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[ThexTwistedxOne]

[[OCC: Sorry about your dog.. ]]
Her eyes darted open someone else had entered the sanctuary, but it had been to dark to see "Who's there?" she called out. A soft growl rumbled in her throat, Kestrel had gotten herself into enough trouble today she didn't want to get into anymore, pushing Cail's wing gently off her she arose to her feet, searching in the dark for whatever had entered.
A little light please Cail
She gasped, as Cail lit up the room with his eyes [...his eyes shift forms.. i know it sounds cheesy its for flying late at night xD ] "Oh my..." A beautiful white mare stood before her. Kestrel hesitated to touch it, it was so stunning, so pure, slowly she reached out and stroked Bri's head. "I wont hurt you... I promise you can trust me"

[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus stood to his full height in his complete form. At a little over 10 feet tall, he was an intimidating force to behold. He reached up with both arms and removed both swords, spinning each of them twice in hand to get a good feel for his grips. "I sense you have another purpose about you... and judging by that silver dagger, another vampire or elder, from a time past yours, has sent you. You may not sense it, but that dagger has a Platinum core to it...

Silver does not have the same cripplng effect on elders as it does normal werewolves. That dagger without the core would only be able to surpress my powers and weaken me slightly... But that core makes it dangerous.

I can see the questioning on your features as to why you must use that dagger and not your normal weapon. But know this..." He spun both swords in his hands again. "It will be much harder to hit me then you may think... because now we are fighting by my strengths, and we are in a forrest... You are good with magic, I will not deny that... But combat is my realm, and we both know that... since it was the gods Nightshade and NightClaw that decided how we must fight...

I am not one who starts a battle, but I will finish it." He crossed his blades infront of him then slowly slid them apart, like a giant pair of shears. As he reversed his grip on his right sword, so he held it with the blade facing behind him. He raised his arms in a defensive stance.

"Come On! It's your move!"

ooc: I feel slightly better, but thats only because I'm writing

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena bowed her head in greeting.
"If you can trust me, then I can trust you."
Her words were perfectly clear, unslurred.
Then she walked away, to a different part of the underground forest.
She Shifted into her Base Form and sat down.
She remembered another battle, when she was twelve.

~~~~

Mid-day, Training Hollow.

Near the end of the lesson, Briena's head snapped 'round.
She sniffed tensely at the breeze that cooled her warm face.

Smoke... Death... Unwashed men... Mhorvanjus. Burning wood.
Burning flesh... The metallic scent of spilled blood.

Her eyes widened and she Shifted into a white eagle.

The others watched, confused, as she soared up, high above the Hollow,
above the forest.

Briena looked in the direction that the scents had come from.
She had a clear view of the Village. But now, that Village was
not a Village any longer.

The figures of men raced through the burning Village.
She scanned the many houses, picking out her home at once. A screech
of agony and fury ripped from her beak.
Her mother's beautiful, now lifeless figure lay, slashed and bloody,
beside Lorican's equally lifeless form. Briena's Father's strong
arms were wrapped limply about her Mother's body.
He had obviously attempted to shield his wife from death.

Calla's bloodstained, pale golden hair fanned out on the dirt of the
street in front of the house.
Lorican's fiery hair was matted, covering his blank eyes.

Briena scanned the scene again, and felt her rage increase.
Mhorvanjus stood, longsword out and dripping with the blood
of her parents, just sixty cubits away from them.
With her eagle's eyesight, Briena could see twisted glee on his face.
His cold black eyes gleamed. She saw his lips move.

All around him, more bodies lay dead. Children, men, women. Babies,
even. All were Villagers of Elvenwood.

And with the Villagers, the animals lay dead.
Horses, cows, goats, dogs, cats... All that she and her friends held dear.

She knew she would have to fight. ....


~~~~~~~The Battle~~~~~~~

Mhorvanjus spun as he heard a lion-like roar behind, followed by the
thunder of hooves.

