively, anyway. Who knows, we might get lucky," she added with a mischievous wink. "We'll figure somethin' out. So, what place ya thinkin' about?"
 
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 "Heh, well mainly she didn't come with me because I took off from home." Alex said sheepishly. "But that's fine. She doesn't know that I'm a theif. I suppose I should let her know one of these days."

Alex got up, listening to the coins jangle around in his coin pouch and then smirking at her. "Sounds cool. Let's wander around Adela for a bit until we can decide on where else we want to go."

He shook a lock of his firey red hair out of his face and started heading out the door, looking back to make sure she was following him. "Maybe if we're lucky some kind of secret underground organization will be trying to pull something in town and we can watch, if not help out." He said with a laugh.  

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 It had taken weeks of hard travel to make her way back to the village but, to her own surprise and amazement, she had done it. More than anything, she was surprised she had remembered the way back. So she did have a good memory, a photographic one, at that. Until now, she hadn't known that.

You learned something new everyday.

Of course, she hadn't done it without help. She'd asked for directions along the way whenever she sighted someone who looked friendly, and without having people pointing her in the right direction every now and then, she probably wouldn't have found her way back. After all...this was the first time in her life that she was out on her own, truly out on her own. To the age of fourteen, she'd lived among her village back in her homeland, and had only strayed from it when she had someone to go with her. The other villages were spaced widely apart, and there were dangers beyond the safety of the village walls. Yes, she'd lived a sheltered life...until only a few weeks ago, she hadn't even been swimming, much less in a body of water that she couldn't stand in. She still didn't know how to swim, though now, at least, she'd been taught to tread water.

But, village life wasn't completely secure, and at fourteen Sunni had been taken from her family by the very government that protected them, taken from everything familiar, never to see it againâ€"to begin life anew as a courtesan to the Emperor.

A life she had immediately shirked.

It had been a safe life, and a secure one, and the only other life she had known until the age of seventeenâ€"and even now, she wasn't yet eighteen. There was nothing that was denied to her, no physical, tangible item or comfort. But...she hated it. She had been treated well...but...she wasn't free. She wasn't allowed out of the palace walls. Most of the time, she wasn't even allowed beyond the inner seraglio. Her life wasn't her own. Her body wasn't her own. She was simply a well-treated slave, one among many, whose duties were...

She grimaced slightly and shook her head to clear her mind of the thought. Funny how the mind could wander.

Now, though, she was hardly looked the part. Her dark blue hair was a mess, soiled from sweat and dust from travel, and her dirtied clothesâ€"loose-fitting breeches and a shirt, anything to conceal her petite, shapely figure; she'd ditched her native clothing quickly upon arriving hereâ€"were torn in places, ripped about her legs and arms. Her cat-like blue-furred tail was matted from lack of care, and soil smeared her face in places, blurring the blue flame tattoo on the left side of her face. And her condition wasn't all just from travel. Not weeks ago, she'd nearly been killed! For the first time in her life, her life had been in serious jeopardy! But...it had turned out okay, in the end.

And it had been worth it, due to the people she'd met.

Who, unfortunately, she'd been separated from...

That's why she was returning here, the first place she had come to when she'd come to this world, the one place she was truly familiar with. And she was so relieved to find herself here...she hadn't known if she would make it.

She'd never had to travel long distance before this.

Sunni paused for a moment as she looked upon the village sprawling out before her, relief flooding her, making her blue cat-like ears droop, as the sights before her registered. She'd made it...

Without warning, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, but wasn't able to catch herself and toppled onto her hands and knees. But she hardly felt the pain throbbing in her skinned knees. They'd been skinned enough times on her way here...and she was too exhausted to care. And thirsty. And hungry. She hadn't really gotten much sleep along her travels...or much to eat. She'd been too afraid to sleep out beyond civilization, and sparse wild fruits hardly made for a fulfilling meal.

But, overall, she was just...relieved.

She hoped everyone else was faring well...and maybe, one day, she'd be reunited with them.

Especially with Dis.

 
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 Sumarai acted as nothing more than a shadow. She glided through the veils of darkness. She was struck with flashbacks of her family, of those who she had ran from. But of course that was a year or two back. Now was now and something wasn't right. A curious looking girl had fallen to her knees and Sumarai couldn't resist helping. Perhaps it was the fact she had never had anyone help her. But God helps those who help themselves. Maybe that was true? She didn't know.

Sumarai slid from the shadows, materializing. Her snow-white skin hidden from head to toe. Her arms and hands were wrapped in bandages and her wavey black hair had been bound upon her head. She had wrapped something like a scarf around her head, but it hung loose. The only thing really visible was her ebony eyes and the bridge of her nose. She was slim and almost delicate looking. But she was stronger than she appeared.

As Sumarai moved towards the catgirl she offered a tightly wrapped hand, a soft icy chill emnanting from her body. That was why she was ladden with clothes. She felt ashamed of the chill that creeped from her body. She didn't want people to feel the coldness that seeped from her flesh. What if they thought her heart was as cold as her skin?

Sumarai had been born into a very normal, human family. Her parents, finding she was not human had disowned her. She was abused and kept a secret. A secret hidden in the hidden rooms no one dared entered. Her powers grew and so did her strength and understanding of the world she was born into. She then simply, not able to take the scorn and shame, had left. To begin again, anew in a different land where, perhaps, she would be accepted as a being.
 
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 Sunni didn't immediately try and get back up. Despite the pain in her knees, she found this position oddly comfortable, a resting position, and she certainly needed the rest. After all that traveling, the muscles in her legs were quite sore and rubbery, though that was nothing compared to what she'd experienced weeks ago.

Weeks ago, and her whole body had been in pain during that whole debacle at the waterfall, when the peaceful scene had turned violent and she'd been attacked. But her burn wounds had been minor, especially compared to others in her party, and had been healed along the way. But she knew the others would be alright...they were strong, and they'd been the ones to protect her. If only she hadn't been split off from them...

Her large violet eyes blinked in surprise when a hand suddenly filled her vision, and she raised her eyes slowly to see a...a woman. It had to be a woman; she couldn't really make out any distinguishable featuresâ€"everything on her body was wrapped up, practicallyâ€"but that was definitely a woman's figure, and she was offering to help her up.

And Sunni needed the help. She felt like she could stay here all day until her muscles recovered!

"Oh! Thanks," she murmured, taking the wrapped hand in her own delicate, but equally soiled, hand and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet, where she stumbled a little as she regained her bearings. Oww...her knees hurt...

Looking at the woman that helped her, Sunni suddenly, despite herself, felt a little embarrassment, embarrassment that hadn't settled in until she'd made it to a civilized area and finally been noticed. She looked a wreck, with her greasy hair and soiled clothing! She winced a little at the mental image she got of herself, and uneasily brushed some blue hair from her eyes.
 
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 Sumarai nodded her head, her eyes flickering shut to emphasive the motion. Sumarai rarely talked nowadays. Being told not to talk and being beaten into took a toll where sometimes, you were just afraid. Sumarai still felt awkward in this world, and both mental and physical scars had not faded over the course of those healing years. But everyone seemed to have one or two unhealed scars.

Sumarai tilted her head, just for a moment. She almost had the wish to communicate, but fear flickered inside her ebony eyes. She calmed herself and gazed at the catgirl. Her slim, graceful hand withdrew, although she had stepped closer when trying to pull the girl up, noticing how she had stumbled.

You... okay?

Her voice was barely audible, a soft, hoarse whisper. Her voice was rarely used and it showed.
 
 
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 "I think so," Sunni replied, straightening a little and bending a little to examine her knees. Her left knee was bleeding, the old scab that had grown there having broken open, but there were no new scrapes, really.

Geez...if only the Emperor could see her now!

The thought was equally amusing and equally frightening. Amusing given courtesans were chosen based on their attractiveness, but frightening since him seeing her would imply she'd been returned to her world. And that was certainly a scenario she was planning on enacting, even if she wasn't wanted for treason. The Emperor had never been cruel, by any means...but he didn't view courtesans as actual people, either. More like a pretty piece of property, there for his own entertainment.

"Just kinda sore...and worn out..." she admitted, blue tail swaying behind her. And her weariness showed by the way her shoulders slumped, ears drooped, and legs shook, ever so slightly. "And...in serious need of washing," she added sheepishly. Aw man...she probably smelled, she imagined...she'd never been this dirty before in her life. "And I'm not quite sure what to do now that I finally got here..."
 
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 She gave a nod, thinking to herself on what to offer this blue-tailed catgirl. She was quite a mess, but first things first, right? Tending to wounds, food, and then pampering. That's how Sumarai viewed the list of things to do.

"I could help," she spoke in her whispering voice.

She gave another nod at how she spoke that she had no idea what to do now she was here. Sumarai herself made a camp to wherever she deemed to stay. She was mostly alone and preferred traveling that way. But her throat was already begining to hurt as whenever she spoke her throat seemed to catch and crack and scratch. But no matter. She didn't expect to use it alot for how long she was here. I mean, she'd be off again and out of everyone's way in a short, short time. No use in bothering anyone at all with meaningless things that she had. Of course not.
 
 
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"You could?" Sunni asked, blinking those large, feline eyes of hers. "Hey, if you could, that'd be great! I mean, I'd really appreciate it," she told the girl. She wasn't about to refuse help offered to her, especially when she was in no position to refuse such aid.

Except...for one thing. She remembered something from when she had first recieved these new clothes of hersâ€"which, well...weren't really new anymore, but quite thrashed. Money. People here used money, and she'd never used money in her entire life. On her village, there was no need to; trade was the means of acquiring a service. And at the palace? Everything was provided for her. She didn't have a single bronze of copper piece on her. For that matter, she didn't have anything on her of any value! When she'd first come, her clothes had been quite nice, but those were from harem life. Even if they'd been modest, she didn't want any reminders of that life, and she'd gotten rid of them as soon as possible. She'd also had earrings...but she'd gotten rid of those, too. They'd been a mark of rank in the harem...and they'd been the first things she'd gotten rid of.

"I...I don't have anything to repay you with, though..." she said at length, biting her bottom lip.
 
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 She studied the catgirl, very quietly. She noticed the clothes and how they were torn and how the girl was dirtied and smudged. The poor girl, Sumarai thought to herself.

"No payment," Sumarai was trying to get away with the least to be said.

Sumarai would refuse any payment. She was doing this because she the girl needed help, not for the money. Although money she would need to buy some supplies, but she could work for it later. She had enough supplies to go around between both her and this new acquaintance of sorts.

"Come," Sumarai said in her whispering voice just above silence.

She turned her slowly and walked off, just off behind the trees on a narrow, animal like trail. She waved her slim hand in front of her and her cloaked, unseen camp laid and materialized. She knelt, her robes folding in around her as she started the fire, using the magic that had been woven into her very blood. She heated the pot of portidge and crushed some herbs into it. Before here she had visited many worlds and tribes and had gathered much information about food, even if she could not name them. She took out a flask of water and offered it to the blue catgirl kindly.

"I can heal wounds," the hidden woman said.

She could, and she looked at Sunni with her intense ebony-eyed gaze. She would only heal her if Sunni wanted the wounds to be healed. It would be simple and easy. She then looked to the small pot over the fire in which she took it off, scooping it into a bowl with a utensil. She set it out for Sunni. She then looked up to the girl, waiting for the answer.
 
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 "Really? Are ya sure...?" Sunni wasn't about to pass up this opportunity...but she also didn't want to come across as rude. But...she also had nothing on her, and couldn't do anything about that, exactly, so...

She followed after the woman without further comment as she lead the way, following her just behind the cover of trees on a small trail. And it was a good thing wherever they were going wasn't far away, for Sunni's legs were sore and shaky, and she wasn't quite sure how far she'd be able to travel before they gave out again. Blood had trickled down her left leg, a thin line, but the bleeding itself had stopped and the blood was already crusting. Still, the cut stung, and she winced as she walked, trying to bend her knee as little as possible, lest the wound be reopened.

And then, when they finally stopped...she gave a small gasp and jump when, with a wave of the woman's hand, a camp materialized. A camp that had been invisible!? She'd never heard or seen anything like it! This world was just full of surprises. Of course, she knew about magic. She couldn't weild it herself without the aid of a special black crystal, and even then she was limited in her skills. She barely knew how to open a portal! That had been pure luck. But making whole areas and items invisible...that was new.

And all without a crystal, too!

"How'd you...how didja do that...?" she asked, still openly awestruck. But then she blinked and shook her head, catching the woman's next words as water was offered to her, which she took gratefully.

"Heal wounds...? That'd be great if you could. I...I reall owe ya for all this...thank you..." she murmured between gulps of water. She never thought she could miss something so simple so much...

Thirst quenched, she then took to the porridge, shoveling spoonfuls into her mouth before she realized what she was doing. She knew she had been hungry...but she hadn't realized she was this hungry.

And for that reason, it wasn't long before the bulk of the porridge was consumed, leaving her scraping the bowl.
 
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 Sumarai smiled at the catgirl, although the smile was hidden by the scarf. She then listened closely to the girl's astonishment. It had been years since she was amazed by it, but she was very much amazed and dazzled by others' magics. Perhaps living with hers had made her grow very accustomed to it.

"I have visited many places and I've learned to channel magic..." Sumarai said openly and softly.

She then carefully pulled off the bandages, her fingers delicate as she unraveled each hand. She then leaned over and traced the girl's legs and face, her fingers barely touching her. Trails of frost were left in her fingers' wake. She then let her magic take affect in which it would curl the flesh and create it and heal the wounds.

Sumarai watched as she wolfed down the potridge and she felt relief and happiness bloom inside. She felt content to have helped someone. She always did, despite her lack of communication.

"Would you like some more potridge?" She asked calmly.

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Mariren Klast was better known to anyone she met as Whirlwind. Mostly because only a few people actually knew her real name. One, she had determined, was a traitor to his blood. He had been tainted by the water in their blood and gone to the other side. Water and air were not meant to mix, like fire and water and earth and air. But it had happened when their parents met and now their children paid for it. How stupid her father had been to fall for that Kleshnar. Water elementals were never good for anything. They were weak and pretended to be peaceful until they stabbed you in the back. That was the only way they ever got around in the world.

Whirlwind's light yellow eyes gazed at the village in front of her and briefly took a glove off of her right hand. After a moment of looking at that horrible pearl in her hand and noting it wasn't even glowing a bit, she shoved the glove back on and glared into the marketplace of the village. Right now she was wearing what everyone called her travel clothes. They were not her usual. They were flowing and loose and not at all like what she usually found herself in. Still, and wouldn't do to see the looks she usually got. No, first she needed information. Leads would be helpful. She was on a hunt. Not simply for her brother, but for any of the Kleshnar or Kleshme of her species.

Of course, that her species was slightly different didn't stop her from prosecuting the elementals that didn't descend from the original Klesh. No, anything born of water or earth was most likely evil and should be destroyed before it could kill. Mari took another look around and finally smiled. There it was. A tavern was always the best place for information. She entered and headed toward the bartender, keeping a close eye on her surroundings. Her enemies could be anywhere.

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Amadeus frowned at the reflection staring back at him from the fountain. Dirty, disheveled, with bloodshot eyes, chapped lips and a dried bloodstain so old it was black and peeling staining the right of his face and matting his hair.

A dull pain throbbed up his feet to his ankles and he sighed, leaning forward to rest his chin on the edge of the fountain. The slight movement the action required woke up more aches in his shoulders and wrists. He tried to move his hands a little, but as always the knots that tied them to his belt were tight and secure.

At least it was morning. There weren't many people on the streets and if they did saw them, didn't get involved. Good, that was good. Amadeus had a heavy feeling in his gut that the creature was using him to try baiting another person into it's clutches.

The creature, Amadeus could see it's reflection from where he propped his chin. It was tall and slender and was swishing it's long horse's tail idly side to side. At the base of its tail, where someone with too big a sense of humor than needed, was a red ribbon that was once tied in a bow. One loop remained, the other end hanging loosely and weaving in the hair of the tail.

The world swayed a little, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. The insides of his mouth felt like they were replaced with paper. Dehydration was a bad way to go, hells it almost got him the last time the creature had him, but now it looked like his doorway out.

He smirked, tearing a little gash in his bottom lip. The chapped skin eagerly sucked up the dribble of blood that oozed from it.

The creature, Judal, looked over his shoulder to watch his pet. Here he was, offered the chance to quench his thirst with as much water as he wished, and he was just staring into the fountain like he forgot what water was.

Maybe he managed to acquire rabies while he was wandering free. How fun. Judal turned and sat on the edge of the fountain next to Amadeus' head.

<font color=red face=courier>It-tus-ka</font>, he chimed in an almost chastizing manner. <font color=red face=courier>Afraid of a little water now?</font> Judal pressed a clawed finger against Amadeus' bleeding lip.

As soon as he was touched Amadeus pulled away and glared up at Judal, his eyes crossed and his upper lip curling back, a few crimson lines stretching across it. Judal snickered.

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 Ice padded in her blue eyes scanning the area for a famillar wolf, she saw none. she was alone. she silently walked over to sit under a tree her silver coat glistening in the sun. she sat and waited to meet some wolves, she hoped she would meet some soon.

 
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 She padded into the clearing, ears held erect, and her green eyes scanned their surroundings. There were many wolves, but one in particular caught her eye. It was white, like herself. She walked over, "Hello, my name's Ice Leaper, do you live in this pack?"
 
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Hello. My name is Lobo. Do you two live here?
 
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 From where she lay, near the entrance of a nearby den, Pure Magic raised her head as a new, large female came into her line of vision. Her green eyes moved over the wolf curiously yet warily, a wariness that time and life had bestowed upon her, as she noted the many old scars. And yet, despite the hardened look of this new wolf...Pure Magic read no hostility in her posture.

On the contrary, as her own eyes swept up to gaze over at the other wolf's eyes, she noted in that icey gaze a sense of...she couldn't quite think of the word that would properly describe what she read in those eyes. A timelessness, perhaps. A hint of melancholy and nostalgia. A sense of...well...that her eyes didn't match her youthful body.

"Lobo?" Pure Magic had heard the wolf introduce herself, and spoke up in greeting, rising as she did so. She was of average height and build, and her long fur was a red in color, with gray marking her eyes, ears, tail, and muzzle. Foresty eyes looked up at the new wolf, and she offered a small smile. "I am Pure Magic, Lobo, and this is my pack, the DreamCatcher pack. My mate is Niko, and he is the Alpha male here. I know not where he is at this moment, though..."

Her smile broadened slightly. He was probably off playing with the pups. Well...no, they were no longer pups, now; they were adolescents. But in Pure Magic's eyes, they would always be her pups.

 
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 *she nods her gratefullness and finds a spot to curl up*

Thank you, Pure Magic. I am grateful for a place to rest in peace.

*she raises her head, turning towards the Nightmater Pack without knowing what it is. she can sense an evil, familiar prescence*

Oh no......

*she looks back to Pure Magic, worry in her eyes*

I can sense I am not the only ancient one to stumble on these lands. There is a fight going on over there......and my sister is in it. I'm afraid that you need to know my past to understand my worry.

*she sighs and reflects back for a moment*

I am from a time when Kmitza Taku still came to this world, when Sephiroth and Monolith tried to win wars that I fought in. And my sister, Leviatharia, my twin fought for them. She is blacker than a night with no moon and stars. Her eyes are green and evil. She is deadly and pure evil. She controls a magic that even I have a hard time battling. I had thought that this would be a place of rest. Apparently I was wrong. I can sense the darkness is growing in power. Maybe I can get some of my strength back before the battles begin.

*she lays her head on her paws and closes her eyes, sighing*

Perhaps you have some deer around that I might have something to eat???  

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 Momentarily eyeing the empty flask - she had been right about his thirst, Freya answered Raijah's vague question, choosing to quietly recount the events from the time he had passed out.

"The infection you had in your arm caused you to develop a fever. I couldn't break it without magic,"
A slightly reuful smile appeared on her lips.
"so it was lucky Rakkalepta returned when she did. She healed your arm.."
The kitsune nodded toward the now unmarked arm, which the fae-man apeared not to have registered yet. About to speak again, her words died and she rose in alarm, hearing Rakk's sudden scream. Whirling to face her, she registered with considerable surprise the new, opalescent wings which had sprouted from her shoulder-blades. Her intial alarm dissipating into curiosity, Freya's head tilted slightly, watching the former demoness's disgusted actions. Hardly knowing Rakkalepta, the kitsune was confused as to what was taking place. Seemingly, the act of healing Raijah had caused some immense change in her, but she didn't know of what nature, or of the reasons behind it. Speaking again to Raijah, she mused;

"As for Rakkalepta.. I have no idea what's happening to her."

 
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 "ACK!" Ishtaq had to do some serious wing-work to avoid colliding with Rakkalepta's face, butterfly wings a blur as she swooped back and to the side. Yeesh! Luckily, Rakkalepta's scream had given her fair warning...thoughm why had she screamed to begin with? That didn't seem like a Rakk thing to do. She was too tough for that!

And then, as she looked over Rakkalepta, she saw the source of the reaction. New wings. And they were big! And pretty! And...whoa! Rakkalepta had pink eyes?

Weren't they weird and cloudy? Oh well. The wings were cooler.

"Whoa, Rakk...how'dja do that!?" she exclaimed, peering at the elegant wings curiously. She could destroy her wings and grow them back!? She was just full of surprises...

And yet...Rakk didn't seem too happy, which was odd. She'd just grown an awesome new pair of wings and looked all pretty and stuff! What was there to be upset about!?

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Raijah blinked as Freya updated him, and his eyes quickly darted to his arm. Which was as Freya said. Healed. And even more than that...unmarred. Just as it had been before the injury. And the demonic fae had... "Rakkalepta...she did thiâ€"" he jumped in surprise at the sudden scream, words leaving him, and his gaze quickly settled on the very...changed...Rakkalepta.

So that hadn't been a trick of his eyes...

Yeah. Beautiful described her quite well, now.

Though...he couldn't help but share in Freya's confusion. She looked fine. Hell, she looked better than ever! But from her expression, something was clearly very wrong...

 
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 No...no no no! That damn fae spirit...it was reinstating itself into her system! Sure, she was still in control, but not of her appearance.
It was reverting back to what the fae had originally looked like...

Without warning, Rakk's deep, sky blue hair began to grow rapidly. She growled as it happened, part of her face hidden by the sudden length. It was well past her shoulders, to about her midsection, though above her waist. It held gentle waves, quite the change from Rakk's normal cropped-short look.
And it only added to the elegant beauty.
Oh crap.
She didn't want to be pretty!

Hiding her face against her knees, hair forming a glistening curtain, Rakk gave a soft groan. "Please stop staring at me..."
This was so stupid...

 
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 Freya watched intentely as a Rakkalepta's hair lengthened into flowing azure waves. Some sort of metamorphosis was taking place, it seemed. However, only Rakk's external appearance and manner appeared to be changing, as she continued to protest. She'd never come across anything like this before in her 350 human years of life, although that was not considered long by the standards of her race. Clearly there was nothing possessing Rakkalepta, so whatever was happening had to have been caused by some facet of herself. Perhaps, the healing had, being seemingly uncharacteristic, forced her to change in order to accomplish it. For the moment, the kitsune girl remained silent in the strengthening light of the early morning, awaiting enlightemnent, although she doubted the talkativeness of the
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 Ishtaq and Raijah alike watched as, right before their eyes, Rakk's hair began to grow, quickly lengthening. Ishtaq watched in pure and unrestrained awe and admiration, clearly wowed by what she saw as yet another of Rakk's amazing, hidden talents. That was certainly something she'd never seen another fae do! She hadn't even known it was possible! It wasn't even possible for pixies! Well, at least, not her kind. So...maybe it was possible for different faeries?

Raijah, on the other hand, simply blinked, violet eyes wide. This was also something he'd never expected to see...

But, unlike Ishtaq, who was absolutely taken by the transformation, he could tell that Rakkalepta was not a bit pleased about the whole deal. It was pretty obvious, actually, by the way she was now huddling in on herself, seemingly trying to make herself appear less conspicuous.

Good luck with that.

"Ishtaq...stop staring..." he told the pixie, who seemed not to have heard. Likely, she was in her own little world.

"Huh?" Ishtaq looked his way confusedly, clearly not knowing what she was doing wrong, then laughed. "Hah! You're finally awake, ya wuss!" she exclaimed, her attention suddenly on him instead. Indeed...she did tend to have a very limited attention span, at times.

Shaking his head slowly and tiredly, Raijah glanced back at Rakkalepta. "Rakkalepta...are you alright...?"

Seemed like no one else was going to ask, so it was up to him to break the silence. Not that there really was any silence to begin with, with Ishtaq around.

Besides...she had helped him, right? It was only fair...

 
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 Great, just great...She was back where she started. She could feel it. Her appearance had reverted back to the fae's, and even her personality was shifting to incorporate the fae's. She'd have to work all over again to get back to where she had been only moments before.
Years worth of effort....
And all because she just had to heal that idiotic Raijah.

She was tempted to snap, and at the same time, tempted to tell him Rakkalepta wasn't right...damn!
"No...not quite..."
She answered softly, shivering lightly. The small movement travled to her now large and beautiful wings, causing them to sparkle brilliantly.

Suck it up Rakk...this was weak! Stop hiding...
Damn it all!

Rakk forced herself to come out from the protective curtain of hair, lifting her head slowly. Colors, shapes, textures jumped out at her renewed eyes. At first she could only stare in awe. No! Stop that...
Blinking, Rakk forced herself to ignore what was arround her, ignore the amazing sight her rich pink eyes allowed her to witness.
She sighed softly, hastilly brushing stray strands of the long hair from her face.
"Back where I started..." She murmured, forcing herself not to look at anything, or anyone, in particular. The sky seemed the easiest, so she stared up at it instead, taking in the wonderful blue she had missed seeing every day.

 
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Confusion persisted in the thoughts of the flame-crowned kitsune, helped not at all by the cryptic answer given by Rakkalepta. Her keen hearing, more enhanced than that of a human whatever form she was in, picked up Rakk's murmur, managing to decipher the words. Back where she started? This was getting more puzzling by the minute, and most of the usual venom appeared to have drained from the former demoness's voice now, too, as well as the dramatic physical transformation.

The fox-turned-girl shifted her aureate gaze to Raijah and Ishtaq, but no hints were to be gained from them, both seeming as mystified as her, even if the pixie did appear to be more in excited than intrigued or concerned. Deciding it was time she ventured out of her silence, Freya spoke again, continuing to use what humans would term 'normal' speech. A quiet-spoken half-question, slightly wary of an angry outburst. After all, who was she to pry, having known these three less than two days? Yet, they were all confused..

"Tell us what's happening, Rakkalepta?"

If the demonic-hearted fae even knew herself, that is..

 
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 Rakkalepta continued to stare fixedly at the blue sky. She did not respond at first, and it seemed she was utterly entranced by the sight of the heavens above. Or perhaps she was simply pondering her response.
Maybe a mix of both...

Finally, quiet words left Rakkalepta's lips, though she would not let herself look down at them all. She'd have to look at them eventually...damn it...
"I am as I was years ago...before I went blind...when I first got this body..."
She didn't really want to get into the actual explanation...how she possessed a fae, took over her body, banished her soul, and worked on making the body more to her liking.
And how the greed cost her the precious gift of sight.

 
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 The kitsune listened silently to Rakkalepta's speech. She wasn't too astounded at her answer, however, the blood of a race of magic-using shapeshifters allowing her to quite easily accept this sort of thing. The blue-haired fae must have been able to change her appearence somehow, over the years. 'When I first got this body.' That was strange terminology, but she dismissed it. Well, it was certainly a starkley different form that Rakkalepta had reverted back to, with its glistening wings and clear pink eyes. Still, she wondered why healing Raijah would have caused this transformation, if she had had control over her appearance. Well, strain, obviously, but it didn't quite make sense. Freya turned to glance briefly at Raijah and Ishtaq, wondering what their reaction would be to the formerly demonic fae's revelation, before she spoke again.

"Ah. Then why not shift back, when you've rested enough? "

 
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 Raijah blinked in surprise when, finally, Rakkalepta explained. Kinda. "First got that body...?" he echoed vaguely, and glanced back toward Freya, puzzled. As though she'd know what Rakkalepta was going on about better than he would, even though he'd known her longer and still had no clue as to what she was trying to say. Got that body? Yeah...that was a strange way of wording things...but he had a nagging feeling the word choice was deliberate, if nonsensical.

"What do you mean 'first got that body'?" he asked before he could stop himself, and he quickly shrugged it off. Er...probably best not to pry. Beautiful and sweet as she now looked, she was still the same violent fae.

The same violent fae that had healed him.

Geez, this was confusing.

Freya spoke up, though, and he nodded at her words. Made sense. If this change bothered her so much, and since she had obviously altered her appearance somehow to begin withâ€"why she'd want to was lost to himâ€"then she could just do that again. An easy enough fix.

"Yeah! That'll make ya better again!" Ishtaq piped up cheerfully, Rakkalepta's horror at her new state finally dawning on her. "Then you'll be cool again! Though you're still really cool! Just in a pretty way! Pretty cool!" She giggled, amused at her own pun.

Raijah rolled his eyes.

 
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 Rakk flinched lightly at Raijah's question. That...would involve too much of an explination. One she didn't feel she owed to anybody. Least of all him. She had already sacrificed enough for him.
And as for Freya's response...

Finally, Rakk built up the courage to look at the three of them. Her pupils dialated slightly, and she was blasted by the range of colors, shapes, and textures she suddenly saw. And she simply couldn't help it. She lost all composure and just stared, slightly slack-jawed, at them.
"Wow..."
It was...just so...beautiful....

She snapped out of it rather quickly, and stared very fixedly at her hands. So many things to see there too...
Damn!
"It doesn't work that way. It took me years to get to where I was. I have to start over again...all over..."
Just because she had to go and help Raijah...
Stupid stupid stupid!!
He wasn't worth so much! Why in the HELL did she do that???

Though her mind acted like Rakk, her body did not. She simply sighed and shut her eyes. Those ornate wings fluttered slightly, glittering in the early morning light.
A small grin formed at Ishtaq's remark, and she shook her head lightly, long blue hair shifting with the movement.
"Thanks Ishtaq..."

