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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:10 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 11:26 am
Three giant drums, being beat without minding each other, one of them was weaker, drown by the giants. Far away, and yet so near, someone beat a hammer against an anvil, ever so loudly. It was getting louder and louder and louder.
Rushing air, crashing rapids of liquid and then a snap, gently sharp fangs rushed and grazed the ear of the meditating humanoid. His body situated strangely between two adult Ra'ashlyas, his legs were up on the back one, while his back and head rested on the other, his body bent and curled in the gap between the two bodies, his arms folded and resting over his stomach, pressed lightly by his legs against it.
They have brought our meal. A voice interrupted any further thoughts he might had tried to manage completing. Feeling the one under his legs slip away.
Come on…We are hungry…
A tongue stick out from between the peach lips to the one who spoke in his mind.
“Alright…” He answer out loud, thought before he could get up, the second one had moved away, letting him fall right onto the hard packed earth. “….”
He heard their laughter, or at least the sounds that came from their muzzles that he identified as laughter. Rising to his feet, he dust himself off and fixed his necklaces, as they were choking him. The chain lock in friction with his sweaty skin.
Moving the flap of his tent, he looked out to five soldiers, he moved back and let them in.
Three barrels, two medium, one small. A goblet. Two large tubs of meat, and a dinner platter. The platter, goblet were left on his table, the barrels by his table, the rest were put in front of the two large resting creatures.
Closing the flap, he moved the two medium barrels in front of the Ulaiths and uncovered them. The scent of blood came to all three of them, and probably to those outside. Only one of them was blood, the other was water. He walked back to his table and open the last barrel then removed the cover from his dinner, looking at the soldier’s meal with disgust. He reached for the goblet and dip it into the small barrel, retrieving a glassful of blood. Ulaith. Ra'ashlya. Human. Vampire. Wolf. Mage. Enemy. Or ally. Whoever had fought today, whoever had die, were now used to feed him. He didn’t had time to hunt down prey, nor did he care for his own soldiers’ blood, he still needed them. His soldiers liked to believed that the two barrels were all for him, he thought about that as he watched both Ulaiths eating meat and drinking without remorse the blood. He had never meant for that, they just…picked it up. All three of them knew self control, but why waste a meal? Because they died in the battlefields? Ha! That was a stupid way of thinking. Food was food. Not matter were it came from. No one growled at the crows for feeding after the battles. So why should anyone see his doings any differently?
The soldiers didn’t argue, they were afraid of him, they were afraid that if they didn’t bring back blood to him as often as possible, he would turn on them. Who could blame them? Morpheus couldn’t.
A sound outside the tent got their attention, the Ra'ashlyas finish the blood and topple the barrel over before moving on to the rest of their food and drink, they were the healthiest among the small troops Morpheus control, without surprise. The general didn’t view the two creatures as tools, but no one knew this. Only those two knew, and knew that they were lucky. They were miserable, their chosen as well, but they had it easy compare to others.
The lieutenant step into the tent, not bothering to ask for premission, in turn, the vampire barely ackowledge his presence. Serno clear his throat, getting the attention of the Ra'ashlya alone.
“….Morpheus!”
The vampire looked up with a smirked. “Hmm? Oh, Serno. I wasn’t aware of your arrival…May I ask why you are here?”
The man seem anger now, a general was mocking him. “Do not forget your place, general.”
“I never do.” You won’t let me. Morpheus gave a gentle glare. “What brings you here?”
“Hmph.” The man took a seat across from Morpheus, looking at two creatures for a moment, since their eyes were still on him. “…Why are they inside your tent?”
“It helps me think.”
“Come again?”
The general realize he shouldn’t had said that, but it didn’t show in his face. “If I can see my instruments of war, I can come up with my strategies of victory.”
“As poetic as always.”
The vampire remind silent, all of them did, until he repeated his question.
“I am here because I have a mission for you. The Shaman has been spotted on the enemy lines.”
Morpheus’ mind started to rush his thoughts. No good. His hand took his goblet up.