He gawked in slight shock and confusion at what he saw charging down
the hill.
Nearly forty cats, all with their claws out, were streaming down the
hill in a flood of multi-colored and patterned pelts.
Cats didn't act like that.
And even stranger was the fact that a large pack of enormous
wolves were charging, not chasing the cats, but running beside
them as though they were on the same team.
And horses were galloping down the hill. Wild horses.
But they had riders. Familiar riders...

Mhorve's cold black eyes narrowed. The fiery mare that galloped
in the lead of the charge carried a rider as well.
The rider had long, flaming red hair that blazed gloriously in the hot
summer Sun.

An evil sneer slid onto his lips. Excellent.
His Father would be pleased that the entire family of unworthy royal
descendants were dead. And the last one would be the pretty little
redhead on the red mare.
This would be easy.

++++

Briena yelled a warcry as her comrades bore down on the bandits.
Davinillo leapt from Askin's back and slashed for a bandit's throat
with his shortsword.
The bandit turned to deflect, but was too slow.
Davinillo's blade slit the man's throat, spraying scarlet blood over the
ground. Even as the bandit's body crumbled to the ground, Davinillo
was already hacking a path through the bandits.

Nearby, Browen was slashing ferociously at the bandits, slicing throats,
skewering through their bellies.
Beside him, Samias was fighting on horseback.
His mount reared, smashing the enemy's skulls open with his heavy,
sharp hooves.

Briena was dancing like a whirlwind, her longsword flashing
viciously in the bright sunlight when she was in her Base Form.
Other moments, she would be slashing open her foe's bellies wide
with her claws, or ripping their throats from their necks, biting through
major arteries. She was in a frenzy of rage.

And the cats were clawing trousers to shreds, causing the owners of
said garments howl in pain as claws scored flesh and skin.
A lot of the cats did damage to male parts, causing the victims to fall
to their knees. While the cats didn't kill many of the bandits,
they gave their fellow warrior's a chance to give the killing blow or bite.

The horses clubbed, kicked, bit, and crushed the bandits that were
unfortunate enough to get too close.

And the wolves were cutting the numbers in half. They were agile enough
to dodge most of the slashes from the blades of the
rogues, though many of the wolves did get slashed by a fast
blade. They darted in, snapped at the target's heels or achilles tendons,
or launched themselves for the throats, crotches, and bellies.
Some of the wolves were working in twos or threes, two grabbing the
arms, wrists or legs of the bandits and pulling them down,
while the third wolf would dart in for the kill.

The other men from Bri's group were battling with everything they
had. Krolomios and Sirron fought like twin
dragons, killing any bandit that came near.
Grevis, Merrin, Velpin, Gibraltar, and Jervis were slashing their way
through the enemy.

++++
Mhorv watched, and didn't like what he saw.

He had arrived with near to ninety men. Some had also been more than
men.
He had also recruited thirty Vampires and fourteen Weres.
He had hoped that those fighters would be the main advantage.
They had, until that Half-Race little rebel and her odd band had
arrived.
Out of ninety bandits, now all that remained were thirty. Including around
nineteen Vampires, and six Weres.

He growled.

++++

Briena roared.
[size=large] "FACE ME, YOU BASTARD!
FACE YOUR END LIKE A MAN! FACE ME, MHORVANJUS!" [/size]

++++
Face her, eh?
She was calling him to kill her.
Mhorve smirked, then stepped out of his hiding spot.
"Here I am, little Half-Breed. Any last words?
Or do you want me to kill you now?"
He growled, looking her over, and realizing that she looked rather
appealing. Twelve years old or not, she seemed to already be
of age. Maybe he would spare her, after all, and humiliate her
every day. He could just tell his Father that he had killed her, get his
reward, and hide this little redhead away...

++++

His unexpected hesitation was all that Briena needed.
She lunged forward.

++++
Her sudden movement jolted him out of his musings and he
just barely had time to block her blade as it arced for his throat.
His blade clashed against her's, stopping it just mere inches
from his neck.

Mhorv snarled. Nevermind sexual fantasies. This little
thorn needed to be pruned.

The remaining bandits had retreated to the forest edge, where they
watched their Leader and the young Warrioress fight.