 
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 A brief smile appeared on Freya's lips at Ishtaq's ever over-enthusiastic manner, but faded a little when she caught Rakkalepta's astonished gaze. It must be a great shock to have colour vision suddenly returned.. beautiful and painful at the same time.

She heard Rakkalepta's response to her question, and nodded slightly. Of course it wouldn't be as simple as that.. little ever was. She did wonder, though, why it was that the fae wanted so strongly to change her appearance. There was nothing wrong with it, save for the fact that it didn't relfect her personality, but rather the opposite. Still, sometimes a mask could be useful. She spoke softly once again.

"I'm sure you'll gain control of it in time. Perhaps it won't take so long this time, as you've done it before. Bodies tend to remember that sort of thing, like it remembered this form when you weren't able to maintain it anymore."

She didn't remark on or press the point of Raijah's question, although she was curious herself. Rakkalepta didn't look like she was about to reveal anything she didn't want to, and people deserved their privacy.

 
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 Raijah, also, didn't press the question any further. He was terribly curious, and that comment was really eating away at himâ€"simply because it was so bizarreâ€"but he didn't want to pry. If she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to talk about it. They hardly knew each other, anyway. And even so...she'd saved his life. He respected her for that, and he wasn't about to disrespect her.

For a moment, Raijah simply watched Rakkalepta take everything in. He couldn't imagine what that must be like...he'd always had his vision...

Must be a pretty overwhelming sensory experience, to say the least.

Nodding at Freya's words, Raijah looked from her back to Rakkalepta. "That's true. And anyway, you shouldn't panic just yeâ€"" He yawned, and quickly masked it with a hand. He couldn't help it. He was still bloody exhausted and weak. "â€"Just yet. That won't help you keep a clear head..."

Ishtaq sniggered openly at that statement, and he, once again, sighed and rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was one to talk about keeping a clear head, when he was always so quick to be annoyed and driven by impulse!

"You're welcome, Rakk! Don't worry! Freya's right! And just think! Ya can see again!"

 
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 Rakkalepta had been hugging her slender midsection, as though she felt sick, while they spoke. Her gaze had reverted back to the ground, which was like a wonderful little mosaic...
A smile slowly appeared, and she looked up at them all, secretely annoyed with her sudden emotional responses.
"Um...thank you, really. Maybe it won't take so long this time..."
Her grin turned on Ishtaq, clear pink eyes taking it all in. "Yes, that is one good thing. I've missed my vision...Now I can see you all."

Which wasn't a good thing! Being hardly able to see had helped her stay so aloof and cold all these years! She hadn't had to worry about infatuation due to the appearance of another, nor fawning over anything beautiful. It had successfully narrowed the margin of emotion as far as other people went...
Damn! Damn...
With yet another sigh, Rakk carefully averted her vision again.
This was getting frustrating...what was she going to do? Her own personality would soon be drowned almost completely out, and then Aimee would regain full control!
Well...maybe...
Perhaps...their spirits had been together so long...was there even an Aimee left anymore? Or were they...both one in the same??
Oh hell...

 
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 Through her amber-coloured eyes, the only thing that stayed the same whatever form the kitsune occupied, Freya watched the the transformed Rakkalepta. At least the rapid changes in her appearance had subsided. She nodded at the blue-haired fae's speech, watching her intently as she answered. Even considering her recent exertion and morphing, the fae was behaving a little strangely, as if her words were at odds with her actions, which were at odds with her thoughts.

"At least theres' that. And I'm, sure you'll regain your strength soon."

There were still several blank patches in the kitsune's understanding of the recent events, but she subsided questioning for now, deciding that the fae had plenty on her mind already.
Recalling Rakkalepta's previous stance, she spoke again.

"You're not ill, though?"

 
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 Raijah couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved at the way Rakkalepta as now behaving. It was just really...weird. He hadn't known her long, but what he did know about her was that, well...she didn't smile like that! Her manner of speaking also seemed so much more...pleasant.

And for some reason, that was oddly disconcerting, though he was too sleepy to analyze why that was.

She had changed in more ways than just physically, which was strange enough as it was. None of this made sense...well, then again, she had called herself a "dark fae" or something along those lines when he had first met her. He couldn't say he knew much about those types. Maybe this was typical.

Maybe he should just stop thinking.

It was probably a lot simpler. She had healed him of her own will, so perhaps the most likely answer was the most obviousâ€"there was just a lot more to her than what she wore on her sleeve.

Or so his drowsy mind thought.

"Why'dja lose your vision in the first place?" Ishtaq asked, brow pulling together slightly as she frowned. "I'd never wanna lose mine! Everything's so pretty! Especially 'lilac' over there!"

"Ishtaq..." Raijah groaned, rubbing one eye tiredly. No. Just...no. She wasn't giving him a new nick-name! "Jah-Jah" was bad enough! Time to change the subject and get the attention back off him and to the original, more important, topic...

Thankfully Freya did that for him, and he nodded when she had finished, looking back to Rakkalepta. Yeah...Freya was right in asking that. Rakkalepta certainly didn't look like she felt too great, what with how she was holding her mid-section...

 
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 Rakkalepta was finding it harder and harder to stop staring at all the wondrous things around her. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted to keep looking. It was just too beautiful, to entrancing.
People really took their sight for granted.
She nodded lightly at Freya’s words, only partially agreeing with them. Her strength might return...or it might not...she hoped it would. She hated being weak.
Looking up again, her renewed gaze fell on Freya yet again. Simply amazing...the colors, shapes, textures, everything...
“No, no...I’m not ill. Just a bit woozy from healing Raijah is all.�

She made a note to unwrap her arms from about her stomach, not wanting to give the impression that she was getting sick.
Ishtaq’s question roused a small flicker of past pain, but she decided to answer anyway.
“Because I was too greedy. Because I could not, or would not, wait. And so...it deteriorated. It left me, just as my emotions began to leave me.�
The dreary tone was easily broken by Ishtaq’s new little nickname.
Rakkalepta could not help but laugh, and there was a small sound of her old rueful snicker mixed in as well.
“I don’t think Raijah appreciates your new nickname for him Ishtaq.� She managed through a few stray giggles, then allowing her pink eyes to flicker over to Raijah and conduct a brief survey of him.
“It fits though.� She stated finally with what was very near a smirk, but it was more playful and much softer than any smirk the old Rakkalepta would have given.
But it was proof at least that the old personality was still in there...somewhere....

 
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 Laughter played in the amber eyes of the kitsune as Ishtaq produced her next taunting nickname for the voilet-haired fae-man. She shook her head slightly, a smile curving her lips. 'Lilac'. Poor Raijah.

Noticing Rakkalepta's gaze fall on her, she nodded at her first words. That was good, for she couldn't have done much to help her, either. Freya listened as the transformed dark fae related further pieces of the puzzle that was her past in answer to the pixie's question, although her words shed little light on the situation.

Suddenly, the kitsune became aware of the gnawings of hunger that began to plague her. The mountainside was lit with the light of morning by this time, and it was only now that she remembered that due to Raijah's fever, she had not hunted last night, and had not eaten since the previous day. Having been travelling in her vixen form, she had no food with her, either. She would have to go soon, as much as the unknown reasons for Rakk's transformation intrigued her. She was glad everyone appeared to be alright now, if still weak.

She straightened, addressing the three in the clearing.

"Regrettably, I'm going to have to leave for now, having not hunted since yesterday."

 
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 "Aww..." Ishtaq murmured sympathetically at Rakkalepta's answer, but she had soon piped back up again to cheerfully add, "Your emotions, too? You're gettin' those back too, right? Hey! This wasn't such a bad thing after all, then, right? You get all this cool stuff back!"

She grinned, hovering daintily before the changed fae, butterfly wings flashing brilliant colors. Hm...still, Rakkalepta didn't look too thrilled. But that didn't mean Ishtaq was going to stop trying to cheer her up! She hated it when people weren't happy. Well, expect for Raijah. He didn't count. He was just downright funny when he was upset. As he was now.

But he kept his annoyance in check, and also nodded at Rakkalepta's comment. "Now you have that knowledge to learn from. This time, you'll know better than to let it get out of hand," he offered.

But a moment later, his irritation had once again been provoked, and he hunched up more as Rakkalepta joined in the teasing. "I think, of the two, I prefer 'Jah-Jah'..." he muttered miserably, violet eyes flashing dangerously over at a smirking Ishtaq. It wasn't his fault he had purple hair. He liked his purple hair! And it was dark, too, nothing like a lilac. Lilacs were lighter. Maybe his eyes could fit the description, but not his hair...argh! And now here he was letting it get to him.

Though he wasn't annoyed enough to miss the sound of Rakkalepta's giggles, his eyebrows arching slightly. That was a sound he never thought to hear from Rakkalepta...her transformation had affected more than just her looks. Odd...

His attention was drawn from Rakkalepta and the merciless Ishtaq when Freya stood, excusing herself. Hunt? Oh, that's right...she was a kitsune, after all. He had grown used to her in this form. "Understandable. Thank you for your help, Freya," he told her, aggravation temporarily draining away.

"Oooh! Ya gonna shape-shift again?" Ishtaq asked excitedly. Shape-shifters always fascinated her, since she herself wasn't one.

 
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 The kitsune nodded in answer to Raijah's words, a slight smile curving her lips.

"That's alright, Raijah"

Hearing Ishtaq's excited squeal, Freya's grin broadened, nodding again. A faint golden light wrapped around her form, growing brighter, then waning and dispersing into a fading mist. It was the illusion-casting abilities of her race that allowed the glowing light, as well as far more complex images and effects. The kitsune were adept at illusion-weaving, being the trickster-race that they were.

The vanishing light revealed Freya's true form, that of a three-tailed red-gold vixen once again. Her amber eyes, the single feature that remained constant no matter what form she occupied, drifted over the three beings. Once more telepathic, her musical voice addressed their minds.

"Goodbye, everyone, I hope to see you again soon. And Rakkalepta - I hope everything works out. Farewell."

With that, the vixen turned, black-gloved paws carrying her soundlessly away into the wilderness of the mountainside. Now, about breakfast..

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 Upon leaving the Serendipity Village area, Kabak found himself drawn to the Jungle for strange reasons. He looked around as he walked into the woods. Before he could venture any deeper, a tingle came to his nose to cause him to sniff.

"Hey, what's that smell?" Kabak continued to sniff as he walked forward, trying to follow it. "Do you smell that, smells very heavily of burnt wood, as if a fire is going on or was just in this regional area."

Kabak, now running through the Jungle following the smell of dead earth. "It's got to be near here, nothing this heavy can be farther than a mile or two. He continued to run for about three miles before seeing a burnt plant which took part in the outer ring of a massive area of crisped oak, pine, and spruce.

"Wow, would you look at that Aya......it's so......BIG!" Kabak announced as his eyes focused on the great size of the circle. "I think we should sit down for a minute to think about a few things because the way to the Church requires us to cross through this "Circle of Death."

 
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 Aya had followed Kabak silently the entire way, head dipped, hat shielding her face from view. All of her acute senses were on high alert, her wary nature readily apparent.
She did not like to be taken by surprise.

The smell of burnt earth reached her nose before it did Kabak's, so she did not answer when he spoke. She simply followed after him, small nose wrinkling lightly as the smell grew stronger.
And then, the huge circle of burnt earth appeared before them.

Circle of Death? Well, the area was a bit unnerving. Her green eye flashed momentarily, scanning the area.
"We should go around it."
It was the first substantial thing she had said during the entire trip, her voice just as quiet as ever.

 
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You'd better run!
Run run run run run run run run
Run, Like Hell!


Kabak kept his focus dead on the massive circle of charred and ashed land. "Hold on." He began as he stuck a foot into it slowly putting it down. "Hmmm....". As he was about to put down his foot completely a small Imp popped up from the ash and began crawling quickly up his leg attempting to get to his head.


Evil seed, injected
Daemon freed, the calling
Demon Lord, master
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon


Kabak got the Imp off of him and wasted little time as to get running. He, however, stepped in the circle of ash and death which caused more and more Imps to chase after them. Soon hundreds upon hundreds of Imps were behind them all starving for blood.

Looking back, he noticed the Imps had caught up to him and he continued to run quickly.....

,,,,,,,,,,,,,Silence. Complete, absolute silence came upon the area. No rustling of the leaves, nothing. It was as if the sense of sound had completely left the world.

A few seconds later, it was as if a Lunar Eclipse began taking place. the light from the sun began to fade and in its place, shinning light that looked as if it came from the stars in space.

Kabak appereared with an uncountable number of Imps gathering all around him, ready to rip him to shreads but, it was if they had frozen where they stand. Inhaling fully, Kabak began picturing the Lunar Light gathering around his head. He exhaled slowly with an ieeeee sound attatched. Inhaling fully again, Kabak began picturing the light now gathering around his neck and upper chest. Exhaling slowly Kabak sounded out with an eeeeh sound attatched.

Kabak inhaled yet again and exhaled slowly while announcing an aaaaaaaah sound as he visualized the Light going into his heart and lungs and spreading through out his muscles and limbs, He then inhaled and exhaled slowly with an ooooooh sound attached as he imagined the light consuming his belly/stomach area. And finally he inhaled and exhaled slowly with an uuuuuuur sound attatched imagining the light consuming the genitelia/anal area.

He then did the same steps only going back up to the top of the head consuming his entire self in the Lunar Light that shined down from above...

Looking up Kabak saw that the light had taken the shape of a pentagram. Keeping his eyes on the sky, he walked in direct lines to the points of the pentagrams just as he saw them. At each of the points, Kabak stopped on each point then traced the pentagram with his eyes saying each of the Names: Samael, Lucifer, Satan, Azazel, and Leviathan.

Walking into the center of the pentagram, Kabak faced the two top points and spoke aloud but the words nor the sounds he made while enveloping himself in the light could be heard by Aya.

"Before me to my right, SAMAEL

Before me to my left, AZAZEL

Beside me on my left, LUCIFER

Beside me on my right, SATAN

Behind me, LEVIATHAN"

"About me flames the star of the BAPHOMET the ALL-Mother/Father!

Within me burns the Black Flame of vital fire" Kabak then put his together as if praying which caused the pentagram to grow brighter and brighter. "EXPEL!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled as loud as he could causing the pentagram to explode releasing all of it's built up energy. The entire circle became on massive 'mushroom' head of black flames causing a massive rupture with sound that returned the sounds of every action that took and will take place here. The flames devoured everything within the circle including Kabak. Having to concentrate entirely on the flames that consumed him and everything around him he dropped down to his knees from the amount of energy that had been expelled. "Lord Belial, beautifier, creator, and Master of the Earth, return this area back to it's original state of life before Death took it into it's fold...." He called out as he placed his head on the ground.

The flames reached high enough to the point that they crossed into space. After a few moments of immense pressure from the energy around him, the flames faded out as they began going into space to release the rest of the energy and the remains.

After the flames vanished the Lunar Eclipse hybrid started ending and allowing sunlight back in to feed the newly growing grass and small baby trees. "Thank you...........thank you....thank you....." Kabak whispered as he laid in the new life area.

He slowly got to his feet and walked over to where Aya stood. "To master darkness, you must train with the light as well......" He spoke those words softly as he came close to her. "How I wish I could change that......"

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 Run? As if.
Aya was surprised by the appearance of a hoard of imps, but was no coward. Nor did she doubt her own abilities. Chains shot from beneath her cloak, crushing the imps where they ran. Though there were hundreds upon hundreds of the little creatures, Aya had plenty of chains, and those chains could hit multiple targets with little effort.

Sharp teeth clenched, a wave of chains washed from her, smashing the horrid little creatures that came near to her, as well as trying to get a majority of those chasing Kabak.

What happened next was beyond her, and she could only watch on in wonder at the strange...well...whatever it was.

After it was all said and done, Aya watched Kabak approach. She took a few steps away from him as he came too close, her body language easily showing she did not want him near to her.
His comment did not go unnoticed either.
"Without light, there is no shadow." She stated softly, sick of his unfounded hatred for the 'light' side of things.
The sooner this was over, the better. Kabak unnerved her, and so did his powers.  
 
 
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The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so clear


Continuing on through the jungle, Kabak chose not to speak to Aya about the ritual that he had just performed, for he knew her thoughts on the darkness and figured that would just cause more problems than it would anything else.

"We are almost out of this forest so, do be ready face some very cold weather." Kabak said before taking a swig of water. "I do not know exactly where this church is, so, if we do get lost, please do not blame it entirely on me."

Kabak loved walking through the woods, it made him feel at home so to say. And now was no different. He felt as if he knew exactly where this church was and stayed on a straight path, moving around trees and other obstacles when necessary. "Aya, I know we are not on the best of terms right now but, do you think that maybe there is the possibly of us being.....neutral towards each other? Atleast for the time being?" He asked stepping over a fallen tree. "And if not, why?"
 
 
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 Aya was just as capable of keeping the silence as Kabak was. She obviously wasn't much of a talker. At least, not yet. She was still too wary to open up much to anyone, unless she was pissed at them.
As Kabak well knew.

At Kabak's first comment, Aya only nodded lightly, though he could not see it. She was still walking behind him. Though she soon moved to above him, winding her way through the branches of the trees. If Kabak felt at home, Aya was in paradise. In the trees or on the ground, the jungle was one place a kitsune had no trouble fitting in.

Small feet carried her quite gracefully over the slender branches, and she made sure to keep an eye on Kabak below as she followed.
Kabak's next comment was a bit more unexpected.

"I was not aware we weren't...neutral already." Was he calm response, no real emotion reflected in her soft voice.

 
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And out of the darkness the Zombie did, true pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear the devil would chop off their heads


As nightfall came near Kabak picked up his speed and began running to get as far as he could before they would have to stop for the night. "I thought from the events that took place in my house, we were on negative type grounds." He spoke as he now ran full speed. "There's a clearing up ahead, we should stop there for the night. It would would also give us time to get some food into us."

Coming to a walk Kabak looked around as he entered the clearing. He wanted to make sure nothing would come to interupt their sleep this night. "Perfect." He exclaimed coming to a halt. "This should be quite nice for a camping spot. Nothing to interupt us tonight." Kabak knelt down and touched the dirt with his hands. Seeing that it wasn't wet or damp he stood back up and began looking around to see what kind of tools they could use.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh" Kabak let out a moan as he began stretching. "Oooooooh yeah." Kabak bent backwards stretching out his back. "So much better." Finally coming back up Kabak took a seat on the ground and waisted very little time laying back to relax.
 
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 Aya easily kept the pace, jumping from the tangled branches of one gnarly tree to the next. That was the wonderful thing about jungles, the treetops were always very close together, if not extremely high off the ground.
But Aya did not fear falling. Her chains would easily catch her before she hit the ground.

"No, I just don't think I like you much. That doesn't mean I won't be neutral." She responded bluntly, though just as calmly as ever.
Well, she wasn't exactly being hostile.

Easily leaping from the trees at the clearing, Aya landed softly and gracefully upon booted feet. She glanced around the clearing as well with acute senses, but could find no immediate danger. That did not mean some would not find them in the night.
As light failed, Aya's eyes adjusted easily, allowing her the simple vision of night creatures. At least now she would not be blind in the dark.

Aya blinked slowly at Kabak's noisy stretching, before moving off to find her own place to sleep. It would not be in this vulnerable clearing, that was for sure.
So, she found a sturdy tree, and let her chains do the rest. Within moments she was again encased in a cocoon of chains, suspended in the center of the tree's branches.

 
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 Ears pricking in surprise at the sudden sounds that seemed so loud in the quiet jungle, Imberjh's chocolate brown eyes snapped open next. Or...at least, his left eye did. His right eye, on the other hand, was shielded by a crude black eyepatch, so what went on under there, or whether or not an eye even existed any longer, was known only to him. Blinking groggily, he was otherwise still as his ears strained and rotated, listening intently. He heard voices...or, well, a voice. But if he was hearing correctly, it sounded like there were more than one creature.

One in particular sounded really noisy.

Moving slowly, quietly, he unfolded his arms and rose from his knees, his back legs straightening first before he rose off his front knees.

Yes, back legs. Whoever said he was human?

On the contrary, Imberjh only half resembled a human, from his head down to his waist, and where his waist ended, a sturdy brown ram's body began. But, sturdy or not, he wasn't quite an adult, and it couldn't really be said that he looked "powerful", not yet, not by his kind's standards, though by the standards of other creatures...that was another story. Overall, though, he looked around the area of maybe sixteen or seventeen; he still had a lot of growing to do.

He was the very picture of a centaur...save the obvious differences in body type. Adding to his overall look, two ram's horns grew from his head, the left horn spiraling majestically along the side of his head. The right one, on the other hand, was missing, only a stump remaining, poking out just a little from his mass of shoulder-length brown hair. And, rather than human ears, he possessed the pointed ears of his animal counterpart.

Short tail flicking with slight nervousness, he looked toward the sound curiously and slowly, silently, crept toward it, just to see what it was, even though he knew he probably shouldn't, and his cloven hooves were amazingly quiet as he picked his way over leaf and twig. Yeah...he probably should just up and leave. After all, who knew what it was? But youth gave him confidence, and he was confident of his skills when it came to treading lightly. And fleeing quickly.

He only stopped when, peering cautiously between the trees, his one eye caught sight of a man laying back in a small clearing. One man. But...he could have sworn he'd heard more. Blinking, he immediately took to gazing more thoroughly about him, turning his head to peer about. After all, he only had the use of one eye; that left him with a pretty big blind spot on his right side. Which could in times be pretty unnerving.

Still, it was odd. What would a human be doing here, out in the middle of nowhere? Didn't they stick to their villages? Well, odd or not, Imberjh couldn't help but feel curious...if it was that strange sense of curiosity mixed with tension. Humans could be horrid...he knew that. But...he'd also never seen one this close before. All he knew was what he'd heard, which wasn't much, and was so varied it was hard to really understand.
 
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 After Aya got situated in her chains Kabak decided that he wanted a fire to keep him warm through the night. He walked slowly over to where the ram-boy approached. Not knowing this Kabak began taking down limbs and vines to supply as firewood. "Such a good bit of wood here, although I must be careful not to burn the jungle itself." He said to himself as he continued to gather.

Walking back to his spot with a massive handful of limbs Kabak set them down and begun digging out a small hole to put them in so the fire would not spread about. Lowering them down into the hole which came to five inches deep, Kabak took out a small bag of gun powder and sprinkled it on the pile. Taking out two knives, he struck them together to create sparks which lit the gun powder, which in turned lit the branches producing fire.

A smile came to his face as the fire began growing to a reasonable size for the hole. "So warm and nice." He spoke to himself as he put his hands over it to feel the heat more.
 
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 Aya groaned within her ball of chains, still able to hear every noise Kabak made. Why was he so noisy?? The fact her ears were many times more sensitive than his did not help the matter any.
She shifted within her bed of chains, jerking the hat down lower over her head as if to block out the noise of Kabak pulling away branches, and then making a fire.
Couldn't he just go to sleep?

However...the winds shifted suddenly. Though very light, a new scent easily filtered through the chains and straight to Aya.
Both eyes snapped open, and she sniffed carefully. That was a new smell...one she had never come across before.
Now on alert, the chains retreated silently, though how that was possible could only be explained by the unnatural.

Aya was soon darting through the tree tops towards the smell, petite body hard to spot in the darkness. As long as the moonlight and firelight did not illuminate her off-white cloak, she would be fine.
And then she saw it. Er...him. A....well....she wasn't sure what he was exactly. Some sort of taur it seemed...

Again her chains appeared, just as silent as before, and caught the branches around her. She was just above and off to the side of him, but much higher up and hidden.
But not for long.
Calmly, Aya lept from the tree and fell the heafty height, being as silent as possible. And that was very silent. Her chains caught her, and she was suddenly right next to the ram boy.
"What do you want here?" Aya hissed softly, feet touching the ground gently as the chains above controled her landing. They did not release the branches however, just incase she had to get out of there, fast.

 
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 Imberjh watched the human go about his business, blinking. He was so loud...were all humans that noisy and strange, talking to themselves like that? Weird...

And then, quite to his horror and surprise, the human made his way straight toward him, and Imberjh stiffened and froze instantly. Kabak came too quickly toward him for him to flee without being noticed, so he'd just have to trust in that age-old trick.

Fortunately, it seemed to work. The human gave no sign that he'd seen him as he tore down limbs and vines...even though Imberjh gave a slight twitch at something the man said. Burn down the jungle? Er...that was...comforting to know.

Relief washed over him as, finally, the man made his way back to where he'd come and began doing something that involved pouring some strange sand onto the pile of debris. Hmm...that was a strange way of making a fire. He couldn't see why the sand was needed, but...there must be some reason behind it.

Before long, Imberjh began to lose interest with the creature, and might have otherwise moved onâ€"he had no desire to linger around a creature that, from the sounds of it, was accident prone...he didn't want to get burned any day soonâ€"but something else found him first.

Something dropped down from the trees right next to him.

With an uncontrolled gasp of surprise, Imberjh, quite instinctively, reared with a start and leaped to the side, and a powerful leap it was, easily taking him a good ten feet or so away from the creature. Wheeling around and stomping one front hoof nervously, every nerve on edge, he was still poised and ready to flee on a moment's notice. In fact, the only reason he didn't flee was because the creature spoke to him...as though he were the tresspasser!

"I...I...live here..." he answered quietly, ears back as he warily eyed all the chains with wide eyes, and even went so far as to take a few steps backward.

 
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 Giving all his attention to the fire and it's beauty and splender Kabak didn't even notice Aya had moved until he heard the ram-boy jump.

Looking over into his direction, he caught a glimpse of the ram-boy and got him confused with the Dark Prince Satan.

"Satan?" He spoke out getting up to walk over to the taur. "Is that really you?"

Getting a better look at him, Kabak noticed that the ram was young, possibly a shell. Looking over him more he noticed that he did not look rather different than from what he had read in books. "Oh my Dark Lord, I have awaited thy arrival!" Kabak announced as he got down on both knees and bowed for the ram.
 
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 Aya crouched lightly as the Ramtaur reared, but was lucky as he bounded away and not toward her. She was still wary, but it seemed he was more afraid of her than she was of him. She eased up a bit at his response. Ah, that was understandable.
Her chains released their hold and fell heavily to the earth with a clatter, and she appeared ready to speak when...

Satan? Oh for the love of...
Aya frowned and sighed. So rediculous...
"Kabak. He is not Satan, he is some sort of Taur. So get off your knees." Chains whipped across the ground, wrapped around his midsection gently, and pulled him up before setting him on his feet yet again.

Aya then slowly approached the Taur, removing her hat to allow her Kitsune ears to show. She was just as much a creature of the earth as this taur was, and she wanted to make sure he knew it and did not mistake her for human.
"I am sorry then, for intruding. We will be gone in the morning, if our presence is not minded until then." She spoke softly, as she usually did. Her somewhat timid nature always showed when she spoke, and so did her natural gentleness. She didn't like to attack people if it could be helped.

 
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 Imberjh, focused on Aya as he was, didn't notice the approach of the human he had been watching until he was right in front of him. "W-what?" he exclaimed as the man spoke, and then dropped to his knees to bow in front of him! Blinking rapidly in confusion, his mouth slightly agape, Imberjh took a few more steps backward and folded his arms across his chest in a clearly uncomfortable manner, body turned slightly sideways. What was he talking about? Clearly, the man had him confused with someone else...

Imberjh gave a sudden start as that confused, startled thought made way for another. Wait, if this human was mistaking him for someone else...that could only mean he'd seen another ramtaur! He couldn't think of any other race that could possibly resemble his own rare one!

Opening his mouth to speak as curiosity and hope momentarilly overwhelmed his natural shyness, he closed it quickly as Aya again spoke. She was the only one he was really worried about, now; she was the one who had spooked him and had all those chains, whereas the male had practically grovelled to him. But, worry or not, he no longer was afraid of her; after all, she was the male's companion from the looks of it, and clearly the male possessed a great respect for his kind.

However, soon enough, even that worry was eased as Aya approached him, removing her hat and apologizing. And he could easily see the fox ears adorining her head. So, she wasn't a human, then...

"That is fine..." he said slowly, her own timid nature surprising him. That certainly wasn't the first impression he had gotten! "Your presence is not minded...you only startled me."

 
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 "But, if he is not Satan, then why do I hear a dark voice coming from him?" Kabak questioned as he was raised to his feet. "And that was fun, could you do it again?"

Looking over to the ramtaur now, he smiled quickly and gave a nod. "Perhaps you can accompany us as we head towards the Church of Aiwass in the Artic?" Kabak proposed as he looked back at his fire. "I'm sure the company would be nice for all of us."

Walking back to his fire, Kabak found a lying branch and poked it a few times to keep it going. Not wanting to add too much more wood to the pile, he carefully picked out a few small branches that would last through the rest of the night and placed them on.
 
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 Aya sighed and gave Kabak a bland look. "Because you're delusional. And...maybe some other time..."
He was so odd...he liked getting picked up and moved around by chains? Was it really so fun?
What a strange human...

Aya's attention was gladly averted back to the Ramtaur. She smiled very faintly and bowed. "My most sincere apologies. I've been a bit...jumpy lately."
That was an understatement...it was more like paranoid.
Straightening, Aya carefully replaced her hat, the fabric yet again covering her dainty fox ears.
"By the way, I am Aya Nightlark, and that strange human is Kabak."

Aya blinked rapidly and turned to face Kabak, even as he was walking away. One chain whipped out, grabbed him, and pulled him back by the midsection. "Kabak! What are you even thinking inviting him to go to some unknown church in the arctic??? Not everyone wants to get mixed up in spirits and magick!"
What on EARTH compelled him to even say that? Ugh...she would never understand that human...

 
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 Imberjh tilted his head slightly. Dark voice? He realized his voice was low and quiet, but...what did dark mean in relation to voices?

Shrugging it off as some human thing, Imberjh looked back to Aya. "I am Imberjh," he introduced softly before looking back toward Kabak and opening his mouth yet again to speak, to ask if this...church?...was where he had seen this other ramtaur. But then the man started away before he could form the words.

