((OOC: will do the OOC thing for this tomorrow))

Tamesis’s eyes shifted left then right as she crouched low in the bushes, the dark waxy leaves brushing her pale face and neck. She breathed in deeply and slowly, the scent of damp earth and ice air filling her nostrils, she let the breath out slowly, clouding in front of her face.

She slipped forward slowly, finger tips tracing just above the ice laced leaves, the frost melting instantly as her body heat hit it, feet barely moving half a centimetre above the leaf cover, as it cracked beneath her careful tread like tiny bones.

Her white hair was pulled back from her head, falling like water down her back to her waist, her black eyes devoid of all emotion.

She reached behind her back carefully, slowly, in a fluid movement. She could have whipped out the arrow and fired in the blink of an eye, but she enjoyed the anticipation, the slight rattle of the arrows as they jostled behind her back, the feel of her bow in her hands as she took aim. She breathed in, holding her breath in a tight bubble in her chest.

Tamesin’s eyes focused carefully on the spot she’d need to hit. She held the arrow steady as her head popped and banged from lack of breath, as her lungs burnt for air and just before her eyes could loose focus she let the arrow fly, letting her breath out carefully as it thudded into the animals flank, taking it down.

She crept forward slowly, no need to rush. The deer lay dying at her feet, blood dripping from its wound, steaming in the cold air, breathing laboured, eyes rolling in its head as it died.

She crouched down swiftly and pulled the knife across its throat, killing it instantly. She laid the head down gently, hands covered in blood, red and sticky.

She skinned the creature carefully; her knife sharp enough to cut her finger off if she wasn’t careful, she knew because she’d nearly sliced the tip off on her left hand the other day. The tiny cut she’d escaped with hurt like hell fire, but she ignored it as she worked.

The deer’s hide felt soft under her hands, slimy where she had stripped it from the flesh, the tan skin folded back on it’s self as she peeled it back, revealing the flesh beneath.

She ripped out chunks with her bare hands, the blood cooling as it ran down her already bloody arms, slathering her plastered hands in more gore.

Tamesis took a huge bite from a piece of still warm flesh, red lines dripping down from her lips and spattering onto the leaf cover beneath her feet. She swallowed the lump with a large gulp, the crimson liquid helping the meat go down easier.

She was tearing out another piece when a loud squawk caught her attention, her sharp eyes looked up into the beady orbs of a crow, she glanced around and saw a murder of them had settled in the branches, all watching her intently with glassy intelligence, the Queen’s crows.

Lucius stepped out in front of her.

“What do you want?” Tamesis asked, with barely disguised anger and disgust as she ripped off ribbons of flesh with her bare teeth, the crows eyed her hungrily, but didn’t move. Even they feared Tamesis.

Lucius gave her an equally disgusted look back, “Dear gods, your manners have got worse since the last time I saw you.”

Tamesis grinned, showing blood stained teeth and bit of flesh.

“Please, don’t do that, I’ve just eaten.”

Tamesis turned her attention back to the corpse, “Make this fast Lucius,” She muttered, deliberately burying her head in the animal’s innards, still warm and slimy, her covering her with more blood.

Lucius showed no signs of horror at the display, but Tamesis knew him well enough to know he hated it. You didn’t show weakness and live long where they were from, but there was little he could hide from her.

Tamesis’s brother lacked the savagery of his sister, the all out blood lust she felt and the thrill of hunting, but he knew how to speak politely, how to navigate his way threw Court, he had a deadly grace when fighting in mock battles or small arenas for amusement and he knew how to flatter their Queen.

When it came to the crunch it was his stead fast nature and loyalty that had earned him pride of place as the Queens personal guard and assassin, his dark hair and skin, smooth and silky, his bright pale blue eyes alert to any and all danger, but it was his sister that got the most dangerous missions, the true tests of skill, it was a constant thorn in his side.

She carefully regarded the scar on his left cheek, the slightly puckered ridge of badly healed flesh; it matched the scar on her right one. The only time they had physically fought each other, and both had found neither could gain an advantage, it had been a silent agreement that they would not try to directly kill each other again, as it would ultimately lead to them both dying.

Tamesis by contrast to her brother was flighty, never content with being confined. She was the better killer, but there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be the person she had been assigned to protect that she would kill on no more than a whim or to watch how slowly they died.

Tamesis confined herself to the wilderness, only returning when specifically required and usually taken kicking and screaming, clawing her captives, most of who still bore the scars. She licked some of the blood from the ends of her razor sharp nails, remembering the last time.

“You’re needed sister.”