“Guess who I have been told to give the honor to kill her and that creature she rides?”
The vampire swallowed the blood with difficulty and lower his drink, licking the red liquid from his lip. “…..Me.”
“Indeed. You and these two monsters shall stay near the battle, but you are not to strike until the Shaman is spotted. Try to make it entertaining, Morpheus.” He got up and walked out of the tent.
Morpheus listen to the sound of footsteps before he turned, grabbing a nearby book and banging it against his head.
One of his Ra'ashlya stretched his neck out and pulled the book away from him, growling.
Both of them tried to reached their chosen, but failed as Morpheus’ mind was pure chaos. They looked at each other, worry.
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:02 pm
The Shaman ran a delicate hand through matted hair, and let out a stifled moan.
She had had a great loss today, and Nazareth was not pleased with her.
The legendary Commander was a father-figure to her of sorts, and he had been brought to tears by their losses.
And oh, what a loss it had been.
She and Kion were in the front lines as they always were, aiding her comrades with magick from the Gods themselves. She had reined Kion in, beginning to prepare a direct assault to the damned vampire atop the maned black Ulaith.
Morpheus.
She had raised her staff, and the Gods had grated her a Mageshield at the precise moment when Morpheus' troops crashed over her own.
Naldox didn't care about losing their troops; a plus, she supposed, when human lives where expendable. However, in La'don, she fought beside comrades, friends, and she valued each life as if it were her own.
And to lose them nearly killed her.
As the Shaman saw Morpheus' batillion swarm over her own, cutting down any who opposed them, anger overwhelmed her in an angry red haze, and, without thinking, she let Kion take the lead.
The purple had charged forward, encouraging her to summon Fafnir's Wrath.
Doing so had cost her greatly, but the cost to her enemy had been much greater. Fire had taken the shape of Fafnir himself, and had slaughtered any with Vampiric taint, wiping out half of Morpheus' troops. However, Morpheus himself had escaped the cleansing through the power of his bedamned Ulaith.
And he would pay for the lives he had taken.
With a start, Kamakani glanced up with bright purple eyes at the man entering her pavilion. A black lock veiled her face as she relaxed, leaning her head back.
"Anselm. I take it your battle went as bad as mine?" She was exhausted, and her straggle appearance showed it.
Anselm sat down with a hard thump, leather riding breeches expelling dust as his rump collided with the wood of the chair beneath him.
"Worse." His voice was hoarse from yelling and issuing orders. His face was dirt-streaked, and Kamakani could see the evidence of tears from the void of dirt on his cheeks. Kamakani's expression softened at the physical evidence of his own loss, and she sighed deeply.
"How many?" She closed her eyes, and lay her head down on her forearms, dreading the news.
Anselm hesitated. "Over two thirds."
Kamakani let out a curse that would make her superiors blush, and stood.
Saluting, she reverted back to War Manners.
"I thank you for your report. You are dismissed, Sub-Commander."
Oh, Gods. This was beginning to go very, very wrong.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:32 pm
Morpheus started to pace back and for, knowing too well his options were few and most them end up with someone dead. Two pair of crimson eyes watched him, keeping themselves away from his mind.
This is madness....I cannot do this.
Are you afraid?
The vampire turned about towards the one who spoke. Afraid? Nay, never. No to killing nor to death. I am falling apart tho. I fear getting either of you hurt or kill. I fear being the one to bring the La'don to an end. I fear my name being praise and loath for being the creature who destroyed hope. Their hope....our hope.
He remember the eyes of the shaman, looking at his through the flames with loath at his being, at being alive. Inside him, it driven him deeper into self-loathing. Closer to taking his life, but the two creatures that lay near him were what stop him.
He knew he could kill her, Serno would make sure that they will be out in the field before she can recuperate her strength.
We know our options are...hopeless. That we will die or live in shame..or both. None the less, we shall follow you into this mission, whether you like it or not. You are our Chosen.