And Aya promptly dragged him back with her chains to begin scolding him. And he couldn't say he understood what the human was being scolded for. But, then again, he wasn't entirely paying attention. Shifting uncomfortably, he averted his eyes until the one-sided argument had passed. He'd never been one to be comfortable in comfrontational environments...

As the scolding came to a close, he looked back to the two, the swallowed and shifted again. "The both of you...you speak of this 'Satan' who looks like me?" he began uncertainly, looking down toward the ground where one cloven hoof pawed the soft earth absently. "Please...if you...if you have seen another like me, and are seeking him...I would like very much to know. And to go where he is."

He glanced back up, that one dark eye looking to both in turn. Clearly, he was apprehensive, and it showed through every tense hair on his body. After all, he didn't know these two! And this jungle was safe and secure, and all he'd known for ages. He wasn't so keen on leaving it. Nor was he too keen on the fact that, from what Aya had mentioned, their journey sounded as though it would be dangerous. And cold.

But...he wanted so much to find his lost brethren...

 
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 "Yes, there is another, that is who Satan is. He is any many myths and even a religious belief system is based off of his physical body." Kabak began to explain. "He is a very.....mysterious little devil. The church we are headed to has connections with him, in many ways."

"Weeeeeeee!" Kabak let out as Aya pulled him back with the chains. "That was fun, can we do it again?" Turning back quickly, Kabak kept a close eye on the fire he has going, making sure it does not get out of hand. "Hmm, perhaps we should keep moving on tonight, you could be our guide perhaps?" Seeing that the flames were dying down, Kabak thought it would be best to keep moving since they got pretty far during the day. "What do you think Aya?"

 
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 Aya got the worst feeling that what Kabak was describing, and what Imberjh thought he was talking about, were two entirely different things. But she didn’t want to point it out, already feeling like too much the angry vix. She didn’t want their new acquaintance to think that was how she always acted, for it wasn’t. Kabak just seemed to bring it out in her.
“Pleasure to meet you, Imberjh.�

The kitsune blinked a few times at Kabak’s apparent glee at being pulled around by her chains. He truly was odd... “Uh...perhaps some other time, Kabak...� She answered softly, again reminded how strange and unpredictable the human was. She sighed, realizing now the Ramtaur would risk following no matter what Aya might say, and Kabak seemed pretty set on it as well.
She hadn’t gotten nearly as much sleep as she might have liked, but it seemed everyone else was ready to get moving.
“Alright...� She murmured, if not a bit reluctantly. She was glad Kabak had asked her opinion on it at least. “I’ll keep an eye out for you both from the tree tops.�

With that, the chains appeared from within her cloak and shot up into the distance treetops cloaked in darkness. Within moments she too was making her way up, pulled by her unnatural chains and soon disappearing into the shadows above. She would make sure the two were not snuck up on, or heading for some unseen danger, if she could.

 
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 "You as well, Aya," Imberjh replied politely...before he was drawn to Kabak's description. And he couldn't help but arch his eyebrows at what Kabak described.

"...A...religious belief system? Myths?" he repeated, blinking large eyes slowly. Was this human serious? Imberjh himself paid no mind, really, to religion; it just wasn't of high importance to him, nor to any others of his kind. They were spiritual, rather, in their beliefs, an eclectic bunch with no unified belief system. To hear that one of their kind had become the basis for an organized set of beliefs was rather...surprising.

Nevermind belief system stuff! Hearing one of his kind had become the basis for a group of followers, whatever their title, was outright...well...just really, really weird.

"That is...interesting..." Imberjh answered slowly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. No wonder the human had grovelled to him! The idea of more humans, or any creature, actually, doing the same was an awkward, strange idea, to say the least. He hoped that didn't happen wherever they were going.

Add this new knowledge to the way the Kabak behaved when pulled around by Aya's deadly chains and, yes, Imberjh believed he had a reason to think him strange. He just couldn't understand it...

Then again, Imberjh wasn't really used to being around other people, either.

But, all that aside...it didn't matter. For all his apprehension, he wanted to go. And he was glad when he was invited.

"Thank you," he answered as he began to follow after the group. Or, rather, after Kabak, since Aya had vanished into the trees above. And the way she had done so had been...odd, as well. Her chains seemed to move of their own will! But Imberjh didn't want to inquire about it; he wasn't used to other people enough to speak unless he was spoken to, first, and besides...he didn't know them well enough, anyway. It might be rude. "I can guide you through this jungle, but after that...I cannot say I am very familiar with other areas..."

 
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 Watching Aya take to the trees Kabak walked slowly in front of Imberjh and looked up every so often to keep an eye on Aya.

"This is actually the first time I have ever seen one of your kind with my own eyes, it's quite a treat." Kabak spoke as he tried to keep his eyes forward as to not walk into anything that can cause bodily harm. "The Satan I spoke of earlier, I've only seen him in paintings and art pieces. Yet, it is quite possible for him to exist, after all, you did first remind me of him when I saw you."

Reaching an area he did not know, Kabak turned and smiled at Imberjh. "Remember how you said you could be our guide?" He chuckled a bit and looked back at the area. "Think you could lead us now?"  

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Steely eyes survey the landscape ambivalently. Home? It was merely a word. Home had lost its meaning to her long ago. The petite she-wolf picked her way down a narrow path, delicate paws testing each step. Too many a time had she fallen prey to poacher's traps and the like. Beneath midnight hued fur, scars littered her hide. The most prominent just beneath her right eye, fresh and pink, newly healed and a stark contrast due to its lack of fur.

Talon had been her name, it had been so long since she had been with others that she nearly had forgotten. Traveling had taught her not all spoke in tongue as they did back hom- There she went thinking again...What had become of her brothers? Her mother? She remembered being a pup. A vague memory, but enough to leave her heart aching in her chest for that feel of safety. Hanging her head, she slipped away into the underbrush.

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laying upon the cold earth her hair of brown slung around her face.. skin smooth and yet smudged with the dirt she lied upon.. the sun slowly shows its whole form as she starts to awaken.. still drowsy but slowly coming to.. she looks to the sky as eyes show brightly and yet hidden in her brown gaze.. standing she wipes at her nearly distroyed(sp?) dress.. still holding its shape she slowly starts to make her dizzy way to a store any where or to find her bag.. tired she collapses onto her knees once then slowly stands again.. her eyes closed as she caught her breath and looked to her hands.. covered in dirt she give a sigh of relieve.. "at least none died.." her voice was tender and at a whisper.. as she trailed on..
 
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The young elf stepped through the portal. It immediately vanished from behind him. He tested the foreign ground with his booted feet, shifting his weight and kicking at dirt clods. He checked the sky: the moon was full and high on its celestial pedestal. The wind blowing through his cloak was chilled and smelled of pine.

"Winter," he whispered. "LionHeart, I need my-"

He looked behind him. There was no horse. He turned fully around, his keen eyes searching in every direction. No horse.

"LionHeart! Silly animal!" He grinned, chuckling.

With a slight movement of his hands and a quiet incantation, the portal opened again. The regal head of a beautiful stallion appeared through the opening, chewing on a handful of hay. The elf smiled and grabbed the horse's bridle, acknowledged by a content whinny.

"Come on, you Lion," he said more firmly this time.

As the stallion begrudgingly stepped through and the portal again disappeared, the quiet whisper of a maiden reached the elf's ears. He hushed the stubborn stallion, and searched for the source of such a sound. Within moments, the girl came into his view. He managed to stop himself from cringing at the sight of her appearance. She had endured something terrible, and recently.

"Excuse me, madam," he said softly, approaching her. "Perhaps I can be of some help."
 
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Camarenth stayed off to the side, leaning against a tree and observing the scene. In the guise of a human male, about twenty-five years old (though he was a poor judge of the age of humans), he watched the woman and the elven man carefully. He did not think that the elf would harm her, but if he did, the dragon would step in to protect her, if necessary. In the meantime, he stood a bit away from the two, the stem of a pipe held between his teeth, smoke rising from it to wreathe his face.

Using a somewhat callused thumb to tamp down the smoldering tobacco, he considered the elf and the woman carefully. The elf's horse, too...hmm. Camarenth was a bit hungry, but not so much as to seriously consider eating the horse. The elf would probably protest to it as well, and could make things troublesome, as he apparently has magic. Camarenth thoughtfully took out a pen and started to write in a small journal as he contemplated the scene before him.

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Slade tugged on LionHeart's bridle as he stepped closer to the girl, but to his surprise, the horse would not budge. Without taking his eyes off of the girl, he let his fingers slip down the reins instead, getting a firm grip on them. But the stallion began to back up, yanking on Slade's arm. The elf finally turned to LionHeart to see what his problem was this time. The horse's once-calm eyes were rolling and he snorted anxiously through his flaring nostrils.

"LionHeart, what-" Slade began to ask. But just then, the elf sensed it, too.

We are being watched, he thought. And by something not quite human.

With a steady, reassuring hand, the elf stroked his stallion's face, trying to come up with a plan in the case of an attack. He looked to the girl to see if she had noticed anything wrong. Side-stepping, he made his way to the other side of LionHeart's saddle, near a pack in which was kept his trusty sword.  

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 Collanta grinned at the chance to tell the story.

"The Avian Stone, a jewel with extraordinary powers, was lost centuries ago. It has the ability, if used correctly, to control anything that flies, whether it is alive or not. Rumor has it that the jewel has been found again," Collanta blushed. "Actually, a fortune teller told me. She also told me to go to the Light Mage Village. Whether or not it is hidden there, I do not know."

Kielle ruffled her wings and shifted her weight to comfortably rest on Collanta's arm. The hawk watched the girl with protective black eyes.

"She...she said that the journey to acquire the stone will not be easy," the girl continued. "But that I need not journey alone. I do not ask you to accompany me for me. I ask you to accompany me for you. If the wrong people find the Avian Stone, you will be under their control."

Collanta stopped and thought for a moment. She nervously itched the back of her neck.

"Besides," she started. "You have the power to destroy it. So...what do you say?"
 
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 After she was finished her story of the Avian Stone, there was a movement in the woods, coming from somewhere behind Zeirne. The equine form had been standing stone-still, from the time the two were in the air, till just now. But now, she moved into view, showing herself. Right now, then dim light that flowed onto her coat made her look quite green. A faded kind of green. A long, ragged horn spiraled from her forehead, and her coat was a dull green-whitish colour, with several stripes interrupting it in places. But they couldn't be seen too well at the moment. The mane that fell down over her neck was slightly darker than the rest of her base coat colour, and that was all that could be told in this light.

Anyway, the being strode forth a bit towards the... fiery-winged humanoid, and the human with a hawk, then stopped, hesitating to approach. She didn't really care for humans, but, then again, she didn't really care for humanoids, either. The fact is, that neither had really done anything to push her either way. So she just stood there, and watched to see the reaction to her presence.

 
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 Tall audits flicked forwards at the sounds. Beyond the bushes were a gathering of humans and animals... Or so her nasals told her.

Her wolfen head shook, her shaggy golden fur adorning her shoulders and neck resettling. The short, sleek fur on her long body was glinting softly yellow in the light, the whole nine or so feet of her body, including the long tail, hunched down to peek through a hole in the thorny bushes.

A tentative paw-like hand touched the earth, the taut leathery pads that were on just her fingertips touching the earth.

She placed her arm into the hole in the bush and ripped it aside, tearing thorn, leaf and almost uprooting the entire bush with her swipe.

Er... Eheheh... Her mind nervously chittered.

She placed her long, thin and furred canid-like leg through the hole, then bent down and thrust the rest of her body through.

Her graciously furred face dipped hellwards, she aimed it up, eyes glinting by the light of the fire.
Nefer was a creature of grace, and politeness by nature.

Her beastlike hand reached up and touched her chest, as she bent her upper half, still crouched, in a bow.

Her ears flicked up, perceiving everything around her.

A ... Unicorn?
Nefer's eyes widened. Why... ... A being seemingly made from fire?

These were all mysticals. 'Freaks' like her. At last, she had found some at least like-minds.
No home, no place to go, wanderers. Strange ones.

Her wolfen head scanned the crowd as she stood up to her full height, towering above most, if not all, of the bipedals there.

Her frame looked so thin, so vulnerable. Her teeth clicked together shyly. Best to speak?

"I am Nefer." She managed. "Sorry to intrude."
 
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 Zeirne listened to the story, a bit distractedly. Part of him was absorbing everything the girl said, but the other part was growing extremely annoyed with the fact that she hadn't once shown a visible sign of fear. His wings twitched slightly, and the fingers of one hand drummed lightly on his arm. Very annoying, indeed. Didn't she know he could fry her right here, right now if he wanted to? It wouldn't take much at all, just a simple command, and he could make a bonfire out of her. Damned little defiant wretch!

Hr scowled slightly when she finished her tale, and cleared his throat. "So, what's in it for you, human?" he asked finally, scornfully, though for the moment he ignored the intense irritation building within him. And not all the irritation came from her--some of it was due to that fact that he was actually hearing her out. "Why do you care? What do you get out of this, eh? That is, if what you're saying is true. What proof have you, anyway, aside from your word?" His green eyes narrowed slightly. "The word of a human is useless. I need something more...substantial, you understand?"

Yet, before he could get an answer out of her, a sound behind him made him whirl around in surprise...and his face darkened slightly when he saw it was a Unicorn. Wonderful. The epitome of pure would have to walk in on him when he wanted to play with humans.

Gragh. Damn it all. While in the presence of a Unicorn, he couldn't kill. Or maim. Or do any other such entertaining, related act...

There wasn't a law, or even anything written in stone, that said that. Hell, and even if there was, he certainly wouldn't pay attention to it. Rather, in this case, Zeirne acted entirely out of superstition.

But, oh no...it didn't stop there.

Moments later, a wolf-like creature came out into the clearing...and Zeirne could have groaned out loud. Argh! Why was everyone suddenly so attracted to this particular area? Why now? Couldn't they wait?

As the wolf-creature spoke and introduced herself, Zeirne shot her a withering glare, "Yeah? You should be..." he growled, crossing his arms huffily.

Why couldn't people just leave him alone when it was plainly obvious that he wanted to make a kill?
 
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 A sullen look came over the wolfen one's face.
"We are proud creatures." She said quietly, barely above a whisper.
"It is in my nature to be polite. It is not in my nature to be forgiving."

She sensed this being's wont to cause death. She could feel it crawling, pulsing through...

"I apologise for wandering in like this." The previous astonishment was indeed gone from her attitude.
"I had been looking for people ... and animals ... such as yourselves for a while now."

Her teeth glinted in the low light. Ah, how it paid to have been eavesdropping.
"Now what is this about a crystal?"
 
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 Collanta narrowed her eyes as Kielle did the same. "The crystal of which you speak is the Avian Stone. With the right magic, it can control the minds of anything that flies."

The blonde girl turned sharply to face Zeirne again. "And, by the way, there is this thing called love. If the Avian Stone isn't destroyed, I could lose Kielle. There is a bond between us that none can break...except strong, dark magic."
 
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 Zeirne rolled his eyes dismissively at Nefer's words, and probably would have made some other heated remark, but then she spoke up to Collanta.

He ignored most of what Collanta said, having already heard it before--and not feeling the least bit convinced. However, as to her final comment...

His gaze immediately snapped back to the girl...and his eyes narrowed to bright green slits as she spoke, his lip raising slightly in disgust to bare beast-like canines. Despite himself, his body had stiffened defensively at her words, and it showed in his suddenly taut muscles. Truth be told, if it wasn't for the Unicorn's presense, he would have attacked her right then. In fact, it was a struggle not to.

"Love, huh?" He repeated the word scornfully, voice obviously very tightly controlled as he walked slowly over to her, stopping directly in front of her to peer down into her face. "Heh...like most humans, you know nothing. You'd be surprised by just how easily the bonds of love can be broken. No magic involved, only pure emotion. I can give you the recipe, if you like. You'd be surprised at how closely related love is to hate. The two share many common ingredients."

A grin slowly replaced his scowl, though his eyes never changed. "Death can also break such bonds."
 
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 Tachnically, Aislynn was not a unicorn. Well, only part. The other half happened to be Kelpie. Though she looked enough like a Unicorn, what with looking like a horse, and a horn growing from her head...

She stepped forward, pausing only when the winged thing tensed on the subject of 'love'. This was getting to be rather amusing to her. So, she continued to walk towards them, then went to the side, to go around the humanoid.

"Death, eh? Never gone beyond the grave, have we?"

She spoke quietly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she looked at them with her eyes, that actually, seemed to be the same greeny colour as her coat.

 
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 Zeirne's dark grin pulled into an amused smirk when the Unicorn came around to speak to him, and he could have laughed aloud at the comment if he still wasn't so pissed. Oh my...that was a good one...

The look he gave the Unicorn was patronizing, to say the very least. Just because he wouldn't kill or maim around a Unicorn didn't mean he couldn't--and wouldn't--be disrespectful, and even downright cruel, to it and others. "Obviously, you know very little about Phoenixes," he replied wryly. "Our very existance is based around the continuous cycle of life and death. And, as a matter of fact...I have been 'beyond the grave'--I'm a Phoenix. We die every five hundred years. And this 'beyond the grave' thing is nothing to get excited about, I can tell you that."

Truthfully, he actually couldn't remember anything after the flames consumed him and death came...but, then again, his statement really wasn't a lie. For him, it was nothing special...and if it was, he certainly couldn't remember it.

"And how about you, since you seem to know so much?"
 
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 Be disrespectful? What on earth was respect there for other than hierarchy? For Aislynn, there was no hierarchy, and therefore, no respect was needed. His statement on death only seemed to make that grin of hers widen ever so slightly, if indeed a grin it was, as she was a horse, and she technically couldn't grin too effectively. Oh, but there really was no other word for it. This was the grin that the Cheshire Cat may have displayed, where he in this situation, full of mischeif, though hers would seem to be a little more maniacal than that of the pink-striped feline.

"No kelpie in their right mind hasn't visited the other world often."

But, then again, a question could be posed, was she in her right mind? Perhaps her left. Either way, she had been there, usually after every kill, she was granted entrance to the other realm, but she always came back, for the thrill of being alive and taking life.

 
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 Impertinent little..! Nefer's hackles rose with her mind's voice, unconsciously letting out a quiet growl.
How dare he treat her like some pup fresh out the den! Did he not know that...
Quiet yourself, Nefer. Her mind chimed once more.

Ah, living alone had its benefits. After a while your mind decided you shouldn't be so alone, and it developed and split into another half that stayed relatively quiet except to speak to you once in a while.

She started, just a quick jolt, towards the being, her long, clawed foot tensing in preparation to accept her weight -- but stopped herself. More... The voice, stopped her.

Just be quiet. Just go, your presence is not wanted here. Don't ever fool yourself into thinking that they care, Nefer. None of them do. None but me. I care for you. They are not happy to see you.

Nefer hated that voice, it stopped her! Oh, it taunted, it teased, it tortured! A soft whine escaped her as she touched her skull, her jaws clicking.

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Can't you see I'm trying to listen!? She screamed back at it.

Ah but in the end there was only the voice and her, and there was only listening to it. What else was there to do? A stone with great power, discussion of love, and nobody who took her seriously.

It was true, she had used to be a proud creature, but she'd long since forgotten how... Her words were in truth, somewhat hollow, like her. A shell. She'd been cast off in the woods and growing up for so long, she just couldn't remember... How long was it... 100 years now? Give or take a decade... When her near-infantile body was cast out with the rest of the garbage.

Ah, no, no sympathy needed here. The Voice gave that to her. The voice Nefer called Apep.




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 ...Kelpie?

She was a Kelpie? Not a Unicorn? ARGH! Did he feel like an idiot for mistaking her! Then again, if she was a Kelpie, then she was a sea creature, and Zeirne didn't particularly care for water. Not the it physically hurt him--only water magic did that--but...eh...he shared a dislike for water in the same way the typical cat did.

Oh well. His shock at his blunder didn't last long, for in the next instant, he was positively thrilled! Hah! There was no Unicorn here, so those few rules no longer applied!

What a relief.

He didn't seem to have been paying attention to whatever else the Kelpie had said--at least not after she mentioned that she was a Kelpie...everything else, as far as he was concerned, was unimportant--and so his attention quickly wavered over to Nefer, who seemed to be having some, ah, issues. He raised an eyebrow slightly at her, then shrugged. Oh well. No concern to him. His business was with the humans.

Ah yes...where was he?
 
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 She watched the one who had introduced himself as a phoenix start to lose interest in her. Typical, she wasn't that interesting, was she? Just a green horse with a horn, nothing to look at... She thought about mentioning that she was only half kelpie, but, thought better of it. What they don't know can't hurt them, right? Ehe, perhaps not, but, in this case, maybe.

She stayed quiet, watching what happened between the phoenix, wolf, and human. This was getting rather boring...


 
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The boy had certainly not liked the sound of the Avian Stone and was all set to join in to destroy it. He hated being controlled. And it wouldn't be good for any of his species. Akila included, and Sako and his own twin! There wasn't really much of a choice in his mind. He just had to help. But there was also the trifling matter of fire wings over there. He couldn't really leave Paris to the likes of him, or leave any innocent to him.

And then the horse creature had come in and Latre could feel some of the anger and fear being drawn away and his power flickering and the black power fading away as his curiosity took over. Here was something interesting! Not that he'd never seen such creatures, but there were more beings coming around, and that was always interesting.

So his eyes faded back to their normal bright emerald green and the young teen opened his mouth to say something. Then a strange female that looked a bit like a wolf entered and he was gaping. This he hadn't seen before. He'd seen wolves twice as tall as himself, but never a humanoid with wolf features. In fact, the most anyone got were claws and once in awhile fangs. He, in fact, got neither, but instead was one of the special few who had a unique bond with the canine species near them that was a lot like wolves except a lot bigger. He had a keener sense of smell, and as the fire winged creature had heard earlier before he'd dived after him, he made a few similar sounds.

It was understandable in that case, that the teen would be awed by the wolf humanoid, and said nothing for the longest time. It didn't mean he didn't hear anything, and he almost choked on the fact that fire wings was a phoenix. That was a phoenix? Somehow he'd have thought they'd be... nicer. Death and rebirth must have made this one murderous. The teen shook his head again, confused by everything. The Avian Stone didn't sound nice, however, and the green-eyed boy fluttered his wings nervously and turned his attention to the new human, landing in front of the bush he had been protecting.

"Excuse me miss, I don't know about anyone else, but I certainly would like to keep my freedom. Besides, an adventure seems just the thing right now. I'd be glad to leave with you and find this stone, if not for the fact that mister I-like-to-throw-fire over there will probably kill the boy the second I step away." After saying his small piece, he turned to the apparent kelpie who looked like a unicorn and the wolf humanoid.

He'd been rather rude, ignoring them like this. "And hello... everyone. I'm Latre Trisne. Nice to meet you all. " He looked at the wolf creature again, glancing at her admiringly. "We don't have any wolves that have hands. We do have some wolf like creatures that are really big. One day, if I live that long, which is debatable according to my sister when she's in a bad mood, I'll bond to one of them. What are you?"

Jumping quickly from his favored topic of the canines at home, he asked a simple question. After all, it was no use thinking of the small little pups that were being born in his homeland around this time. This Avian Stone was a more immediate puzzle, but as everyone seemed to be fighting, it seemed to him it couldn't get much more chaotic.
 
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 The boy almost jumped out of his skin when the female voice calling about an 'Avian Stone' echoed from behind him. He fought the urge to look in her direction, keeping his eyes on the two winged people above him, and still trying to listen in on their conversation.

As the red winged one swept down, Paris' eyebrows rose. Now what? He came close to the bush, said something about a rat problem and then went off to speak to the woman that talked about the Avian Stone thing. He peered out of the bush slightly, tilting an ear towards the two so he could hear what they were talking about. The Avian Stone thing, a gem that could control flying things? How many not-real things were really real! Just yesterday he would have thought the idea of a gem that could control birds a somewhat neat, but overall unnatural thing. But, now that he knew that there were such things as faeries, winged people, and little flying suns, the idea of a gem that could control winged creatures didn't seem like that far of a stretch. If these things were real, then why didn't anyone tell him so? It was either magic wasn't real, or magic was bad. So far both seemed to be pretty bogus...

A moment later another creature was added to his list of 'real things'. He'd seen horses before, and got riding lessons, but a green horse? With a stick on its head? That was a new one on him. Some guards had pointed sticks like that on the ends of their muskets, was the green horse's stick like theirs? Did she have a gun hidden under that mass of mane?

The wolfen humanoid was yet another addition. A person that had dog parts. He stared, she was so big too. He'd never seen a dog or a human get that big before, maybe being a dog/human made her really, really big. Since most of the conversation was strange to him he looked from the red winged person, to the green horse, to the doglike woman.

When Latre landed he gave the black winged boy most of his attention. One thing in particular caught his attention, Mister I-like-to-throw-fire-over-there killing 'the boy' once Latre stepped away. 'The boy'? Latre wouldn't be talking about himself, the red winged person was a little too big to be a boy, the Avian Stone woman was just that - a woman, the horse was a horse and the doglike woman was a woman too...

Err... that left him. Paris' eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, walking out of the bush and standing in front of Latre. He planted both little hands on his hips and glowered at everyone in front of him. "They better not," he fumed, using a this-is-not-up-for-debate tone that most adults used when talking to a child. "Or my father will give them the axe."
 
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Zeirne glared at Latre as he came to join them. Huh. And he had almost forgotten about the pest.

"Damn straight I'll kill the rats...you here or not..." he grumbled to himself, though he made no move to go after neither Paris nor the other human woman. He was mad with hatred, but he was no fool, and he knew when he was outnumbered. There were too many creatures here, and most of them seemed bent on preserving the humans, and even seemed interested in them. Well, interested in the bitch, at least.

Idiots.

But he was patient. There'd come a time when the humans would be left unattended. He could wait. He hadn't yet come across a human in the woods that he'd let live, and he didn't plan on starting such a trend.

Then the little rat came over and said his piece...and Zeirne burst out laughing.

"Oh, really? How utterly frightening. Now, tell me...how will your father know who to axe if he can't even find your body?" he asked casually, glancing down at Paris with a cold grin.
 
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 Paris' eyes narrowed when the red winged person began laughing. His return threat neatly answered the question of who wanted to kill him. Maybe that's what he and Latre were talking about.

Besides narrowing his eyes and the occasional flutter of his nose as he breathed, the boy didn't move. As soon as the red winged guy finished talking he was thinking. Why did he want to kill him? Did he have issues? Sometimes issues made people want to kill others for no real reason. Virgil was always saying that one of the town captains had issues, and that was the one that kept killing people. His father had a name for the guy too...

"Why do you want to kill me?" his eyes narrowed a little more. "Do you have issues?"
 
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 Odd orbs flicked from each of the new ones to the speakers.

Apep had silenced. One day, she knew, Apep would disappear, but for now... She decided not to think of it, it would only bring Apep out, talking again.

She turned her wolfen head to the one who was gawking at her.
"Err... Hello. I am Nefer... I'm a lycanthropoid... Means I can change shape between two forms at will. I'm basically like a werewolf, except I'm fully conscious in both forms and such. Yeah..."

"I've heard of Kelpies before. Never thought I'd see one." She said. She had been crouching, and she stood on two powerful legs and walked over to the Kelpie, looking at her. She stayed a good distance away, however. It was never a good idea to come too close to a stranger.

She caught a sense of something else canid in the area, and turned her head, muzzle gently testing the air. It was... The one who had been looking at her? Nefer curiously tilted her head and stepped in the boy's direction.

She let herself crouch and shuffle over to him. Perhaps it she appeared shorter than him she would not be so amazing.

"Hello." She said to him, looking up at him, audits pricked curiously, neck craned. Odd eyes glowed, one blue, the other yellow. She sat.

 
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 Wow, this was starting to get a little more exciting, now wasn't it? The kelpie-unicorn thing looked with mild interest at the others who seemed to walk up to this little gathering. Shaking a few obscure green-ish bits of mane from her view, before she realised that one of the humanoids was actually addressing herself and the wolf thing.

"Hello."

 
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Latre almost snorted at Paris' question. It did seem like the phoenix did have issues sometimes. He narrowed his eyes at the fire-winged man, his wing fluttering. He didn't like the look in the phoenix's eyes and he was suddenly wishing Paris had stayed hidden for a little longer. Fire was dangerous to play with, and even more dangerous when it was sentient and grumpy.

Keeping one eye on Paris and the phoenix man, the young teen pushed down any quivers he might feel at the thought of having to use his powers to fight off fire wings if it came down to it. He turned to Nefer, the awe dimming down slightly as she explained, though the thought of such a creature still seemed amazing to him.

Latre nodded at the Kelpie's greeting, apparently it wasn't very talkative. He didn't mind, someone didn't have to be talkative to be nice. Instead the black haired boy again found himself looking upon the lycanthropoid who was shuffling in his direction again, this time crouched down shorter than him.

He blinked as he saw her eyes and tilted his head slightly. It must be because of both forms. Her human eyes must be blue, and her wolf yellow. He nodded to himself. It made sense to him. He returned her greeting. "Hi Nefer. So how did you come to be here? I flew."

He had indeed flew, following his sister, at first the remnants of her scent, then following the reactions of people who had seen her before she entered this land. It hadn't been hard; apparently some people thought it was odd for a young, apparently human, female to be wandering alone.

 
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 Zeirne's grin broadened in amusement at Paris' question, once again baring his sharp canines. Heh...the brat was pretty sharp. For a human pest.

"You could say that, whelp. I have issues with humankind, yes." He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head to one side, not seeming to mind as his red-orange bangs fell into his eyes. "Nothing personal, nothing against you. You see, I hate all humans equally. Hrm...well...then I guess it is something against you personally, actually..."

His wings twitched slightly, and he pulled them in tighter along his back. Argh...the brat was within lunging range, and he could do nothing until he had an opening big enough to be able to grab him and go. And that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. Stupid traitorous humanoids...

How frustrating.
 