“I know that Lucius, I hear things, even out here,” her eyes glittered madly as her head cocked gently to one side and Lucius had to wonder how they had ever been born together. He thought the shiver that came when looking at that insane stare.



“Then you will also know that I have been assigned to take you back with me.”

“I won’t go willingly brother,” She replied, popping an eye ball out, rolling it back and forth in her finger, before swallowing it whole, he looked slightly ill when she did that. Poor Lucius, always trying to be evil, to fit in with the Dark Court they were born to when they both knew he was soft natured and didn’t have the stomach for some of the bizarre acts preformed there.

Lucius watched the lump go down his sister’s throat and for a moment wished she would choke on the damn thing and die, or better yet that his hands could be the ones to take the life out of her.

Tamesis thought about how different life would have been for her brother in the Light Court. Still if he was ever sent away it would kill him. He’d learnt to thrive in the dark, learnt to thrive in the night, in the same way Tamesis had learnt to shun the dark and live in the light, hunting in the open, instead of hiding in a confined space or cave.

“I’ve not failed before; do you think you’ll be the first?”

Tamesis smiled evilly, but made no reply, she turned her attention back to the mutilated deer.

Lucius snapped his fingers and Tamesis was surrounded by guards, she barely noticed, examining the deer’s intestine, deciding if she should eat it or not…

The guards carried chains and Tamesis laughed, spraying drops of blood from her lips, splattering her brother highly shined leather boots. Everything about him was so damned neat and precise; it made her want to vomit.

“Come now brother, how often has that failed to capture me?”

Usually Tamesis fought until she had done suitable damage to re-establish fear then let some loathsome, cowardly guard that had stayed out of the blood shed grab her and take her back. The knowledge that she could snap his neck easily giving her no small amount of pleasure.



The chains lashed around Tamesis and she instantly started to scream as angry red welts rose all over her skin, flesh bubbling where the metal touched her.



“Its iron, sister. Not enough to kill you, but enough to hurt and make you more pliable,” he watched her with a cold malice she had to admire, it called to her own spirit, reminding her they were twins. It was only know she noticed the gloves the guards wore; she’d not make that mistake again.

“I hate you Lucius,” and he knew she wasn’t lying, he hated her too. They were born to be different, to hate each other, but they also needed each other, that’s why they tolerated each others existence, while secretly wishing they could scratch the other eyes out.



“Take her away, I’ll meet with you later, and do not remove those chains until I expressly give you the order!”

He disappeared, with Tamesis kicking and screaming, cursing him and secretly praising him for being the first to catch her without one man being hurt.

The crows lifted from their branches, but instead of following Lucius to their mistress they landed on Tamesis’ kill, plucking at the flesh and cawing laughter as she was dragged away.

* * *

Tamesis stood before her Queen, still covered in blood, no one had been brave enough to try and wash her, the angry scars on her pale skin already healing, fading to pink in front of the Courts eyes. Her brother stood at their Queens side, face impassive, chains removed before she’d been lead in.

Tamesis’ revenge would have been long and gory if she’d suffered the humiliation of being dragged before their people in chains.

The Dark Queen was beautiful in a deadly way, sitting back in the deepest shadows that seemed to caress her bone white skin, consuming her as though she was just another patch of darkness, it was hypnotic but even Tamesis daren’t look at her too long in case she sore weakness in her eyes or defiance and had her killed.


“I have a mission for you.”

Tamesis said nothing, only kept her head bowed.

“Do you accept it?”

“What is the mission?”

A shocked hush resounded over the Court; no one dared talk back to the Queen.

Lucius stepped forward, drawing his blade, “you will show respect!”

But the Queen held up one very delicate and ghostly hand, he halted immediately, “It is her nature to be disrespectful, the mission, My Chaos,” Tamesis took secret pride her nickname, Chaos wasn’t an insult, just an assessment of her nature, her brother, by contrast as always, was Vine.

Her brother took this to mean that he was constantly by his Queens side, a permanent fixture. Tamesis took this to mean he was slowly choking the life out of their Queen. Either could be true.

Either way having a nickname from your ruler was a mark of respect or humiliation, and Tamesis doubted that Chaos was meant to humiliate her, though it wouldn’t have mattered much if it had, as no one would have ever dared laugh at her.

The Queen ran a spider over her finger, a black widow, the red on it’s back like a blood stain on silk, it ran across her pale fingers and she regarded it with cold fascination, before setting it down and letting it scurry off into the darkness.

“Your aware that the Queen of Light is ill?”

Tamesis remained silent, it wasn’t a question.

“Apparently she’s getting weaker every day…” The Queen was examining her finger nails like the news wasn’t extremely fascinating to her or potentially life changing for her court.

