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A guttural growl sounded from the back of the group. A traitor, whom was more of a coward in his own eyes, attempting to bad mouth a dragon. Primitive instinct told Gerrit that was a dumb idea. Though, the bare-chested man casually leaned back, and enjoyed the background noise as he cleaned his teeth with a tiny twig. A rumble sounded from his belly, Hmm... food. Gerrit chose his words wisely, looking around at the make-shift campsite. This orange forest gave him the weirdest feeling. An odd shiver in his spine. Hah! Traitor, even a dumb woman wouldn't sleep with a coward. At least. Not for free. He snorted at his pitiful advanced. No wonder you're still a virgin. At least.. you look and act like one. His purple-blue eyes narrowed as his smile grew into a thin grin. Though soon enough he rolled himself off the tree, his large hands taking hold of the ties of his leather pants. His back was to the group, though either way, he didn't care. His hunger was now unsettling. So, pulling the draw string, his pants fell to his ankles, and he stepped from them, leaving them at the base of the tree he had so casually lent against. Without even a good-bye or an explanation, he lurched into the bushes. When he emerged, he was no longer a man. A huge wolf, with white pointed fangs on a long muzzle, accented with a black, wet nose. Saliva dripped from his maw, excited for the hunt, and for his next meal. With a growl at the group, he dived into the other bushed across the path. And so he hunted. Not very long after, he re-emerged, a half eaten deer carcass hanging from his bloodied maw. His ears were lain flat down against his head as he tossed it to the ground, in a sign of content and protectiveness over his food. He dropped to his belly and began to gnaw on it's ripped open torso loudly. Knowing the noises would soon annoy someone.
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Xion just glanced over at Volwrath and shrugged a bit as he returned to slicing apart the ox and setting steaks of it to roast over the fire taking a moment to wipe a bit of blood from his lip. Actually I already ate, those humans were rather stringy and tough so I decided to take a few of their livestock. When I left I had three. He smirked, rubbing it in the knight's face that he knew that the man viewed him as gluttonous and he didn't give a shit. Even in the human form he still had to eat enough to maintain his real form which often seemedl ike a lot but some humans and two oxen were a light snack for a dragon his size. While he really couldn't stand the irritating traitor, he didn't really think the other two were that bad they kept to themselves and didn't try really get on his nerves. The dark elf was intriguing, acid-tongued and clever he knew that she was probably the most skilled out of the whole group at assassination style tactics, the werewolf was the bestial tank of the group and could be counted on to get the job done usually not without some collateral damage though. For your information dumbass, I'm preserving some of this for later on you never know when it might be a good idea to have a bit of meat on hand. At the very least we can feed the wolf to keep him from mauling too many people. he pointed out in a dry sort of humor. And he's right you know. Any smart woman isn't going to bed with a traitor, particularly not one of her skill. Xion agreed fully with the wolf, just to tweak the knight about his inept advance. Once he was done carving up the ox, he backed of, shifted forms, ate the rest of it then shifted back and settled down. He slipped off into his own little world for a few moments, the fire shining in his red eyes as he walked through the fabric of timespace in his mind's eye. Back to the one time when he was actually happy in his life, he'd been content for centuries but to be actually happy was rare. Lyra.. Corona.... He muttered a bit and produced a couple small handmade dolls resembling the two little girls, complete with wings and tails. They were both approaching their teens by now and he hadn't seen them since this whole thing started thanks to that little elven slut that was with the other party. It may seem odd to the others that he'd carry such piddily things with him but they held more value to him than his entire mountain of gold and platinum coins he had stored in a private vault under a mountain with no visible entrance because they made these for him when the were 5 because he was gone so much.
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Hearing the others speak about his attitude as if he wasn??t there made Brand raise an eyebrow. He was a bit confused as to why they were so concerned about why he was smiling. Of course they were in hard times, of course they had lost the Queen. Everyone found her lost hard, and while everyone thought that it was the hardest to lose her for themselves, he was sure that was, in a way, true. She had been a figurehead for different things in everyone??s lives. For Lynnira, somewhat of a mother, for Valen, a companion and overall, the Queen that carried light within herself. The blonde male had to wonder what the woman had been for himself. Her death had sent him into the corner of the palace, wrecking tears and thunder that shook the foundations for a good while, before he was forced to leave the area, or be caught by the King of Darkness. She wasn??t his mother, as he had known his own and loved her, nor was she someone he loved romantically. But she was a well companion that he had learned to care for, and as a knight, it was a said duty to be her protector. Well, I can??t change that now? he firmly told himself, steadying his mind for what his goals were. Things were not finished, and while he hated the darkness so much, he knew that letting that hate would only turn him towards darkness. The lightning wielder was determined to bring justice, and he would do so with a smile on his face, and thunder in his fist. In fact, he would be happy to send some thunder right down the Vampire??s legs and give him some energy, as that guy was seriously lagging. He had to wonder how old Everan truly was, as the Vampire looked young. ??That??s silly We all should have hope, for Kali wouldn??t have wanted us to grieve before we have saved the world.? he reminded Valen, smiling gently at their leader. He had paused to wait for the elder knight to catch up, before walking along side the other male. The other blonde had become very reclusive, which was worrying. Darkness had taken over the land, the Eclipse had shadowed the spirits of many? but what worried Brand the most, was the lost of the pillars?? hopes. Of all the Knights?? hopes.