Among them, a "young" Vampire watched the girl with no small
amount of admiration.

Arasovrin Orandelardes was a bit different from his fellow Vampires
in that his eyes were golden. Golden as the sun. His hair
was no different, however. It was the same inky black, straight,
mid-back length cascade as the other Vampires.

The girl intrigued Arasovrin.

++++

Briena moved tirelessly. Her blade flashed and danced, and
her feet were never in one place for long.
Her blade managed to slip past Mhorve's defending blade more and more.
Briena's eyes were blazing, yet at the same time, they were cold
enough as to freeze the very blood that ran through Mhorve's
veins.

She was getting faster.

++++

Mhorve felt his face pouring sweat, and blinked to keep it from getting
into his eyes.
He lunged forward, slashing.
He heard her cry out as his blade slashed her waist.
He grinned, though it was little more than a bearing of clenched teeth.
He lunged again, catching her across the upper thigh.
She didn't cry out that time.
He lunged a third time, and slashed for her throat.

Briena felt searing pain slice across her waist and screamed faintly.
But she kept fighting. She wouldn't let her Village down.
She bit back a scream as he scored her thigh.
She moved to his right.

Then his blade flashed as it arced for her throat...

It was her step back that saved her from death.


++++
His blade drew a line of fiery pain across her throat.
Briena staggered back.

++++
He felt victory rising to enfold him in it's glory.
As she staggered, he let out a scream of triumph, throwing his head back.

Yells from the fallen girl's friends made him look down.

His triumphant scream turned to one of rage.
The thorn of a girl was back on her feet.
++++

Briena gathered all of the strength and rage she had and lunged.
Her blade soared in a smooth, almost lazy arc, through the air
as Mhorve screamed again in rage.

++++
Mhorve felt the cold heat of her blade slice across his throat, and his
scream was cut short.
He stared in disbelief at her even as his vision blurred. As he fell.
He looked up at her, blazing like an Angel in the light,
and mouthed his last, silent words.
Then all was black.
++++
Mhorve fell in a heap at Briena's feet as his throat gushed
bright red blood. His black eyes sought her blue eyes, and he
mouthed.
He had said: "Good-bye, Cousin. I should have killed
you that first day."
Then his eyes dulled.