Morpheus gave a sad smile and sat down, resting against Ancalimë. I am sorry I could not give you the freedom I had once promise you.
We never expected it...since you were and are not free yourself.
The man laughed out loud and soon calmed, closing his eyes, he smiled, still sad. A gentle hum coming from him as they waited to be called upon.
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 5:14 pm
Kamakani strode from her pavillion, a grim look set on her features. Kion trotted loyally beside her, the bells on his horns chiming softly with each footfall.
Kamakani ran a gentle hand through Kion's feathered crest, and as her hand came to the base of his shoulders, she gripped his feathers in her hand and swung up, landing atop his back gracefully.
The placement of her knees behind his wings locked her in place, and she nudged him forward, urging him to take to the skies.
He accelerated into a fast canter, and, at Kamakani's squeeze, leaned back on his haunches, pushing off of the hard-packed earth with muscled thighs, wings opening with a loud snap.
As his height increased rapidly, he let his vision shift into Othersight, where he could see the energies of the world, and, as such, he found a thermal that would direct him where Kamakani desired to go.
She was headed for Azereth's pavillion, which was about a league away from her own.
Azereth was stationed on the edge of the battlefield, enabling messages to come to him first, and allowing him to send orders as hastefully as needed.
Kamakani had a plan, and Kion knew that the Commander wouldn't like it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 2:09 am
Hearing the rumble of a horn in the distance, Morpheus rose to his feet, picking up his spear and messenger bag, sighing softly as he walked out of the tent, follow closely by the two Ra'ashlya. The vampire pulled himself onto Demon’s back and looked off into the distance were the troops were getting together. “….”
They went their separate way, keeping their distance as they started ahead of the troops. His troops were no longer his, they were Serno’s. The mere thought of that gave him a mixed bag of emotions.
His knuckles white as he heard galloping claws behind him, he turned to see lieutenant Serno’s Ra’ashlya caught up with Demon’s slow walk. “Now, where do you think you are going?”
“You said to wait until the Shaman was spotted, well…I am finding a good spot.”
The man let out a snore at this, not believing him.
“I don’t run, Lieutenant. “
“Right…what are you planning to do against her?”
“That’s my business….”
“Morpheus..-” Serno began with a warning tone but Morpheus interrupted him by knocking him right off his Ra’ashlya with the staff of his spear. He leaped off Demon’s back and landed gracefully by the curled up figure. He kicked him and place the heavy boot on his neck, glaring down at him with heartless cold eyes. “This is what I am going to do….I am going to kill you just as I will kill her.” His boot started to apply pressure onto the man’s windpipe as he rose the dangerous blade in his spear. He ignore the cries that disturbed his mind, both from his inner voices and those of his Ra’ashlya.
The spear came down with a loud and nasty sound, but to Morpheus it had been the most satisfying thing he had done in decades. “To a million souls that I have murder wrongly, this one that is murder with all rights, seems to lift the burdens of my heart.”
Both Ra’ashlya interrupt his afterglow with a chorus of speeches about his actions, but the vampire stared them down until the quieted. He walked up to the aquamarine creature Serno had been riding, gently grabbing up one of the curved horns, he pulled her head down and rested his head against hers. The teenager showed no emotion in her face at the death of the lieutenant. Her soulless eyes stared into his, unminding, just a twinkle in them of what her great spirit had once been.
Morpheus watched her eyes, watching something new come into them, he smiled gently and let her go, pulling off the armor and ornaments, he pointed in a direction and she took off.
He pulled his spear from Serno’s head and looked at the blood, for a moment thinking of licking it and then twisting in disgust at the thought. “Your blood is not even worth so…” He climbed onto Demon’s back and looked at the creature. “On we go to meet a certain Shaman and intruduce to our little friend called Death, no?”
Crimson eyes looked confuse but both creature began moving. Ancalimë took off into the skies, scouting ahead.
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:14 pm
//. A gauntleted fist slammed down atop the wooden table, knocking the pewter mugs from it's edge with sheer force.