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For a brief moment, for a very brief moment?Gandrian contemplated on how bad it would be if he moved to behead one of the companions. Of course, a sting to his right ear was a good reminder that even treacherous thoughts were not permitted from the King. The earring worked its magic and like training a pet, stung him slightly for such thoughts. His right eye narrowed, but before he was able to speak, a flaming blaze of green appeared just a few feet away from them, and formed to be Malak? the other companion. The other male was someone he always seemed to forget for some reason, but it wasn??t as if he wasn??t important. Rather, the silver-blue had a selective memory and sometimes, he chose to zone out people that wasn??t exactly comforting to the thought??but going by that logic, he wondered why he even remembered all of the others. Giving up and just tearing off a limb to place over the fire, he just ignored everyone for the time being. Whatever the warlock was speaking about was kept into account, but didn??t seem to deteriorate him from working on his meal. The pup had been bitching about something, and he wondered if it was important, but if he didn??t fully pay attention, the perhaps he might not have needed the information. It was the same with the Dragon, but then he heard something about ??someone of her skill??, and it made him mentally chuckle. Someone of her skill was something he didn??t care for much, and while he played with her, he didn??t think either of them was even interested in one another. Just bantering that was returned from her doing similar things perhaps to by time of the boring moments between assassination. A woman of skill?a woman of true skill? he had known a few in his lifetime. While he no longer contacted them, unless the very few for the deaths he had dealt them, he knew that there were, or there had been woman that he saw of ??skill??. Whether or not Nekar was one of them mattered not in her ability to assassinate, as he already knew she had to have been skillful in that area to have become the Colonel. He didn??t speak for awhile, just waiting for the meat to cook, before hearing the question of his currant plan, followed by Nekar speaking up. Gazing up at her for a moment from his crouched position, he watched her go and as she jumped into the trees above, he tilted his head and got a glimpse between her legs from below. Acting like he hadn??t just peeked at her private bits though, he turned his head back to face Malak and shrugged. ??Whatever this tells me, I suppose.? he motioned with a gloved finger at the earring that appeared to be melded to his right ear. It was another way of saying that he didn??t care to share his plans with anyone. ??Now, if this little meeting is adjourned, perhaps my lords and ladies could depart such as the Colonel has? Or is there something more that we all must merrily join hands for?? the General asked ??politely??, placing his hand on the ground to feel for where water was through the waves of any close by river. A bath was definitely needed, as he had blood dripping down his back still.
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Xion for the moment wasn't interested in what was going on, he was too busy doing what he'd been doing. Getting the ox meat preserved to serve up later as something to snack on or the like afterall it would seem like they were going to be going at this for a while if they were coming into the realms of the damnable elves. It would seem a good idea to get moving. I'd agree with that. he said and continued waht he was doing for a bit and soon finished, putting it all away and stood up. First of all, we kind of need to figure out just which way this bloody shard is. Xion pointed out as he stretched his somewhat cramped left shoulder out. He didn't react openly to Malak's arrival and just perked a brow but said nothing. I don't like floundering around without a sense of direction. he muttered and waited for them to get up and decide which way they more than likely had to go, but he was about to follow Nekar's lead and head toward the elven settlements to cause a little pandemonium himself. Maybe if he could set a few of their precious villages aflame it'd mean less interference later on. But right now it was important to find out just where precisely they had to head. Well if you've been getting instructions through that little earring of yours Gandrian... He said , tailing the traitor for a little bit. Did the king mention any specific direction we need to head to find that first one I kinda wasn't there for the briefing. He only called me in after you left. he pointed out with a sigh. These trees such such a pain to navigation though. Mind if I burn the lot of them down? Xion smirked some with a very sinister appearance to it like he relished the thought of causing others harm and pain, specially elves. He bore a deep hatred of them afterall, all except one and he didn't know where the hell that woman was, but he wagered Antioch, that stupid mystical elf knew. It'll be so much fun torturing her for the information. But perhaps it would've been better to just get up and fly above the trees to see if I can see the destination from the air. Gandrian seems to have the navigational skills and sense of direction to that of a common garden rock. Until I can find an opportunity to fling him off a cliff though, I'll just have to listen to the idiot. Xion though as he waited for the response from their so-called leader. And what was up with that warlock. I can practically smell the magical energy he's carrying around. Almost like he's trying to contain some kind of massive explosion behind that calm demeanor of his. He might actually prove to be useful to these endeavors though, I'll have to keep an eye on that one he's the only one here that might actually rival me in magic.
