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When it comes to stories of good and evil there are always two sides, and obviously they are going to be light and dark... it always is in these kinds of things.

In this particular story those of Light are led by the Pure Tiger Goddess. She teaches her followers to help those less fortunate than themselves, and to always follow the truthful path. She is adored by her followers, all who are prepared to die for her in battle.

Darkness is ruled by Ebony Dragon God. He's a tyrant, demanding power and order using pain and torture to get his way. He has a band of loyal followers who would also give their lives for him, though he is more willing to sacrifice his people for his life – unlike White Tigress.

Both fight in an endless war, their followers being the ones who suffer the most in these times. While Darkness is trying to overthrow Light and rule the lands, Light is trying to maintain the balance – knowing that if either one of them were to perish, then chaos would reign.
Those who fight for their gods are not normal humans, these are fantasy creatures who were here long before these mundane humans. Even though they do not use the technology that the humans have, they have mystical powers given to them, bestowed by their gods for certain purposes. No humans are given these gifts, as they do not deserve them.

The humans decided that they needed to protect themselves from both light and dark. And seeing as the Gods weren't going to waste their time giving them supernatural gifts, with their smart brains, they decided that they were going to take them for themselves.
Using orphans and people that nobody would notice going missing, the humans bred their own hybrids, who held some of the DNA from the super-naturals, gaining the power with it.
These hybrids were trained to hate anyone that was not human, and kill everything that was not either a hybrids or human.

So that makes three sides, whoever wins will plunge the world into chaos. Is there going to be peace among these people? Can the world be saved? Is the fight going to end with one ruler, or is this war just going to continue for many years to come?

That's for you to decide.
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Okay, so the basic plot is:

Light vs Dark.
White Tigress vs Ebony Dragon

Those in this war are supernatural beings, vampires, werewolves, elves... whatever your imagination can think of. These people have a maximum of two powers bestowed on them by their god.
Humans are not bestowed with any power at all, the Gods thought them unworthy after they stole supernaturals' powers to protect their own. Human hybrids only picked up one of the powers from supernaturals. Hybrids fight any supernatural that comes along, well, that's what they're supposed to do anyway.

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Characters playable:

Dragon God: Sorentier
Dragon Followers:
- Waste.
- WolfofValor
- Adrian Shadoan
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Tiger Godess: Waste.
Tiger Followers:
- Valor.
- Ryosuka T
- Silent Butterflies
- FramingShelby:]
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Hybrids:
- Valor
- Lycos
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Humans:
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"What are you doing?!" The voice of a male cried, both arms raised to block a strong kick to the chest, the clatter of boot against his metal gauntlet ringing loud and clear. Light coloured eyes widened slightly as he saw another attack coming, having to activate his speed power to nip back out of the way. He didn't dare touch his attacker, knowing that it was frowned upon by Lady Tigress to hurt a human, even if they were hybrids. The hybrids were only victims of human selfishness, and so they were not to be harmed either.

"I'm protecting my home and people!" The girl cried in return, swinging the silver rod she held round to the side, trying to smash it into the Neko's ribs, though he was just too damn fast!
"I'm not going to do anything to you humans!" Talan tried to get this through the girl's head many times during their little battle, but for some reason she just didn't believe him. He kept dodging out of the way of Kianne's attacks, frustrating the girl more and more as she was finding it hard to land a hit - though it was strange how the neko didn't even attempt to fight back.

"Why don't you attack?!" She hissed, pausing for a moment, speaking through panted breaths as she shifted some of the black and blonde strandes of hair from her eyes. She looked over the Neko, noticing his casual look, eventhough he was a warrior for the Tigress. He wore no armor, nothing to protect himself from harm, just a white sleeveless button-up shirt, and pair of black trousers tucked into his boots, metal gauntlet on one hand and sword on his back.
She wore some armor, metal plates on her left shoulder and right hip, a black corset on her torso, a lacey sleeve on her right arm, fitted black shorts and knee high lace up boots. She looked so much more like a warrior than he did.

