Mook's Story

The leaves were falling in Euthrin as Fall came. The air was timid and tension came as a battle was surely to come. Gilraen watched as many of her kind scrambled in the forest to find a safe place. Yet she stayed wanting to join her Queen into the fued.

Gilraen saw many different paranormal creatures appear in the area. She now knew that it was really happening. Sitting on the side she still waited for news to come from the queen. twirling an arrow in her hand..

Gilraen: She finally stood up from sitting when the voice of the Queen echoed Calling forth her troops. Gilraen clinched
Her arrow placing it behind her with the rest of them. Walking to the group of other elves and creatures
They all listened to Ellra give her speech about strength and teamwork, including the fight to which they were
given.

Gilraen: Listened carefully while standing in the crowd. They were told to be prepared and ready for any attacks that may come unexpectedly. Gilraen looked around once the speech was done and met up with a group of other creatures who seemed to be nice.

Gilraen: Surprisingly as she walked up to greet the group they turned away at her prescence. The sight made her take a step back full of hurt. What made her different from those part of the same battle Gilraen was in with them. Slowly she backed away as they talked amongst eachother secretively and made her way into the forest to find some peace.

Gilraen: Made her self distant from the crowded place. She knew her part among them to fight for her kind but it was difficult when she would be neglected. Sitting against a old tree she sighed holding on to her trusty bow. Gilraen always carried it with her wherever she went.

Gilraen: Looked at her hands then at the grass below her. From the distance she could hear yelling of those sharing a speech of motivations. Gilraen knew she was outcasted. Was it because of the way she looked? Her family? what exactly is it. It seemed as if something was being kept away from her to know. Gilraen grunted in annoyance. All she wanted to do was get over with this fued that made no sense.



Midna looked at the sky. She could feel the tension in the air. She smirked. She loved to have a good fight. The demons and vampires had been allied already. Midna was waiting for them.

Hekate walked towards the meeting place. She was ready.If someone would attack, she would rip them into pieces.

Midna saw Hekates group walking closer. She greeted them with a nod. She led them to the other creatures. The number of paranormals was outrageous. More surprisingly none of them were fighting. They had a common task this time.

Hekate walked with Midna and when she noticed Vladimir, she went over to him. "My lord" she said bowing down. The Vampire leader gave her some basic introductions: kill everyone who rises sword against us. Hekate nodded and smiled. Blood was what she needed. She didn't rely on weapons. All she needed was her strength and speed.

Midna glanced around the field. Looked like almost everyone was here. She took her katanas and smiled. This would be a good day.



Mook: From the safety of a shadowy tree, Mook watched the elves flee to their perches. The darkness wrapped around
his finger in anticipation.

Alric paced around the camp as the humans around the camp were clearly preparring for the future war that was to come. Today he wore his full leather armor and an enchanted cloak over his armor. Two blades were sheathed on either hip and a recurve bow was slung next to a quiver over the cloak. He wondered what this day would bring. He didn't want to fight but he would perform his duty for humankind.

Fallon: The fall air seemed colder than usual; it sent chills up Fallon’s arms. There was something coming, and soon. She
stepped out from behind a dying tree, spotting her ally pacing just a few yards from her, and let the vines curling up her arm disappear.

With a well-practised gesture from his fingertip, light fled from Mook. To all but the most attentive onlooker, he was invisible. He moved closer to the Elven sentries, making a mental note of their positions.

Alric moved back a few paces toward Fallon. "I'm thinking about going to scout would you like to join me?" He asked the young woman. The air was cold and he felt this was the eve of war but what choice did they have in this. Clearly everything was being manipulated by the political elite.

Fallon covered her arms with her hands as a breeze whirled around them. She looked up at the man—so much taller than her small little frame. She nearly had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze. “S-sure..” Fallon whispered. Battling was…not her forte. She could fend for herself but harming anyone, including an enemy was difficult. It wasn't in her nature to fight. But what wasn't in her nature didn't matter. She took a timid step towards Alric, hesitating what they were about to do next.

A sentry squinted in Mook's direction. The sentry frowned. Mook took this as a sign to retreat. What would have fooled any human was not enough to confuse fae; besides, he had a fair grasp of the defenses at the Elven borders. He unsummoned his cloak of darkness with a word, and headed back in the direction of the human camp.