"Are you insane, Shaman?" the man bellowed, his face reddening
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Kamakani kept her wits about her, and stood perfectly still. With a calm voice, she responded, "Quite the opposite, Sir. It's the least they'll expect, and we can take out the Vampire and his Ulaith as well."
The girl's mouth was set in a determined line, and Nazareth knew that even if he forbade her, the damn fool of a girl would go along with this ridiculous plan anyway.
Kion stood beside his Chosen, completely still, save for the twitching of his bladed tail, showing his annoyance. He wanted this over and done with, and, even though he agreed Nazareth's assumption that his Chosen seemed a bit loony was accurate, yet the plan did, in a way, make sense.
He supposed he should trust in the Gods as much as his Chosen did.
With a sigh, the Commander seemed to arrive at the same conclusion the Ulaith did, and nodded his acceptance reluctantly.
"Fine. But there is a condition." The Commander fixed Kion with a stare, then returned his gaze to the Shaman. "Take Azreth with you."
At this, Kamakani hid a grin behind a bow. As if the white would be left behind!
"As you decree, Commander. Permission to advance?"
Without waiting for a reply, the Shaman strode from the tent, already knowing her friend's answer.
Closing his eyes after watching the Shaman leave, Nazareth grimaced. "Permission granted," he murmured. .\\\\
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:31 pm
A gentle humm came from the vampire's chest as his black eyes watched the front lines close. The dark brothers laying down at each side of him, watching the moving troops as well.
You really think we will die today?
....At this point, if the shaman doesn't kill us, the Naldox will.
Both brothers glared down at the vampire for a moment.
And whose fault is that?!
Mine and only mine. I understand your anger, but not your reason, even less from you, my beloved Narrator.
Demon let a snort and turn his head away, making the man smile. Anca gave him a confuse look, nipping at the vampire's hair lightly.
"mrrr?"
Sergo almost whipped Demon to death when he was a child, for saving him, i got a good deal of whipping myself.
No ask you to get in the middle that day, no one is asking you to go on with this madness.
My heart did and is.
Demon blinked and bowed his head. I am sorry.
You are forgiven. The vampire smiled and went on humming.
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:58 pm
//. Kion flew with grace above the front lines, black wings pushing against the air below him, performing dazzling feats and evasion tactics as the the two Winged ones were being shot at.
Azreth flew beside him, complimenting his flying abilities with his own near-bounding wing beats.
The two soared high, nearly at cloud-level, and the Shaman was oddly silent, though a sad smile constantly kissed her features.
Both Ulaith knew what was on her mind, and they had planned to make her enjoy this final flight.
The Shaman would occasionally have the two fly next to each other so that she could switch mounts. She would tell the other to make a scan over the Battleground, to see if they could spot the Vampire.
"There."
Kion's voice was harsh as he made a low sweep over the Battlegrounds, deflecting a stray arrow with the blade of his tail.
Kamakani let her vision go into Othersight, melding it with Kion's, and, sure enough, there he was, his two Ulaith beside him.
Calling Azreth with a thought, the Shaman raised her right hand high into the air, and the staff she wielded let out what sounded like a peal of thunder.
The battle below ceased for merely an instant.
In that time, Kamakani looked below her. There she saw friends, souls, and hearts.
Even the Naldox; all of them had souls, and they were sacrificing it for what? Glory? Honor?
Freedom.
Azreth glided along below Kion, and the sun's rays reflected off of that pristine white coat of his. His mane fluttered behind him, like a horses' would when galloping.
Kion nodded his agreement as Kamakani tightened her grip on her staff, the knuckles on her hand going white.
"Freedom," the purple called above the clamor of Battle, "as we shall soon have, Wingheart."
Blinking back tears, the Shaman sent out a single thought to both of her Bonded.
::I'm so sorry.::
She felt a surge of love from each, and both responded, their voices ringing in unison.
::You are Forgiven.:: .\\
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 4:31 pm
There!