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 Paris' attention was momentarily drawn away from the red-winged guy when he saw the green horse speak from the corner of his eye. The horse...talked....woah.

Though, when Red-Winged began talking his attention was drawn back. Red-Wings...didn't hate him he hated all humans so that meant that he hated him. A suspicious eyebrow perked over one of Paris' narrowed eyes and he began to tap a foot, because it felt like he should be tapping his foot about now. Red-Wings' explanation sucked. How could you hate something, tell someone that they didn't hold anything personal against them and then say that because they hated that something they hated the someone. It didn't make any sense. Magic and winged people and dog people and talking green horses made more sense then that.

And the, what was the word, bastard called him a whelp too. Maybe if he used some of his father's words he might get a little more respect. Paris' narrowed eyes became a full scowl and he pointed an accusing finger at Red-Wings' head. "You don't just have issues, you're f*cked up in the head!"
 
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 As it was, Zeirne had been looking for a means to attack the brat, for the slightest distraction...anything that would give him room to successfully destroy the little rat. Just looking at the human aggravated him, and even sickened him. But when Paris pointed at him and said that...

Oooh...that did it.

Screw waiting for the right moment! He was taking the bastard down now!

A snarled "F*ck you!" was the only warning he gave before he drew his wings in tight to his body and threw himself at Paris, body a fiery streak. He didn't care how many people were around him. He would disembowel the little sh*t before anyone even realized what had happened!
 
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 At the sudden action, the kelpie jerked her head back to avoid that fire streak that seemed to leap at the little child, after the exchange of some rather interesting vocabulary. Ears pricked forward and a rather malicious expression was put on her features. Oh, goodie, this was amusing. Wonder how to further aggravate the phoenix...

At this thought, a number of sub-thoughts came to mind...

Well, we shall see what happens.

 
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 For a split second as Red-Wings cursed back at him and drew his wings in, Paris wondered if maybe...it hadn't been a good idea to say just that. Even if it did fit.

When the winged man jumped at him however the thought popped cleanly out of his head and two seperate urges took over the boy's train of conscious: the human instinct to run from danger, and his own stubborn logic that the obviously confused creature wouldn't go through with the assault. Instinct won and sent a dizzying surge of adrenaline through his veins.

Paris turned and ran - into Latre. The excess momentum from the collision sending him back to the ground on his rear end.
 
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 Latre had ended up gaping at the child and fire-winged man as they exchanged insults, and had found himself frozen when the phoenix launched himself at the child, watching in horrified fascination. Only when the boy had ran smack into him, causing him to sway slightly, did the teen jump into action. Literally jump, as he sprang in front of the boy, in between him and the fire wings, his eyes and hair both glowing black with mixed fear and anger.

The black energy had appeared by his hands again, but the boy didn't know what to do with it. He simply let out a wolf like snarl and crouched in preparation for the fire wings to attack him. Fear was making him tremble and as the streak of red came closer Latre lifted his hands in a protective gesture, warding against the evil phoenix.
 
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 Zeirne was closing in, about ready to quite literally tear into the kid, when another shape lunged in front of his target. One that at first he didn't recognize, and was prepared to plow through, as well, until...

"What the--!?"

Snapping his wings open and digging his heels into the ground to slow his speed and gain control, he quickly leaped to the side to avoid Latre and his ball of ominous energy--and nearly toppled over onto his face in the process.

Geez! That had been close...in so many ways, too. He had been so close to killing that stupid human kid! Argh! Stupid winged-boy with his stupid ball of energy. If only he knew what that energy was, if it was dangerous to him or not! But he had not a clue...and in his weakened state, he wasn't quite up to taking too many risks.

Not yet, at least.

Panting slightly from exertion--another sign that he was not yet fully recovered from his recent death and rebirth--he turned and glared daggers at Latre and cursed venomously under his breath, but made no other move to attack.
 
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 Shouldn't the red winged guy be on him about now? Paris drummed up whatever remained of his courage and looked behind him. He saw, black wings... Latre?

Seeing Latre in front of him made the boy feel lighter, almost like he could fly himself. It made him feel dizzy, dizzy enough to flop on his back. He blinked and rolled over so he could see Latre and the red winged man. Red wings looked angry... Maybe it'd be a good idea to stick around Latre while Red wings was around.
 
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 The winged boy blinked a few times, staring at the phoenix. So, he was alive then? Latre would've collapsed in relief if he didn't suspect the fire-winged man would immediately attack either him or the younger boy behind him. The rush of adrenaline and fear gone, the strange glow stopped. His eyes stayed the eerie black they had been as Latre stood tensed, some of the energy still gathered around his hand.

"Paris? Are you all right?" The boy didn't dare look behind him to check out the boy. No, his eyes were staying firmly fixed to the scary and very angry phoenix. Even he knew you didn't take your eyes off something that dangerous. Of course, that was usually for animals, but Latre was sure it was for opponents with red wings and dangerous fire at their command as well.

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 Stupid, stupid black-winged kid! From the looks of it, he'd blown his chance and wouldn't get another for a long while--until either the kid dropped his guard, he recovered...or another human came onto the scene, of course. Or, until Zeirne himself left--which was unlikely, given his streak of stubborness.

For now, he simply folded his wings, anger boiling down to feigned disconcern, like a proud cat that had just made a complete fool of itself but didn't want to let on that it bothered it.

"Of course he's alright, you twit," he grumbled as Latre fussed over the brat. Okay...so, he wasn't quite able to pull off that whole nonchalant thing, after all.
 
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 Paris opened his mouth to answer Latre's question when Red Wings answered it for him. How rude! And he called Latre a twit. How was Latre a twit when Red Wings was the one that got knocked back on his butt?

"I'm fine," Paris chirped as though he merely fell while running too fast. "He's not though," he continued, glaring at Red Wings and pointing at the man. Maybe this Red Wings was like Virgil, always angry and annoyed about something. As long as Latre would step to his defense he could antagonize this guy like he did with Virgil at home. And that thought brought on an epiphany, clearing the glare from his face and replacing it with one of surprise.

If he could find people that were just like the ones that were at home, did he even need to go home?
 
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Watching what went on, she was getting rather bored. Ears twitched slightly, out of boredom of course, she figured that she might as well stay out of the way, and watch from a place where she was less inclined to intrude, or be inadvertantly attacked, like, say, on the sidelines. Turning, she was confronted by a tree, so she strained her neck up to avoid knocking her horn against it, and went around, to a more suitable place.

 
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 Green eyes flickered back and forth from Paris towards the phoenix. The teen really had no idea what exactly he was going to do now, but he did take offense at being called a twit. "I'm not a twit. Your just angry. What is your problem, anyway?"

Hadn't he asked that before? Probably, but huffing the question at him let off some stress as he glanced at Paris. "Paris? Do you really want to stay here?"

He could, probably, get them out of there. or at least try. There were plenty of other people for fire wings to bother. He briefly noticed the kelpie to one side and was glad, at least, that there was one creature who didn't have to get involved in this pointless fighting. Stalemates, even he knew, sucked. As long as he had powers to fight with he'd protected the boy who had so suddenly become his charge. No, not exactly his charge... He was his friend, even if they had just met and there were years of difference between them. He had promised to help the child and he would, no matter what some arrogant jerk of a phoenix thought about it.

A new rush of confidence and determination ran through him and his eyes were flecked black as he kept guarded eyes on the man, tense and standing protectively near the younger boy.

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Zeirne's green eyes jerked back to Paris, meeting him glare for glare. "Oh, shut up," he growled sharply before looking over toward Latre. "None of your business. And yeah. You're a twit."

Yes, he was angry. He was irritated. Not just because of the stupid brats, but because they were stupid brats! The little whelps were actually keeping him at bay, and he knew it. And that was what was really irritating. He was too weak yet to take chances...and that meant he had to avoid tangling with a type of magic he didn't know the properties of. Which in turn meant being intimidated by some child.

No. Not intimidated. He wasn't intimidated. He was just playing safe and smart. You don't mess with something you don't understand unless you're confident you're healthy enough to deal with the consequences.

And what was more...all he could really do was resort to insults. Which was pretty childish in and of itself, but he was too aggravated to really care.

Of course...he could just leave. Or let them leave. This wasn't really going anywhere. At all. One stupid human...meh. It didn't matter.

But, unfortunately, this was no longer about Paris, really. More a matter of stubborness and pride. If he let them go...that'd be admitting defeat. To frickin' children. Yeah, that'd be a hefty blow right there. And yet he didn't dare attack the one kid yet.

This whole thing just sucked. He hated stalemates.

Hmm...maybe a different approach.

"What the hell are you, anyway?" he asked suddenly, glancing at Latre, though he didn't move from his spot. Aggitation was still easily noticeable, but he seemed a little...calmer. "You sound like a bloody dog, but have wings like a carrion-feeder, a crow." He raised an eyebrow slightly. If he could provoke him into telling him about him, maybe he would also be able to get a view into his strengths and weaknesses. He was a kid, after all. Kids liked to talk.

 
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 "You can't make me," Paris said matter-of-factly after Red Wings demanded silence.

Red Wings' fear, he guessed it was fear, of Latre made the boy bold. If he was going to keep saying mean things than Paris would say mean things right back, it was only fair. And it was kinda fun.

Paris looked up at Latre after he was addressed. Leave? There could be a lot to see, but right now he wanted to see just how angry Red Wings could get. "Why should we go? Red Wings came after us, he should leave."

Paris then looked back at Red Wings and smiled smugly.
 
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 Latre bristled at the phoenix's words, fighting against baring his teeth like a threatening (or threatened) wolf. A dog? He thought he sounded like a dog? That no good, stuck up, demanding ba- jerk! He winced as even when they weren't near he could feel his sisters' and their friends tearing into him for almost swearing. Even days of travel away from them he couldn't swear. Stupid girls.

Back to the phoenix, he'd said his wings were like carrion eaters! A crow? Latre actually did snarl this time and he wished he had claws like his sister. He'd tear that insulting... prick! apart. "It's wolf, you moron, and just because my wings are black doesn't mean they're like those worthless crows. Plenty of raptors have black wings you know!"

His eyes were flashing into black quickly and he knew he was growling so like the wolves he was one day supposed to bond. "And I am a Sentrian. Tshaalkan to be exact. Not that an ignorant bird like you would know what that was!"

Latre was fuming still. Most of the time he was a sort of polite young teen, but that guy had said he sounded like a dog. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't like those mutts who trotted along at the heels of whoever fed them. He was going to bond one of the giant wolves of their land, and had some of their attributes. They were wolves! Wild and free and much stronger than a common pet!

He turned glowing black eyes onto Paris, not even realizing how angry he was. He attempted to keep his temper away from the boy, especially when a nearby branch gave a hearty crack and split in two. Well, that wasn't his fault, surely. He couldn't be that angry. That there was black mist around his hands again was barely noticed.

He sighed at the question, the anger radiating from him being shoved down and the wisps of black energy that had been traveling around him slowly disappearing. Which was good. No more destroying things, which seemed to be one of the few things his power was good at. Healing he could do, if not as well as his twin, but he was better at battle things, despite the fact he was nearly always too scared to act immediately.

"Maybe, but didn't we want to go find your family?" Latre queried the boy more to give himself time to calm down than really wanting to leave at the moment. No, he'd been insulted and the most animalistic part of him was trying to tell him that he didn't need claws to tip out the fire user's throat.
 
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 "Wanna bet on that, whelp?" Zeirne growled at Paris' matter-of-fact statement. And then he scowled at his smug smile. Argh...the brat knew! After all, you didn't badger someone who couldâ€"and openly wanted toâ€"rip you apart unless you were confident you were secure! Or...unless you were a complete dumbass.

Looking over the kid irritably, he began to reason that the latter was probably truest.

However, his attention was, once again, drawn away from the human-brat as, to his delight, his words struck a chord with the winged boy.

Smirking, Zeirne gave a shrug. "Wolf, dog, same difference. Both suffer from mange and fleas, do they not? Though pets are a bit cleaner...not that a mutt like you would know. Ah, but I see I've struck a chord...interesting...guess there must be some truth to it, then," he mused, his own aggravation dying away with amusement at the boy's own anger. Heh...this was rather fun, actually. Not quite as fulfilling as slaughtering humans and the like, but, oh well. He could make do with other forms of entertainment. "Yes...many birds have black wings. Crows. Ravens. Vultures. Carrion-feeders, all of them. Your point?"

Smiling, he listened as the kid announced his species name, and gave an indifferent shrug. He was quite curious, actually...he wanted to know what that was. But he wouldn't let onto that. "Sentrian...no, I wouldn't know of that. But, the trend seems to be that lesser species don't like to be known...lest they be wiped clean of the Earth."

A branch suddenly gave a loud crack, split in two, and Zeirne glanced over toward it, then smirked and looked back at Latre. Hmm...that same black mist was around his hands again...since there was nothing around to have caused that branch to crack, Zeirne immediately linked the two.

"Mm...angry, are we?" he asked musingly, flashing white fangs in a grin. Was that all his magic did? Snap small objects? Hrm...he supposed he'd find out if the kid got any angrier. But he wasn't worried anymore, really. Weak or not, his usual careless streak was starting to return.

 
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 Paris kept smiling and crossed his arms.

Then Latre and Red Wings started talking about some... confusing stuff. Somehow animals were involved, at least that was what Paris was able to pick out. He was so wrapped up in trying to get what they were saying that the first none confusing thing to pass through his mind - Latre's question to him - was given a blank 'ok' and promptly filed for later consideration.

Paris was knocked out of his thoughts when the tree branch snapped. He started, shook his head a bit and looked at both winged people. Latre seemed highly annoyed, Red Wings seemed amused. Not good, if Red Wings wasn't scared of Latre then he'd be able to say all the mean things he wanted. It wasn't fair, he was bigger and had wings. Red Wings should find someone else to bother.

Wait... Red Wings had dog teeth. Confusing, why would Latre be insulted when a dog called him a dog? Maybe he didn't want to be like Red Wings? Paris didn't want to be like Red Wings. Magic users were so confusing, maybe that was why no one was allowed to do it back home, no one wanted to be confused out of their mind.

Paris shifted his weight toward his right leg and looked away from Latre and Red Wings. Though, every once in a while he'd shift an eye over in Red Wings' direction.
 
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 Latre clenched his fists at his side and growled deep in his throat. "I'm not a mutt. Wolves are wolves! They don't have mange or fleas!" Seething, the teen wished he'd learned more about manipulating his given energy before leaving. He knew how to use it as a weapon, that was instinct, and to heal, or at least give energy, and if he really focused, maybe even make a barrier. Right now he was wishing he could manipulate it into the water element and throw it at the smug burnout.

He quickly shut up as the fire wings continued talking and he clenched his teeth together, his acute hearing catching every word. His eyes closed and the mist turned into smooth orbs in the palm of his hand as his fists unclenched. Latre breathed and tried to focus inwardly. He shouldn't be letting this nothing get to him. His sister had always said he should never let his powers out of control. That was the best way to lose a fight.

A fight... Glowing black eyes opened, barely hearing Paris's ok as he raised his hands and tilted his head, snarling awfully like a wolf. Tenaciously he clung to the last bits of non-instincts as he was told he could rip him apart, he could move that fast. Something whispered a single howl would have every canine, wolf, fox, dog, hyena, whatever he wished, at his call. And for the first time, Latre got why his sister's sword was so powerful but so dangerous.

"I'm not a carrion-feeder. I'm Tshaalka. My wings define my power. Why don't you just shut UP!" Latre turned the orbs into one in each hand and his eyes flashed before he charge - rather stupidly - towards the red winged man. The energy was purely physical, like an extension of himself or a weapon except every single bit could attempt to push or tear. For once the boy wished he had claws to coat the energy on, make them sharper, lengthen them, make them hurt more. But all he had was energy he only knew how to use in it's natural form and instincts telling him to kill the one who had insulted him.

 
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 Zeirne perked slightly in interest as something Latre said registered in his mind, taking his focus away from the strange energy that seemed to have solidified in the boy's hands. His wings defined his power, eh? That was a useful tidbit of knowledge to have. This whole time, Zeirne had been waiting for the kid to say something like that, anything that would give him any insight on how best to deal with him. It wasn't much...but Zeirne could work with it. He'd worked with as little in the past.

But he had no time to think any further on it. A moment later, and Latre was charging straight at him.

In other circumstances, had anyone charged at him like that, he would have been insanely amused by the blind stupidity of it all. A charge like that left so much open for an attack; Zeirne could fry the idiot before they ever reached him, or move out of the way and watch them stumble. It would be especially amusing if that anyone was around Latre's age, given Zeirne had years of experience behind him.

Currently, though, Zeirne was not amused. His initial instinct and plan was to dodge, get around him, and kill that smug little human brat, as had been his original motive for coming here in the first place; humans had no business here! But that all fell apart in an instant. In his state, he couldn't conjure up fire hot enough to kill on the spot, and even if he could have...

Well, let's just say he'd forgotten how fast, exactly, Latre was.

Latre's attack connected head-on, taking Zeirne off guard and knocking him backwards to land flat on his back, the air pushed painfully from his lungs. For a moment, he thought he saw stars as he lay wheezing, trying to catch his breath. And, very vaguely, embarrassment and hatred flashed through his mind, and a faint hint of insight; the kid's magic was purely physical. But these were all the vaguest of thoughts. He was more amazed and even overwhelmed by how much that had hurt, and how weak he really felt. All really surprising elements.

Damn...he almost felt faint from the pain, even...that was really weird...a blow like that should have hurt, but he should have been able to easily hold his own...he'd felt worse in the past, all unflinching. He'd had his blood spilled, his bones broke...and he'd still been able to carry on. Why should this be any different...? That was nothing compared toâ€"

He groaned slightly as, through the haze of thoughts, another one came, smacking him hard over the head. Oh...sh!t.

His resurrection. His death and rebirth. Crap! It had not done what he was thinking it had...had it!? He knew he was still recovering, he knew he'd be weaker than his usual self, but...but if it had done what he was thinking it had done, like it seemed it hadâ€"weak or not, the blow still shouldn't have effected him this muchâ€"then...crap, crap, CRAP!

The first hints of fear began to form within him as, weakly, he turned over onto his side and shakily attempted to push himself up, wincing at the bruises that were already growing.

 
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 Paris looked back at the two winged people after feeling the wind brush past him when Latre charged Red Wings, and stared wide eyed as he knocked Red Wings down.

This was exciting! Paris grinned and balled his hands into loose fists. He wasn't going to join Latre though, that'd be kinda stupid and Latre was doing a fine job already. He could however revel in Latre's beating of Red Wings, hopefully it wouldn't stop Red Wings from making mean remarks, it was fun to bicker with him.

Paris inched a few steps toward the winged people. He wanted to have a good view of anything else that happened.

 
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 Latre crouched as his opponent attempted to get up, his eyes glowing back and baring teeth. He smelled like fire. Fire would kill and burn down forests his kind - No! His kin then, ran in. The boy blinked, his face oddly blank. He was a wolf. But no, he was Latre. But which was he? A snarl split the boy's face, making him look... feral. He was both right now. This was a dangerous state to be in, but Latre was in it, and it was so fuzzy... but the other was getting up.

"Stay," It was a low growl, accompanied by a flicker of energy, this time thrown at the fire thing. Calming breaths weren't helping and the boys eyes blinked and stayed eerie black, holding tenaciously to the power. In the part of him that was still him, he understood why he should have been bonding to a wolf at this age. It would have grounded him, kept him from giving in to instincts previously dormant.

Black eyes looked back at the cub - child, human, not wolf, this was a child - and moved a few feet, still crouched and glaring at the fire thing. He was in between the boy again. "You insulted me."

Another growl and a shudder ran through the teen. Something was not right. This wasn't him. He shouldn't want to kill him for words. His eyes stayed black as he spoke, but the glow dimmed and he took a shuddering breath. "You shouldn't have done that, ashes. It's not nice."

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 Latre wasn't the only one experiencing...erm...technical difficulties. Zeirne was slowly pulling himself up, but got no further than a crouch when Latre spoke up, telling him to stay. And, oddly enough, Zeirne listened, remaining crouched and balanced over the balls of his feet, like an animal cautiously preparing to spring up to flee or fight. Anger and stubborn pride had been bleached clean of his emotions, and the only clear thoughts he could really think involved fervent explicatives. He was screwed. He was so very, very, very screwed.

God-dammnit! Why now, of all times, did he choose to realize this!? Then again, this was the first time he'd been reborn. He hadn't exactly been expecting this...he knew he'd be weak, but he didn't know that...that everything...that every ability he'd ever learned and mastered, that all that physical tolerance he'd built up and worked on would be...hells, it was almost like he really had been born for the first time. Everything. Gone. All except for the basic knowledge and skills he'd need for survival.

Wonderful. And here he'd though he'd just been woozy from the resurrection.

Gods, this was embarrassing...what was even worse was that Zeirne tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and what was even more frustrating about that was that he knew it. But, at the moment, he was still too floored to do anything about it.

But slowly, shock and horror began to fade away, and annoyance once again flickered back into existence as Latre kept talking. But it was a subdued form of annoyance, held tightly under control. Zeirne was rash, but he wasn't stupid, and he didn't exactly want to get killed so soon after returning to the waking world. Besides...if a phoenix was killed...the cycle no longer applied, as it had been unnaturally severed. With that in mind, Zeirne could rein in his pride.

A little.

"The world's not nice, fluffy," he growled, white fangs bared just a little. "Ashes"? What the hell was that!? His green eyes glanced briefly in Paris' direction, who had gotten gradually closer, but then he looked back to Latre as the teen moved in front of the younger boy, giving an involuntary jolt of alarm. He knew better than to take his eyes off of someone who was a threat, and the enlightened Zeirne now viewed Latre as such. Which was rare. Zeirne was always the threat! He never felt threatened!

But now he was feeling suddenly very closed in and trappedâ€"a foreign feeling for the half-phoenixâ€"and he shifted with obvious discomfort, partly from the unnerving feeling and partly because he was getting somewhat cramped in this pose.


 
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 Red Wings was listening to Latre, he looked like a cat punished for something bad and trying to salvage any pride it had left. That was rather amusing, a person with wings like a bird that had an expression like a cat. It made Paris grin widely.

And then Latre got in front of him again. Why did he have to do that? Red Wings wasn't going to try anything if he was listening to him. He sounded bitter and angry, but if Latre were to give him another command he might do it.

The similarities between this Red Wings and Virgil were quickly piling up in Paris' mind. It made him wonder if his aunt ever had to beat Virgil up, that would be mighty fun to see.

He leaned over a little, enough so he could see Red Wings and snap back to standing straight if Latre was to look back.
 
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 Latre snarled when Zeirne bared his teeth, baring his own non fanged teeth. Parts of him remembered being non-fanged. Another part of him knew he had teeth just made for ripping the thing that smelled like ashes apart. A fire, but not. left behind after a fires. He was ashes, according to his nose. He took a threatening step forward, still in that predatory crouch, his eyes on the fire thing. Burn, it would, it would burn everything.

"You don't have to make the world worse. If you'd left us alone, we wouldn't be doing this, ashes. You started this. Wolves don't leave things unfinished." 'Tshaalka,' he reminded himself. Then it was cast of, put to the back. Right now he was a wolf. His opponent had bared his fangs at him. That meant he wasn't backing down either.

Yet he was shifting around. There were mixed signals there. Defensive? Perhaps. Latre tilted his head, staring at the fire-ashes-thing. Fire and ashes. All that was left after the fire was ashes. All that was left if he was allowed to get out would be him, the ashes. Black eyes blinked twice and Latre shivered. This wasn't him. he couldn't let it be.

But the wolf instincts and the wolf mind argued with him and the energy was flickering around his hands, forming into sharp two inch thin blades of energy. They hovered around and Latre struggled not to throw them. The boy shifted behind him and jolted his mind. Paris was there. Not a cub, or a child, but Paris. The energy hovered there eternally. He wouldn't make the next move.

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 The last thing Paris remembered happening before he woke was that of his grip slipping from the faerie's waist and falling. Falling for so long that it seemed that he was floating. The boy couldn't remember if hitting the ground hurt, but right now he was in pain.

Pain like a white hot knife stabbed into his left leg when he tried to move them, and it didn't help that he was lying on that side as well. Both elbows were raw and red with friction burns the fabric of his shirt at the elbows reduced to bare threads. Each halting breath he took seemed to split his torso outward like an opening umbrella. The first thing he noticed after reawakening was that his mouth was slightly open, sticky with cold dry spit and flooded with the taste of dirt and iron.

The little boy groaned softly and lifted his head a little. Twin threads of vertigo and nausea braided a wreath around his head, and he set it back down. The landscape was beginning to warp before his eyes, becoming blurry and slowly swirling like his mind felt like it was doing. He coughed raggedly, and closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the strange landscape.

One thing was obvious, he wasn't in Connlaoth anymore.
 
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 Two emerald green eyes peered through the trees he had been resting against as a strange scent hit the boy's nose. It was a peculiarity of his. Since he was one of those who could eventually befriend the special canines who lived at his home, he had been born with the extra keen sense of smell.

Blood. He smelled human blood. Not a scent he was that familiar with. The Tshaalka boy hadn't had much contact with them, but he had gotten to wrestling with one once. That hadn't ended well. Latre went forward a few steps, slowly moving aside a few branches as he peered into the clearing. Silky black feathered wings fluttered in alarm as the scene before him became clear.

There was an injured human boy in front of him! The young teenager bit his lip lightly, then looked around. No one else was around. Latre snuck into the clearing, slowly kneeling on one knee besides him.

"Hello?" He asked tentatively. "Are you awake?"
 
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 The boy coughed again, a dark fluid trickling from his mouth and getting in the very light blonde hair that framed his face. He opened one green eye and tried to make some sense of his blurred and swirling surroundings and find the one that addressed him. No luck, he couldn't see much. He could answer the question though.

He exhaled loudly, "Y-yeah," his jaw and torso burned even with that one word. The corners of his eyes glittered with the beginnings of tears.
 
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 Great! he was getting somewhere! Latre excitement dimmed when he looked over the boy once again and saw the moisture at the edge of his eyes. He lifted one hand to tuck away an unruly dark strand that was blocking his vision. The fourteen year old paused, he hadn't had much experience in haling powers, or well, anything.

Stupid over protective older siblings. He sat back. "I hope you don't mind if I try to heal you. I'd certainly want to be healed if I was in your place."

With a slow calming breath, Latre reached out one hand, placing one hand on the boys forehead and the other on his chest. "Usually this should work. And it shouldn't be painful. But...I'm a bit inexperienced."

His hands glowed blackish green and he muttered some words in his own language. They weren't needful, but they helped keep the power under control. "Here goes nothing."

He felt the warm energy flowing from him and prayed to his main God that this worked. He hated it when things didn't go his way.
 
 
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 The energy worked. Flowing into Paris' torso and up into his head, knitting as it went. It would have worked just fine...

If Paris hadn't moved. He jumped at the sudden strange sensation that was coursing through his form, rolling away from the other boy. His leg wasn't too fond of that action and screamed with pain, but he tried to ignore it.

He could see now, better than he had before at least, and could make out the older boy's dark wings, green eyes and...glowing hands? He curled into a little ball and peered out. He'd been touched by magic, now what would happen to him?

Those touched by magic are soon devoured by it, Were the frightening words of his instructor. Devoured? Eep!

"Wh-what did you do to me?"
 
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 Latre had the common sense to stop his energy from flowing as the boy rolled away. The young teenager frowned, sitting back and folding his legs beneath him. Green eyes studied the younger boy. That was odd, no one usually moved. How odd. Latre took a closer look, taking in the boys features and the stutter in his voice. Was he afraid? Of what?

Latre was suddenly remind of the way the elders had looked at his sister and flinched remembering the fear they held because she was a silver. He shook it off and took a breath.

"I healed you. Or tried to. I fed some energy into your body, encouraging it to heal faster. Much faster." He folded his wings tightly to his back in annoyance, couldn't he have waited until he was done to roll away?
 
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 Paris kept quiet for what felt like a small eternity. He reached a hand up and delicately rubbed his jaw, no pain. There was still the lovely taste of blood and dirt caking around his teeth but all the pain that was there before was gone. The small breaths he'd been taking no longer hurt his chest, in fact he found that he could breathe at his normal rate without any stinging.

Still, there was a flower of doubt growing in his gut. Fed energy? How could that happen? The winged boy was obviously telling the truth, the touched places didn't hurt anymore. And...and his elbows were starting to feel better, like they'd been soaked in aloe vera. He looked back up at the winged boy, establishing eye contact.

"But, magic, magic is bad. It can't do good things. Your spell is going to do something bad to me once I'm healed."
 
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 Latre kept eye contact with the other boy as he felt the slight stirrings of anger. This boy reminded him of the Council, except it was everything he thought was bad. What had he said? Magic? Oh, yes, what they called it here.

"Bad? Simple using my power? I healed you! Would you rather I left you there for some predator, sentient or otherwise, to come and eat you? I could have."

An echo of what had been said about his sister went through his mind and his eyes narrowed at he resisted glaring at the boy. So many bad things they had said, when the only thing they could consider bad was when she went after their parents murderers.

"It will do nothing bad," Latre said simply as he stood. He had come out of Xellria to find out about the world, and find his sister. But, if this was what people here were like, maybe he would be better off at home.
 
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 Paris' face went blank, his elbows didn't hurt much anymore, his jaw and torso felt perfectly normal. The rejuvenating knitting feeling was now starting to creep down into his hip.

Mages are noble, too..."

That was what the faerie said, the faerie that wasn't like everyone told him magic users were supposed to be like, the faerie that didn't scare the animals, who was frightened of the guards and Virgil and only attacked them when he was attacked.

A light mist of water came over his eyes, he didn't know what happened to the faerie after they were both lifted in the air and he fell. Deep down, he found himself hoping he was alright.

His eyes widened a little, hoping for a magic users safety? Only when he remembered his teachings did the feeling seem bad, and even that bad feeling passed quickly. Maybe this person was like the faerie..

A brief look of shame flickered across his face and he looked down at the ground. "Sorry," he said softly.