Alric looked down to the woman with a smile this was it, it seemed the calm before the storm. "I'll lead the way but be ready incase things go south out there. I'm thinking that we are going to be coming pretty close to the enemy out there. But if we can gain anything on their positions or their strength it could save many human lives". He said with a smile before pulling the cowl of his cloak up over his head.

Fallon: The man’s smile comforted her slightly, and made the task seemed almost welcoming, if that was possible. She walked carefully beside him, her feet barely making a sound. “If you’d like, I’ll wait behind and back you up. The roots trail pretty long, so I can distract them if you’re ambushed.” Alric seemed prepared and ready, and Fallon tried to appear the same, but there was a shaking in her voice and chill up her spine. Her eyes drifted from the ground, to him, to the ground again.

Half-way back to base camp, Mook heard the rustlings of a pursuer. He sped up. As whatever it was increased speed to match, its each movement became louder. Finally, unable to contain his anxiety, Mook turned on a heel. A very large viper raised itself to half his height. What kind of magics made this snake so large?

"It's your choice." Alric said with a smile to the woman before trodding forward. He moved a somewhat of a brisk pace towards into the forest. Suddenly he heard a ruckus ahead and looked forward to see a few forms ahead . "Something is up ahead!" He said to Fallon.

The first thing Mook did was fall over. By luck, the snake had lunged toward his face, so now it recoiled back. Instinct
drew the shadows of the forest toward him. He stood up and the viper shot at his arm. Its jaw clenched shut over what might
have been smoke; Mook used the clone to buy him some time as he virtually cartwheeled backward.

Fallon turned her head towards Alric, and suddenly became tense. She heard noises coming through the forest, something moving. She crouched and hid behind the bushes, crawling further to try to see what had been going on. “Stay here, I’ll go on ahead,” Alric whispered, taking on her plan of action. He crept forward, the closer he came to the sounds the better he could see what was going on. Bringing a hand to one of his weapons, Alric watched as a viper wriggled in front of..Mook. Alric let out a breath of relief, seeing an ally there, and almost laughed at the site. He waved his hand, sending a sign to Fallon that it was okay; well, almost okay. Once the girl reached Alric’s side she gasped and let her power take over, the roots few feet from her rising and grapping the slithering creature away from Mook.

It took Mook a couple seconds to get his bearing. He was so suddenly whisked from danger that he had not a single coherent emotion. A few stray strands of shadows whirled in the air before fading into the light. "Thank you, " he murmured as he composed himself. "It was serendipitous running into you both; if not, I fear I should have been snake food."



Helena did not, normally, deal in fighting. Plenty of her family did. They were werewolves after all, bloodshed was kind of a family occupation. However the most recent child of the lineage was not really the same kind of thing as her more tall, athletic, statuesque kin. Whilst most of them tended to revel in shows of strength she was not exactly the most athletic looking creature, rather short in stature, pale and odd looking, with bright red eyes that hinted toward something not altogether true to her apparent species.
As such, she wasn't really up toward the front with the others to much as firmly instructed to stay somewhat out of the way at the time, sat on a vantage point, watching the assemblage.

Humans paced around the camp, preparing for what was likely going to be a bloodshed tomorrow. There was a mixture of tension and dread in the air among them as they worked efficiently as possible, moving things here and there, tracking how many soldiers they had, and of what kind. They supposedly were going to rely on quite a few magic tricks to help them win, and they didn't need scouts to know that they were going to need all the luck in the world if they wanted to see their families again. Of course, these were all at the will of the nobles and the general public. What was once suppose to be a simple extermination had been quickly growing into a full out world.

However, Jikorin knew that there was no chance in the world they were truly going to survive. So, one had to question exactly what was she even doing there, other than to receive the affection of the humans? After all, soon it would all be a land of carnage, something Jikorin would normally want to avoid. The question answers itself, however. It was the souls of the dead that Jikorin desired. It didn't matter which side won in the end, the victims of war will have been scattered all over the place, their souls only beginning to leave their bodies and haunt the wargrounds. What was a battlefield between humans and vermin was merely a strawberry field to Jikorin.