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The group felt awkward and strained, to Lynnira. Her eyes gazed over each figure in her sight. For her own amusement and maybe to add life to the depressed party, Lynnira decided it was time for a little spark of energy. As her slow walk changed to a brisk walk she snatched a leaf from one of the over-hanging orange trees. While twirling it in her long spider-like fingers she stood to the other side of the youngest knight, whom stood beside Valen. As the stem of the leaf rolled between her fingers, she glewed her eyes to it, her legs just moving automatically, no thought involved. With her cloak whisking behind her legs, tickling at her ankles, she imagined fire. The tips of her fingers turned into the white hot coals of her imagination, that twirling stem squealing as the heat touched it. The heat -- without burning the little green leaf-- moved through the veins as Lynnira told it to do. And out of no where the very tip burst into a blue-white flame. Though the leaf was not dying. Even as it was being scorched by the red-head whom held it. She watched it burn, her eyes looking down to the youngest Knight and offering him a smile. Bringing the flame covered leaf to her lips, Lynnira blew on it. The fire that had slowly encased it over those long moments then moved to the air, like a bubble of fire. Swirling inside itself, red, orange, yellow, to the blue-white core. The young woman reached out and popped the bubble of fire before herself. Sparks of light glittered like tiny stars fell around to the ground, where they extinguished themselves. A soft sigh left her. That tiny bubble had been her anger, her feelings of betrayal and hate. At least, the immediate ones. Hope is still inside of us, little one, Lynnira spoke, softly. Though the statement had no been directed to her. Death of a loved one is just.. difficult to cope with. Time will burn the wound shut. Only way to speed this up, is to get our revenge. To destroy the physical being that destroyed the symbol of peace for many.. and to lift this darkness. Yes? A shrug left the woman, as a small devil-ish smile touched her pink lips, Personally.. I just want to squish him like the bug he is.. to be vague. The 'he' she spoke of was quite obvious. And by the malicious look she had had on her face.. she was being quite vague.
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' Lead me to the shard' my ass... Xion muttered, hearing the tail end of waht Gandrian was saying about him burning the forest down as he took to the wing again and soared up high enough not to be spotted from the trees or the ground and began to make loftily, lazy circles around the forest peering down to see where things were. He didn't see much though with the trees all in the damn way, Xion could make out pathways and various tangles of plants that seemed to be blocking the convenient way to the center of the so-called maze But he couldn't see into it even with his superior vision like there was some kind of magical field over the entire place that partially blocked out sensing anything on the ground from overhead. That must really piss off the eagles and other raptors... Dammit, I can't find any clue of where to go other than to continue along straight ahead and follow the winding pathways. He said irritably and continued orbiting the forest they were getting into, growing increasingly more frustrated and annoyed with the area's ability to fool his eyes and magical senses. He culd feel the pulsations of the magic under him but couldn't pinpoint where they were coming from, just an irritating buzz of energy. It was like having someone ringing a gong in your ears every 5 minutes or so, you couldn't hear anything else for a while other than that blasted ringing sound. Damn this all to hell I'm going to burn down a good clearing in this forest just because it's annoying me now. He growled and took a sharp inhalation and found a ripe place full of saplings and young trees and circled down and prepared to 'bring the rain' in the form of a torrent of metal melting fire. With that, a square mile of forest would ignite in boulder-meltingly hot fire coming from the sky as Xion had his fun. Maybe he could get lucky and 'accidentally' catch that damn Gandrian in it 'unknowingly'. Yeah that'd be a hoot and it'd get him some peace and less irritation for a while at least. But it wasn't really that likely to happen, the dragon had marked where the human was and was avoiding torching that area to avoid pissing off their mutual contractor. But maybe he'd roast a good community of elves along the way? That would be helpful in the end no bloody arrows pecking down at you from the trees whenever you stopped to take a piss. Once he was done with his fun, he'd blur backto a human form and slip down through the trees to find Gandrian as the Dark King had told him to stay with the annoying moron. You know, nobody wants to see that. he said , alighting and sitting on the branch above the knight's head. And yes I did burn a square mile of trees, I think I even got a few elves in it. He chuckled, sensing Gandrian's irritation. Why shouldn't he irritate him? Gandrian was just as much of a pain in the ass as Xion was half the time so fair's fair in the end. But It also meant that they probably wouldn't get along when a situation required it with the dragon's impulsive nature of destruction conflicting with the elf's nature of taking it carefully.