"I kept my promise." Briena snarled hoarsely.
Then turned away.

~~~~~~

Briena sobbed silently, face in her hands.
She had lost nearly her entire family that day.
She had not known about her grandfather that day, and wouldn't know until she had turned sixteen.

Briena let out a howl of grief, Shifting to her white wolf Form.

(LOOOONG POST!)

[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus shifted his head to look in the diretion of the starshifter's howl of grief. While it was only a mental shriek, his mind practically touched hers so he could sense her grief... That moment was all the vampire took. Slashing wildlym like he would a sythe, he cut across Lunarus' chest armor. The dagger cutting through with ease... then it his the bone guard underneath. The extremely hardened bone was much tougher then the silver blade and the end of the dagger broke off from the main weapon.

(Sorry Sage, had to do it this way.)

Lunarus flashed his eyes back to the vampire and slashed outwards with his right sword, in an arched path. The Vampire lunged backwards, but he had slowed considerably and the blade caught him in the chest, spinning him back and through a tree. Lunarus examined his sword then looked at the Vampire, who was picking himself up.

"A waste of a good opening move... You'll live as well... but from here, the fight is in my favor..."

[Sonusai]

Having spent the past few nights in the tavern, she was well acquainted with a few of the patrons who stayed there. That is why she was startled to see a man she did not remember sitting in one of the seats at the bar. The body was familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. The shadows from the firelight hid his face, until that is, he turned around and spotted her. Standing up, he smiles evilly, and starts to saunter towards her. His green eyes sparkle with madness, and scars lay scattered across his cheek and neck. His blood colored hair lay tied in a messy pony-tail at the base of his neck, held by a brown string. The firelight hits his face, and she remembers where she has seen him before. Clothed in brown hunter's pants, and a black tunic, speckled with blood and other things, he reaches out towards her, a pistol sitting on his hip. "What, Sonu, sweetie, you do not remember me?" His voice is gruff, and his breath smells of cigars.

Her ocean colored eyes widen, and she takes a step back, stuttering, "R...Raphael? But...but...how..." He laughs, a bone chilling sound, head thrown back. Stepping forward, he smiles malevolently, "You thought I would not find thee? That I would not look for thee after thee didst leave?" At this, his smile fades, and his face twists in rage, "You should never have left me! I loved thee! I cared for thee! I tried to protect thee from the outside world. When you disobeyed, I was required to punish thee!"

Sonusai keeps backing up, her ocean colored eyes full of fear. Her olive green skin was very pale with fright. Her long black and green renaissance dress was covered with patches, and her bag by her side. Tripping over a stool behind her, she falls backwards, landing on her backside. He continues towards her, cooing softly, "Do not be afraid, sweet Sonusai. I forgive thee, and I will take thee back home, and everything will be as before." She continues backing up, scooting backwards as fast as she can, hoping, praying, that someone will come to her aide, because she will never go back with him.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena sensed something. It was toward the tavern.
She was up in a flash and speeding out of the Caves. She pelted past the other people and creatures toward the tavern.
Her paws barely touched the ground and she flashed through the forest.

Mere moments later, she burst into the Tavern with a roaring snarl.
She sized up the situation on hand and attacked the man whom advanced on Sonusai.

A hideous roar of rage thundered in her throat as she moved to clamp her jaws on the man's arm.
If her jaws hit, her fangs would snap his arm in half. Her rage gave her more strength.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai gasps as her first husband starts towards her. Suddenly, out of no where, a beautiful white wolf bursts into the tavern. Men and women start screaming. The wolf jumps onto Raphael's arm, and bites into it, hard. He yells, furious. "You stupid animal! How dare you try to stop me!" At this, the majestic creature bites down hard, and Raphael falls down, blood streaming from the stump that was his arm. The white wolf had bitten his arm off. Sonusai gasps, and pales a bit at the site of the blood. She can not bring herself to leave him bleeding, though, and starts to bind his wound. However, out of the corner of her eye, she sees him take out a small dagger, and jumps away in enough time to avoid the blow. Raphael slashes towards her, before falling, unconscious in a pool of his own blood.
Fighting the urge to vomit, she curtsies to the majestic white wolf, before running out the door, fighting her will to keep from bursting into tears.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena dropped the arm and stood up, Shifting to Base Form.
"Are you alright, m'Lady?" She asked gently, looking Sonusai over for injuries.
She found none, and sighed in relief.
Then she glared at the dieing man at her feet.
"You know him?" She asked, her voice cooling as she spoke the last word.

[Aderas]

The man who had been roaming quietly through the underbrush finally made his way to the hill he sought. He peered out from the top of it, spotting combat in the distance, and hearing the faint sounds of a bloody bar-fight in the Tavern even further off. He frowns, disappointed in what had at one time been a peaceful forest, now being a battleground.