"Because I have no problem with you! Humans are not our enemies!" Talan replied, blocking another hit from the silver rod. He was going to have to do something to this girl so that he could get away, but without hurting her at all. Hurting her now would've only made him a hypocrite.

Eyes stared upon the horizon, watching every blade of grass that blew with the wind. The sea of green as some of the more peaceful men would call it. If Destruction and Corruption was the destiny for this world, then why must it be created with the slightest care in evey grain of dirt. Though if Peace and Harmony was truelly to occur, then why is it that even animals fight. How must a flower live in such a world if all its kindness is given to the grass. To not steal food, then even the plants would wither. As the breeze blows, more life is spread. As long as these debates continue on what is right or wrong, then all that will ever come is more suffering. Even for those who just try to bring it together in a unity.

It sounded like a dull blade being sheathed as the spear was driven into the ground, cutting away at the face of earth below. " If this is how it is to end, then may be it." Riyokoshi watched as the ground around his weapon burned. The grass slowly crumbled into a black ash to be carried off by the wind. " If you are a god, then why allow this to continue Lady Tigress?" Speaking openly, for only the empty plains to hear. " If you partake in this, then none of your good may show through." His hand pushed forward on the spear, digging out the earth with it, and taking it into his hand. " The time of beauty, has come to an end."

So Riyokoshi continued his path that has not fully been determined. In this world, it was once sayed, rather if it were but a drunk in the tavern, or a common soothesayer speaking out of terms, or maybe a prophet that came to mortality long ago. That once upon a time, gods ruled together, knowing the fact that evil and good must come forward to create a new generation of purity. For if all there was is good, then no new generation would come, no need for advancement, or for unity. For evil, the world we be to drunk in sorrow to carry on with its own mistake of a life. Though knowing these words, Riyokoshi sticks firmly to the beleifs, that the only way for greater good, is to create greater evil.

A man shrouded in a cloak pushed his way through the crowd, looking back every few seconds to see if he was still being followed. Originally there was two of them, but the other met his fate to their pursuer. He entered a dark alleyway and opened a door to a large building, climbing the stairs all the way to the roof. He ran to the edge and looked across to the next roof over which appeared to be a few hundred feet. The door to the roof opened and from it appeared a man dressed in a black silk kimono with silver markings of flowers covering it. The inside was a deep red with gold linings covering the edges on both the inside and outside. The shrouded man looked into the dark gray eyes of the man as his long black hair pushed against his face. "Who are you?!" asked the shrouded man. The man laughed and held up his right hand which was wrapped in a black cloth of the same material as the kimono. "You people know me as Reaper, but I prefer Inazuma. Its a pleasure to meet you." The shrouded man removed his hood and grinned. "So your a hybrid I take it?" He took a running start at the ledge and jumped to the next roof, clearing the hundred foot jump with ease. Inazuma ran to the ledge and watched the man as he took off down the rooftop to the next one. "Wasn't expecting that."

Inazuma worked his way off the building and pursued the man on foot from the streets. He took several short-cuts through shops and businesses to try to keep up. The gaps between the buildings helped him keep sight of the target, but eventually he didn't see it jump to the next building. He made his way up to the roof and found it was covered in areas that would give ample hiding. He moved through the obstructions and kept a sharp eye out. The shrouded man watched Inazuma, moving along with him to avoid being seen. He came up in front of Inazuma with a dagger drawn and pressed up against the wall directly in front of him. "Time to die, pretty boy." He counted the steps as Inazuma drew closer and then moved from behind the wall thrusting his dagger into nothing. After searching around a moment he started to hear a humming noise and the feeling of someone behind him. He turned and found the palm of a hand to be the only thing he could see. Inazuma sent an electrical burst from his hand and into the brain of the shrouded man, destroying it. Inazuma dropped the shrouded man and searched his pockets for anything of use. "Huh, its a shape shifter. Obviously more for recon than combat, and a low rank. If it took me this long to find a weakling like this, maybe I need to start training again."

