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The stars twinkled silently as they hung over the the quiet meadow. A full moon shone down on the soft grass, illuminating the clearing with it's bright, silver glow. The field was alive with the humming of the insects, and the rustling of the brush as the nocturnal creatures went about their lives, unaware of the danger that came swiftly and silently from the east. All of a sudden, as if the night itself had paused for a breath, the clearing went still.

Nivlac crept through the undergrowth, red eyes scanning the night as he slipped like a shadow through the forest. Next to him, Flan worked her way through the night, eyes always forward. Nivlac could smell her hunger, it emanated from her in a wave. His own thirst gnawed at the back of his skull, like a dull saw on stone.

Ahead, just past the clearing, Nivlac's sharp eyes caught the glint of a fire. He motioned Flan into silence, and gestured for her to stay put. He took two steps backwards and vanished into the dark.

Outside the clearing was a small village nestled in the rolling foothills, an odd assortment of cottages and huts sprawled around a cobblestone square. The lights were on as fires burned in the cottages, columns of smoke climbed from the chimneys, reaching like fingers into the night sky.

"Perfect."

Nivlac made his way back to the waiting Flan. Emerging from the dark in front of her, he held out his hand and flashed her one of his murderous smiles.

"Come, my hungry little friend. Tonight we shall feed well."

The unlikely partners quietly strode into the peaceful village. Within only moments, the still night was shattered by the frantic screams of the innocent villagers, howling with fear and agony as their precious lives were consumed to pacify the carnal urges of the two young Nightwalkers.

Nivlac watched the girl's enthusiasm with a thoughtful interest. So small, to be causing so much devastation. He raised his face to the full moon and let out a long, eerie laugh. Blood ran down his face and chest as he pounced onto his next victim, ripping a large chunk of flesh from the terrorized man's face.

Nivlac stood and licked his lips. He glanced down at the faceless man, no longer moving. So much meat to go to waste, and he'd already eaten his fill of the villagers. Not whole villagers, like the impressive little cannibal, Nivlac preferred to sample his victims, a piece here, a piece there. Well waste not, want not.

Nivlac reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a jet-black pokeball, engraved with a dark red rune. Tossing it onto the blood-stained cobblestone, Nivlac cackled aloud as the dark shape of his black Haxorus appeared in front of him.

"Beelzebub, join the party! Feast my friend, and we shall own this night!"

The Haxorus roared in response, and lowered its scaled head to tear at the man bleeding out on the floor of the town square. Once the beast had eaten its fill, Nivlac returned the black beast to its pokeball and glanced over at Flan, who had just picked her last skeleton clean. Together, the duo returned to the clearing where Arca was waiting patiently for Flan. Nivlac shook his head when Flan offered him a bite of the head, as he had eaten plenty.

"Now that we have fed, we must find Lord Verin. You DID express a desire to meet our leader, did you not? I can feel his presence to the north. This will be faster if we fly. Nightfang!"


Another jet-black ball appeared from inside the young man's jacket, visible for just one second before flying from his hand. It burst open and Nivlac's Hydreigon appeared, stretching its heads. Nivlac climbed onto its back.

"Well, are you coming?"

Darkness and silence, that was all that surrounded Gideon. Though not a soul could see, he was moving towards his leader. He sensed Lord Verin's presence far to the north of his current location, but could easily tell that the master would need a little back up if his location was where he thought he was. Trying his best to shake the echoing words of his cousin from his head; with whom he rarely spoke; the trainer traveled on, merely a shadow traveling along the ground unseen.

As the swift trek continued, Gideon snapped alert from within his confines, "Dunstan! That way." he shouted into the vast empty darkness at seemingly nothing, but the shadow on the ground turned towards the way he pointed. The icy trained felt two more presences, and those of the dying nearby; one familiar, the other...new....fresh....yet still just as bloodthirsty as the other. 'Curious' he thought to himself, 'What kind of company is he keeping now?'

A matter of seconds later, a brilliant golden coffin rose from the ground near the two well fed youths, a distinctly eerie aura emanating from it. Suddenly two eyes snapped open, red as the blood that stained the ground; as a fanged smile spread across it's face. As the Cofagrigus stood there for a moment, a mist seemed to gather, and slowly it opened; a cold chill spreading from it as it did. Soon it crept further open, and out from the darkness that filled it's confines, Gideon stepped out, bandages wrapped around his entire body, save his mask.

Grasping at the wrappings, he pulled them loose from his face, revealing himself to both Nivlac and the child. Casting a cold calculating stare at the odd youngling, Gideon soon turned to his fellow Nightwalker and nodded in greeting; beginning to remove the rest of the bandages from his trip, "Hello again Nivlac. I see you've been out for a bit of a midnight snack hmm?" he stated, showing little emotion, other than a slight hint of disgust in his tone; something at the back of his mind screamed that it was wrong, but as usual, he ignored it, "I see that you have made a new...dining partner. Would you care to introduce me to this new tag along, and inform me as to why she is here?" he questioned; she wasn't a Nightwalker, unless she was fresh, new members were usually talked of at least.

"And on another note, I assume that you are making your way towards Lord Verin's location? Judging by your current state of assumed departure?"