His gaze stayed with the ground for a few moments before slowly flickering back upward. "Are-are you a faerie?"
 
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 The young teenager watched the boy and easily accepted his apology. He was a kid, and it wasn't like he hadn't ever said anything foolish. He still did. "Apology accepted."

He considered the question the boy had asked carefully. He slowly shook his head. "No, sorry. I don't even know that much about faeries. I'm a Sentria. Tshaalka to be exact."

Latre shifted awkwardly before remembering the common greeting that some people did out here. Humans anyway. He carefully stuck his hand out in greeting. "My name's Latre. What's yours?"
 
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 Paris bobbed his head, his leg hurt too much for him to stand, but he didn't want to be rude. Well ruder than he already must have sounded to the other boy.

"My name's Maverikko, Paris Maverikko."

The boy looked at Latre's outstretched hand for a moment, before remembering that grown men sometimes shook hands when they met instead of bowing. He reached an unsteady hand up and gently shook the offered hand. "By the way, what's a Tsh-aal-ka?"
 
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 Latre put his hand back to his side after they shook hands and frowned thoughtfully. He'd never really though about what exactly the Tshaalka were. They just were there. Perhaps he could start at how the three different races of the Sentria species were founded.

"Um...Well..that's hard to explain. Thousands of years ago, the remnants of three ancient races fled to here. Well, not here, but this planet, or a dimension both on earth and not. It was very strange. Anyway, the four leaders went off, and three created the three races that make up the Sentria species. The fourth...that's a different story."

Latre took a breath, trying to organize his thoughts before moving on. "Anyway, one of the founders was an Ella, she had feathery wings. She, and her followers, mixed in with certain powerful humans and humanoid beings, creating a new race. That was us, the Tshaalka. We all have feathery wings, and different degrees of power. Most have claws, a few have fangs or other animalistic traits. The weakest of us are probably Reds. Umm...we have some cities, and towns, but their very far away. Our hair and eyes can change to our power color when we're upset or using a great deal of power. Uhh...basically...we're us."

Latre shrugged in embarrassment. He wasn't sure exactly how to explain his whole race to him.
 
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 Paris listened quietly while Latre spoke. Much of the explanation soaring right up and over his head. In the end, he was satisfied that they were themselves, and they were different from faeries. Geez there were a lot of strange creatures in the world. It seemed to be full of 'em! And they all seemed good, or claimed to be, where were all the boogeymen in the tales that used to scare him when he was a bit younger.

He nodded at the end of Latre's explanation, "O-k."
 
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 Latre studied the boy in front of him and his wings fluttered with the questions in his mind. Finally he settled on the most glaring one, the one he was most interested in.

"So...Where do you come from? And how'd you get injured?

Ok, maybe two, but it wasn't everyday you saw someone with all those injuries and no one else around.
 
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 His leg was taking longer to heal than the rest of him. It still hurt too, he shifted to the right, and felt some of the pain lift away. He kept sitting that way, even though it looked like he was about to fall. The knitting feeling descending down onto the top of his thigh.

Paris looked up at Latre when the other boy stated his questions. "My - my home is called Connlaoth, and I---I fell. I don't know why I fell, I just did." He nibbled a little on his bottom lip and steadied himself with his right hand.
 
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 The teenage Tshaalka tilted his head slightly, then frowned. He shaped the boy's homeland's name, muttering it a few times to get it right.

"Connlaoth? I don't know where that is. Course, I barely know where I am, so that may be why. But, you fell you say? is your land in the sky?"

Despite how strange that seemed, Latre could picture a whole other land in the sky. However, he would have though he'd would have seen it when he flew in. He leaned back to look into the sky suspiciously. He hoped there wasn't a land up there, it made him nervous.
 
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 Paris frowned a little and stole a glance up at the sky. He'd never been anywhere in his life besides Connlaoth, and thus didn't really know where it was either.

"I dunno where Connlaoth is either, just that it's where I live. I don't think its in the sky though, I fell because I was hanging onto a faerie being carried off by..something."

Gee, that sounded weird even though it happened to him. He could only imagine what the other boy would think of it.
 
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 The 14 year old frowned. That was a relief. He enjoyed flying and wouldn't want to think there was a castle up there. On the other hand, now he was wondering where Connlaoth was.

"Uh...do you know what direction the thing carrying the faerie was headed in? North, East, South, or West? because it could have gone in a straight line and Connlaoth could be in the opposite direction."

Latre's mind was off on different ways to finds out which direction Connlaoth could be in. His black wings fluttered in excitement. He had wanted to see the world, and here he was learning about another new land!
 
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 Each one of Latre's directional terms sailed right over Paris' head. He didn't quite get what they meant, sure he could understand up, down, right, left, this way, and the other way, but as of now the cardinal directions were out of his league. And he was too shocked by the sudden sensation of flying through the air to notice where they were going. From what he remembered they were dragged from the window and soared somewhere, and then he fell.

"I don't know, I couldn't really see that well."
 
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 Latre's wings drooped sullenly. That was no fun. Finally Latre stood up and stretched, looking down at the younger boy with a contemplative look.He eyed the boy up and down, noting that he had done a good job with the healing before Paris had pulled away.

"So, what do you want to do then?"
 
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 The healing was indeed working well, though it couldn't be seen the bones in his left leg were mended and the muscles were reconnecting. The whole thing felt like holding a zipper against the skin while zipping it up. He smiled a little at the odd sensation.

The boy spent a little time pondering on what he wanted. He could always take the time to explore, or he could go home. He could get in trouble if his father or Aunt Jinny found out that he wasn't trying to make his way back home. But, wouldn't finding home be an adventure too? "I want to find my home," he stated.

 
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 Latre's eyes brightened in excitement. That might be fun. For an instant the thought wormed through his head that maybe the boy wanted to do it by himself. The teen brushed it away with a grin.

"So, which way are we going? Does it matter? Hey, maybe on the way we'll find my sister. Though, I suppose she'd just send me home, so that wouldn't be fun. I'd be stuck with my older brother and twin sister. Sisters. Who needs 'em?"

Latre seemed vaguely off topic but he didn't seem to care, saying whatever thought came to mind.
 
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 A slight smile flickered onto Paris' face and he shifted a little to sit on his backside, delighted that no reprimanding pain came from his fast healing left leg.

"I don't have any sisters," the boy announced, his eyes widening a little and then glancing to the side. "I've got an aunt though, and its like she's everywhere at once."

Then it dawned on him that he ignored the question to take part in the discussion of female relatives. Oops, he flushed a little and attempted to add the latest bit of conversation onto his previous bit. "I don't know which way, anyway might be good."

 
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 Latre nodded his head, taking in everything the boy said and commenting on the family parts first, stretching his wings as he did. "An aunt, huh? I got some, but they and our uncles sort of shunned our family for a bit, more out of being forced than because they actually wanted to. They snuck in to visit us sometimes after we lost our parents."

Latre's eyes flickered with black as the last words left his mouth, years old grief briefly dousing his happiness. Then he shook it off, his eyes loosing the black and returning to his bright emerald.

"So, any direction. Well, let's see what I can find." Latre suddenly turned away from the boy, taking two steps and launching himself into the air with great beats of his ebony wings. He landed in an upper branch of a tall tree, eyes wide as he looked out at the land.

"Wow. There's a lot of land out there."
 
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 Paris looked up in astonishment when the boy took to the air. He could fly, that was almost unfair. The little boy spent a good deal of his time watching the birds that congregated in the gardens of his home, envying how they could move in any direction they wanted without being tied to the ground at all times. Of course, his aunt and instructors deeply ingrained in him that flying wasn't for humans and those that could were bad.

He didn't think Latre was bad, the faerie wasn't bad either. They were actually interesting, how their wings looked more natural than the drawings he'd seen of other humanoids in flight, with strange glowing jewels on their forheads and burning wheels around their ankles that were a little silly.

The younger boy kept his eyes on Latre all the while he was in the tree. He even thought he heard something, but couldn't make it out. Standing up, he tilted his head back so he was looking straight up. "Huh?" he asked loudly, trying to get his voice to travel up the tree to the other boy.

 
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 The teenage boy looked down, annoyed that he hadn't been heard. Well, he was up in a tree. He frowned down at the boy, then eyed the branch he was on cautiously. Perhaps...

The boy launched himself off of his branch, opening his wings halfway to the ground and catching the air. He slowed his descent until it was an even glide and he landed softly behind the younger boy. "I said there's lots of land out there."

Latre paused and his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Want to see?"
 
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 Paris watched Latre descend from the tree and grinned. "Alright," he said nodding.

Then came the invitation to see the lots and lots of land. How? Wait, that would mean that the boy would carry him up. Just because his first experience with being carried by a flying being ended a bit badly, it wasn't going to keep him from doing something fun! His eyes all but exploded with light and his grin got bigger. "Yeah!"
 
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 Latre nodded, then eyed the boy a moment before nodding and crouching down. "Alright then, get on my back and be careful of my wings. You can be touching them, just don't hold onto them as we go up, otherwise we won't be going anywhere."
 
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 Paris' eyes widened a little more, if such a thing was even possible, and he scrambled to his feet. His leg wasn't hurting much at all anymore, it was just a little numb, and that he ignored. Slowly, he walked around behind the other boy, reaching a tentative hand to stroke one of the feathered pinions. After a moment of wondering over the wings he wrapped his arms around Latre's neck. "Is this ok?" he asked.

 
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 Ebony wings flapped and stretched, testing their strength against the added weight of the boy. It was only a short flight, so hopefully he'd make it up quick. Latre nodded, smiling slightly when he felt on of his feathers ruffled. Too bad the boy didn't have wings, he seemed eager to fly.

"Yeah, that should be fine," Latre said, even as he sprung up from his crouch, feather's catching the air in great sweeps as Latre adjusted to the added weight off the ground. Finally he won over the gravity trying to pull them down and the flight became smoother. he landed on a slightly lower branch than before, but it was still easily higher then most of the tree tops.

"Alright, now slide off carefully. This is a time where you can grab my wings if you don't feel the branch beneath you. I'd rather my wings be pulled a bit than you fall off the tree."
 
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 A wide grin cracked across Paris' face when Latre took off. Fly was fun! Especially when you weren't worrying about falling, or just what was making you fly.

When Latre alighted on the branch he looked down, and felt his heart constrict. They were high up, his leg throbbed a little with psychosomatic pain. He tightened his grip slightly around the other boy's neck. The branch looked little, a slight shudder passed through him. He didn't want to fall, not again, not so soon.

But, he couldn't see, not with his head all but buried in the back of Latre's neck. He'd have to get on the branch somehow. Hesitantly he loosened his grip around the other boy and reached a foot down to feel for the branch.

Once he was satisfied that there was a firm foothold for the foot he offered he slowly extended the other one, tapping at the branch like he did before. Now with both feet on the branch more or less he took hold of Latre's shoulders and centered his weight on his feet. The boy took a moment to breath and gather his courage before letting go of his companion's shoulders, though he kept hold of a section of his shirt.

He looked out and around. The land seemed to stretch on forever, it was so pretty. "Pretty," he thought aloud in a dreamy tone.
 
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 Latre grinned slightly, at the boy's tone, wistfully looking at the land beneath him. "It is that," he said quietly, his gaze traveling over the land and remembering flying over some of it. "It's beautiful from up above...rolling plains and green forests, seas of brightly colored flowers underneath you, the water that sparkles with the reflected sunlight, all in one flight sometimes. It's a great feeling."

Latre blinked, shaking his head slightly, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry for rambling. So, and of this look familiar, even if it might be from another angle?"
 
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 Paris looked back at Latre when he began talking of the wonderful sights one could see in the air. His eyes widened a bit in wonder, wow, that must have been great, being able to see such pretty sights any time you wanted. The boy looked back to the landscape, trying to take in as much as he could. It was all so magnificent.

"No, I can't remember any of this," Paris stopped gazing at the land beneath them and thought a bit. "I know what my house looks like though!"
 
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 Latre frowned slightly. Though knowing what his house looked like was useful, it didn't help choosing where to go. Emerald green eyes peered at the land and shrugged. "Ok then, pick a direction. Unless you just want to wait here for them to find you."

The teenager doubted the boy would choose that option. if he couldn't even see his home, or even anything familiar from here, what chance was there that his family could find him? Well, maybe he had a stubborn family, but still, there was a lot of land out there, especially if you went by foot.
 
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 Bump waiting, this was the first time he'd ever truely been on his own. There wasn't anything in the world that would keep him from enjoying the freedom he'd been given. He could almost feel the anger that would resonate from his aunt when he returned. It'd be wishfull thinking to hope that he'd be allowed to walk from his room to the next without having a guard in his shadow. That wouldn't be fun at all...

Paris looked around, still clinging lightly to Latre. Everything looked interesting, so fresh, new and begging to be explored. Best thing to do would be just to pick a random direction and go from there. If he was lucky they would have a lot of time before his family caught up with them. "There," he said, pointing to the east and beaming up at Latre.
 
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 Latre grinned and flapped his wings experimentally, briefly taking to the air and going higher, looking toward the east. He squinted and finally nodded. There didn't seem to be anything special in that direction, but that didn't mean anything. Latre glided back down, landing back on the branch.

"So, want us to glide back down and then walk or should we just climb down now and start walking? I can't fly for long with you, but gliding for a few minutes shouldn't be much of a problems and we'll be able to see the land better."
 
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 The choice between flying and walking wasn't a terribly hard one for the boy to decide upon. In fact, he didn't even think about it, answering mere moments after Latre finished voicing his question.

"Can we glide?," he looked up at Latre hopefully, occasionally stealing a glance out at the landscape.

 
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 The teenager didn't bother rolling his eyes and instead grinned at the younger boy. He crouched down again, carefully spreading his wings so he didn't knock the boy off balance.

"Sure. Get on. Like you did last time."
 
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 This would be fun! Paris looped his arms around the older boy's neck again and grinned, clasping his hands together so he wouldn't slip.

 
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 The teenager crouched briefly then flung himself off the branch, wings spread wide and flapping hard to get them some height. When he was satisfied he began drifting downward in a nice glide forward. He eyed the land in front of them. "We'll probably land just past that forest over there."

He pointed quickly to a forest on the horizon as the land sped below them.
 
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 Paris' eyes widened. Wow, flying was really something! The boy looked in every direction, drinking up the sights in utter awe. When Latre spoke and pointed he glanced in the direction indicated.

Good, the forest was on the horizon, it would take a little while for them to reach it. If only time would slow down just a little bit so he could see all the pretty land that sprawled beneath them like a toy. He began looking around more, eagerly whipping his head in every direction it could be manipulated into. "'Kay," he replied to Latre, shifting slightly to see behind himself.

 
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 The teenager looked below him, wings adjusting automatically to keep them on a straight course as he looked around himself. He sighed, pouting at the ground beneath him. It had some similarities to home, but it was missing so much of the good stuff. Especially the wolves. He'd be bonded to a wolf later if he went back. he was pretty sure he knew which wolf he'd get too.

The teenage Sentrian scowled at his won thoughts and noticed that they were almost on the ground again. He flapped to gain altitude, they were only over the middle of the woods, he wanted t go beyond them. "Almost time to land, I'll be slowing down a bit so i can find the right place."
 
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 Zeirne, settled lazily in the high branches of a tree, saw the two pass by, and quirked an eyebrow. Hrm. Wasn't everyday he came across another winged humanoid, so that was an unusual sight. Not that he cared, because he didn't. It was just...unusual.

But then, that slight interest turned to disgust when he sighted the...thing...on the kid's back. He almost had to do a double take. A human? The kid was behaving like some lowly beast of burden for a human!? How utterly disgusting.

He'd just have to set that kid straight.

And dispose of that human, in the meantime...and maybe the other kid, too, for the hell of it. Humans were about as worthless and vile as the fleas on a rat's back, a living, breeding plagueâ€"even the young ones, which would only turn into the adult ones he despised. Best to take care of them early on. Snuffing out their lives, and the lives of those who chose to align themselves with them, however, was a most rewarding experience.

Besides, Zeirne was just flat-out bored. Only weeks ago he had been Reborn, and was still recovering from the experience. Oh, he felt absolutely fine, if not better, but such an experience, of being consumed in flames and rising, renewed, from the ashes of death, was most taxing, and after that, there had only been rest and recovery for him. No havoc wreaking for him. How boring.

But he was feeling much more lively, and now, there it wasâ€"an excuse to give into the bloodlust, give into that predatorial instinct, and cause the chaos he lived forâ€"even if it would be a tad toned down...he still wasn't yet as recovered as he would have liked to be, unfortunately. And you could only have so much fun with a young one...adults were much more of a challenge. But it would be fun to scare the piss out of them, anyway. Young ones had the greatest reactions.

Summoning up the power of Fire, he sent a small orb of it hurtling toward the wings of the one carrying the human, and stood and snapped open his own flame colored wingsâ€"the colors of which faded from red to orange to yellow at the tipsâ€"preparing to take flight to pursue his "prey", whether the flame struck true or not.

 
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 "Kay," Paris responded, still looking around. Flying was so wonderful, you could see all sorts of stuff you just couldn't see from the ground. The tops of the trees, fields that seemed to stretch on forever, big lakes that looked like blue puddles.

And little flying suns that seemed to chase after them.

Wait a moment, Paris looked away and blinked, then looked back. Yes, that was indeed a little flying sun, and it was moving at quite the fast pace. But, was it normal? He thought there was only one sun, and it was up in the sky where no one could reach it.

Now terribly confused, he poked the back of Latre's head tentatively. "Latre? Is it normal to a little sun flying after us?"

 
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 Latre almost nodded absently to the question until it registered in his brain. He didn't even bother looking, his senses telling him something was wrong. His wings suddenly folded into a diving position. He bit his lip when he felt the fiery orb scorch some of his wings.

Latre managed to land them, opening his wings in the trees while falling had been a bit difficult. Still, he'd done worse while racing with his siblings. "Da-" Latre stopped in the middle of his curse and remembered the younger boy on his back. He easily unhooked the kid from his shoulders and put him down, turning to him. "Crap, that was not good. Stay here a minute. That little sun was not normal. It was...Um...I'll be back in a minute."

Not knowing exactly how to tell the boy that there was probably someone who had just tried to kill them, the Tshaalka boy opened his black wings again and lifted himself up over the the trees, scanning the skies. His eyes turned black as his natural power flowed through him and he used that, searching for where the fireball had come from. "What the hell was that? Who tries to kill someone while they're flying?"
 
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 As the two dove and, unfortunately, landed safely on the ground with the winged boy only suffering a minor scorching to his wings, Zeirne acted. Well, this would be more fun, having to hunt them down and all that. Would have been funner if they were adults, but, oh well, beggers can't be choosers.

Lunging down from where he was positioned, he folded his wings against his body and dove down to "greet" the pair...

And nearly collided with the winged boy as he flew upwards, apparently going to investigate. What a stupid thing to do. If someone was trying to kill you, you didn't go looking for your attacker. Not unless you wanted to die. Or were just incredibly stupid.

With a start, he swerved to the side to avoid the boy, going too fast to stop so suddenly without warning, and instead continued his downward trek. He could see the human down there on the ground...and he would take care of that one first. After all, it was humankind he had a vendetta against. He'd deal with the other one later.

 
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 Ok, so little flying suns weren't normal. He wasn't sure if they were, but recently he'd found out that a lot of things that weren't normal were at least real. Like fairies, bird winged people and now little flying suns.

He watched Latre fly up into the sky, and another winged person start flying down. This was getting weirder and weirder. He looked up at the sky with wide green eyes, not wanting to sit. If he sat he wouldn't have that good a view of the sky. And he wanted to see what was happening.

 
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 Latre looked around thoughtfully, apparently not even noticing that he'd almost bumped into the one who had tried to kill them. Newly black eyes flickered downward to check on Paris and his eyes widened, catching another movement moving towards the boy. Well, wasn't he stupid? If his sister was here -- Well, actually, she'd probably have killed him for being stupid enough to be flying around with no cover at all.

No matter, she wasn't here, and he would have to handle this himself. Which was why he came here, right? To 'find' her, but really to go out on his own. And he was presently even doing that wrong. With a sound that reminded listeners oddly of a wolf, Latre dove back down towards the boy, trying to outrace the other to get back to Paris.
 
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 Lucky for Latre and Paris, the weird howling sound startled Zeirne, so much so that for a brief second, he hesitated, opened his wings enough to slow his sharp descent, and looked over his shoulder toward the sound's source. But that hesitation, brief as it was, allowed Latre to make it past him without his notice.

But then the moment passed, and when Zeirne looked back...gyah! Where'd he come from!? He had thought he was down there somewhere with that human rat. Erg. This wasn't a time to let his past fears get in the way; he had a fun and satisfying task ahead of him.

Folding his wings once again, he continued his sharp dive, and refrained from conjuring more Fire magic just yet. His skills were weak right now...if he did too much so soon, he would exhaust himself.

"So eager to help your nasty little human friend, are we?" he called after the winged boy, his voice oddly amused.

 
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 Were they falling? No, they were flying downwards at a rapid pace. Heading for the ground, at about where he was. Eh, if they planned on landing so close to his present spot it might be a good idea to move just a little bit, so he wouldn't get in their way.

He backed up, turning around to run for a nearby bush. Paris ducked behind the shrub and looked upward again. Hopefully it would be enough cover.

 
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 Latre's eyes narrowed at the amused taunt, but he caught Paris heading behind a bush. Immediately the teenager twisted around in midair, put himself in between the shrub at the fire-wielding creature, and turned angry black eyes to his opponent. "What do you want?"

Latre attempted to make his voice sound devoid of fear, brave, but the words sounded like whimpers in his ears. He'd never fought outside of his siblings, and as his sister had warned, all the training in the world wouldn't prepare you when you were fighting an experienced opponent.

Too shaky to even attempt to raise a shield, Latre let wisps of black energy form at his fingertips. This was his pure energy, the only thing it could be used for was for harm. He could turn it into other things, which he always did. He'd never used it in its pure form on another living creature. "Why did you attack us?" Latre asked soon after his first question, his voice sounding a bit more firm, even if he didn't feel any less afraid.
 
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Zeirne gave another start as the kid suddenly whipped around and stopped in mid-air, and he had to snap open his wings and backwing quickly to avoid a nasty collision. Oh, he wouldn't have minded knocking the kid to the ground, but a collision at that speed would have been nasty for the both of them. He didn't plan on dying in so idiotic a way, and so soon after just being reborn.

"What do I want?" Zeirne repeated, eyeing the whispy black energy the winged boy was conjuring cooly. "Nothing that you can't afford. Just him." He gestured down at the ground absently. He couldn't see the human anymore, but he knew the brat was down there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far.

"That's all. See? No big deal. really. I didn't intentionally send that flame at you, kiddo. Sorry about that. I was aiming for the human, you see, and you moved..." Of course, that was a lie. He had been aiming for the winged kid's wings. But he didn't need to know that.

 
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 Paris peeked at the two winged beings from under a branch. He couldn't see the other one so well with Latre standing in front of his hiding place, but didn't move to a better position. There had to be some reason why Latre was acting like that. If he stayed very still he could spy on them and see what was going on. Now if they would only get a little closer to the ground so he could put some of his snooping skills to work.

Then his foot began to itch, right inside the arch and to the side. The boy made a face and tried to ignore the annoying sensation. When that didn't work he wriggled his foot around as much as he could within his boot, which didn't help too much. He scowled and crossed his eyes, keeping his eyes on the duo, and giving plan one another run.

 
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 Latre tilted his head slightly, the black in his eyes dimming slightly as his confusion grew. Paris hadn't been doing anything. Why would this thing want to hurt him? The teenager wasn't afraid to ask that. "That doesn't make sense. He didn't do anything to you. And if the fire had hit either of us, whether he'd been on fire or been knocked off, we both would have gone to the ground anyway."

Latre scowled and added, "You don't make any sense." The teenager would have ran fingers through his air in confusion if he wasn't still tense about this situation. His hands weren't moving from their ready position until he was sure about his footing. Or, perhaps floating was a better word.
 
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 Zeirne smirked. "You're a smart one, aren't you? Kid, I don't have to explain my reasoning to you. The fact is: the human, and any others I come across, is dead, and if you try and stop me, you're dead, too. You wouldn't be the first, either, far from it. And I don't like killing humanoids. You're one of me. But don't think I'll hesitate a second if you stand between me and my quarry." There was a dangerous note to his voice, and as he spoke, a spark of flame formed between his hands.

"You got one more chance. Stand down."

Truth be told, he would have made a move already, but he was wary of the black energy the boy had created. Zeirne wasn't in the best of health right now, and thus could afford fewer risks than usual. He wanted to know what that black stuff was and what it did. He highly doubted the boy had a great deal of physical strength from his looks, but knew from experience that appearances were usually inaccurate in terms of sizing up magical strengths.

Still...he was also a man of his word. If the kid didn't budge, he would attack, regardless. It was simple as that.

 
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Paris made a face. The itch in his foot just wouldn't go away, and most importantly, he couldn't hear what Latre and the other winged person were saying! Why did older people always have to find ways to exclude him from their conversations. At home they'd either retreat to rooms with lockable doors, or worse switch to a strange language of throat clearing, pointed questions of 'you know', looks and gestures.

Why was his foot itching so much!! Paris scowled at the deviant foot and, after a few moments, sat and pulled off his boot. The itching went away, somewhat, figures he'd have to actually move before something happened. The boy pulled his boot back on and again peered from his lookout brush.
 
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 Collanta wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. She had been watching for some time now, knowing that soon enough she would have to say something. Her hawk, Kielle, sat on a tree branch beside her. She had nipped Collanta's elbow several times, trying to urge her forward. But the blonde girl had noticed the hatred of humans that emanated from the person she needed to speak with. She crouched behind the leaves, shaking with fear. Kielle had grown irritated. She kept threatening to nip at Collanta's neck. Finally, the girl made up her mind.

"Stop this nonsense!" She screamed, leaping out of the bushes. "Or you will all be destroyed. Especially you, up in the air." She cleared her throat. "The Avian Stone, the one jewel known to have the power to control all flying creatures, has been found. Those of you who like to control your minds and bodies would be happy to know that it can be destroyed. I have taken up the challenge to do this. However..." Her voice faltered. She looked back at Kielle for support before continuing. "I will need some help."
 
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 Zeirne gave a start when from below a female voice screamed up at him, and despite knowing better, his eyes averted from the boy to look to the sound's source. His eyes widened momentarily in surprise as he briefly wondered where she'd come from, but a second later his green eyes had narrowed as surprise quickly faded, once again, into pure hatred that was only marred by the addition of a strange, familiar bitterness.

All this only happened in the span of a few seconds, and in an instant he had returned his attention back to the boy. He grinned, flashing oddly fanged canines that gave the half-phoenix an almost demonic appearance.

"Hear that? She wants to talk with me. It'd be impolite to deny the lady her wish, no?" And, mindful of the energy the boy held, he lunged forward and down suddenly and shoved his shoulder and elbow roughly into the boy's side as he pushed past, folding his wings to his sides as he fell in a controlled dive.

He did not, however, land next to Collanta. He had spotted Paris as he dove, and so he made a point to land close to him. After all, the whelp had been his initial target. The bitch could wait her turn.

Walking toward Paris casually and folding his wings as he went, he tossed a glance over his shoulder at Collanta. "Hmm? Oh, really? Interesting. Well, if you don't mind, I've got a rat problem to attend to, first, and then we can talk." Of course, the latter was a lie. She was a human. There would be none of this talking. Sure, what she said sounded interesting...but like he'd believe some crack-pot story like that. Humans would say anything when it suited them.
 
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 "Fine," Collanta said, her jaw set in determination. "I don't need the likes of you."

She whistled sharply as she turned to continue on her journey to find someone to help her. Kielle reluctantly glided over and landed gently on Collanta's outstretched arm. The hawk glared backward at the boy, her gray-speckled feathers ruffled.

"You're digging your own grave," Collanta mumbled as she parted the leaves and crept into the forest.
 
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 Sensitive ears picking up Collanta's mumbled comment, Zeirne turned to glance again at Collanta, who was retreating into the forest. "What?"

And where did she think she was going, anyway!?

With a frustrated sort of growl, he snapped his wings open and, with a few powerful thrusts, left Paris for now and instead swooped in front of Collanta, barring her path. His green eyes regarded her fiercely, fiery orange hair hanging wildly about his face. "Did I say you could leave, dear? I don't recall doing so. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me? The rat can wait...for now. But hurry, before it gets away."

He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head to one side, birdlike, as he waited for her to speak.

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 The newly recruited knight of Adela, Denkou Tora, comes walking slowly into the grand castle, staring at the ground. He has a lot on his mind. He has been head over heels about his commander and after he finally gets to spend some quality time with her, she changes her mind all of the sudden.
"Well, she did say she wasn't herself last night. She also told me of her orgin of being a demon. Perhaps she has a second side to her mind. If that's the case, does she still love me with both sides?" Denkou mumbles to himself, causing the guards at the gates to stare at him akwardly. Once inside the courtyard, he stops to stare at a bush of roses for a moment and slightly smiles. Whatever happens still won't change what he feels about Tarlaka. Perhaps if he expresses it fully, will she come to her senses. He then continues onward into the castle.

 
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 Tarlaka wasn't that far behind Denkou on her return to the castle, she had thoughts running through her head, one that left doubt and heart aches. Tarlaka took her usual route through the gardens and saw Denkou at some roses for a moment, she watching him sadly and when he began to leave she ran to catch up to him. The commander started after him and caught his hand then let it go.
"denkou... We need to talk... right now... about... uh... stuff?"
What the hell should she say? I didn't mean to do you? A little voice in the back of her head said, it didn't bother either one of you get over it, but she couldn't. Tarlaka took a deep breath and let her hands drop to her sides then just stared at the ground, how else to say this? She couldn't think of anything.
"I didn't mean for things to get so far last night and I'm sorry."
geez, that would work wonders.
 
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 Denkou smiled when Tarlaka caught up to him. Saved him the trouble. He slightly shakes his head when she apologizes.
"You don't have to be sorry. As you said, you weren't yourself and I respect your current thoughts." Denkou explains before he places his hands on her shoulders.
"No matter what the outcome, there still one thing that will remain true to myself. I love you." With that, Denkou pulls Tarlaka close to kiss her. He never thought of the circumstances of his actions and he frankly doesn't care at the moment.