Tigress sat upon her silver throne like chair, tapping her hand against its arm as she waited impatiently. The walls of her castle rose around her, but wind still circulated as her frustration grew. It tugged at strands of her fur making it ripple over her slender body. She wore a simple cape attached around her shoulders with a white gold chain, bangles of the same precious metal adorned her wrists and ankles. Her long staff rested against the throne, one hand resting on it gently, the familiar feel of it calmed her a little. She was about to call for her Mirror of Sight when a young man came into the room, his dark head held high, arching white wings spreading from his back. Tigress sighed in relief as she stood, lifting her staff with her so she could hold it tightly.

"Grace." she greeted him with his name and he bowed low when he stopped before her, raising respectfully he waited for her to speak first. "Was anyone hurt?" that was her first concern, she had to know if any of the party she had sent out had been harmed on their mission, thankfully Grace shook his head.

"One man was injured, but it is not fatal." he promised.

The Lady Tigress sat back down, a faint smile tugging at the edge of her mouth. "And what did you find out?"

At that Grace dropped to one knee, clapping a hand across his chest he bowed his head, tucking his wings in tightly he addressed her. "My Lady Tigress I offer you my sincerest of apologies, but our mission was unsuccessful, Your God of Darkness was too quick to hide his plans from us and managed to drive us back. We tried our hardest My Lady, please trust that as your knights we tried."

Tigress bowed her head to him, "Rise," she motioned "I trust in you Grace, please stand before me now and accept my gratitude, you tried and I can ask no more of you."

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She was standing face to face with a stranger, a pretty girl with white blonde hair that fell in layers to her shoulders, not streaked with dirt or grime. Bright blue eyes shone out from beneath her fringe and she could see the brilliance of her unblemished pale skin and full lips, painted deep purple. The stranger was dainty, with short shorts and a tight strap top, she'd been told that looks got you what you wanted in this world, so she had enhanced hers. Something that Will would never have done, but this stranger in the mirror had drawn a swirling dark purple pattern beneath her left eye and outlined their blue depths in black. She was cleaner, prettier, and for some reason that brought out the glitter in her delicate pink wings. Will strapped her gauntlets around her waist and slung her bow onto her back, the weapons added danger to her appearance.

When she was happy that she looked distastefully good hearted she slipped out of the small house she was renting in a Light town, that her master wanted to destroy fairly soon, and began padding down the cobbled streets. She'd been to the smog infested human cities, and decided that she preferred them to the pretty little streets of this town. She peered around, trying to find somewhere to socialise (ick) so she could befriend a creature of the light (double ick) after a while she slipped into a small friendly looking bar and made her way to the counter where she ordered a simple glass of water. The bar tender seemed to like what he saw sitting on the stool, and she wished she could tear his head off, but that would probably give her away...

Rhun slipped through the door of the tavern by Willow's foot, as their master's right hand he was in charge of taking part in bringing her up by hand for the last 10 years. Once the door shut with a clank he manifested in the corner of the room taking a deep breath and his eyes met Willow; he was always watching her for mistakes, he muttered to himself as he did so. He didn't believe that she had what it took to be a servant, he had convinced himself she was too soft, yet to broad. In order to do what they did, they had to make themselves presentable at most times; but for himself he had been around too long, reconized by too many, yet he thought Tigress is weak he feared that she would have some reconisation of him even though they had never actually met. He picked up on the water that she asked for along with the look she gave the people in the room, especially the bartender.

Rhun made his way to her, taking her by the shirt he yanked her around to face him. "Damn you Willow!" He growled. "Do you know nothing of the Human Culture? You're already cursed to be so much like them, but you still know nothing of these fools!" He let her go, and with the back of his left hand, he hit the glass so that it fell from the counter and smashed on the floor. His right hand let go of her shirt, he faced her again and gave her a stern look, speaking to her barely higher than a whisper, "You dropped it, get an ale. Don't give the people the feeling that you want to kill them, I saw the way you looked at that bartender once his back was turned, do not take risks!"