The vampire looked up, his eyes gave a crimson glow for just a beat as he leaped onto Anca's back. The red-stripped ulaith spread his wings, with a short run and a leap, he was on the air.
Lets. Lets. Lets Play a little game.
A game of death.
Come, come.
Demon rose to his feet and stood there, glaring towards the skies, giving a loud roar. "Come, come and lets play a game of death...."
His eyes narrow as his tail sway from side to side.
For today we feel dead and alive.
Come, Come.
We are your death.
And You are ours.
Today you will meet the black reapers,
the Black Blood Knight,
the Terror of the Skies,
and Death Narrator.
Today you will meet your death.
And US?
Our end.
Morpheus rose his spear and narrow his eyes, pointing the spear towards the shaman as Ancalime rose higher into the air. "Forgive me, dear lady, but you are have been a thorn in the Naldox's side for long enought!" He yelled her way. "Today, you meet your death!"
And may the gods forgive us...
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:14 pm
//. Closing her eyes for a fraction of a second, the Shaman inhaled deeply, hearing the Vampire's words.
Opening her eyes suddenly, Kion's wings folded tight to his body with a muffled intake of air, and Kamakani leapt from his saddle.
Azreth swooped in from below, timing his flight perfectly, so that the Shaman landed at the base of his neck.
As Kamakani belted herself into the saddle, Kion dove downwards, letting his momentum from such a great fall carry him faster and faster.
All three knew that this was suicide; and yet, it was quite freeing, when you really looked at it.
Azreth snapped his wings open just as the girl finished securing herself in, and displayed his aerial perfection by going into a deep back-flip, wings spread wide.
The membranes and veins in the feathers caught the sun's dying rays, turning the white's wings pale, pale red.
As Azreth leveled out, the Shaman had raised her staff, and, calling out to the God of Fire, Kizashi, let loose a levinbolt of flame, sending it spiraling and twisting it's way towards Ancalime from the skies.
Just as the flame hit the Ulaith, Kion forced himself to keep his wings shut as he was a scarce ten feet away from Demon.
It went against all of his instincts; diving without saving himself, and the only thing he could do was grit his teeth as he slammed into Demon with the force of a hundred men.
The momentum of Kion's collision into Demon sent the two sprawling backwards, end over end, Kion feeling several bones in his tail and left hind leg snap.
And, oh, he couldn't even imagine what it had done to Demon.
As the two rolled and slid down the rocky slop, Kion tore at Demon with his hind legs as much as it pained him. He kept a tight hold on the Ulaith with his foreclaws, and let his tailblade rend the black's hide.
Kion yelped in pain with each pass of his tail, and the sound carried to Azreth and Kamakani.
As soon as the Shaman had sent the levinbolt flying, and it had indeed hit Ancalime, though not as hard as she had wished, Azreth snapped his wings shut and proceeded to dive down, mimicking Kion's dive; though nowhere near as steep.
The white lowered his head, and opening his wings with a loud, popping snap right before he hit the other Ulaith to slow his momentum, pierced Anca's right hind thigh with that twisted horn, splitting hide, muscle, and tendon as he did so from the mere force of his fall.
Hearing the scream torn from Anca rent Kamakani's heart in two, and, sending a fleeting thought of love and desperation to her Ulaith, the Shaman flung herself out of the saddle, tears stinging her eyes, and, drawing a hidden dagger from a steel-plated boot, fell atop the Vampire with a hoarse cry.
Oh, Gods, please let my loves make it out alright. .\\
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:54 pm
The demonic looking Ulaith wasn't as graceful in the air as his opponent, but he knew enought.
A screech escape the black one as he was hit with the flames, taking the damage completly as he protected his chosen. His wings flapped lightly as he tried to keep himself in the air. Morpheus growled loudly as seeing Anca being damage and losing so much altitude in one move, this way bad.
Taking the flew blown impact, Demon scream, several of his ribs crack, sinking deeply into his flesh as he was throwing into the rolling stumbled. He knew his shoulder was broken and as well as dislocated.