However, the value was not lost on this man. Readying his bow, he made his way towards the bar, to see if anyone would require his services.

[Sage Akia]

OOC: Wow, several auto hits and controlling MY character. That was extremely unfair and apparently you have NO patience.

Sage walked into the tavern to see a man lyaing unconcious in a pool of blood. He licked his fangs a bit, now feeling his thirst starting to rise at the sight and smell of the blood. "What happened here?" He said with his usual seductive voice. "Did you girls have a party and not invite me?" He looked down at the man who was now groaning. "If you'd like, I'll 'clean up' this mess."

Inferno got up as shadows flew to him and were absorbed intio his body. All of his wounds were immediately healed. His eyes glowed red as his hair started to spike out and his fangs grew to full length. Inferno's sscythe started to buzz with amazing amounts of energy and soon crackled with red waves of electricity. Inferno held up the remains of the dagger and spoke two ancient words. The blade burst into a thousand small fragments that launched themselves at Lunaris, each of them peircing any armor and lodging themselves into the flesh of his arms and legs. The werewolf would now have to deal with the pain of the silver burning his skin. While the werewolf was in a daze from the spell, Inferno lunged forward and slashed at him with his scythe.

[ThexTwistedxOne]

Kestrel watched in awe as the white mare disappeared from her view, she had never seen such a beautiful creature. "That poor mare... her home must be getting destroyed" She walked back to her dragon, wrapping her arms around his thick neck "You know what Cail... our home is probably destroyed as well..." She slumped down beside him in frustration, it wasn't much where they lived but it was what they both called home. Kestrel felt a burning sensation at the back of her eyes, she had started to cry.
Look at me... 386 years old... and I'm crying like a child, though I'm sure a human would mistake me for 20..
Her tears soon stopped, as she felt Cail's tail stroke the back of her head, a smile slithered to her lips,while she snuggled into her dragon "You are right Cail as long as we have each other we can always build a new home together" Cail snorted and she giggled "What? A man? My dear Cail you have been the only male in my life since the day you were born." She nudged him softly "Besides... if I were to have someone in my life, always remember that nothing can ever break the bonds of Dragon and Rider" she placed a kiss upon his nose and closed her eyes drifting into a deep slumber, hoping that when she awake the battle be over.

[Aderas]

The wanderer had come into another small clearing, where he had sensed another great presence. Upon arriving, he sees a white horse charging off in one direction, and a dragon settled on the ground, which nearly surprised him, if not for his sensing the powerful creature beforehand. He did not sense a malicious presence in it.. though regardless he kept his bow at the ready as he moved ever-so slowly closer.

As he began to come close however, he took note of a second creature next to the dragon, further pressing him to proceed cautiously.

[Hunter_Killer]

(Oh and you're saying I'm over doing it? You guy didn't even get cut! just your armor!)

Lunarus faultered for only a second. The silver in his face was imbedded only slightly... Thanks to 500 years of hardening his bones during the ceremonies, his skin could be cut, but silver could no longer penetrate the bone. He checked his armor and the platinum core apparently missed his body. He brought up his gauntlets and caught the scythe between the hooked spikes made from his bones. He jerked to the side, trying to rip the weapon from his hands.

[ThexTwistedxOne]

It was the sound of her dragons soft hiss that had awaken her "Whats wrong Cail?" she whispered, eyes ajar. Someone must have been near by, her dragon would not hiss for no reason. 'Someone is approaching you say? Stay still... let them think we are sleeping, but be on your guard Kestrel lay quietly, head settled against her dragon, whoever or whatever was approaching she would plan to take by surprise if she felt he or she was a threat. 'No you cant have them for lunch... just let me handle this She had gained enough energy by now to defend herself if thats what it would come down to, but Kestrel felt she had no reason to fear.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai looks up, startled that the wolf woman had followed her. She sighs, her ocean colored eyes haunted, "Yes, I knew him. He is, or rather, was my ex-husband." She looks down, and fingers the scars running along her face and neck, before continuing, "He was not always like this. When we were first betrothed, he was kind, and compassionate, and very sweet." Sonusai stops, and raises her head, tears trailing unnoticed down her cheeks.

[Omio]

(( Edit: To condense, Omio spotted someone talking, and turned away, going elsewhere for now. Sorry for the long post. ))

Omio had been wandering for days - his water supply had been running a bit lower than he expected it to run at this point - and needed to make up for an unexpected loss. He had travelled a total of almost two hundred miles, and he was finally beginning to run low on water. He had more than enough food for his four-hundred-mile trip, but the water was something else. He was going to relocate himself in geography because the area that he was at before was too well-known, and seclusion was the very thing that he reveled in on his spare time; something he had almost too much of.