With that he backed away from her a couple of steps. "Pay attention to all small details. Do not make a fool of yourself like you've done so many times before!" He sincerely disliked her, although the master seemed to see potential in her; he saw none. He was heartless, and he wanted to make sure she was as heartless and misserable as him; it made him feel good inside. The worst part of it is that he had to look after her in the shadows while she did her duties. He slipped back into the corner of the room, watching her almost like he was waiting for an excuse to be angry at her again. He settled in a seat, watching both her and the door of the Tavern; times were so much different than they used to be.

Will wasn't shocked when Rhun appear, he growled at her and shot a few spiteful words but she was used to it. She watched calmly as he smashed the glass, ordered her to get an ale, instructing her on 'humans' when there were no humans about. The only thing she said was "Will." as she corrected him on her name, she hated Willow, and she was sure the her Master knew that she would when he named her that. She rolled her eyes as Rhun slipped away and found the bartender watching her a little curiously, he asked if she'd like another drink, why yes she did. "Water please, I'm so sorry about the last one." she said pleasantly, keeping one speck of Rhun's advice and staying sweet and girly. She brushed a delicate hand through her straight hair and it glittered where she'd strung glitter through it.

Will sipped her water when it had been placed in front of her, wondering if someone grabbing and hissing out her would keep her inconspicuous. She thought about bringing that to Rhun's attention but decided against it, he would listen to nothing she said. She was thinking about leaving the tavern when she heard rain tapping against the roof. She found it strange that she cared a little about her appearance, this life was changing her, before she would have thought rain, yuk that's going to ruin my weapons. Now it was more like, rain yuk that's going to ruin my hair. She smirked into her glass of water, if only Rhun knew about that one.

Talan scowled as this hybrid just wouldn't get off his case. He'd finished his mission, and now wanted to return to the village he was staying in at the time, but this girl wouldn't let him leave! She was really starting to get on his nerves. They weren't allowed to kill the hybrids, but nothing was said about knocking them out... it was more humane than killing... right?
"I'm sorry," Talan said as she made another attack, grabbing onto the fist she'd thrown his way, returning the favour with his own fist to her stomach. It was enough force to knock the wind out of her, the girl blacking out and falling into his arms.

"If only this would happen more often, but not with a hybrid..." Talan sighed, girls did not fall into his arms like that all the time. He gently set the girl down on the grassy feild they'd been fighting on. They weren't so out of the human city that nobody would find her, though if nobody did pick her up, she'd be able to find her way back no problem when she woke up.

Laying her weapon beside her, Talan sighed lightly with relief that this mess was over for now. Someone else would only have to deal with her later on another mission - hopefully it wouldn't be him again.
He stepped away, looking around for a few moments as he caught his breath, pulling out a small whistle from one of his many pockets. Blowing on the whistle made no sound, though Talan knew that there would be a reaction somewhere.

He waited a few moments, before he could spot a figure bounding towards him on all fours. Talan grinned at the sight of the beast running towards him, an overly large lioness, tan fur glistening in the last few rays of sunshine for today.
"Hero!" He called for his steed, having raised the big cat since she was a cub, earning her trust over the years enough for him to ride her.
The great lionness skidded to a halt infront of him, huffing a little, but still content enough for Talan to give Hero a hug before clambering onto her back. "Let's go back now," He said, gently turning her round so that they could ride back to the village that they'd been staying in for a while. The great lioness began her run back towards the forest in which the Light Village lied, great strides covering great distance in a short amount of time - without need for Talan's help in speed.

The neko hissed as it began to rain. Eventhough he controlled ice, he still had a strong dislike for water in any form, and so rain was not exactly his best friend. They were not too far from the village though, and so they kept strong, Talan getting more and more agitated as the rain continued to drench him, making him look more like a drowned rat rather than any neko warrior.
When they reached the village, Talan literally leapt off of Hero's back, heading towards the Tavern, now in need of a drink. He turned to his steed,
"Find somewhere dry to stay before you get ill!" He said, petting the nose of the beast and watching her go before rushing inside the tavern.