Though, Jikorin could have fought. Ever since the beginning of the feud, there has been a certain fox gaining a lot of attention, by the name of Kiseki. Apparently, this fox had been uniting the uncivilized populations of Youkai scattered across the land, and through her charisma, had been convincing them to come together and join the fight, as an army against their human oppressors. Rumour had it that this fox was actually some sort of genius, though Jikorin had not witnessed such wit yet. Most of the creatures had simply brushed Kiseki and her Youkai force off, claiming that victory was already assured, and that they would only be a hinderance, but Kiseki had been throwing around claims that she had some 'genius' plans and that without her help, all paranormal creatures were doomed under the human's wrath. Of course, Jikorin had been sought out by many Youkai personally, as somehow this fox had found some way to sniff out the exact location of every single Youkai in the kingdom.

Jikorin wasn't too convinced however. She didn't have so much faith in the rumours surrounding the fox, Kiseki, and to her, it sounded as if she was just making a bunch of baseless claims. Jikorin knew there were only a few clever clanks among Youkai, and they were a select few such as Jikorin herself, so imagined it was probably quite easy to convince them to follow your every word and action. Jikorin even considered the thought that she could do it herself. Jikorin bet that if she met this fox in person (or rather in cat, fox, whatever), she'd find nobody any better than herself.

Jikorin turned her attention to a group of three humans. One of them had returned from scouting, although not entirely without hitch. She was a little curious as to what he had seen, wondering exactly what their opponents forces were going to be like. She had felt the presences of many, but her eyesight had difficulty seeing through the trees. Jikorin ran past them and into a tree (a cat habit) and simply watched them.

Alric walked into camp with Mook and Fallon, after the fight with the snake. "Well that was intersting, Alric chuckled to the others as he glanced around the camp. He had a strange feeling that he was being watched but brushed it aside. It was probablly just some adrenelline from the fight.

Hayden looked up from across the camp to see others return and noticed Fallon, his twin sister. Getting up he walked across the camp. He wore his new armor and his katana was sheathed at his hip. He walked over to stand next to his sister giving her a nod but not saying anything.

Returning home, Mook immediately engaged in his important enterprise. Finding the Master's tent, he entered the structure. He saluted; once at ease, he moved pieces around on the map-table. "You may leave," gave the reply.

His mission thus concluded, Mook sought out his recent saviours. Being as he was familiar with shadow magic -- the most lonesome of pursuits -- it was against his nature to look for camaraderie. The urge even surprised him.

Fallon shook out her hands after helping Mook free from the monster, following right at Alric's heels. Just as she reached the edge of camp with the rest of her allies, her senses instantly picked up her brother's presence. The energies around her were intensified by those she knew well, especially by her twin, whom she shared a more immediate connection with. She felt his distance through the ground and the roots. It was effortless to know where he was for most of the time.

Now, he had closed their distance and positioned himself beside her. Fallon saw his nod and leaned in a bit to whisper. "I think this place needs to lighten up a bit." Releasing a little chuckle, Fallon scanned the camp. At this time of day it was fairly quiet, but the calmness was always interrupted by the ominous feel in the air, hinting at a dreary future. Just then, Fallon caught a small vibration through the ground. As if a reflex, Fallon grabbed her brother's arm. Her voice was still at a whisper when she said, "Do you feel that?" Of course he wouldn't, at least not in the way she could. But his earthy abilities may have caught some scent or feeling or essence of the thing she picked up herself. Fallon craned her neck to look over her shoulder, towards the woods where she could feel the hint of a being nearby.

"There..." Kotomi mumbled to herself as she fastened the strap on her horse's saddle. She patted Abacus, the horse, and then gave the strap one last strong tug to make sure it'd stay put. After doing so, she hopped onto her horse and started her way towards the camp. She gripped the reigns tightly in her hands as she recalled what is to come as she'd arrived to the camp. The thought of a war made her shudder and want to turn back countless times, but not wanting to make such a big deal out of it when there wasn't a need to at the moment, she exhaled deeply and patted her horse once again. For some reason, when she was anxious, afraid, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time, she'd always pat Abacus and say she was 'comforting' her pet if anyone were to ask, although she knew she herself was the one who truly needed the comfort, not the horse. Yet comforting her pet brought her thoughts and nerves to ease.

About an hour had passed, and Kotomi had finally arrived to the camp. She could of gotten there much faster, but she would always take her precious time to get to the camp, resulting in a chance of getting a good scolding since she was still treated like a child, despite the fact she is one. Nevertheless, she still took as much time as she needed, there just wasn't a need to rush in her mind. As she dismounted her horse, she saw in the corner of her eye that Alaric, Mook, and Fallon had just returned from what looked like battling yet another creature. However, Kotomi lost interest fast and continued to devote her attention to her beloved animal.