 
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 Tarlaka felt like she was being crushed, he loved her? but how? Sharlee loved her, had wanted her to come back home to help mom, but Tarlaka didn't and Sharlee is dead, just like Lucien. Tarlaka once again accepted his kiss, she could take this on slowly, but she didn't, couldn't love, it wasn't against anything, she was capible of it, Tarlaka just had a bit of a phobia of it. Tarlaka hung her head and looked at his chest, they could get in trouble for this, but Tarlaka didn't care.
"You can't love me Denkou, you hardly know me... About my past... I care for you... but i don't love you."
She lightly embraced him in a hug and put her head on his chest, maybe she did love him, but not know it yet.
 
 
 
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 Tarlaka hung her head low and Denkou can tell right then that she carries feelings for him, deep down inside. He put his hand under her chin to pull her head up to look directly into her eyes.
"The past doesn't matter, it's just that, the past. The only thing that matters is the present and I presently love you. Nothing can change that in my eyes." He stopped momentarily to ponder a second on her words about not loving him.
"I believe that you are not being true to yourself. Half of you loves me more than even I feel for you, but the other half still needs work. I refuse to give up on you just yet. You are my first and I want to keep it as my last. Please, think about it." Denkou finishes, before releasing Tarlaka's chin. He turns away and begins to stride towards the royal cambers to report in. Hope and faith are currently very strong within Denkou. He's never felt this way before and it motivates him in a positive way.

 
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 Tarlaka looked up at him and gave a sigh when he was done his speech and watched him walk off she shook her head and rubbed her chin were he held her. This was new, nothing like this has ever quite came up before on a mission or whatever she was sent out to do, and... What the hell was he talking about, other side? Did she have one? Probably, but Tarlaka didn't think it was love that the demon felt for him, probably lust, he wasn't exactiaclly bad looking, but he appeared to get the wrong idea of the erinyes blood. Tarlaka walked towards her room and accuied her shoulder pad... things, with the capes on the sides to keep her arms hidden and placed it on. She hadn't worn it since she had her wing un willingly trimmed of all the flying feathers on the left side (or was it right?), but with it on her shoulders again she didn't feel naked. Tarlaka walked around the grounds, watching the guards to make sure none of them were snoozing, which surprisingly, none of them were, this wasn't her job, but she didn't remember at the moment what her current task was supposed to be. The smell of flowers came from the garden and Tarlaka wandered towards it and sat infornt of the rose bush she had seen Denkou stop at, maybe she did like it... But all she was going to admit to herself was that she like him, just a little bit.  

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 Alone for the first time that dayâ€"which had soon turned into nightâ€"Lykoth sank into the plush chair by the window, finally allowed to rest and, dare she think it? relax. That is, until the next issue came up, and there had been plenty of those to deal with that day. Not that she minded; she had been prepared for them, and she didn't choose this duty to complain about it.

No, a kingdom that had been without leadership for months was bound to have its share of issues, and from what she'd learned, it had had its share of problems even with leadership. High crime rates, poverty...and the threat of an attack; the neighboring kingdom was apparently expecting one from some foreign army, and if all went well there (well, well for the attackers, that is), then it was likely this kingdom could be next on the list. It seemed the kingdom couldn't have chosen to lose its leadership at a worse time.

As any new prospective leader should be, she had been educated in all the vital statistics concerning the kingdom well before she had even begun her journey to it, and so, thankfully, she had been as prepared as she could possibly be. Not prepared enough, in her eyes. One could never be prepared enough. But it would suffice. For the time being.

She was pleased to find that, at least, that this country had the remnants of a working military. That was a relief. Still, she had not come unprepared, and had brought with her soldiers of her own in addition to her own council and servants as she needed them...

Staring out the window into the open courtyard, littered with night shadows, she found that, tired as she was from her travels, she could not yet find rest. There was still so much to do, so much planning on her mind. Her own soldiers from her own country, added to the remaining soldiers here, would certainly not be enough, nor sufficient to morale. The people had been cautious enough about her arrival; after all, she was a foreigner, and even though this was the task appointed to her, and even though she was doing this for their own good, she could understand their wariness. She just had to make it clear she wasn't here to make any drastic changes; she was only here to continue the legacy set by the Adelan rulers before her, and to build the country back up and provide the leadership it needed to survive. To help ease concerns, she needed to appoint the right Adelan citizens to any important government positions that needed filling. And recruit Adelan soldiers into the militia.

That, and a mountain of other important tasks...

But she hadn't grown up a High Lord's daughter for nothing. And she knew that these things took time, patience, and meticulous planning. One couldn't move mountains overnight.

Rubbing a patch of the window as it became fogged from the chill air outside, she glanced up at the clear, cold sky. Midnight. It was past midnight already, and only an hour ago had she stayed her work. And she didn't yet feel tired. Not mentally, at least. Her mind was awake and racing with all the thoughts of her duties.

And there would be more to do in the morning. Well...later in the morning.

Still, she couldn't bring herself to sleep just yet. She just sat, gazing out the window even as it fogged up again, a young woman in her mid-twenties with short red-brown hair, done in a myriad of braids, and golden-brown skin, dressed in a long gown of conservative, and yet exotic, dress.

 
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 The castle was colder than usual this night, so much that even Kylanya could feel the difference in temperature even though the cold and heat did not effect her as it did normal humans. The halls were barren except for a few servants who scuttled about in the early hours of the morning to finish tasks they had not been able to during the day. The walls breathed with stories that they longed to tell of secrets that took place in their abandoned halls.

Down this passage a pair of lovers met in the dark to share their few moments together, whispering love and nonsense that made sense only to their ears. In this room a great poet had sat by his desk for many hours, slaving over a phrase that would not come but he could feel in the pit of his mind. A small child had run through this place, playing a game of pretend with her childhood companions, dodging their elders lest they be forced to stop and embrace the real world they longed to leave behind. Here in the great halls minstrel after minstrel sat and performed before the royal and noble families of Adela, their poetic lyrics striking the hearts of all who listened, bringing some to tears. And here, the great laws of the realm were revised and completed as the kingdom was pieced together like a giant puzzle. A puzzle that still seemed to be missing parts of its picture.

How many of her sisters had sat in these halls? Each one had taken a task, a person, and stayed with them for the entirety of their lives, barely recognized but always there; always watching; always helping. How long had it been since one of her kind had returned the place of her ancestors? How many still remembered who they were, like she, or had they all faded into the cold stones of the past and become nothing but a memory?

Each stone spoke to her, giving up a story and a lesson that had long since been forgotten and longed to be remembered, longed to be found. Even the sconces that graced the walls echoed with their past and present, a tale yet to be told, still being woven.

Kylanya felt the dead presence of inspiration behind ever door. No one seemed to see their Muses anymore for they had faded over time and become things around them. But these symbols of her ancestors were not nearly as potent as before and their magic had nearly died and longed to be renewed.

That was why she was here, to awaken the powers of the past.

Pausing before a large oak door, Kylanya felt a presence inside the chamber, a restless being with so much to think about, so much to do for someone young as she. With complete silence, the muse pushed the door from its latch and entered the room to see the person whose mind she had sensed.

Lykoth her inner senses tingled as the name came into her mind, forming a picture that was more than just an outside image, but a picture that encompassed mind and body.

Just as quietly as she had entered, Kylanya sat down in a chair that was located in the corner of the room and kept silent watch.

 
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 Lykoth was beginning to drift off where she sat, and she knew it, but she was too comfortable to rise, change clothes, and make it over to the magnificent bed which was the focal point of the room. Besides...it had taken her long enough to get into this relaxed state; if she moved now, it would awaken her mind all over again, and then it would be another hour or so before her mind talked itself to sleep. She knew she'd regret it in the morning when she woke up with a stiff back but, frankly, didn't care. She had to get some sleep...there was just so much to do...

And yet, one blue eye cracked open slightly as a bit of cool air made its way unbidden into the warm room, stroking her face briefly before it was absorbed by the warmth the room's much needed fireplace emitted. She hadn't heard anything, but she knew the only logical explaination for that would be that the door had been opened. The spaceous castle had been much cooler in other areas.

Maybe she hadn't shut it all the way. No, she knew very well that she had. The only other possible explaination entered her mind with a mixture of contentment and annoyance, and she sighed and turned her head tiredly, though which emotion she sighed with was unclear. "Vincent, did I not tell you toâ€"oh..."

Her eyes had landed on the woman that sat across the room from her in a chair, and they went from tired to surprised in an instant. A moment later, and Lykoth sat up and smoothed out her features, though she made sure to do so in a way that seemed unhurried and unconcerned. She didn't recognize this woman...she could easily be someone of importance...and keeping her composure meant everything. Still...what was she doing here? Was it Adelan custom to walk in unannounced? No, wait, it was midnight. What would a noble be doing here? It certainly made no sense, even to her exhausted mind. Something that did make sense that occured to her then was that, perhaps, the girl was an Adelan servant...though she wasn't wearing the liveries. But she certainly wasn't one of her own servants.

"Who are you?" Ah yes. Very regal. But she was tired. She deserved a little leeway.
 
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 Kylanya was slightly shocked herself when the woman addressed her until she realized that in her roaming of the castle she had shed her invisibility in order to feel the world around her with a better sense. But perhaps it was fitting that this woman should see her, a living sign that muses were more than just myths and still roamed the world helping those with need.

With a brush of her long, star sprinkled brown hair she smiled, her dark sea eyes sparkling with their own light that emitted from her person, not the fire a few feet away. In fact, her entire body seemed to glow with ethereal light that glimmered across the silver circlet that draped across her delicate brow.

She did not answer at once, content to just sit and look upon the woman whose mind had called to her own and begged for assistance. So many thoughts raced through her mind, too many to count and each one holding just as much importance as the last. How did humans live with so much pressuring them? It was amazing that anyone had lasted so long without some sort of divine aid, if muses could even be considered divine.

My name is Kylanya she answered after a few moments of silence, her voice spoken half out loud and half within the mind of the woman before her, echoing as if they were standing in a stone hall with ceilings that would not contain sound but allowed it to bounce gaily. I am here to aid you, Lykoth. It was a half answer, but one filled with enough information to satisfy the initial shock of having a strange woman appear in your midsts like a small blow of the wind tickles your nose without any warning.

The stories...oh the stories that even this room longed to tell! The very stones cried out tales woven years before, legends that faded into dust as the rulers that once stayed here faded, disappearing into the cold ground, never to remembered but for deed and name. How easily humans forgot....how often humans longed to forget and thus erased half of their history.

 
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 It suddenly occurred to Lykoth, as her tired vision steadily began to clear, that the woman before her was in no possible way a servant. And as she noted the star-dusted hair and delicate, impossibly glass-like features that seemed to glow with their own light, she also began to question whether this woman was even human, for that matter. A thought which was further reinforced by the woman's odd way of communicating, her voice having an almost dream-like quality to Lykoth's ears. Which brough up another through: was she really asleep, and this some sort of dream?

No...a quick survey of the sensations around her told that she was very much awake; the fatigue was far too pronounced for this to be a dream.

The woman knew her name. For a moment, this startled her, but then the obvious explaination struck her, and she almost laughed. Of course she knew her name. She was this country's new leader. She had grown so caught up in the oddness of the situation, trying so hard to analyze it as she did any new situation, that an obvious answer had almost slipped by her.

It was too late for this...

"Aid me?" she asked after a pause, voice and features cool, despite her racing thoughts. It wasn't as thoug she'd never seen or even met a non-human before; they dwelled in her country, too. But she had never before met one like this. Other non-humans she'd met always seemed more...solid, less ethereal, and spoke in the same manner as other humans. "I daresay help is appreciated, and there are still council positions that need filling. If you are interested, you may request an audience for tomorrow, and we shall talk then."

It was a polite way of excusing the woman, in other words. By now she was fully awake and functioning, and a hint of annoyance had entered her mind, though she kept it concealed. She'd always thought requesting an audience was a universal protocal. At least, where she came from, people at the very least announced their presence before entering. Which brought up yet another thought. Security. She had known there wasn't much of that when she had come here, but the sheer lack of it was ridiculous if her own chambers weren't even being guarded. She could only imagine what it was like in the village. And that was what truly spawned her irritation. Not the girl's mistake. But that of the guards.

Yes, that would be one of the first things she would address in the morning.  

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 The sun was fading fast, and with it, Raijah's consciousness. He was exhausted! This day had been especially busyâ€"and trickyâ€"and he hadn't come out of it unscathed.

Sitting beneath an ancient tree, he willed his violet eyes to stay open as he wrapped his left arm with a cloth, wincing whenever he touched the flesh the wrong way. A long, deep gash stretched up from around his elbow to near his shoulder, red and enflamed, though the bleeding, at least, had long since stopped. For the most part. Argh.

Stupid humans!

Well, alright...so it had actually been the bear's doing...but it had been the humans' fault! After all, they had been the ones to set the trap, and the bear was simply acting out of pain, fear, and instinct. And in her panic she'd mistaken him for a human, apparently, because she'd lashed out violently and refused to let him near her. Or tried to.

It'd taken a while before he was able to free her, and that was partially due to the bear's own exhaustion. Which was lucky, because had that not been the case...things would have gotten a lot nastier. Hell, even after he freed her she was violent, and she only came to realize what he truly was when he finally healed herâ€"and he could only heal her after her leg was free of the trap that was crushing it.

Quite a situation, indeed. He was lucky he'd deal with similar situations before, otherwise he'd have come out worse than just a scratch and a mangled quarterstaff.

But, he didn't blame her. He blamed the humans. Idiots. He was always cleaning up after them. If he could only encounter them, they'd get a good talking to. And if he weren't bound by honor, they'd get a lot more than that!

They were free to hunt here. But trapping? That was a big no-no. Especially the trapping of a mother like that bear!

Grumbling to himself in annoyance, he finished binding his wound, and then tiredly laid back against the tree and shut his eyes. Finally. Slee--

A shadow passed over his eyes. "JAH-JAH!"

Raijah jolted upright so fast he nearly toppled over where he sat...but not just because of the motion itself. Pain shot through his arm, and he sucked in his breath with a curse. "Ishtaq!" he groaned, unable, for the moment, to form any other coherant words.

Ishtaq, of course, was immensely amused, and was giggling like the sadistic pixie she was. "Heehee! What? Aren'tcha happy to see me, Jah-Jah? Ohhhhh! I see!" She flitted over to him, hovering near his shoulder. "Awwww...Jah-Jah's got a boo-boo...does he need me to kiss it 'n' make it feel all better?"

Raijah grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like an explicative, and Ishtaq burst into laughter. She reached out a tiny hand to pat him on the head. "Yer so cute 'n' charming when your pissed. Hey! Speaking of which! I brought ya your friend!"

Nursing his arm, Raijah cocked an eyebrow without looking up at Ishtaq. "...Friend?"

"Uh huh! Just wait! You'll love her!"

"...Her?" This time Raijah did look up, both eyebrows raised as he stared at Ishtaq both suspiciously and skeptically. "Ishtaq..."

"Just hush! She's comin'!"

 
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 "What the hell did you get yourself into this time?" A familiar voice asked, cool and full of twisted amusement. Rakkalepta slowly flitted to the ground, and though in a relatively short skirt, managed not to flash anyone on the ground below. Her characteristic smirk was in place, arms crossed.

"Seems I was right Ishtaq, he did get into trouble. I should have made a bet..." A soft snicker came forth, and she grinned mildly at the little pixie.
Calmly strolling up to the disgruntled Raijah, Rakk knelt and glanced at his arm in a way that proved she did not see as everyone else did.
"That's infected you know." She mused, brushing some blue hair from her face. "What got you that bad?" She glanced at his mangled quarterstaff and smirked.
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 Ishtaq laughed. "Yeah, ya should! But ya can always make a bet on the future! Shouldn't be too long before he's beat up again!"

"Bets?" Raijah was rubbing his brow with his other hand. Aw man...he should have known Ishtaq would find the fae that so loved to gross him out by mangling her wings every chance she got! Which Ishtaq, of course, found irresistably "awesome". Seemed they were great pals. Not surprising.

And, of course, they both seemed to find his misery amusing.

"A bear. She was in a human trap," Raijah replied curtly, ignoring Ishtaq's snigger. "And howd'ya know it's infected?" he asked, this time in surprise as he quickly unwrapped his bandage a bit to look at it. It was really red...but he had figured some of that was bloodstains. Argh...just what he needed. An infection.

"Yeah right! I'll bet you got tangled in a bush or somethin'!" Ishtaq laughed. "A bear? Really, Jah-Jah, ya can lie better than that!"

Raijah glared at her, and she giggled. "Heehee...you're so cute when you're mad. Isn't he, Rak?"

Rakkalepta and Raijah. Hey...that had a nice ring she hadn't thought of before!
 
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 "A bear?" She repeated, glancing yet again at the wound that was now open to the wind. She did not see the wound really, but she could see variations between the healthy flesh and that which had been damaged.
And she could see the budding infection, bright against the reddish background.

At Ishtaq's interesting little comment about Raijah's cuteness when angry earned a mildly amused grin, and an interesting response.
"Excruciatingly."
She set her attention back to the wound, apparently pondering it closely, wings fluttering sporadically behind her.
"I know, because I can see it. The vision you use is blinded to me, so I see in an entirely different way. There's an infection starting up, and it looks like it'll be a nasty one."
One that could potentially prove deadly, though she did not let that part out just now. No need to scare anyone...yet...

"Of course, I'm sure you know of something in this place that can help, besides a good cleaning and some fresh bandages."
It was surprising to hear words like that come from her mouth. Then again...this body was that of a fey...annoyingly enough, to Rakk...
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 Ishtaq was grinning mischievously as she watched, butterfly wings fluttering behind her as she hovered. Rakkalepta thought he was cute, too! Heh heh heh...and awww...they were hitting it off already! Lookit that...they were gonna play doctor together...

So far, so good!

Raijah winced as Rakkalepta spoke--purposely ignoring her previous comment concerning his supposed "cuteness". Geez...alright, so he was lucky Ishtaq did bring her here. He hadn't seen anything unusual about the wound, himself... "Something in this place that can help?" he repeated suddenly, blinking. "You mean...aside from magic?"

He grimaced. Aww man...that meant none of them were healers. He couldn't heal himself, Ishtaq didn't have the ability, and obviously Rakkalepta couldn't. That meant doing it the slow way. Which was always annoying. And inconvenient.

"This place is full of medicinal plants," he told her. "There's a red-hued one that grows in damp, shadowed areas, and it helps promote healing and fight against impurities...think that'd work for infection?"

He was by no means an expert in this area. He was a healer, not a doctor!
 
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 Rakk sighed heavily at his first response. "Yes, aside from magick." She wasn't entirely sure she could still pull on the magickal reserves within this body. Sure, the faerie had been able to heal, but her soul had been replaced with Rakk's, and she definitely was no healer.
Damn...
Well, if worst came to worst...

"I don't know, maybe. We can try, but if things get bad, as it seems it will, I have one last option. But only if it's absolutely necessary."
With that, she stood and moved away from the injured fey. "Stay with him Ishtaq, I'll go herb hunting."
She snorted at the self-appointed job, then took off into the forest. This wouldn't be too difficult...she could look for the auras of healing plants, which should be a dark green...

And so the search began.
 
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 "Another option?" Raijah asked, but Rakkalepta had already started away, leaving Raijah writhing mentally with curiosity. What option? If worst came to worst...

She better not be thinking about cutting off his arm. For some reason, he wouldn't put that past her...

Ishtaq grinned and held up her hand in a salute. "Will do!" she said as Rakkalepta took off into the woods before flitting down to perch on Raijah's shoulder. She shook her head and clicked her tongue as she peered down at his wounded arm. "Geez...I leave ya alone for a minute..." she reprimanded playfully. "Oh well! Look's like you'll be gettin' a cool scar when it heals! Heh! Really lucky I brought Rak!"

Not the best first--well, okay, second--impression...his being injured kinda put some plans on the backburner for the time being, but...oh well!

"How ya feelin', Jah-Jah?" Ishtaq asked, voice this time sincerely concerned.

"Alright..." Hrm. Maybe some of it was psychological, but, indeed, Raijah wasn't quite feeling his best. His arm was really starting to hurt.
 
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 It took Rakk the better part of an hour to find all the plants and herbs with healing auras about them. Of course, she could not tell what plants and herbs did what, so she'd have to bring them all back to Raijah and let him decide which to use.
As she said, she was no healer.

Using the front of her button up shirt as a sort of holding area, Rakk started back. Now held in the dip of her shirt were many differnt kinds of plants and herbs, a few collected of each. She flew carefully, keeping a firm hold of the shirt so as not to drop any of the plants she had spent so much time collecting. The scratched aquired from picking through brambles were quickly healing, though a few deep scratches still remained. Not that Rakk rightly cared.

Coming within sight of Raijah and Ishtaq, Rakkalepta landed and calmly walked over to them both. She dumped the plants before Raijah uncerimoniously and crossed her arms, the shirt falling back in place and again covering her stomach.
"Alright, which ones?"
She asked coldly and without much feeling, staring down at the two and waiting for a response. She really didn't want to play doctor, but it seemed she had no choice...
 
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 Raijah's eyebrows lifted at the sight of all the plants Rakkalepta had collected. He certainly hadn't expected her to collect so many different types. And he certainly had no clue as to what half of them did. He knew they were all medicinal--to live out here, you had to know what plants were good, bad, and completely harmless--but as to what medical purpose they served, exactly...he hadn't a clue.

The only one he really knew anything about was the red one he'd mentioned earlier, and even there his knowledge was painfully limited.

"Which ones? Uh...that one." He pointed to a plant with fleshy, reddish leaves. "That's the one I was talking about. I don't know what the other ones do..."

"Aww! Look whatcha did, Jah-Jah! Rakk went and got aaaall those plants and got all scratched up!" Ishtaq exclaimed, and Raijah winced in surprise when she gave his hair a yank. "And you, dummy, don't even know what they do! Did ya even pay a bit of attention to Makyo?"

"You know botany was never my--hey, you didn't either!"

Ishtaq shrugged. "I wasn't the one being taught," she replied simply. "Besides, my area of expertise is darker stuff, not plants, silly." With that, she fluttered back over to Rakkalepta to watch her progress, butterfly wings shimmering.

Raijah shook his head in irritation and leaned back against the tree, but then sat back up when, through his irritation, something Ishtaq had said rang true. He looked over at Rakkalepta. "Hey, uh...thanks, by the way..." he told her. Ishtaq was right. She had been gone at least an hour scrounging around for herbs for him, something she certainly didn't have to do. After all, she was a dark fae...
 
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 Rakk didn't really want to get into the fact she had just wasted an hour collecting plants nobody knew anything about. Therefore, she simply shrugged at his thanks.
"Want me to get more of those then?"
She asked, kneeling and feeling the red-leaved plant closely with her fingers. She memorized the small differences in it's aura compared to other plants, and hoped she could remember it when she might have to get more.
As she said, she was blind to the vision Raijah and Ishtaq used.
Which technically meant she did not even know what Raijah or Ishtaq looked like in detail...just their auras and heat signatures reflected into her eyes...

The demonic faerie awaited an answer, crossing her arms and continuing to kneel upon the ground.
"Times wasting, the infection is getting worse already." Rakk noted, the only one able to see the infection thus far.
 
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 "I...think that should be enough..." Raijah replied haltingly. In other words, he wasn't completely sure. "Ah...well, we can always go with what we have now, and if more is needed, collect it as we need it," he suggested finally, and cringed when she stated the infection was growing worse.

He couldn't see the infectionâ€"save for the obvious redness and swellingâ€"but he could certainly feel it; the whole area in and around the wound was throbbing painfully, making him wince. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd been wounded; he'd been in actual battles and had suffered injuries worse than this. But there was always a fae healer to tend to injuries and, thus, this was the first time he'd ever experienced an infection. A serious one, at least.

Once this was over, he'd make a point of studying up on plants...

"D'ya need help, Rakk?" Ishtaq asked, hovering over her shoulder.
 
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 Rakk nodded at his words. True, she could get more if they needed more. A small snort was issued as Raijah again winced in pain. She had never had an infection before, so couldn't fathom how painful it was. Then again, she seemed to like pain, so it probably wouldn't have bothered her either way.

Without warning, Rakk grabbed Raijah's injured arm and leaned over it. Taking a deep breath, she blew softly on the swollen wound, covering the entire length of the gash carefully. Within moments the swelling began to go down, and the pain lessoned a bit.
"That'll wear off soon..." She muttered, quickly gathering the needed plants and studying them some more.

Should she grind them? Make some sort of paste for the wound? She knew less about this than any of them, and was left to the task of preparing things.
Damn it all...
"If you can help, then be my guest." She responded, still wondering what the best method might be for this.
If only she had aquired the fae's knowledge along with her body...
 
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 Raijah stared at his arm in wonder. Oh, sure, it still hurt, but not nearly as bad as it had; it didn't look as bad as it had, either. Blinking, he looked back up at Rakkalepta. Well, that was easy. Why hadn't she done that earliâ€"

Rakk's next statement answered that question. Darn...

Ah well. It would be nice while it lasted. Damn...so this was what an infection was like. Rakkalepta hadn't been kidding when she said it was going to get nasty...

Ishtaq grinned. "I think ya should make it a mush to spread over the wound," she suggested, noticing how Rakk stared at the plant uncertainly. "At least, that's what I always saw his cousin do." That was said with a look Raijah's way, which Raijah rolled his eyes at.
 
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 Rakk nodded. "Alright then." Well, this shouldn't be too hard...
With a crisp sound, her arms were suddenly covered in the sheets of silver metal that spawned from the ruby around her neck. Holding the plants in the palm of one clawed hand, she balled the other into a fist and began to grind the strange red-leafed plant.

Soon, it was a reddish hued paste, and Rakk glanced down at it with blinded eyes. The healing aura had increased quite a bit with the crushing of the leaves, and she smirked mildly.
"Guess that was the right thing to do."

Shifting back over to Raijah, Rakk let the metal on her grinding hand retract back into the necklace so she could apply the paste. "Sit still, and try not to scream or anything." The dark Fae ordered gruffly. Then began the, what she would assume, painful process of salving the wound with the paste. She had to get it down into even the deepest crevices of the wound, and that could NOT feel good...
Still, she was as gentle as she could be, so at least it was evident she cared enough not to purposefully increase his pain.
 
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 Easy for her to say.

Even with his jaw set against the incoming agony, he couldn't help but wince and, if he wasn't careful, gasp in pain. The fingers of his free hand dug deep into the ground, bracing himself as best as he could. Overall, though, he was pretty controlled in his reactions.

That is, until she really started to apply the salve deep into the wound.

Raijah gave a yelp of alarm and pain and jerked roughly away from her touch to hug his injured arm possessively to his bodyâ€"an action which, ironically, resulted in even more pain. "Do you HAVE to be so friggin' ROUGH!?" he snapped, his response more instinctive than intentional. Aghhh...his arm was throbbing again like mad, aching horribly up and down the length of his arm.

It was really hard to tell that someone was attempting to be gentle when the littlest bit of pressure set the nerves on fire.

"Oh, suck it up and stop bein' a baby, Jah-Jah!" Ishtaq snorted while shaking her head. Heh, in all actuality, she found this whole thing very morbidly amusing.

Raijah didn't, and he responded to her amusement with a death-glare. "Shut up..." he warned in a venomous tone, arm still smarting horribly.

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 My, but that was the wrong thing to do. Just because she was being gentle, and somewhat nice, did not veto the fact she was demonic.
And she did not take kindly to being snapped at, especially when she was doing something she'd rather not do in the first place.

"Here, let me help you with that pain." Rakk hissed, and out of nowhere her metal-free fist came rocketing straight for Raijah's face.
If it were able to smash into his grimacing facade, it would more than likely knock him clean out. Which, of course, was the purpose.
Or...maybe it was just because Rakk was pissed.
 
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 Rakkalepta got her wish. Her fist connected, and Raijah slid instantaneously into unconsciousness.

Ishtaq had frozen for a moment, eyes wide in shock and wings barely moving as she watched the whole ordeal and its outcome. And then, a second later, the surprise passed and she burst into fits of giggles, nearly doubling over in laughter. Ohhh man...this was just too great!

"You go, girl!" Ishtaq sniggered, flitting over to hover at Rakk's side.
 
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Rakk snorted sharply, and continued with the application of the paste as if nothing had happened at all. He was out cold, which meant he wouldn't feel any of it. So she shed the pretense of being gentle and just shoved the stuff onto the wounds as fast as possible.
She was done with this damn doctor sh!t...

Yeah, Raijah had pissed her off all right. Now he'd be lucky to get her help even if his arm was rotting off. Or, she might just cut it off...which wasn't really helping if you thought about it.
Finished, Rakkalepta stood and moved away in silence. Finding a good sized tree, she flitted up into it's lower branches and sat. Leaning back, she crushed her wings against the rough bark, and even went so far as to shift back and forth, tearing them even worse.
Yeah, she was angry all right.
 
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Finely-boned muzzle, that of a fox, peers out from behind the curved surface of a treetrunk, followed by the appearance of a tawny physique. Contented from a recent kill, and energy restored from sleep, the vixen had set about wandering, traveler's mind mapping the terrain of the vast realm her journeying had brought her to. And now, her driftings had brought her here. Lithe limbs folding themselves silently into a sitting position, amber eyes observe the scene before her. Here was a figure sprawled against the ground, apparently unconscious; here a tiny shape hovered in the air, preseumably a pixie-like creature, and perched high in a tree's emerald heights was a winged female, posture speaking of anger. A strange tableau, indeed.

Slight frame raised from the earth, the minx begins to drift closer, movements cloaked in the relative silence that accompanied a predator's gait. Muzzle lifts slightly, nares scenting the air, catching the armona of.. freshly ground plants? Finally choosing to reveal herself, red-gold figure emerges from the shadows, the three white-tipped plumes that proclaimed her different from a common fox waving in her wake. Coming to stand at the fringe of the trees, not far from the three, gaze roves the clearing silently before words are projected to those present in general. Her lips do not move, however, her mental voice clear, almost musical.