Then he came upon another stranger - another traveller, but it looked as if the traveller had no business to attend to, and seemd a bit new to the area, and new to travelling, judging from his pace. He then averted direction quietly, and began to wander elsewhere for a bit, knowing he was going to elongate his entire trip by a fewhours because of this, but he didn't mind - he had water for another day, but one day wouldn't be long enough to travel 200 miles; it took him two weeks to get this far, so he needed to restock his water supply; looking for a tavern or village or anything in the middle of the forest was like looking for a snake in the middle of a glacier; possible, but probably the most unlikely thing to happen.

To answer a few questions you might ask, why isn't Omio using a horse? He feels that a horse would suffer from back pains if you sat on it for a few days, riding on it with at least a hundred pounds of supplies on it. He isn't much of a sadist, but if you were a true foe to him, he no longer cares about your health at all. This does extend to other animals; he treats every one of them with respect, mostly relying on vegetables, fruit, and bread for food. Once in a while, if an animal is suffering, and he can feel or see it, he will do euthanasia, and use the body for food, since humans do need meat on occasion for protein, be they a modified human or not.

Omio still had no clue as to where exactly he was heading, but he could use relative distances in his own mind rather easily, so he was able to get back onto his old path when he was done walking a different direction. Other than a large rucksack, Omio was also porting his Tetsui, a rather fancy sword meant for people that liked to use the back of it to move quicker; Omio was quite an elegant swordsman already, having been in the art from the age of twelve, which meant he had sixteen years of practice in the art. As to how exactly he started, that will be left for later.

[Sage Akia]

OOC: Dude, Inferno doesn't wear armor.

As his scythe was pulled he moved with it and did a side kick to mLunaris's ribs. Inferno wore steel bottomed and toed boots, which was the only thing close to armor other than his gauntlets, which could break through most armor if he kicked with enough strength. This fight was really starting to get interesting. Most anyone else would have died against him hours ago, but this guy was almsot as strong as he was. After he had killed the werewolf and taken a tooth or maybe a bone as a trophy for markis and for his pay, He'd have to find more jobs against elders.

[Hunter_Killer]

(ooc: fine, its your clothes... but the point is... Its hard to do an rp if i have to wait for every reaction... If i tried to make your guy walk and talk... THATS character control, but throwing punches and dodges only enhances the fight.)

Lunarus tossed his left sword into the air, its balance perfected to his strength in either mode... As it spun into the air, he grabbed the Vampire's leg, his entire hand wrapping around it easily. With a hard yank he thrust the vamp behind him, his right gauntlet still had the scythe's long stick locked in it.

The scythe broke from the vamps grasp and Lunarus did a shrugged push with his arm and whipped the scythe into an oak tree. As he turned to keep an eye on the vamp, he raised his left hand and caught his swords and spun it into the correct direction in his hand. Fang snarled at the opponent, his rage fueling his strength... Lunarus kept their true powers lock, but he let go of Fang's leash...

[Sage Akia]

Inferno stood back up after being thrown like that. He has really not been expecting that. His scythe faded into drakness as it usually did when it was thrown from his hands. The scythe didn't seem to be the best weapon versus the werewolf, but there was one that was. Inferno reached out with his senses and located what he was looking for. With a single word and a greater loss of energy, he cast his retreiving spell. The sound of a broken window came from the direction of the tavern. The sword Inferno had givin to Sage flew towards them in its black steel sheathe. Inferno put up his hand and caught the sword. He slowly pulled the black blade free of the sheathe and spoke in a voice that sounded like a twenty year old man, but with a cold, bloodthirsty edge to it. "Now things are going to get interesting." He spun the sword around so that it cut through the grass at his feet. As the sword passed through the patch, the life seemed to be sucked out of the grass and it turned brown and died.

[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus watched the blade cut through the grass, speaking the names of all the werewolf gods in a low mutter. Fang howled, listening to Lunarus and keeping his eyes tracked on the edge of the blade. His bone armor was already dead, so he had no worried there... but he had a feeling that it would hurt just a little if that nicked his skin.

He spun bothe blades in his hands again, getting a stronger feel for the swords, their weight and balance. He looked at each sword out of the corner of his eyes and stood in his ready stance. "The first move is yours again... since this is your third new weapon...."

In his mind Lunarus finished the names and released the spell... A thin cover of a silver film covered the swords. To a werewolf though... it looked like the Lunar rainbow had enveloped his blades.... He swung out and cut cleanly through the base of the tee next to him. As the tree rocked backwards and fell, it burst into flames.