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Valen moved silently alongside his comrades, not speaking much save for his expression earlier. The male walked straight, though his eyes were cast at the ground, his memory replaying the events in his head, the Queen's death, the king's victory, he wished, truly wished that he had been expecting Gandrian to turn on them, but instead he allowed the traitor to stab him in the back and then kill the queen. What he wished more was that Gandrian would have killed him instead of the queen, he would have been promptly defeated and the queen would have survived. Valen cought up with Brand as he stopped to wait for him, and patted the male on the head Yes, we will Avenge the queen and return peace to our lands once again, I have no doubt about this, we will be victorious. Valen allowed his hand to rest on the youngest's head for a moment, a brotherly glint in his eyes as he smiled, the first since the queen had died, nodding in reply to the Elf's statement Yes it is... Thank you for your kindness, you have my gratitude for accompanying us. Valen had protected the elven people for some time, holding the northwest as his territory. Valen took a couple steps away before a violent feeling in his chest caught his attention. Valen paused, covering his mouth as a small fit overtook him, starting with a simple ragged cough that grew worse over the couple seconds it lasted. Valen quickly turned around, turning away from his fellows. The coughing fit only lasted for a couple violent ones, and as Valen took his hand from his lips he noticed specks of blood on his hands, it was black. I am Fine Valen spoke before anybody could ask, speaking to nobody in particular and wiping his hand covertly on his red scarf. The pain that had been growing in Valen's chest since the disaster worried him, he could feel something gnawing away at his soul. Valen subconsciously took a hand from his spear, feeling the throb from under his ribs right next to his heart, which beat a tad faster. The male swallowed loudly, looking down and taking his hand from his chest, rummaging through the sack he had on his shoulder and drawing out his pipe and a flint. Valen coughed once before bringing the pipe to his lips and inhaling the smoke from the smoldering tobacco, letting the smoke fill his lungs, easing that burning pain as he walked, the rush of sensation adding some lightness to his step as he closed his eyes. Valen exhaled the smoke forming a stream of dark smoke from his lips.
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A girl of maybe 17 or 18 years of age stood at the bus station the dirt and grim from the bus seemed to hover around her in the air and lightly on her skin masking her young beauty in a way. Her hair hung a couple inches past her shoulders her mother had insisted that she have her hair done in hopes that she might actually go on a few dates this year since her hobbies rarely attracted men her age. Her hair was a nice natural shade of red on the bottom half of her head then her natural sandy blonde hair on top with layered in highlights. Her hair had been cut to make all of this blend together nicely and the slight curl at the ends only added to the look framing the fair skin of her face beautifully. She had blue and hazel eyes, a slight hint of pin on her cheeks emphasizing her youth, her lips were small but slightly full. Her figure was lean but shapely from her size 30 D breasts trailing down to her small waist down to her well proportioned hips with a small, firm butt. She stood at about five feet tall. She wore a pair of wide leg jeans that hugged her hips, a plain brown t-shirt that exposed about an inch of her nice flat stomach, and a pair of flip flops. Her suit case sat on the ground beside her small frame. Liena looked around for her older brother and sighed a bit annoyed he was supposed to pick her and take her to his dorm for the week. She had not seen her brother in a little over a year and she had changed a lot since he last saw her. She had grown a into a nicer figure since he had last seen her. She wondered how he would react. She had thought he was cute when she was younger but had pretty much pushed those thoughts aside after he had left for college. She sat down on her suitcase as she waited impatiently. He never was much for being on time it had seemed. She sighed and pulled her wallet out walking over and getting a snickers out of the vending machine she needed to eat something her blood sugar was getting a bit low. She snacked on the candy bar until she was pretty sure she saw his car pull into the parking lot. She grabbed her suitcase and rolled it out through the exit hoping it was him she was anxious to clean up a bit. She hated the bus it was never very clean.
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Running a bit late Jared gunned the car down the high way towards the bus station. Growling at himself for having to take off school early to pick up his baby sister he sighed and put on his disturbed CD. Turning the music up he dropped the gear on the nineteen sixties model mustang and tore down the highway at almost a hundred miles per hour. Finally he hit his off ramp and squealed to a stop as he turned into the parking lot of the bus station. Putting the car into a parking spot he put on the parking break and set it in neutral as he stepped out to greet her. Hey Liena, I hope you haven't been waiting too long, I got stuck in traffic. He said chuckling, a small lie. Walking over to her he took her suitcase and smiled. Lifting it up he walked to the car and slid it in the almost nonexistent back seat. Give your brother a hug. He said as he walked over to her and pulled her to his black t shirt clad chest, his jeans a little big on him. His green eyes looked her over and a smirk crossed his five O'clock shadowed face. His brunette hair was a little long, but up in spikes as to keep it out of his way, and it was the way he liked it.