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Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

The was a flicker of light, brighter than anything he expected to see in this forsaken place. Erasmus lifted his head from it's place, and looked at the spirit. His brow furrowed as he watched, the fox changing before him. Modesty was clearly not a concern of the spirit, not judging by how she, and he now knew for certain that it was certainly a she, changed. Pale and smooth, her features too sculpted to be human, it was otherworldly even without the ears that were on her head, or the tails that showed behind her. She began to lean closer to him, and his first instinct was to bring his blade to bear against this creature, something that he had no true idea of it's ultimate goals or motives. But his strength wasn't ther, his death was moments away when he felt the gentle touch of her hands on his face. The touch was...not what he expected. It was warmer than he, which spoke of her otherworldly nature, or to how far he gone he was. Her face loomed closer, and he fought his warriors instinct to but her with his head. There were other instincts that were trying to assert themselves as well, with so much bared female flesh in close proximity to him. But his failing health prevented anything of the sort. Her lips were like the touch of the softest feathers, and there seemed far more in the gesture than he would have expected. He felt air flow into his lungs from her, and as she broke away from him, he tilted his head back and gasped, a long sound and a thick, oily cloud flew from his mouth, billowing into the air. His hands clenched, his old strength thundering through him. The headache he hadn't even realized had been plaguing him. He felt...great actually. Ten years younger in fact, and he looked around, then back at her. Well, now that his health had returned, the fact that there was an inhumanly beautiful woman leaning over him bereft of clothes was having it's normal effect, and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder to give himself enough room to stand. Time for the rest of the deal. My thanks Ref flj. He spoke, the last words in a harsh, guttural tongue that utterly lacked the grace of his native language. Now, can you lead us out of here? Somewhere that we will not be set upon by those who hunted me?
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Shiro flinched back at the mans touch ever so slightly, a little taken aback by the unexpected contact. The bare pressure made her realise the nature of her appearance, looking down at herself with a small frown of disapproval. No, this certainly wouldnt do, but with no clothes at hand Once again, those same white flames licked at the spirits body, this time staying as low as embers and tracing only around the contours of her torso rather than her face or hair. When the tongues of fire finally retreated to smoke, she was left with the traditional wear of a miko priestess. While the haori remained white as custom demanded, the conventional crimson hakama and ribbons had been replaced with fabric as black as night, contrasting greatly with the rest of Shiros fair appearance. Though her ears remained perked amongst her ivory locks, her tails had been hidden from sight. As the man spoke, the kitsune rose to her feet, soles still naked against the stale soil. The dewiness of her eyes had been blinked away, but there was no mistaking that fiery confidence within their depths. She bowed her head in response to his question and his foreign words of gratitude, seemingly more hurried than she had been a few moments prior. She raised her head, looking around her with a set expression of concentration. No matter where they ran now, her Master would knowthere were dark, lifeless things in these woods that would no doubt divulge her betrayal to him as soon as he returned. Gods knew when that would actually be. As long as she was sly about the whole thing, the two of them just might be able to get out of the woods without running into anything else unpleasant. It was a good thing she had gotten to him first. Follow me, she spoke firmly, her voice still maintaining that chime-like melody to it even as it was spoken from her lips instead of her mind, But follow me carefully, there are things in this forest that are far worse than those who hunt you. I doubt those men assume you are still alive at all The people of the village knew exactly how deadly these parts were and since they had not seen the man escape through the only exit known to them, they certainly would have expected him to be suffocated by the miasma or eaten by the territorys host. Shiro started off in a shadowy direction, opposite to that which the traveller had taken in order to enterthough considering how disoriented he had been, it might as well have seemed as if she was leading him directly back to his attackers. Her steps were quick, light and soundless over the earth, head tilting back to check on the warrior behind her.