She looked up sharply, her dark eyes flashed suddenly to Tamesis’s own, holding her with a steady stare, her ravens turned their heads to her as well, it was like being watched by that black widow. All those dark beady eyes on you and one bite, one wrong move and you’re dead.

“I think it only best if I send someone from my Court to hers to officially offer my condolences…should the worst happen,” she raised a single arched eye brow at that, as thin as an insects leg. Tamesis didn’t need to ask to know what she meant. That Tamesis was meant to make sure the worst did happen.

She couldn’t ask directly, she couldn’t order her too, but if someone from her Court killed the Queen of Light, there was little she could do about it, especially with someone that was so unpredictable and so loosely associated with her Court.

Tamesis held her Queens stare a moment longer than was strictly polite, a small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, but in the shadows it was hard to distinguish.

“Of course,” the Queen said, her eyes still holding Tamesis’s, her face deathly serious, “if the worst did happen, you would have to leave my Court forever , I couldn’t invite you back, you’d be out cast for the rest of your existence.”

Tamesis knew that was a rare offer, she’d begged to be released from her obligation to the Court, to be rid of the last ties to her brother other than their blood. She’d been refused…until now…

“Do I have your word on that and that you won’t ask someone else to call on me?”

The Queens face remained expressionless, but there was a general intake of breath around the Court, Tamesis had implied a lot with her words, she was on dangerous ground if any of the Queen of Lights spies reported back to her.

The Queen’s eyes glittered with evil and malice, when she spoke her voice was tight, she didn’t like to be bargained with or have her intentions stated so clearly, “You do.”



Tamesis didn’t even have to think, she took on all the hardest, wildest missions, the crazier the better. Everyone knew that killing the Queen of Light would not give the Queen of Darkness resounding power, The Queen of Light would simply be replaced by which ever man or woman took the throne first, but The Queens substitute would be new to the throne and that would give the Dark Court a small freedom for a time.



“I accept…My Queen.”

Lucius leant over to whisper in the Queens ear.

“I know that you dolt!” she shouted, and Tamesis risked a glance at her brother, his face was growing red.

“Do you not think I have not thought this plan out to every aspect? Do you not think I have spent hours making plans! I am your Queen, how dare you point out such a meaningless flaw that I have already considered!” Lucius was on his knees, not fighting back as she punctuated her words with slashes to his flesh, and kicks to his abdomen, her spiked shoes gouging his flesh. Blood bloomed across his back and from his stomach.

It wasn’t her worst punishment, she could easily have crushed his skull and left him to heal slowly, she could have done a million things worse to physically hurt and possibly scar his perfect skin, but she was just trying to humiliate him. Pain wasn’t an issue to their family, but Lucius’s pride was his weakest feature.

Besides, what good would he be to her if he was ugly? She kept him like a pet, he was pretty, he amused her, so she kept him around. He made her look good. Tamesis knew that if she’d not been so wild and prone to killing those with a power over her, she would have been stood on the Queen’s other side, her marks of power, perfect contrasting statues.

The dark may hold all the horrors and deformities that the Light Court wouldn’t take, but they were still beautiful in their own terrifying, twisted way.



Tamesis felt herself willing their Queen to hurt and maim him, the sight of him being hurt was too delicious for words and she only wished it was her inflicting the wounds. Paying him back for capturing her so easily.

She tried to feel shock at that, but nothing came, and she wasn’t really surprised, theirs had been a hateful relationship from the moment they both first drew breath.

Lucius didn’t utter a word, not one sound of pain or discomfort; he retreated back into his own mind as he so often did when he was treated like this by his Queen. To a place where her blows were so soft he barely felt them and then to a place where the blows were no longer his, but someone else.

He felt the other person shake as each blow racked the body, threatening to topple it. He didn’t blame his Queen for punishing him, that was her job, why she existed, but he did blame his sister. He could trace every bad thing in his life to her being born.

The Queen regained her composure, smoothing out her dark skirts that shifted like clouds across the moon around her legs, the sound like the ruffling of her raven’s feathers.

“Obviously, I will not be allowing my Chaos to travel alone. Is there anyone that will travel with her or will My Vine have to accompany his sister?”

The effect of those words was not lost on either twin. Her brother knew this was a sign that his privileged position was slipping, and Tamesis knew it was a punishment from talking back. If they were stuck with each other both were being punished.

Still Tamesis had never realised her brother was falling out of favour to such an extent, but if the Queen was bored with him, there was little he could do to win back her favour.