Looks like he was the only one to get caught out in the rain, which could only annoy Talan that little more.
He wandered towards the bar, shaking his head lightly, droplets of water flying all over the place and making people a little wet - but he didn't care. If he could get drenched, they could get a few drops on them and survive quite happily.
"The usual," He replied as the bartender asked what he'd like. He'd been here enough times for his regular drink to be known. He watched as the barkeep first gave a girl around his age a glass of water, before serving him up a large mug full of warm milk. It probably looked strange, but it was what made him happy after a long day of doing a mission.

Rhun glared at Willow as he sat back down in his chair. He was tempted to get back up and go knock her aside the head, but that would be too bad of manners. Then again, he has told his master that he wishes not to be the one with the task of watching out for his 'secret weapon' so why should he be here? He turned his head to face the right as a spray of water seemed to land over the whole right side of his body. He took a dark blue hankerchief from his pocket and whiped his face with it before folding it and placing it back in his pocket, acting like a gentlemen; he always veiwed himself as one.

His eyes caught the man that had shaken the water off himself; as usual Rhun had gone un-noticed. He could sit there and stare a whole through the man's head for an hour before anyone notices he's there--oh how is power to cloak himself in times such as these come in handy. He sat there and muttered to himself in monotone for the longest time, not taking his eyes of the man. He did not know this man; not by name at least, although he has caught a glimps of him around before perhaps? Maybe that was someone else? Rhun squinted his eyes as another log was added to the large, victorian fire place the the inn had; it provided warmth but was more for show. With one eye half squinted it almost looked like he was firing an imaginary gun, and his eyes glistened to the fire sparkling a few tables infront of him.

No longer angry, but curious Rhun was. Although soon his attention that he was focusing on the man was broken when a rather drunk man tripped over himself heading back to his table, and Rhun smirked as his friends jumped up to help the man up.

Inazuma exited the building and looked down the street as the crowd slowly got smaller with the rain starting to sprinkle. He proceeded to walk down the street to an abandoned building near the edge of town. He walked inside and immediately turned to a bag that was behind a small stack of wood. He changed from his kimono into more casual relaxing clothing. He wore a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans with sneakers. He untied his long black hair and left the building, carrying the bag that had his kimono and swords in it. Inazuma didn't mind walking in the rain since he felt safest in it. He wore a long black hooded coat to shield himself from it and rain allowed him to pass unnoticed. Once outside of town he started to walk along the road and looked out across the fields.

After a short time of walking he spotted a figure in the grass. It was hard to make out, but it looked to be the shape of a person. He debated whether or not to walk over and see what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to walk into the field, pulling out his wired short sword just in case. The weapon was designed as more of a large throwing dagger that happened to be attached to a long conductive wire. When it hits its target, Inazuma can send a pulse from the wire to the sword, shocking his opponent. When he arrived he saw that the figure was a young girl. "Female, likely age is between fifteen and seventeen. Well equipped, seems vaguely familiar, but I don't know from where. Could be a supernatural or even a hybrid, too early to tell." He hadn't ever come in contact with any other hybrids so being able to tell them apart from supernaturals wasn't in his forte. "Appears to be unconscious, likely was involved in a fight. It's still breathing so I doubt it fought a dark or a hybrid. So, its either a hybrid or a dark then." He put down his bag and moved his hand behind his body just so the wired sword was out of view. He lightly kicked the girls leg, "Hey, time to wake up"

Will slit her eyes to the side when a neko sat down, he'd sprayed her a little water and judging from his appearance it was a good choice for her to have not gone outside. He looked a little worn but he was most certainly a creature of light, simply because he wasn't killing anyone. He also had weapons, could be possible that he was a knight of the Tigress? Maybe she could find out, her mission was simple, find the Tigress and kill her, surely if she wanted to enrol as a knight of the Tigress she would be able to meet the goddess. She sipped her water as the neko ordered his 'usual' so he was local, perhaps he had been assigned to protect this city? She wondered briefly how people met each other these days, did they just go up and say hi? She wondered how suspicious she would be if she just did that. In the end she settled for something a little simpler, she played the damsel in distress, her masters favoured part for her. She looked to the neko, peering up at him through long lashes, "Sorry but, You are from around here aren't you?" she asked nervously, then glanced around, "I would have asked someone else, but." she bit her lip, "I don't know, they all seem a bit too, you know..." the other people in the pub were all a bit strange or imposing. She dropped her gaze. "I just need help, and there was no one else to... you seemed like the best person, you know." she bit her lower lip again and waited.