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Erasmus set off after her, his lungs feeling fine now, almost ringing witht eh newfound clarity, as though the years he'd spent near the smoke and ash of the battlefield had been lifted from him. Even the by then comfortable ache of several old scars on his shoulders were silent. It gave him a looser field of motion that was almost disconcerting. He'd forgotten how it felt to be this light. This creaure, though it was harder to think of her as a spiritual monster when she wore a shape like this. Dressed as she was it was much easier for him to keep track of her, though he did find himself mildly distracted by the ears. They just simply didn't belong on her head like that, and the absence of human ears in the location that they belonged gave her a very different profile. The kimono she was very good at keeping her tails out of sight, though if he looked closely enough at her backside, he could still see them. And it wasn't much of a chore to put his gaze there after all, why it was- It was going to be difficult he realized. Feeling this light and as though years had been stripped from him was making his thought process a little more skewed than it might be otherwise. He let his mind drift, and found the centre point of his mind. It helped keep him on task. And right now his task was to escape from this wood. He was levelling a lot of trust to the Kitsune, but he had little choice in the matter. She might have given him back his strength, but he had no idea if that could be revoked by her just as easily. And then he'd be in the same place he had been. He kept her words in mind, and tracked his eyes around. He didnt want to be caught off guard. He paused a moment to try to get his bearings, when the ground under them shook faintly, as though something very heavy had taken a step. Erasmus looked about, but got moving again.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Her pace steady and her eyes peeled, Shiro pressed on through the pitch of the surrounding forest. The miasma was thicker here, and even harder to see through. The kitsunes slender figure moving soundlessly through the trees must have seemed like a ghost among the ebony, long hair trailing behind her like an ivory veil. She was conscious of the man behind her, keeping track of him by the faint thump of his footsteps and adjusting her pace so that the mortal could follow without losing sight of her in the darkness. Shiro was confident that he would not strike her down from behindhe needed her still. Fears of a betrayal would only prove useful once they exited the forest for humans were not sworn to their words as her own kind were, and there was no real telling whether this man would decide she was more useful to him as a pelt than as a companion. The spirits graceful, quickened steps stopped as a thunderous earthquake seemed to disturb the land. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned her head in the direction of the sound, ears pricked upwards like a startled animals. Her posture stood stark straight as she faced the distance a massive, dark shape looming forward in front of them and approaching with heavy, leaden steps. No, no, she had so hoped to avoid thisher masters personal guard who spent most of his time sleeping before this exact exit point. Had they woken him? Shiro wasnt as confidant about facing the colossal creature now that her powers had been depleted by the spell she had cast on the traveller. The resurrection had involved giving the man her own strength, and although facing the great horned ogre would normally be a challenge, it seemed even greater a feat now. There is an oni that guards these lands, she turned to face the man behind her, tone just barely betraying a hint of fear, Are you familiar with their kind, wanderer? These beasts are not as easy to bypass as the mortals you are used to fighting. He has probably already scented your presence, but dont give him the advantage of seeing you. Shiro pointed towards a thicker tree a few steps behind them both. Hide behind there I shall take care of this myself.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

When she froze, it was a rather...pointed moment. He stopped before running into her, and drew short, casting his eyes around. When she spoke, his attention snapped to her, noting the faint hints of fear in her voice which did nothing to reassure him. This creature, who defied the miasma, was bound in powers beyond his knowledge, was afraid. This would not bode well for him. This much was certain of. And as she spoke, he was cindicated. An Oni. As though being hunted by men wasn't bad enough, now he must face something beyond the pall of man. I recall them. I have faced things... He spoke, and turned his head tot he side, a momentary surge of old fear as a memory exploded before his mind, recalling a night of blood and terror, and things that should not be within the world of men. So said the scholars that he had spoken to in his travels, men who reasoned that such things could not be. Men who had not travelled to places where all men knew what waited in the darkness. She pointed him to a tree, and he opted to trust her, to follow her advice, and hope her word was good, that she had not led him to a worse fate than what he had been saved from. With a heavy tread that spoke of one still waking from a deep sleep, the oni stepped around the trees, adn into the low light. Erasmus felt his eyes widen at what he saw. From story and legend, the beast was real, and standing befor him. He felt a moment of sheer mortal terror, a reminder that was bone deep that facing such a thing meant nought but horror and pain beyond imagination. And it was standing not twelve feet from him. Skin the colour of dried blood, it loomed up over the fox-woman, nine feet tall if an inch, and layed with thick bands of muscle that stood out strakly. A long mane of white hair hung down, though the top of the head was bare. Short but heavy bone horns adorned it's head with a sense of almost regality, and Erasmus could see a faint echo in the way higher ranked samurai showed their status with horn-like marking on their helmets. No weapons were carried, save for the clawed fingers, but with size and strength like that, what need of weapons did such a thing have? Little fox. It rumbled as it looked down at Shiro, it's voice sounding so very much like wood under great strain, a groaning sound that rattled Erasmsu. You have left the palace. Master will be... It trailed off, sniffing the air, and started to look about, before noting the important difference on Shrio. You are unbound! WHo has done this?! It roared, the sound very nearly a physical thing, rattling the trees, and seeming to buffet the air. Erasmus fought back the urge to cry out from the sound alone. The woman likely counted on his aid if a fight was coming, but how could man face such a thing? He squeezed his eyes shut, and in that moment heard a voice, a memory of the last time he had been confronted with something like this. The Gods breed monsters friend. And man has given answer. We breed heroes to face them . Erasmus opened his eyes, his soul at peace. Heroic he might not be, but in the absence of a true hero, he would stand in that place. He just needed an opening.