The strange tail blade came down onto the other's flesh, slashing mercilessly at other's flesh, the claws of his unbroken arm sank deeply keeping the Ulaith close. His jaws coming down to sink deeply into the other's arm, his fangs ripping into the flesh.
Ancalime roar in pain, his head twistet, clamping down his jaws onto the other's tail, this was risky and was done out of anger, they would start losing altitude rapidly once they tried to flap their wings at the same time, canceling each other out.
Hearing Ancalime's roar, drove Morpheus right into killing mode, anger feeding every single one of his moves. The black eyes turned crimson, glowing in fury, the weight of the Shaman sent Ancalime lower and lower, but the ulaith wouldn't let go of the other's tail.
Morpheus moved his body, hitting her side with the metal staff of his spear and throwing her off him, thought he had half wished they had been farther up, much further up. A five foot fall wasn't much of a worry.
Leaping down after her, he landed ontop of her, one of his feet pressing down onto her wrist of the hand with the dagger as he rose the spear. ....
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Tristam Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:19 am
//. With a roar of absolute pain, Azreth tore his tail from Anca's mouth, lunging to the side, to sprint for his Chosen, hoping beyond hope he could reach her in time.
Azreth's roar was drowned out in Kion's ears as he himself let out a deep rumble of warning to Demon. Kion was trained in the art of combat, and had learned to ignore such blows and pains until either he or his enemy was dead.
However, seeing his Chosen in such a precarious position snapped him from his Battle Trance, and, at once, all of the hurts rained down upon him.
Shaking his head to clear blurred vision, Kion pushed himself away from Demon, shoving off of him with powerful hind legs and taking to the air.
Labored breaths strained to get enough air in his lungs; he was hurt badly, and his strength was beginning to fail.
At the peak of his flight, a little over half a league into the skies, Kion snapped his wings to his sides, and, with a cry, let himself turn over in the air, dive-bombing Demon in his favorite tactic once more.
He slammed into the Ulaith once again, shattering Demon's collarbone, and, as Kion whipped his tail around, sliced through layers of skin, and deep into bone with that lethal blade.
Kion himself grimaced as he felt his right wrist snap, yet he clung to the Ulaith as if in rigor mortise.
And, for all he knew, that could very well become reality.
Just a bit more. Gods, give me speed.
Azreth's body tensed as his muscles strained to reach his Chosen, he was a scarce few yards from the two of them, and, pushing off of the ground with muscled, taut thighs, he heard an earsplitting wail of pain from Demon just as he snapped his wings open. .\\
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:47 am
Demon's roar of pain.
Suddenly everything slow down for Morpheus, he felt his air supply cut. That cry, that wasn't Ancalime, still on the air, going after Azreth. It wasn't the battle field, still watching them, thousand after thousands of eyes.
“Demon…Demon!” Time suddenly came about again, Morpheus had turn away from the shaman.
You fool! Finish the job!
There was no fight left in the dark Ulaith. Broken bones, sinking into his flesh, letting blood flow inside his body, dislocate limbs, all this was far too much for even the Ulaith’s healing power to take, it would kill him to use it. Healing to let Kion rip into his flesh again wasn’t something the dark one would take kindly.
Morpheus turned back to the Shaman, tears rolling down from his eyes at the sight they had just witness. Demon, his Death Narrator, pin and half way to his death sentence, under one of hers.
The vampire growled, and pulled his spear down, scratching her shoulder deeply, enough to make her knife wielding arm useless for the time. “Run…Run as fast as you can, because if I catch you, I will kill you for what you have done. Now Run, mount your steeds and run away from here. Your death will bring me nothing.”
He moved away, just as Ancalime dive onto Azreth from above, knocking both of them off the air. Morpheus looked at the Naldox as they stared at him, he rose his spear. “Dare you touch her, and you will meet you end at my spear, at my claws, at my teeth” His voice echo over them with power. “ I command you still, and this are my orders. Leave.”
The Naldox stared at him, they weren’t going to listen to him, and he knew that.
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