"Greetings"
 
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Uh oh...Rakk didn't look too happy at all...she wasn't even talking to her! Argh! Stupid, stupid Raijah! If he'd spoiled all her fun, cool, plans because he was such a hot-head, he'd be in soooo much trouble by her!

Hiding her disappointment and disdain, the pixie went to fly up near Rakkâ€"the fae was doing that nifty trick with her wings again! Couldn't miss that!â€"but a voice stopped her. And, turning in mid-flight, she looked in its direction...then gave a squeal of delight.

"OHH! A kitsune! WHOA!" she exclaimed, immediately fluttering down to swoop before the fox, buzzing around its body to inspect itâ€"especially the tails. "Ahhh! So cool! I haven't seen one of ya guys in AGES! Love the tails!"

Raijah was still silent where he had slumped.

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Rakk was in too deep a brood to really notice the small, multi-tailed fox. Arms crossed over her chest, she sat silently in the tree, only registering the musical voice vaguely.
Of course, her milky white-blue gaze shifted towards the fox once Ishtaq began making such a big racket.

The little pixie was much too easily amused...
Rakk smirked, then shut her eyes and continued her silence. Her body, though fae in appearance, radiated a demonic aura. And she was still crushing her fragile wings ruthlessly against the tree.
She had never been much of a talker anyway, but angry, she was dead silent.

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Black-tipped auditiories swivel toward the high-pitched squeal given by the pixie. Amber eyes, sparkling with amusement at creature's intense curiosity and delight, tracking her as she buzzes around the vixen's red-gold form. She was surprised that the pixie apparently knew of her kind, and even more so to learn that she had previously encountered a kitsune. After all, there were not many, and those that were tended to keep themselves hidden, despite their love of meddling.

A soft mental chuckle can be heard, before further speech is projected, directed toward the miniature figure hovering above her.

Thankyou. What is your name? They call me Freya.

Gaze turns briefly toward the silent figure in the tree, yet as she makes no sound, the minx glides forward a little, toward the figure of Raijah, halting her movement a few paces away. She notes his mangled arm, and the paste spread over it. This was where the scent of ground plants had come from, then. Still, this didn't explain his unconsciousness. Curious, the vix turns to the pixie, addressing her once again.

What happened to our friend here?


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 "The name's Ishtaq!" the pixie introduced, reaching out a tiny hand to stroke one of the kitsune's tails as her rainbow-hued wings worked to allow her to hover there. "Nice to meetcha, Freya!"

She paused in her wide-eyes examination of the kitsune for a moment when she inquired about Raijah. "Oh, and that? That's Jah-Jah, my buddy! Well, his real name's Raijah, but call him Jah-Jah, 'kay? he hates it! But, ah, anyway, he's an idgit, hence the arm and unconsciousness and stuff. Hasn't yet learned that it's not nice to speak bad to a ladyâ€"to Rakk up thereâ€"" She pointed toward the tree, where Rakkalepta was lounging. "Heh, Rakk's so cool. But, anyway! Well, uh, he spoke bad to her, that's why he's unconscious, at least, I mean! The arm and all is from a bear, he said."

She nodded sagely, and through it all, she hadn't paused once for a breath. That was a talent she was quite proud of, actually.

From where he lay, Raijah stirred slightly as consciousness began to return, and he gave a low groan. Damn...everyone was being so loud...

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 Rakk watched Freya and Ishtaq with mild interest throughout the conversation. She still did not speak to them, for anger made her silent, but was was interested in what they were saying.
A small smirk formed as Ishtaq announced that she was 'cool'. Rakk couldn't imagine why, but if the pixie believed it, than so be it...

Finally, Rakk jumped from her place in the tree and landed graceful as a cat. Apparently, Raijah's groan had attracted her attention, and it was confirmed as she made her way over to him.
Sensing he was more sleeping now than being unconcious, a slow, malicious smirk formed.
Metal slid from the ruby around her neck to sheath her left hand. With her right, she jabbed Raijah in the chest a few times.
"Wake up, or I'll start cutting things off." She hissed, her voice dead serious.
Yes, Rakk was a strange one all right...

 
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The red-gold kitsune remaines silent throughout the pixie's long and animated monologue, listening with some amusement while extracting the facts from her high-speed narration. The tale completed, the vixen gives a slight nod, soft laughter colouring her mental speech.

"Well, I think perhaps she has made her point."

Her attention is brought back to Raijah at his stirring, before amber gaze turns to watch the demonic fae jump from her treetop perch to come to his side. Silently, she stalks slightly closer, and upon hearing Rakk's words, rethinks her phrasing. Turning back to the pixie, further words are directed to the tiny figure.

"Or, perhaps she has further points to make yet."

Dancing eyes come to rest upon the form of Raijah, lyrical speech sent towards his mind. After all, what better a wake-up call than one that came from inside your own head?

"Rise and shine, Raijah, you have company."


.Freya.

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 Ishtaq giggled at the kitsune's pun, and followed her as she crept closer. "Ya got that right! And she'd do it, too...when she says stuff, she means it!"

Raijah twitched slightly as something jabbed him in the chest and a musical wake-up call filled his mind, but kept his eyes shut stubbornly. "Go away..." he mumbled thickly, draping his uninjured arm over his eyes to block out the glaring light. Wonderful. In addition to a painfully throbbing arm, he now had a headache that could kill. Just his luck. And, as usual, it seemed no one could stand the idea of letting him sleep. But what was worse was that damned prodding...ARGH! Whoever was doing that was so gonna diâ€"

"What!?" His violet eyes snapped open at that last statement, the one about cutting things off, and the first thing he saw was Rakk standing over him with that...weapon...of hers. Oh, damn...

"Gyah! I'm awake, I'm awake!" he told her hastily, and quickly sat up straighter, wincing slightly as his head throbbed in protest, in addition to his arm. "So...ah...you can put that away, now..."

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 Blinded eyes watched Raijah's blatant refusal to wake in a way no one else could see. He would regret that soon, for she always kept her word.
The clawed hand flexed dangerously, making the smooth sound of metal sliding across metal.

A deceptively sweet grin was provided at his awakening, though the weapon retreated. "And I was hoping you'd sleep in, too."
She mused, her sadistic side not even attempting to hide itself. She stood, but before doing so poked the forming bruise on his jaw. Her handiwork, of course.
But at least the healing paste was on the angry wounds, though whether it would work or not was something for the morning to tell.

And that was some ways away. Night was finally falling, cloaking the world in a thick blanket of shadow. Now Rakk could see in yet another new way; that of those nocturnal creatures, with the washed out coloring of the day, and undefined lines of beings.
Perhaps this was the best time for Rakk to actually see and note what Ishtaq, Raijah, and Freya truly looked like as far as features went. During the day, only the sight of aura and heat were hers, and they did not show where one's eyes, nose, and mouth were placed on a person's face.
However, she seemed little interested in seeing what her companions looked like. At the moment, her gaze was surveying the night sky, more importantly, the large orb that was the moon.
 
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The flame-kissed figure of the Kitsune sat motionless beside the hovering Ishtaq, vivid citrine eyes watching the small drama unfolding before her. Silence ruled her mind for the time being, tracking the vengeful movements of Rakkalepta with some amusement, delicate ears picking up the speech of the two. So different, were the three that embodied this gathering - the fun-loving Ishtaq, the demonic Rakkalepta, and the vioilet-eyed Raijah, whose character she had not had an opportunity to judge as of yet.

The deepening shadows of the oncoming night shrouded the minx's petite form, her stature belieing the power that resided in her mind, young as she was by the standards of her race. Seeing the demonic Rakk stand, the vixen herself rose from the earth, red form, darkened by the dusk, drifting over to stand before the awakening Raijah. Her three white-crowned tails waved in her wake, as her chiming mental speech picked up once again.

"Hello, Raijah. I am Freya."


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 "Ow..." Raijah winced when Rakk poked his jaw, swatting her hand awayâ€"and then raised an eyebrow suddenly and felt his jaw with his fingers. Sure enough, there was a bruise there. And the flesh itself felt puffy and swollen. Like he'd been punched or something. "Wait...how'dâ€"!?"

"Ya passed out from the pain and hit your face against the tree!" Ishtaq cut in quickly, noticing the way he was looking at Rakkalepta accusingly. Erk! Funny as it was, she knew the knowledge of what had happened would set Raijah off...and that would set Rakkalepta off...and then that would royally screw up all her plans! Especially if one of them killed the other! And more than likely, that "other" would be Raijah. "Ya big baby."

Raijah's face darkened slightly with a blush, and he was about to retort to Ishtaq when a voice filled his mind. One that was vaguely familiar, though he didn't know from where.

Turning his head and blinking in confusionâ€"how did whoever was speaking know his name?â€"his eyes landed upon the kitsune. And then he blinked again. Unlike Ishtaq, he'd never seen one of her kind before, though he had heard of them.

Almost immediately, his moody demeanor softened respectfully. "Oh...ahh...hello, Freya..."
 
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 Rakk snorted lightly at Ishtaq's improvised excuse for the bruise. My, wasn't that smooth...
A small roll of clouded eyes was given to Raijah's sudden mood swing from pissed to kind and respectful. Maybe she should knock him out again...

The demonic fae frowned lightly. Damn, he was really starting to bother her, wasn't he?? Time for some away time. People shouldn't bug her like that...

Without warning, Rakk flitted her wings a few times then took off. She easily rose above the trees and began to disappear into the darkened distance.
"See you in the morning...maybe." She called back before her form was enveloped in shadow. Maybe...just to see if Raijah's arm was going to need to be amputated or not.

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Finely-boned muzzle gave a slight nod, both in answer to Raijah and to silently commend Ishtaq's smoothing-over. Watching Raijah's confused anger dissipate, flaxen gaze was raised to meet his own violet eyes, further speech breaching the gap between minds.

"You've been asleep for a while.. your friend here introduced me."

She said, visage turning slightly to indicate Ishtaq. The sounds of Rakkalepta's flight then reached her ears, and her amber eyes followed the demonic fae as she took off. Doubtless, she had had enough. A faint smirk formed on the delicate muzzle of the vixen, before she turned back to Raijah.

"She also said your arm was injured by a bear."

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 Awww...Rakkalepta was leaving, now, Ishtaq noted disappointedly. But...she said she'd be back! Yay! That was good...she'd better come back, otherwise Ishtaq would just have to hunt the "scary-faerie" down again!

Oh well! In any case, it gave her time to formulate plans and ideas. This would be tricky...but she could do it! She had her ways...

Grinning, she flitted up into the tree Raijah was sitting under and perched on one of the branches there (well, actually it was a twig, but to Ishtaq it was a branch) where she could watch and plot.

Using his good arm, Raijah masked a small yawn with his hand. "Heh...I guess I have..." he murmered, still slightly embarrassed. Passed out from the pain? Aw man... "Yeah...a bear did this. I don't blame her, though...I would have probably done the same in her situation..." He glanced down at his arm, then away, again. The wound was still angry looking with infection, but the healing paste had drawn away some of the pain.

Speaking of which...

He glanced around for Rakkalepta, then blinked when he noticed she was gone. He winced. Ah, right...he had been kinda snappy to her when he woke up...whoops...

Much as she irritated him at times, she had gone out of her way to help...

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The kitsune nodded slightly at Raijah's words, amber eyes on the pixie as she flitted up to the tree branches. She had a certain look about her.. no doubt she was up to some sort of mischief. The vixen's attention then returned to Raijah, listening to his last statement. She took a step closer closer, plumed tails flickering absently as she looked at the wound. She did not have any kind of magical vision like Rakkalepta's at her disposal, but from here, even to the common eye, the wound appeared red and inflamed. Surely, some kind of infection was present, if he had been injured by a bear. Although she had limited knowledge of healing herbs and the like, not having much use for them herself, she did not think the paste that had been applied would cure an infection fully, even if it did act as a pain-killer. However, her kind was versed in the arts of magic, and she had a limited range of healing powers. Perhaps she could do something for him. The vixen tilted her head to the side slightly, almost quizically, aureate gaze on Raijah's again.

"Let me see the wound? Perhaps I can help."


.Freya.


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 He tilted his head slightly in curiosity, then nodded slowly, uncertainly, and painfully held out his wounded arm for her to see. The deep gash extended all the way up his arm from his elbow to his shoulder, and even with the healing salve masking it, it was easy to tell it was deep and still horribly tender. Yet he trusted the kitsune. To some extent. He never fully trusted anyone when it came to his wounds, much like the animals he tended, but she certainly seemed gentler than Rakkalepta and Ishtaq, both of whom seemed to find his misery amusing, even if they were infinitely helpful. When they wanted to be, that is.

"What can you do?" he asked, curious and yet naturally a bit wary as he watched.

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For a time the red-gold kitsune remained silent, mind reaching back many human years to the few lessons she had had in this sort of healing. In truth, she knew little, having quickly abandoned the study of healing and medicines for more enthralling and exciting passtimes. However, what she did know, she remembered, and she should be able to do something about that infection, at least. Responding to Raijah's question, her chiming mental speech picked up again, perhaps laced with slight laughter.

"This."

And with that she expelled a breath, the departing air glowing a soft gold. Slowly, it spread up the length of his injured arm until it coated the wound, the magical light blazing a brighter gold before disappearing from vision. The vixen paused a moment before she spoke again, pleased that it appeared to have worked.

"That should clear up any infection you have there. As for the actual wound itself, the healing process will have been sped up a little, but still it will take some time."

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 He watched with wide violet eyes as the kitsune exhaled, sending a golden glow upon his wound, coating it fully, glowing brightly, and then...vanishing. Rakkalepta had done something similar not long before the kitsune had come, only she had never promised that it would cure the infection, as this kitsune did. Rakkalepta had only been able to relieve some of the pain. And, as he watched, it appeared that, for a moment, the wound appeared less inflamed, felt less painful, as though the infection really had left. Relief washed over him...finally...

"Thank you, Freya," Raijah murmered, letting his body relax since the first time this whole ordeal had begunâ€"save when he had been unconscious, of course. "Gods, I don't know how I canâ€""

He cut off abruptly, clenching his teeth stubbornly as the pain suddenly returned, the wound once again throbbing and pulsing painfully. And, even as he watched, the redness began to return, once again spreading from the wound to blot the healthy flesh around it angrily. Within seconds, it was once again the horrid wound it had originally been...and the pain seemed to have increased slightly...

He drew his arm back sharply, and immediately regretted the action as pain shot blossomed through his arm as alarm blossomed through his mind. "What theâ€"!? What happened? What was that?"

"Jah-Jah...umm...did you forget...?" Ishtaq had been watching the whole ordeal, and was now peering over the twig down at he and the kitsune.

"Forget what?"

Ishtaq sighed and shook her head. "Does fae magic ring a bell?"

For a moment, Raijah stared up at Ishtaq blankly, as though she were insane. Fae magic? Could she be any more vague? He knew all about fae magic! He was a fae! Did she really think he was that foolâ€"oh...

"Faes can only be healed by other faes...by fae magic..." he muttered, suddenly feeling very foolish, indeed. Argh...how could he have forgotten? Guess desperation had made him conveniently forget. Ah...that explained it nicely. Freya's magic had never worked on him...only given the illusion that it had as his own magics and immunities kicked in. And the whole blunder hadn't made his condition worse...it was only that his condition had worsened naturally as the infection ran it's course...

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The red-gold vixen watched in puzzlement as the redness that marked infection began to spread from the gash once again. She tilted her head slightly to one side, quite perplexed until her delicate ears picked up Raijah's half-muttered speech. His last statement was echoed in the kitsune's thoughts. Yes, damn. That was someting she had not known. Lyrical voice speaks out again, albeit to state the obvious.

"In light of that, then, there is nothing I can do."

Her telepathic voice was tinged slightly with a sigh, before a stray thought entered her conscious mind at a slant, and amused words were sent toward Raijah's mind.

"Perhaps you will seek out Rakkalepta again."

And, no doubt, if the demonic Rakk were able to help, there would be some amount of convincing to do on Raijah's part. Still, the kitsune was sorry she could not do more.


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 Raijah nodded slowly. "It's alright, you tried. I should have warned you about that...but I forgot. Ugh...dunno how I could have...sorry..." His thoughts felt so disjointed lately, and he didn't know why...he never forgot stuff like this, especially when it was important! Maybe he was just tired...that was probably it. He hadn't gotten any real sleep...and he did feel fatigued and exhausted. And very sore and achy and just generally, well...not well.

Rubbing his temples tiredly and holding in a yawn, he grimaced slightly in surprise, blinking. The flesh felt damp, clammy...a sensation he'd never felt before...

"Hm? Rakkalepta?" Another grimace. "If she comes back...yes...but...I don't know where she went, and..." He yawned, unable to hold this one in. "...and...and...ugh, I dunno..." His train of thought was shot, it seemed. He was just so tired...and the coming of night wasn't helping. Neither was the developing fever, though Raijah was unaware of that; he'd never had one before, after all.
 
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The vixen nodded at his first words. His lapse of memory wasn't of great consequence to her; something as simple as what she had just performed would not cost her much energy. Her amber gaze rested on his face as his speech became more broken, finally trailing off into silence. Suddenly her eyes snagged on something, and she re-focused her sight, making out tiny beads of sweat upon his forehead. A fever, then, too. Certainly, that was the last thing he needed. Her mental voice was soft.

"Raijah, you're developing a fever."

The kitsune's three tails waved in a slight breeze, as she stood in the deepnening light of dusk. Her head was tilted up to the sky, citrine gaze picking out the pinpoints of emerging stars. She hadn't intended to stay, but she may as well do so now - she was certain there was enough game in the immediate area to satisfy a predator's hunger should she wish to go hunting. Her thoughts swung back to Raijah's fever, searching her memory for treatments. Although kitsune rarely suffered from sickness, many enjoyed lingering disguised in their human forms, and so were taught the non-magical remedies for human ailments. Her gaze swung back to the injured fae-man.

"You would do well to keep as warm as possible, and drink frequently.. if there is water nearby."

Her jet ears flickered, sifting through the sounds of wildlife for the song of a forest stream before she spoke once again.

"And in the meantime, I will stay."

With that, her vixen's form blazed golden, the light obscuring her from sight for a moment. In truth, the light was unnecessary, but, why not put on a pretty show? The glow dwindling, the slender figure of Freya's human form emerged, clad in a simple figure-hugging, short-sleeved earthen gown, its hem hanging just above her knees. She appeared to be about 18, the approximate human equivalent of her age as a kitsune. Twining around one wrist was a bracelet, comprised of a continuous spiral of gold. Vivid red-gold locks fell half way down her back, a contrast against her fair skin. Her hair framed a finely-boned face, faintly resembling that of her previous form. Her eyes, however, remained the same, the slightly slanted amber orbs of a fox.


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 "What's a fever?" came Ishtaq's curious responce to Freya's diagnosis. Rainbow-hued wings flashing in the fading light, she flitted down from her perch to land lightly on Raijah's knee, peering up at him, and then at the kitsune. She saw the beads of sweat and forming flush against his light skinâ€"all very odd, as the night was cool; there was no reason for him to be hot!â€"and concern entered her usually care-free mind as Freya spoke of ways to treat the affliction.

It didn't sound good...at all. And Raijah was gradually starting to look more and more haggard and tired.

"Is he...is he gonna die...?"

"Of...of course not, stupid..." Raijah muttered thickly, cracking an eye open at her irritably. It may have seemed harsh, the way he spoke to his companion, but in all truth it was how they normally spoke to one another; a sort of...affectionate teasing. Of sorts. "It's just...slow healing. Prob'ly...takes a while...to...to start...to work. Y'know?" It was becoming quite the effort to keep his eyes open. Fever? Ehhh...he had no idea what that was, either, save that whatever it was, he apparently had it. Keep warm? But...but he was warm. And yet, there was a vague sensation of cold, of a growing chill in his spine...and the mere thought of drinking cool water made him shiver slightly. Or maybe that was the fever's doing.

"...Thanks...Freya..." he murmered, allowing his eyes to close heavily, though undoubtedly they would have closed even had he resisted. He just wanted to sleep. That was all. He was so exhausted, he hardly felt the pain in his arm at all.

Only moments later, he was asleep, and only Ishtaq was around and conscious to witness Freya's changing. That ws certainly not something she had expected, and she stared openly. "Whoaa..."
 
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The kitsune, still at this point in the form of a vixen, watched as Ishtaq fluttered down from the tree. Chiming voice began to formulate a reply to the pixie's query, trying to remember the definition of a fever.

"A fever.. it would have been caused by the infection in the wound. His temperature is running high, and his body will try to regulate it, so he'll feel cold and shiver, as well."

In response to the pixie's second question she shook her head slightly, her eyes on Raijah. No, he wouldn't die from the fever.. but he was very ill. She watched him slip into sleep, then the golden glow appeared around her vixen's form.

Her transformation completed and the light fading from existence, Freya took a moment to get her bearings. She had lived in this form before, yet not for some time. She had chosen to travel here in her true form, it being far less conspicuous, as well as swifter. Hearing Ishtaq's exclamation of surprise, she turned to grin at her briefly, before her gaze again travelled the clearing. Lucky Raijah, unconscious with a fever and an wounded arm in the wilderness of a mountainside. Well, he would need to drink, else he'd lose too much water and become dehydrated.

"Ishtaq, are there any streams nearby?"

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 Ishtaq nodded, chewing her lip concernedly. She had quickly recovered from the surprise of Freya's transformation, and was once again back to being worried for her friend. She always had a tendency to jump from one subject and situation to the next with hardly any transition. "Yeah...there's a stream not far from here, not far at all...it's over there!" She pointed with a tiny finger, to the place where the clearing ended and the woods truly began. "It's just right through there...Jah-Jah always makes sure water is really, really close by when we choose an area to stay! It's never fun walking for miles and miles and miles to get water to drink or wash with."

She gave a sage nod. Indeed...they had learned from experience to always seek out a water source before deciding on staying in an area for any given time. Of course, Ishtaq had exaggerated the whole "miles" thing a bit...but exaggeration was in the pixie's nature. Or...perhaps it wasn't exaggeration at all to her. After all, she was only six inches tall, not including her wings.

"Hey...Freya? He's starting to shiver more 'n' stuff..." she said suddenly, and took to the air again to go and hover above Raijah. Rakkalepta had been right...this was turning out to be a pretty nasty infection, and the fever it had induced was slowly increasing in intensity, causing him to shiver steadily nowâ€"even if it was still fairly mild. But the flush had increased...and the gash in his wound was not looking any better. It looked even more enflamed. And, even though he was very much unconscious, it didn't seem as though it was entirely painless; sweat had dampened his bangs, making them cling to his skin, and his brows drew together with every shudder.

Tentatively, she touched his skin. "He's hot!" Well, of course Freya had explained it all...but...still...it was so weird! He acted cold...but he was burning up!
 
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The kitsune nodded at the pixie's words - that was sensible, and fortunate in this case. Her gaze was drawn back to Raijah at Ishtaq's exclamation, noting with slight concern his worsening state.

"Hmm.. he'll be alright."

Her mental voice was reassuring, if slightly pre-occupied. She would go to fetch water soon, but for now, in light of Raijah's increasing shivers, a small fire wouldn't go amiss. She began to walk around the clearing, gathering pieces of dry wood. Choosing a bare section of earth on which to pile them, she twirled a hastily sharpened twig between her hands, the friction caused by the pointed end held against a strip of bark conjuring a spark. The wood crackled as it caught alight, the flickering flame spreading across the twigs, gaining strength until it cast a pool of warm light against the ground. The sort of practical magic that would have been used by some human mages to conjure magical fire was not Freya's own, and so she turned to more mundane methods for tasks such as this. She sat back for a moment, glancing again at Raijah, before she stood, tossing the sharpened twig into the fire. Now, for water. Turning to Ishtaq, the kitsune spoke again.

"I'll be back in a moment."

She set off in the direction the pixie had indicated, small bare feet finding an easy path through the leafy forest trees, guided easily in the dim light by her fox's nocturnal vision. Quite soon, she came upon the stream, kneeling on the bank. She procured a small water flask from somewhere about her person, removing the lid and lowering it into the cool, rushing water. She then made haste back to the clearing, crossing to where the fae-man lay.

Setting the flask on the ground nearby, the girl knelt once again, absently brushing errant strands of red hair aside before shaking Raijah lightly to wake him. Losing as much fluid as he was through sweat, it was important that he drink, or his temperature would continue to escalate. So this, at least, was a necessary diversion from sleep. And, she thought with wry amusement, he was probably too confused and in too much pain to make much of a fuss. Once again came the internal wake-up call.

"Raijah."


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 Ishtaq stayed with Raijah as Freya went to gather the water, watching over him worriedly. The heat from the fire was strong and good...but it didn't seem to have affected the strange cold her companion was feeling. His teeth were chattering, now.

Stupid Raijah! Dealing with an angry she-bear alone! Of course, caring for such creatures was his duty...but he should have waited for her! She could have distracted her, even soothed her with song if it came down to it.

She was relieved when Freya finally returned. Whew! She didn't like being alone and not knowing what to do.

Raijah moaned lightly when he felt his body being shook slightly, and his eyelids fluttered, but didn't open, even though he had been jolted awake by that movement. Gods, he hurt...his whole body felt like it was on fire, and yet he was shaking uncontrolably with cold, the jarring movement and odd, warring combination of temperature painful. He heard a voice call his name, that familiar musical voice, but for some reason it didn't want to register in his mind, it didn't want to stick, and comprehension was lost to him.

His eyes clenched tightly shut for a moment, and then, slowly, opened a little; only enough to be able to register some shapes and colors, but everything was so horribly blurred, and he was so tired, he quickly shut them again.

His wound, on the other hand, had also gotten worse; beneath the damaged, swollen skin and relatively useless healing salve, the flesh was slowly starting to whiten in places even as the area around it grew more enflamed. Now, the infection was becoming more pronounced, more obviousâ€"if it wasn't so already.

It was going to be a long night, it seemed...and this fever wouldn't be broken easily. It was, after all, the result of a steadily worsening infection...

Ishtaq fidgeted worriedly. Rakkalepta...she said she was gonna come back in the morning! Dang...they could certainly use her help, now! Argh! If only Raijah hadn't been dumb and pissed her off!

A long, night, indeed. Ishtaq found herself anxiously counting the hours to morning.
 
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Watching Raijah intently, Freya saw his eyelids flutter, then quickly fall closed again. He appeared to be awake, then.. just. Glancing briefly at his wound, she sighed slightly. It appeared to be worsening, signs of the infection now clearly visible to the common eye. She was sorry to have to awaken him to further pain.

Looping an arm around his shoulders, she helped him into a sitting position, being as careful as possible of his wounded arm. Determined that he would drink, and slightly unnerved by his shuddering state, her mental call intensifed.

"Raijah! Wake up, you must drink."

Taking up the water flask, she held it to his lips as best she could, wondering how much liquid he

Trying to refrain from laughing, an amused grin came across Hatame's face at Sakkata's disgruntled expression, an expression he knew all too well, in addition to what came with it. But, hey, that reaction answered his question well enough! Obviously, she was feeling well enough to beat him! In Sakkata's case, that was a good sign, and, strangely enough, a welcome sign. Hell, to think he'd actually missed this! Odd.

He was bracing himself against the inevitable punch when, to his surprise, Sakkata started...laughing? And not lightly, either! She was giggling, even! Blinking, Hatame looked back over at her, and saw her wiping away laughter-induced tears. Wow...that was random...

Suddenly, he laughed. Ohhhh! Right! Drygan mood-swings. Heh, how he'd missed those, too!

Chuckling at her comments, he shook his head. Sick bastard? Heh heh...that was his Sakki, alright! "Miss them!? Ahaha, well, I guess it's not so...so..." He trailed off, completely losing his train of thought as, yet again, Sakkata surprised him, this time in a less explainable way, by embracing him in a warm hug. And not a quick little warm hug, either. She didn't let go.

Not that he minded, by any means. He wasn't one to complain!

For a moment, all he could do was stare at her in surprise. Erm...maybe she wasn't alright. But, finally, he was able to overcome the initial shock enough to bring his arms around to embrace her back, just as warmly. "Yeah, Sakki, I'd be lost without you, you know. Who would I have to harrass? Hell, I was actually starting to miss your little love-taps..." He laughed softly, still holding on gently. "...Can't say I don't prefer this, though..." he added wryly.

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Still holding him tight, soft, silent tears were falling Sakkata had no control over. She was not sure whether they were happy tears, or sad ones, but she did not attempt to check their flow. They felt good inside, cleansing really.
She felt the laughter bubble out of her at Hatame’s characteristic comments. The first part was actually rather sweet, but after that, he just fell back into his pain-seeking self.
She was surprised to find herself glad that he was returning the hug, unable to wipe the grin off her face.
“You know, if I wasn’t so busy hugging you, I’d hurt you right now.� She growled, before chuckling yet again. Her head shook against his chest as she chuckled. “Love taps my ass...� She muttered then, too amused by Hatame’s odd antics. She’d never understand him, but that was the beauty of it, she guessed.
He’d always keep her guessing, and always be full of his...odd surprises.

Finally, Sakkata became a bit embarrassed with the whole situation, realizing she was wearing nothing more than his jacket. A flush appeared on her blue cheeks, and she began to try and wiggle away from him.
“Alright, mushy moment is over. Lemme go.�

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He could feel her tears dampen his shirt, even if she made no sound or movements to show she was crying, and he rubbed her back in a circular, soothing motion, once again taken slightly aback by the sudden outpour of emotion, whether good or bad. Actually, come to think of it, any outpour of emotion was good, wasn't it? It was understandable...he didn't blame her a bit. She'd lost so much, and she needed the healing that came with mourning. It was still surprising, though, to see Sakkata in such an emotional state. And yet, at the same time, it was also a comfort, in an odd, unexplainable way.