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Ibaraki glared down as the Kitsune garbed herself for battle. Oh, he well knew that this was likely a risky proposition for him to enter into. But he had sworn an oath of service to his master, adn he could not forsake that, not even for the preservation of his own self. And so he could not swear the oath she asked of him, nor would he, even if he was able. You have earned nothing! Only the master has the right to release you! You attempt to steal away! Escape your rightful place within this realm! And I shall not allow it ! His voice rose, and the very air seemed to crackle with his insistent demand. Erasmus squeezed his eyes closed, hard, straining to keep to the words of the Kitsune in his mind. She called on him to not intervene, but he had no idea of her power, whether she alone would be able to stand against such a beast. And sitting out of a fight had never been the kind of task that he had been good at. But he would try. Try as hard as he could to follow her words. After all, she was the expert in this forest. And he had to trust in her. Though he also couldn't afford to let her perish. She was his only way out of here. And if the beast killed her, he had little doubt that he would likely be following suit shortly after. He let out his breath quietly, in a calming motion. Ibaraki moved, and he moved fast. Far faster than anything his size had any business doing, and it brought both fists down at Shiro in an attempt to crush or at least cripple her. Unsurprisingly, she was not there to accept his offered blow, but the force of the hit deformed the ground, and shook everything around him. It was a blow that was made to not only attempt to kill a creature, but even a miss had the chance to rob the balance from those around him. Only his great mass let him whether that impact. Another missed swing came, but this one a powerful backfist that struck the tree that Erasmus had been hiding behind, taking it off nearly at the level of his head. Flushed out like this, Erasmus cursed aloud. Ingavin's blind eye! He half shouted, throwing himself into a roll away from the beast. Ibaraki stared at the newly revealed man. Erasmus had little choice now, but to draw his sword. The goal was to stay alive now. And give Shiro the chance to strike hard.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Shiro ground her teeth at the onis berating words, despising the harsh reminder that she was nothing but property. Not anymore. She was free now and she would keep it that way no matter what the cost. It was regretful that this would not end quietly but there was no helping it. Her hands curled into fists at her side and her body tensed, preparing for her opponents first strike. She saw the flicker of muscle across his shoulders, felt the minute quaking in the earth where his weight shifted and at once she knew where he planned to strike. Faster than one could blink, the kitsune has sprinted to the side, dodging the heavy blow of the monstrous creature before her. He was faster than she had expected, and though nothing could beat a foxs speed, Shiro was ill-prepared for the thunderous earthquake that followed. Her legs wobbled on uneven ground and for a heartbeat, she faltered. It had been a long time, far too long a time since shed last engaged in battle. Her power, albeit highly formidable, felt raw and unrefined after having been neglected for so long. Under her masters control she had been more of a trophy than a weaponthough many had valued her for the latter purpose as well. Thus, it was on pure, hard-pressed instinct that she found the balance and the agility to dodge Ibarakis second hit. Her teeth ground in frustration but just as she turned to face the beast once more, she heard the splintering of wood and the exasperated shout of a male voice. No Shiros breath hitched as her oddly matched eyes snapped towards the wanderer. She let the captured breath go free once a quick look-over assured her that he was majorly unharmed. Her anxiety spiked at the sight of his sword at hand. Yes, she had healed him and given him power but for a mortal to go up against Ibaraki She had to finish this fast. And now that her adversary was distracted by the appearance of the human, it was finally her turn to strike. Flames licked up her arms once again and she moved . Watching Shiro move in battle was nothing short of impossible. One moment she was standing to Ibarakis left, the next she was before him and in front of her companion, another heartbeat and she was balanced on his shoulders, hands covering his eyes. That blinding blaze of ivory power surged through her palm and to the onis eyes so that he roared in anguish. Before she could be thrown off by his tortured flailing she was on the ground, panting slightly at the second surge of power shed used for the day. Ive blinded him, but his sense of smell and hearing are still sharp, she informed the armed man behind her, eyes still carefully trained on the writhing figure of crimson in front of her. Be careful and keep to his flanks. Ill finish this as fast as I can. Her power spiked the air with friction as she readied herself. How fast could she take him out before he struck out against the wanderer?