The next thing that Nym felt, was a dig in her leg. It wasn't exactly a painful hit, but it was enough to wake the nerves.
"Hey, time to wake up."

Her brow furrowed as she forced her heavy eyelids to rise and open her eyes, a quiet whine escaping her. She forced herself up to at least sit up, her eyes narrowing as she looked up at the figure that had woken her. It definetly wasn't the person she'd been fighting with before now, though the figure did look rather familiar.
"Thanks," She said to the male, heaving herself to her feet, "Who knows how long I would've been like that if someone didn't wake me up..."
She took her silver rod from the ground, using it as a kind of leaning post as she looked up at him again, "Not many would help out another these days."

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Talan's gaze wandered to the fairy that started to talk to him, his brow raising slightly as he took a sip from his overly large mug. His feline ears twitched a couple of times as she seemed to be hinting that she wanted his help. He looked over his shoulder as the door opened for others that he recognised to be Light beings just by their presence, having learnt how to recognise that feeling after some time of joining the fight.
"I look the most trustworthy, you mean?" He asked as he turned his gaze back towards the girl, brow still risen slightly, though a smirk arose on his face. "Surprising," He muttered, before looking at the girl again, "So what's the issue."
He couldn't turn a pretty face down.

Inazuma smiled and gripped his sword tighter. Not recognizing me as a hybrid, a front? maybe. "I'm sure someone would have come along eventually." He was deciding whether or not he should just ask the question right out or simply leave. He had already taken care of two dark's inside the town and was almost positive that they were the only ones there, but the possibility of a third wasn't improbable. He tucked his sword underneath his coat and moved his right hand within view. Inazuma removed his hood and lifted his bag up, throwing it over his left shoulder. "My name is Dean. May I ask why your out in a field with it raining like this?"

Rhun's eyes flickered slightly when he saw an elf enter the bar. He hated elves with a passion, those creatures are a dying race--and the most questionable of the races. He couldn't trust one with a jar of dirt, nor could he have the slightest hint of what they were thinking. Naturally they were creatures of the light, the same light he despised. Although they give the benefit of the doubt; or so he's heard--so maybe he will give this one a try and question her about that strange man, leech off some information before he tries to get rid of her, in fear that if too many creatures of the light show up he will be found. Even worse, Willow is found and the Master is upset with him which puts him to fault of the entire failure of the mission.

Rhun slips over to a bartender, taking a glass of wine before returning to his seat. His footsteps were as quiet as a cat and he remained quiet for good reason, once his wine was set on the table he turned to a black mist, staying low to the floor and manifesting back into the form of a human across from the younge elf while she was looking out the window next to her. If he were to question her and try to take any attention she had off Willow and the man he had to do it in any way possible; even if it made the other being uncomfortable, perhaps at best he could run them off.

"Hello," He said, speaking in a quiet tone. He wore a white button up shirt with frilled long sleeves, the shirt was faded slightly yellow instead of a solid white. Over that he wore a dark purple vest, it was such a dark purple that you might as well call it black; his pants were the same only they were more elegant, as were his black cuffless boots which had the red trim at the toes and up the heels.

He lifted his wine glass to his lips and took a smal sip before setting it back, confused at trying to tell what she was thinking. "I do not see you around...these parts. I question all the folks around this area--it's...almost like a job." He said quietly, speaking very propper; some may call it overly propper. "That strange younge fellow over there--always seems a bit jumpy; and for my own sake--so I can sleep easily tonight....if you'd be so kind; tell my lady, what do you know about him?"