Tamesis had seen it all coming. In the few times she’d been to the Court, she had seen how her brother dogged the Queens every move. At first the Queen had seemed to find it charming, now she had grown tired of his constant attention, his presence was suffocating her need for a variety of lovers.

Tamesis had no doubt that Lucius was in love with their Queen, but she was no where near as faithful to him as he was to her. Tamesis would never have given anyone that much power over her. It was just another reason she loathed her brother so much.

The only sound was that of the Queen clicking her long nails against the dark wood of her ornate throne, carved with every horror the Dark held. Her slender fingers like bone, glowing eerily in the shadows. A raven ruffled its feather’s behind from on top of her throne.

The seconds ticked away in the heavy silence as the whole room held its breath wondering who would be brave enough to travel with Tamesis the Queens Chaos.

"Dear Queen," Kuma said softly, "I would be honored to accompany Tamesis on her journy." He slipped through the crowd like a ghostly fog, chilled and deadly serious. "I'm quite sure she will find me of some use to her." Kuma stepped up to his Queen's throne, his warriors kimono brushing the floor as he bowed and gently kissed her hand in respect. He was named Kuma or teddy bear because of the small stuffed, blood spattered bear tied in his belt opposite his katana and ninjato swords. "I think you will find that I am worthy enough, not to mention my swordsmanship is more than equal than that of your pet." He said with a nod towards Lucius. Kuma knew the danger of his decision. He awaited to hear the Chaos, and more importantly the Queen speak.

Emerald eyes followed Kuma as he stepped out of the mass crowd in the court. Merideth wondered why excatly one would volunteer for this mission, for any of the Dark followers it was more than likely a death sentence, if the the Light didnt vanquish them the Chaos might simpley for amusement. Her hand moved to her short blond hair and gave it a small ruffle and her gaze moved to the one they called Tamesis, she had heard of the girl before but had never seen her. Everyone who was part of the Dark knew about the greatest assasin of the Dark Court. It was said she lived in the forests. There was certainly a wilderness about her, a savageness. Not just in the blood that had dried on her face and on her hands, but in her eyes. Court was not her place and every single person in the room knew it.

And why should she join her? After all it was a death sentence. But for her.... Merideth stepped forward, edging her way through the crowd until she came to the open space before the Queen. They would see a short girl not over 5ft 2, if even that with short dirty blond hair, tanned skin and green eyes. She wasnt an assasin nor a warrior, but a messenger. Not that they were held in high acclaim here in the darkness . Merideth had no great strenght, but she was small and she was fast. One of the quickest in the court. Ladies joked that they had barely finished their letters when they received their replies if Merideth was on duty. Yes, she was quick and other than that unremarkable the Light wouldnt give her a second glace if they managed to catch her. "If it pleases her Majesty" she spoke in a respectful voice, her head bowed never daring to look into the eyes of darkness. "I shall offer myself to travel with these fellows to ensure your deepest condolences are delivered, should the worst befall the Light."

She held her breath for the answer, truth be told she hated the Dark, she adored the single candle she owned in her small room, her father and mother would sing to her about the Light and its kingdoms with whispered breath. Stories never to be repeated outside her chamber walls. Yes, the Light was what she dreamed of, she would ensure she got to the Light Court her feet would take her there. To others it was a death sentence, to her it could have been her greatest dream come true.

When Sho Minamoto finnaly touched down,he felt the greatest of all gratififcations.Sho simply didn't belive he could feel this good.Now that he had got here,the hard part was over.but first he had to see what he was up against,he reminded himself.Sho began to realize he could make this device out of what was junk on this planet.Leaves and twigs,arrowheads,Deer bones reaking of the large amount of guts still on them.As the days went by,Sho came closer and closer to finishing this device.30 days after he had touched down,he had completed his device.Which,coincedently,was on the same day Tamesis received her mission.The device look like a large pile of refuse and dead,rotting bodies of men and animals alike.But But Sho knew better.

The heap had a large radio transmitter hidden in the heap,Somehow leeching energy from the dead bodies and rotting leaves.Sho acessed his ship's computer,using the heap to locate clusters of energy where people and settlements might be.
What Sho saw blew his mind!
He had never seen energy arranged like this!
He saw 2 large energy sources,each one enmanting from one person each,at different ends of this planet!
And A great many medium sources clustered around both of those,almost as if they were having a council!that was very outdated.
And a great sea of energy between the two!
well.....he had his work cut out for him.
"But I still have the element of surprise"Sho thought"I mean,after all if they are using such a zetta outdated goverment,than they can't be very bright or advanced!"

"Yes..."Sho said"I think theese 000s will be very easy to conquer!"
He was woefully wrong.