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Erasmus had fought the inhuman before, and thought he knew what to expect from them. But it wasn't the great hulking beast before him that so startled him. It was his companion. He'd seen fast warriors, people who could draw and strike with a weapon in a movement of eyeblurring speed. He'd seen a creaure that was nothing of human, and seen it move fast enough to kill three men before the blood had landed on the ground from the first blow. But nothing prepared him for how Shiro moved. There was a faint blurr of motion, and then a momentary image of her standing before him, then she was on the shoulders of the brute, and power flared brightly enough to leave small spots on his eyes. And then it was another moment of stunning speed, and she was in front of him. He hadn't seen power like this. And he had to wonder if there were limits to what she was capable of. Erasmus nodded to her words. So be it. Let us finish this then. He took a deep breath, and got both hands around the hilt of his blade. Thunir guide my hand. He prayed quickly, and exploded forward. His movments felt slow and muted after seeing the stunning speed that his companion was capable of. He was not sure if his blade would be proof against this beast, but he was willing to bet his life on the attempt. Any less and he would do a diservice to himself. The beast sniffed the air, a hand on the ground, palm flat, and it lunged forward to inercept Erasmus. Just as the man had known it would. THe sweep of Ibraki's arm would have pulversized a man had it connected. THis was not a blow that could be parried, only avoided. Erasmus held his blade up, letting hte momentum of the arm drag it along the sharpened edge, laying the limb open. Foul ichor flowed from the wound, and he twisted his body to avoid it. As the liquid hit the ground, it raised a cloud of foul smelling vapour. Erasmus assumed it would affect him like the misama had, and avoided the cloud. He pounded a foot ontot eh ground, letting Iraki know exactly where he was, before leaping forward, balde held high for a strike, lifting his feet to avoid the sweep of limb that tried to bat him away. Even as his blade licked into teh side of the beast, drawing another wound before he had to bound away, he noted that the beast still had a hand pressed to the ground. It was waiting for Shiro to make a move. The moment she did, Ibraki leapt into the air and pounded both feet into the ground in a thunderous impact that sent Erasmus sprawling onto his back, denying balance to anything on the ground, and savagely rushing at the Kitsune.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Erasmus was breathing hard as he got to his feet. Even blind, the beast was a terror to behold, charging boldly at Shrio with fists swinging. The brute was not dumb, and had approached this fight much more intelligently than expected. And it had allowed him to corner Shiro. Erasmus was back on his feet, Shiro looked to be in a tight spot, and his honour demanded that he go to her aid. His charge carried him close enough to strike low at the beast, the edge of his blade going through the dense muscle, the tip scraping bone. On a human, he'd have hamstrung the thing, but he had no proper idea if it worked on any snesible rules of biology. It seemed to work though, the leg giving way. Still Erasmus gave a bark of surprise and concern as the field Shiro had thrown up gave way, but he needn't have worried. She was simply gone, a blurring streak of movement, and as Ibraki was lower to the ground then before, he was more easily within reach. He barely caught the movement as she struck him, her hand ripping through his side, an appalling wound for such a small creature to deliver. He heard her speaking, saw the strange ribbon like materials form into a sharpened point, adn hammer into the skull of the beast. As it finally stilled, falling silent now. With a shuddering sigh, the body bonelessly sollapsed, falling back, and settling onto the ground. Erasmus was breathing hard, his blood still up. With a solid swing, he hacked one of the horns from the head of the beast. Not carrying a weapon, it was hard to observe normal traditions here. But with the beast down, he sheathed his blade, and spared a look at Shiro. More than had met his eye, more than he had aexpected. He did hope that she had been truthful about not being able to break her word, since he did not fancy his chances in a fight against her. THough maybe his armour might save him somewhat? Perhaps much of her power could only be excercised against supernatural beasts? He did not know. And he would have to learn more to be at ease. But for the moment, they likely still had much ground to cover. Impressive ref flj. Very impressive. Should I be concerned? Are there other such as this around? Or should we simply...keep going? He asked her quickly. his heart was still hammering, and not for the first time, he wished some of his old companions had come with him. Or rather, that he had let them come with him. A fight like this called for good ways to try and push the horrors and unreality of it from the mind, but were very difficult to do without proper comrades. But wishing for that which he did not have was a waste. He could do only what was within his reach. And right now, he only hoped that escape and survival was within his reach.
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