But it was also a relief to hear her laughter again, his comments having attained their desired effect. Laughter was the best medicine, right? That's what everyone said, and he knew it himself to be true. That's what got him through all the dark times in his life, after all. And, prior to meeting Sakkata, there'd been a lot of those.

"I know you'd hurt meâ€"that's why I'm hugging you so tightly, y'know," he teased, a grin once again forming as he firmed up his embrace a little just to accentuate the point. Of course, that wasn't the real reason for the embrace; he was likely hugging her for the same reasons she was hugging him, whatever those reasons might be. He wasn't about to attempt an analysis. Like he would have, anyway. "Though, in retrospect, I might enjoy it..."

Soon enough, though, their little "moment" faded as suddenly Sakkata began to try and wiggle her way away, and he recognized a blush on her cheeks. "Aww, already? But you're so cuddly..." he quipped, releasing her with exaggerated reluctance. Yep, his typical, easily embarrassed Sakki was returning.

And, of course, he found her embarrassment amusing, especially given the fact that she was wearing a heckuvalot more than she was when Terri and he rescued her. Compared to that, she was modestly dressed, so she really didn't have anything left to be embarrassed about in that respect, not that she had a reason to be bashful about that to begin with. But these were also the thoughts of Hatame, someone who rarely, if ever, suffered from embarrassment. It took a lot to make him blush.

Of course, he decided that, at this moment, it was probably best to keep his mouth shut about that. He couldn't assault her all at once with too many little remarks.

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Sakkata was quite relieved that Hatame had indeed released her when she had started wiggling away. And she would let that cuddly comment slide, for now.
She was easily embarrassed, that was true, but it seemed Hatame had a real knack for bringing the trait out and causing her to outright blush. Damn him for that...she hated being embarrassed.
Standing out of his reach now, Sakkata kept the jacket tight about her. It hung low enough to cover everything that needed to be covered, and she was quite happy for that. Of course, Drygans weren’t known to be conservative dressers, as one could tell, but she didn’t want to be buck-naked in front of Hatame if she could help it. Yeah, that just wouldn’t be a good idea.
“Do you, ah, think you could go into town and get me some new clothes? I don’t want to be stuck walking around in nothing but your jacket any longer than I have to.� She paused but quickly added. “Don’t you say a word, not one thing from that twisted mind of yours aside from a ‘yes I’ll go’, or a ‘no I won’t go’.�
Maybe she was learning to expect his dirty little comments at last. Of course, he was just too damn unpredictable half the time to do much about them anyway...
She huddled into the jacket a bit more, angered to find she hadn’t quite stopped blushing just yet. After all, she was still standing in just his jacket right in front of him. Not to mention she couldn’t help that incredibly embarrassing comment he had made on her tail back in the village...things like that just weren’t easily shaken off. At least, not for a Drygan.
Gods, what had he been thinking when he said that???

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Hatame opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again when Sakkata cut him off in anticipation of one of his infamous comments, and he smirked at her words, trying hard not to chuckle. Heh...wow...she really didn't trust him in that department, did she? Which made the situation all the more amusing, since for once he hadn't been about to make one of his infamous comments, but had actually been about to clue her into the idea that she could use the little clasps available on the coat to keep it closed as opposed to holding it closed, if she hadn't noticed them. And it didn't look like she had. They were pretty easy to miss.

Well...alright. So he probably would have included one of his "twisted" comments mixed in with that bit of knowledge, but...that was beside the point!

Oh well! All she wanted was a "yes, I'll go" or "no, I won't go", so that's what she'd get.

Smiling with not so hidden, not so innocent amusement, he nodded. "Yes, I'll go," he answered. "Ma'am."

However...there was something else that dawned on him as soon as he agreed. Town, huh? Wait...erm...did Sakkata know exactly how far away from town they were? He wasn't quite sure of how much distance he and Terri had coveredâ€"especially not when she, uh, carried him...she was fast!â€"but town certainly wasn't a quick stroll away. Sakkata probably wasn't aware of that...she had been unconscious, he was guessing. Or...yeah.

"Ah...dearest? D'ya know how far away 'town' is, exactly...?" he asked. "I'd go, but...you might be out here a while. It's kinda far away. You should come, too..." He tilted his head to the side slightly. "Kinda far away" was a bit of an understatement. For all he and Terri's frantic traveling, it had taken them at least two days to get from the village to where they were now.

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Sakkata was surprised he actually listened to her. Both eyebrows arched lightly to show off the emotion. “Wow, I’m impressed. You actually managed to restrain yourself.� She just couldn’t help the comment.
Today was a very odd day.

A few blinks were given at his next words, as indeed she hadn’t been aware of where she was going or what she was doing half the time she was with Torr. It was only when he wanted to...to torture her...that he had lifted his influence off her mind. So she had no idea they were two days, maybe more, from a town.
“Come with you? Maybe part of the way...but...�
Damn it! She did not want to be stuck with Hatame for a long time in the one piece of clothing she now had. Too many opportunities for him to pick on her, that was for sure.
She sighed. “If it’s really, really far away, then I guess I can come along. But once we reach the village, you’re on your own. I am NOT walking around a village in nothing but your jacket.�

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Hatame cleared his throat so as not to laugh at the irony of Sakkata's comment. Restrain himself...heh...yeeeaah. And the one time Sakkata should probably be wishing he hadn't. Oh well! She'd cut him off! He was only obeying her command! And if and when she did discover the elusive clasps, he could remind her of that if she said anything.

He feigned a hurt look. "As if you expected any different?"

Nodding at her following words, he smirked slightly at the reluctance in her voice. "It's really, really far away. It took two days to get here, and me and Terri were fast. Well, Terri was at least, but she...er...helped me. Anyway. Yeah, it's a good ways away. Sorry, luv. If I could fly, I'd do it, but y'know how that is. And wouldja stop lookin' like you've been condemned to the gallows? We get to camp out together! Real quality bonding time! How great is that? Uh...don't answer that..."

Stretching again and feeling far less stiff than he had when he had first awoken, he stole a glance in the direction he and Terri had come from. Nothing but wilderness for miles. It was unreal to think they'd come so far in what was really a pretty short amount of time. It'd take them even longer to get back, since this time there was no need to move at such a frenzied pace, well, barring the fact that Sakkata needed some clothes. But that wasn't really life or death urgency there. And, with a smirk, Hatame realized Sakkata couldn't exactly go very fast, either, regardless...

Unless, of course, she wanted to end up flashing the world.

Poor thing.

Hmm...actually, scratch the life or death thing. A practically naked Sakkata was an easily teased, and therefore easily angered, Sakkata. Which meant, in Hatame's case, getting her clothes fast just might mean the difference between the two.

"Fair enough, saves me the trouble of beating men off ya with a stick. Vest and pants, right? And you better be specific about the measurements...unless you wanna leave it to my judgment," he warned with a teasing grin.

With the way he was acting, one would have never thought that, just mere hours ago, all hell had broken lose, and that they had all nearly been killed, that one among them was now gone forever, and that another had been subjected to the most brutal, lethal, and degrading of torments. Hatame had by no means forgotten; he never would, nor would he want to. How could you forget something like that!? But for now, it was shoved back to a distant corner of his mind. Now just wasn't the time. They were alive. That's what counted.

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Opening his eyes in amazement and releasing his held breath as, quite suddenly, he was released from that tomb of blood, he blinked in surprise, for a moment stunned. It was...gone? Everything was gone...not a trace of blood remaining. And, oddly, he felt renewedâ€"if slightly chilled from when that heated liquid had so suddenly turned coldâ€"andâ€"

Sakkata!

He sat up abruptly, turning suddenly to look at the form that was laying beside him, and relief washed over him. She was better. Seeing her as she was now was almost unreal, renewed as she was. After all...the last time he'd seen her, she'd been...well...but now...it was a relief. Now, she was....

She wasn't breathing.

"Sakkata!"

Fear instantly replaced relief. She was renewed, but she wasn't breathing. Dammit! What was going on!? Wasn't the spell supposed to correct everything!? Moving quickly, he placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her, a quick but careful motion. "Sakkata!?" What if they'd done something wrong...what if something went wrong...or... "Sakkata! Wake up! The spell's over, you're okay now! Come on, Sakkata, don't quit now!"

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 Sakkata's limp form was chilled from death, though she flopped limply as he shook her. Any one coming upon this scene might turn right around and leave, seeing as how Hatame was currently thrashing about a naked female corpse.
Just a tad weird...

"Stop..shaking..me..." The command was weak, but noticable. Eyes clenched against the shaking, Sakkata groaned lightly and rigidly shifted. A violent bought of coughs rattled her for a moment as her lungs regained function, and then she was still again.
"Ugh..."
Cracking one eye open against the failing daylight, Sakkata waited for her blurred vision to focus in on Hatame's face.
A very weak grin appeared.
"Hey."

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Weird didn't even begin to cover it.

But for all Hatame noticed, she might as well have been fully clothed. All that mattered now was that she live...

Had the circumstances been different, though, had they not just been to hell and back, had Sakkata not been dead...yeah...he would have noticed, to say the very least. But, for once, he currently had other things on his mind.

When, after what seemed like forever, Sakkata finally, but weakly, spoke, Hatame could have wilted right then and there with relief, and the tension that had taken him noticeably receded, even when violent coughs ripped through her. They sounded bad, but they didn't worry him; coughing meant she was drawing in air, that her lungs were working properly. She was alive...something he had never believed possible. Hell, he had half-doubted it even during the ritual! But, here she was...and it was more than he could have asked for.

Shifting slightly so he was sitting back on his heels as opposed to leaning over her, he watched over her as she recovered, until finally her coughs ebbed and she cracked open one eye. Meeting her gaze, he grinned back at her, tiredly but genuinely. "Hey, sleepy-head...welcome back. Heh...think you've given me enough white hairs, yet?" he asked her, lightly teasing.

--

None of her major muscles were working just yet, so she had little choice but to lay limp where she was, practically in Hatame's lap. Interesting place to be, considering how their relationship usually was.
Man...she felt horrible...

And she had a right to be. Images of what degrading and down-right horrid things that had happened to her at Torr's hand flashed into her rattled mind. Shutting her eyes tight, she tried to push the much too recent memories away. She had been violated in more ways than she thought possible...
Damn Torr's deathless soul to Hell.

Hatame's tired voice brought her back, and this time both eyes managed to crack open and slowly focus on him. She snickered weakly, trying to smirk. "You...had plenty to begin with...what's...a few more, eh?" She commented, glancing at his white bangs.

A breeze brushed across the stained earth, making the serene trees sway. Sakkata shivered then, her lack of clothing and warmth evident.
"Uugh..." Man she felt horrid...and cold...and degraded...and...and...grateful...
"Thanks Hatame. Really."

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Hatame tried to keep on his usual optimistic air, for Sakkata's sake, but it was tough, and he smiled only half-heartedly at her own attempted smirk. He was happy...happy beyond words and belief that she was alive, but...but there was so much more to this whole ordeal. They'd succeeded, all of them...but now Terri was dead...and...and though Sakkata's body was healed, it was hard for him to forget the state that she had been found in. And if he couldn't push that image from his mind, he could only imagine what it must be like on Sakkata's end.

Her body was healed, but...emotional wounds cut deeper and left scars that could stand out vividly long after the physical ones faded.

And that was obvious on Sakkata. She looked miserable, something he had never seen from her before. And she had every right to be. Sakkata, who was always so strong...it was scary, really. Never had he expected to see her in this kind of condition...damn...

And what was worse...once again, there was nothing he could do to make it better.

Torr got off way too easy. He didn't deserve to die so painlessly.

He felt the shiver run through her as a breeze washed over the area, and instinctively he put his arms around her gingerly and rubbed her shoulders, as though to help warm her. "You don't have to thank me, Sakki..." he told her seriously. "I'd do it again. Now...you're freezin'. Just sit tight a sec, alright?"

Rising to his feet, he made his way across the area, then stooped and picked something up. Making his way back, he settled back down next to her and draped his overcoat around her shoulders. It was pretty beat up, with dirt and blood, both Sakkata's and his, soiling it, and it was torn in the back where her claws had once dug into him, but it was fairly long...and it was something.

--

Sakkata was thankful for the feeble attempt to warm her, though she noticed how ginger he was being with her. It could be due to a few different factors; one being the fact she had just been dead, two that she seemed to be in pain, or three because...well....he didn't want to get beat?
She wished none of them were true. She could use a bit of comforting right now...

Laying limp on the earth as Hatame left to get something, Sakkata stared up at the sky. No...she did have to thank him. Again and again and again. He had risked so much to save her, and nearly killed himself. And Terri...she had given the ultimate sacrifice...
One she never thought, nor wanted, anyone to give for her.
But unlike her own death, Terri's was perminant. There was no anchor for her soul, and so it was free to travel to wherever it was bastard souls like a Drygan's go.

Suddenly covered, Sakkata glanced at the over coat a moment before grinning. Her eyes were a bit more open now, and it seemed she was regaining some use in her neglected muscles.
"Thanks again Hatame." She said softly, before murmuring in the tongue of dragons.

Slowly then, her arm shifted along the dusty earth and slender fingers grabbed hold of the cloth of his pants. She would have liked to hold onto something a bit more substantial, but with her eyes closed out of sheer exhaustion, it was the best she could do.
Despite the jacket, Sakkata was shivering consistantly now. Whether it was from the cold, or pure emotion however, was unclear. What was clear was that she was clutching his pant leg rather tightly, almost as if she was holding it for comfort.

--

It was none of those reasons, really. In all actuality, he was simply afraid, but not for himself. Torr had...well, it was damn obvious what Torr had done to her. The bastard had violated her in every damn way possible, and though Hatame wanted to comfort her, more than anything...he also didn't want to scare her. After what had happened...he wouldn't blame her if she recoiled from a man's touch, no matter how well meaning and innocent, and he just didn't want her to fear or distrust him.

She was un such an uncharacteristically sensitive, fragile, state...he just didn't want to hurt her.

And yet...

She was shivering so badly now, and the manner in which she suddenly gripped the fabric of his pants, so tightly, as though she needed something to hold onto...it pained him. If Gryphons were intuned to anything, it was body language, social as his kind were. He didn't think it was just the cold that was causing her tremors.

He couldn't stand it anymore. She was cold. She was scared. She was vulnerable. If she recoiled, he could always stop...but he just couldn't sit by and do nothing, or at least not try. This was the best he knew. "Sakkata..." Sliding closer to her, he put his arms around her and drew her, carefully, up off the ground and close to his body. "It's okay..." He was gentle in his touch as he just held her, one hand stroking her hair and back slowly, soothingly. And yet, he was also firm. He wanted her to feel safe...or, at least, as safe as he could make her feel under the circumstances. He'd protect her as well as he could.

"It's okay...you don't have to be strong all the time..."

--

One could not blame Sakkata for the sudden onslaught of emotion. She had never had to face anything like it before, and for once, was at a complete loss of what to do. She didn't know how to defend herself from an attack that coiled around her very heart and soul. Emotions ran strong in Drygans, but they were usually of anger or hatred. Such trembling feelings of violation and fear were something she could not have prepared herself for.
And she didn't know how to make it all go away.

But she didn't have to know, because Hatame did. She glanced briefly at him as she heard her name, but was then being lifted off the hard ground and pulled close to him. He was warm, and comforting, and she could find no reason not to accept it.
Everything about him right then was soothing and safe, and exactly what she needed. For once, she did not retort against his closeness, nor did she mind the stroking of long hair and chilled back.

"It's okay...you don't have to be strong all the time..."

The soft, kind words met her sensitive ears, and were so true they struck a chord in her. Eyes shut, heavy tears began to fall down her cheeks, the cleansing of the soul.
Forcing neglected muscles to work, Sakkata wrapped her arms around Hatame's midsection and huddled close, crying silently as she needed to.
And Hatame had just forged a bond with the most loyal creature, that would never be broken as long as Sakkata held breath in her. She would never forget it.

Never.

--

Hatame held her close as she cried silently, silent himself save for an occasional soft, reassuring murmur, his hand still gently stroking her hair and back, even as her own arms went around his middle to draw him closer rather than push him away...which oddly did not surprise him, even considering how their relationship generally was. Not once did he try and encourage her to stay her tears; he would hold her for as long as she needed, and even longer. This was good for her...he understood and knew that. What she had gone through, what she'd experienced...it just wasn't something you kept bottled up inside, otherwise it would tear you apart from within, where you were most vulnerable and weak.

That she was able to open up like this to him, that she was able to trust him like this, so fully...he was glad, in a bittersweet sense. That was the best he was able to describe it. It must be so hard for her...he only wished he could do more for her.

He only wished she never had to go through that torment to begin with.

"Take as long as you need..." he told her quietly, and without even really realizing it, brushed a soft kiss lightly over each closed eye, brushing away the flowing tears. They were chaste kisses, innocent, but nonetheless genuine in their meaning. He cared about her, as if that wasn't already obvious...and he hated to see her hurt...especially since he'd never seen her hurt, before. He'd do anything to ease that pain, even if it would make only the slightest difference.

"I'm here..."

--

Sakkata did not question Hatame's change from perverted, annoying, masochistic freak to this oddly kind and caring individual. It was a welcome change, and a much needed one.
So she held close to him, glad for the comforting embrace, even if it was coming from Hatame. As a matter of fact, it was all the more comforting because it was Hatame. The first person she had really bonded with in a long time.

She was most surprised by the strange, soft kisses on her eyelids. Both light amber eyes opened as soon as his lips had been removed, and she watched him for a moment. That had been the most unexpected thing he had ever done around her. Or to her for that matter.
As if by instinct, her tail had wrapped around the first available appendege of Hatame's, which happened to be his leg. A small grin finally formed, and she chuckled softly.
"Yeah, I know. Thank you Hatame. Honestly."

--

A slow smile formed on his lips as he watched her, and as he felt her tail curl about his leg, even though his eyes still expressed sincere concern for her...and heavy exhaustion, both physical and emotional. But the latter wasn't important, and he didn't mind it, really. Not now, at least. Holding Sakkata like this had been meant solely to comfort her, to support her, but, oddly enough, it was having a similar effect on him.

She was, without a doubt, the first person he had truly bonded with since being exiled to this world. And the first person in his life he would ever willingly die for, if it ever came to that...as it almost had. Such dedication was a rarity among his kindâ€"even among loversâ€"a race born into a world where, in many cases, merely surviving meant everything. Loyalty and sacrifice had long since lost its value there...

Among most, that is.

Resting his head lightly against hers, he absently pulled at the overcoat covering her, one-handedly arranging it so it covered her a little better. The sky was growing darker around them as the sunlight ebbed, and with the absense of light, the air was starting to grow even cooler, so even he could feel it's chill; he didn't want her to get cold. "You're welcome. You don't have to thank me, though..." he repeated quietly. It was enough that she was here, now.

For a few moments, he was quiet, green eyes closed. And then he spoke up again. "I should probably be thanking you..."

But he didn't expand upon the statement. Instead, he raised his head and looked at her again, head tilted slightly. "How you feeling?"

--

Sakkata could read the fatigue in his eyes, and frowned softly. He really had sacrificed alot to save her...he had nearly died for her. And for some reason, the thought of anyone doing that for her surprised the Drygan. Especially Hatame...hell, she beat the crap out of him multiple times a day.
Well...then again...if she died, he wouldn't exactly have anyone to pester, would he?
She grinned softly at the thought.

He again surprised her by resting his forehead against hers, and a few rapid blinks accompanied the action. But it quickly fell into place as just feeling...right for the moment.
She hugged him a bit closer as he spoke, shaking her head weakly.
"No Hatame, I do need to thank you. You have no idea how much I need to thank you." She sighed softly at the end, shutting her eyes for a tired moment.
His next soft statement caught her attention, and she looked up at him as he pulled his head back.
"What do you mean by that? Thank me for what?" She would answer his question later. At the moment, she could think of nothing really that Hatame should be thanking him for...
She had nearly killed him! Although, there was a trick to that...she had purposefully cast the temporary spell, and no joke, hidden the special hairs within their own deliberately.
Interesting, no?

--

He smiled softly and shook his head at her words, but didn't say anything. No...he hadn't done any of that for thanks, nor with the slightest thought of gaining anything in return. He'd done it for her, plain and simple. That she was alive now, and that he was alive to see that, was reward enough. Hell...he still couldn't figure out how he had survived, exactly, either, but...he was too tired, and had too many other things on his mind, to give it much thought. Besides, much of the stuff that had happened prior to the blood ritual was a blur...not that he really wanted to remember all of it.

But he really did appreciate her words... "You're here...that's enough," he murmured sleepily after a moment, and he could see the tiredness she, too, was feeling. And rightly so...

And then, it was his turn to blink in surprise at her question. Well...he had been pretty vague...

It didn't take much thought at all before he answered. "For...well, for trusting me, for one..." he began slowly, and grinned awkwardly. He wasn't very good at explaining this sort of thing. "Heh...I know I never really gave you much reason to do so, and...well, it means a lot. Really. And for...being you. And being the first person to give a damn...y'know?" He gave a quiet laugh, but again made no effort to explain further. He didn't really know how to, honestly.

Shifting slightly, he brushed some hair back from her face and looked at her again. The sky was swiftly blackening, cloudless and clear...it was going to be a cold night, it seemed. "Now...how you feeling? You look exhausted...you can sleep if you like...just close your eyes. I'll be here..." he told her gently.

Glancing around the area briefly as a breeze chilled him, it also occured to him that they should probably move elsewhere. Not only were they out in the open, exposed to the elements, but, well...the area itself was rather...haunting, considering what had happened...

He didn't think either factor would be good for Sakkata's spirit, which needed so much healing. Nor for his own.

--

Sakkata felt the first twinge of annoyance as Hatame again refused her thanks. Yep, she'd felt that emotion plenty of times around Hatame. And so, instead of actually bothering her, it only brought a smile to her face.
Still her good ol' Hatame...if just a bit more tired and sentimental.
She could deal with that.

His answer did not surprise her, strangely. It just seemed...natural to say. Or maybe it was because she felt the same way...
"I guess a 'ditto' is in order." She grinned softly. "Never thought anyone would care enough to actually give their life for me, or come close to doing so. And I'm also grateful you were trusting enough to go through that weird ass ritual for me." The grin was a momentary weak smirk, before falling back to her tired smile.
"And for being you." However much of a jackass he sometimes was...

Without really thinking about it, Sakkata curled closer to Hatame's comfort and warmth as the night came to a chill. She was already drifting off as he assured her she could sleep safely. As if she had any doubts.
Sleep pulling her away from the waking world, Sakkata had just enough coherency to respond.
"Yes, I know..."
Within moments she was in the near-dead slumber of one completely exhausted, both mind, body, and soul.

--

Hatame smiled appreciatively at her words, and they didn't surprise him, either. Then again, after being around her, after what had happened since he reunited with her...well, honestly, he didn't think anything could surprise him anymore. But, then...maybe that was just because her response felt so natural. Just like everything else did, at the moment. Really odd, indeed...but he wasn't about to question it. "Thanks, Sakki," he told her quietly, sleepily, but honestly.

As Sakkata cuddled closer and, soon after, fell asleep, Hatame felt sleep tug heavily at his own eyelids, and it was very tempting to give in, to fall asleep right then and there. He really didn't want to move, even as it grew cooler. And he didn't want to sleep, either, though he was exhausted; he wanted to stay awake, just in case Sakkata needed something, because likely he'd sleep deep tonight. But he knew he should...

Trying his best not to jostle Sakkata, he lifted her carefully as he rose slowly to his feet. Aside from sheer exhaustion, he was vaguely surprised to find he otherwise, physically, felt fineâ€"even if one leg felt half asleep from staying in that position for so long. Hrm. That meant something, but his mind wasn't about to register it at this moment.

He made his way to an only a few yards, a place he had sighted when he first suggested Sakkata rest. It wasn't anything special, really; it just had a bit more foliage, trees, and rocks than where they had been, offering a bit more cover, and at least a buffer against the chill breezes. It'd do for the night...

Settling down on the grass with his back against a tree, Hatame cuddled Sakkata close to him...

And, despite himself, it wasn't long after that he had drifted off into the deep of sleep.

--

As the morning broke over the horizon, Sakkata woke. She was stiff, but alive.
Alive.
All thanks to Hatame and Terri...

Both pale amber eyes opened, and of course the first thing she saw was a sleeping Hatame. She grinned faintly, and realized she was still all cuddled and twisted around him in a most uncharacteristic fashion.
Yeeeah...better get out of this particular position before he could wake up and crack some crude comment about it...

With surprising felxibility and grace, Sakkata somehow managed to slide out of Hatame's grasp without jarring him or loosing the all-too-important jacket. She did NOT want to be walking around stark naked. Especially not around Hatame.

Shuffling across the battle-scarred earth, Sakkata soon came upon Terri's cold corpse. Making sure the jacket was securely draped about her shoulders, Sakkata knelt and placed both hands over Terri's form.
"Thank you my sister. May the Gods of both man and dragon be merciful upon your bastard soul."
She took a deep breath.
"Go in peace Terri. I'm going to miss you..."
With that, she drew both brows together and brought forth her power over flire, making sure it was hot enough to do the job.
Then, in one burst of blue-white flame, Terri's body was incinerated.

Sakkata continued to kneel there, staring at the ashes blankly. Why...why did Terri give her life like that? It seemed...so...unfair...
The Chosen was surprised when a few heavy tears landed on her limp hands, having dropped from her own eyes.
Crying...great, now she was crying...

"DAMN IT!!"

--

Hatame slept soundly for a little bit even after Sakkata got up, only shifting slightly as he felt the sudden absence of her warmth and weight. But, that was it. He had been exhausted, and this was his first true restâ€"well, stress-free restâ€"in the last few days.

It was the sunlight that finally woke him as it began beating down through the trees and glaring on his face, and his eyes clenched shut as he tried to avoid it for as long as possible. But, that soon became an impossiblility, and he was finally forced to admit defeat. Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked groggily as his eyes adjusted to the light, and stretched stiff limbs. Ugh. Human bodies were way too soft, not at all meant for sleeping on the ground, it seemed...wait...

It suddenly dawned on his half-awake mind that Sakkata was missing, and he wasn't quite sure whether he should be amused or concerned by that fact. They had both drifted off together in each other's arms, hadn't they? Heh, yeah, they'd both been pretty messed up. So either Sakkata had gotten up before him so as not to awaken like thatâ€"a typical Sakkata thing; she was so easily embarrassedâ€"or...something else...the latter option being the one which he was concerned about...which he knew they'd both have to deal with...

His question was answered soon enough.

"DAMN IT!!"

Rising to his feet, he made his way across the area, soon coming to the place where Sakkata now knelt. The area where Terri's body had once been. Moving slower now, uncertainly, he walked closer, and as he did, he thought he saw...something charred. Ash.

He winced slightly, remembering that bit from the day before about Drygans and cremation. Not that the act itself bothered him, but...well, the fact Terri was dead, obviously, did. He hadn't really known her. Only for those few days had he. But, still...

She'd shown so much dedication, and done so much, for Sakkata and him. And she'd cared deeply for Sakkata...in that, they'd been connected in a way.

And somehow, he still couldn't help but feel that, if he'd only known how to heal, things might have been a little different. But...Black Gryphons couldn't heal. They just weren't meant to...

He paused a little ways behind Sakkata, and didn't come any closer. Last night, Sakkata's grief had been different than it was now; she'd needed to be held. But now...he just wasn't too sure of what to do. She might need her space...

--

Sakkata's sensitive hearing easily picked up on Hatame's approach, though she was in no condition to confront him at the moment. The heavy crying continued, though it was surprisingly silent. Her shoulders shook with it, but the outpouring was needed.
The clensing was needed.

Finally, Sakkata stood and held the jacket tighter about her form. The sharp winds that buffeted the place quickly dried the tear trails on her cheeks, and after a few empty moments she turned and shuffled back towards Hatame.
She stared blankly at him for a moment, a haunted look in her eyes. Finally the void began to fill back in, her regular personality returning.
"Good morning? You look stiff."

--

Hatame waited patiently as she cried, keeping his distance, allowing her to have her space and take her time. For a few moments, he watched on sadly, but then he finally averted his eyes and took to studying the surrounding area with a bit more interest than he actually felt, purposely avoiding the area where Torr's body now lay. No, it wasn't fair, by any stretch of the word, that so much hurt should come from this...and even though Hatame had learned early on that such was life, it didn't mean he had to like it. Nor accept it so easily.

He was stubborn like that.

Hearing Sakkata's shuffling approach, he turned back to face her, concern blossoming as he looked at her, maybe even a little fear. That was one expression he'd never thought she'd wear; it was oddly eerie coming from her...

He couldn't help but feel relief as that haunted, empty look finally began to fill, and when she spoke, he was equally relieved to recognize that usual Sakkata spark; another step toward healing. Good.

Torr had taken too much from Sakkata as it was. There was no way he was gonna take her spirit, too.

"Mornin' to you, too. And yeah...I am," he told her, stretching his arms over his head. "Can't say I minded the sleeping arrangements, though. Erm...anyway..." He coughed slightly. Yep, seemed his own typical nature was returning, as well, even if it was a toned down version. "How you doing?"

--

As if his being stiff wasn't obvious from just looking at him. He didn't look refreshed at all, to say the least. She felt surprisingly good, considering...
Well, she didn't want to think about it. She felt alive, and that was all that mattered right now. The rest she would have to deal with some other time.

Oh for the love of...that was Hatame all right! At first her usual disgruntled look came to her face, and it seemed as though she were gearing up to punch him dead in the face for that one. She couldn't help being naked! That jerk...!

Out of the blue, Sakkata suddenly started laughing. It was a surprisingly rich and cheerful sound, and it was no short lived episode. Tears actually gathered at the edges of her eyes, and, still giggling softly, she dashed them away.
"Hee...hehehe...it's good to hear your much-too-suggestive comments Hatame. I remember thinking how much I would miss those when I died...you sick bastard."
And, without missing a beat, Sakkata shoved her arms through the sleeves of the jacket and gave Hatame a warm hug. It was so out of characteristic for her, that even Sakkata was a bit surprised at her actions. Man, what had brought that on?
And why hadn't she let go yet???