"So what's the issue."
Will offered him a nervous smile, working her lower lip with her teeth. She had taken acting classes, this shit was easy. "It's my... my brother." she glanced around as if she was afraid they were being over heard. "I came to this city with him, we arrived about two days ago and he went out the other night and he didn't come back." she took a deep breath, her hand clutching at her glass. "And I... I know it's only been a day or so but I love my brother very much, and I can't look for him because I... I don't know where to start." she pleaded with him with her dark blue eyes. "You look like a knight, so I thought you help people... like me?"

Kianne looked up curiously as this Dean mentioned that it was raining,
"So it is..." She murmered, having not noticed this previously - waking up wet probably didn't make her aware of the falling rain. Sighing lightly, she shook her head, dripping wet hair throwing more water all over the place, though it was useless as she was only soaked more a few moments later. She held her rod behind her back with both hands, still gazing around the feild for any sight of that cowardly neko.
"I was fighting a Light being," She huffed, "Cowards could never finish a job properly."
She eyed the older looking male once again,
"You don't look like Dean, y'know..."

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Talan continued to glug greedily at the mug of warm milk as she explained her story, sighing lightly as he finished and let the mug sit on the bar, wiping away the milky-moustache from his upper lip with his sleeve. He grinned as she said that he looked like a knight,
"Charming," He commented, "Unfortunately, I bare no mark of a knight on me yet."
He thought it over, whether it was worth his time in helping the girl. It would seem rather harsh to just abandon her while she looked like she was really in need. But Lady Tigress would soon have another mission for him, no doubt, and so he needed to rest and prepare. He didn't exactly understand how a fairy could go missing in a village of mainly Light beings, though it wasn't impossible for something to happen.
"I'm not from around here either," He added, not wanting the girl to get her hopes up too much. Looking at her pretty little face didn't exactly make his decision any easier. "I guess I can't let a little girl down though," He decided, "I'll need a little more info though, appearance, reason for going out the other night, who you knew in the town... y'know... the usual stuff."

Inazuma's eyes widened at the mention of a light being. His smile and unassuming eyes quickly turned cold in appearance. "I get that a lot." He wasn't keeping his false persona any more as he dropped the bag and calmly surveyed the area for anything hiding in the grass. Openly admits to fighting a light being, but has yet to attack.He took a slight sigh and pushed his hair out of his face. "So, I take it your not normal. A hybrid maybe, or just someone who doesn't know what they are getting into. But, you lost so maybe your still a hybrid and don't know what your getting into. Either possibility is irrelevant. Your not a light or dark being so there is no reason to be cautious. My name is Ahndrey Inazuma." Inazuma normally doesn't associate with others besides those he is about to fight or kill so his more casual communication skills are a tad rusty. He looked as far off as he could see. It was clear he was too late and the light being was long gone. "What species was it and why did you lose?" To Inazuma asking why someone lost seemed like a perfectly reasonable question, if not a bit rude.

Riyokoshi looked down upon a town, sure enough humans were one of his least favorite species. They relied to much on technology, letting it thrive and control their lives. Such ill manered weaponry that they created, even those had flaw in battle constantly jamming or not working correctly. Their brains are so weak they do not even see that Tigress is trying to help them. "Neglectful fools, making enemies of both gods." In his eyes, laid an unhonorable race, one that experimented on eachother just to make their own chances of survival higher. Killing the warriors that have been swarn to protect them, and then mixing it with a human to create a souless being. They tried to act as if them themselves are gods in this world.

Allies walked among the people of this town, as well as the enemies that have been known as light. This entire area was just a battlefeild waiting to occur. The people are just going to be decorations amongst many on this land. At least sometimes they knew when to keep harmony.

Again, Riyokoshi pushed his spear into the ground, letting it remain beside him freely. Out of a small pouch , tucked under the left leg of his armor, he pulled out a black flute. " Now we must wait my old friend, we must wait for the near future." The buildings may as well of been torched to a crisp in his view, nothing of this place was worth the grounds they disgraced. He began to play a light melody on the flute, allowing it to flow through out the town. He knew it would at least warn his friends of darkness, or maybe even some of the light, that he is near.