Hyrule (Main)

[The Master]

As Valkin was finishing with the manual decapitation of one of the beasts he notices that several new enemies had entered the field. HUMAN enemies.

Valkin dropped the head of his past enemy, now ignoring the foul things as three of the guards rushed him from the front. These men were either very brave or very, VERY stupid.

The first of the men reached Valkin at a speed that surprised him, the mans reaction however did not. With a large swinging motion the man attempted to cleave the right side of valikins head. Valkin simply raised his fully armored right arm, deflecting the blow, a look of shock came across the troops face. That single moment of hesitation was all that he needed, with a strong motion Valkin grabbed the wrist of the attacking soldier, pulling him in closer.
The small man tried to free himself but it was to no avail, his arm was trapped, and with a single motion Valkin brought his hammer around to collide with the mans left temple. The dead body slumped to the floor, its skull destroyed.

As valkin looked up from his newest conquest he saw the remaining charging guards, now leaping so as to try and get an aerial advantage. This was a mistake.
As the men attempted to come down upon him, Valkin re- hung his hammer to his belt and cast out both arms, hands and fingers spread wide. In an instant massive arks of blood red lightning spewed forth from his palms and fingers, catching the men in mid-air in a net of screaming agony.

For what seemed to be an eternity Valkin kept the men suspended in the air, howling in furious pain as a ghastly grin spread across his face. Then with a throwing motion of his arms Valkin hurled the men through the air. When they landed at links feet they were no longer men, but indescribable masses of charred flash blackened skin and bent done.

Valkin returned to his relaxed standing pose and looked link directly in the eyes. A cold chill ran through the streets at the sociopathic tone of Valkins next word.
"Next."

[graydove]

Isaac stood outside of Hyrule Castle, he was motionless, pondering his next move. Normally, he would avoid such a congregation of energies as the one inside those castle walls. However, as of late, he had been driven to the point of desperation.

He peeled a sheet of paper from his left forearm, and stared at it a few seconds before wadding it up and throwing it to the ground.

"You don't have much longer, another year at most" came the voice of Malak, one of the previous owners of the Black Grimoire.

He wanted to avoid his fate, but to do so, he had to absorb a large amount of negative energy. An amount larger than any of his 500 predicessors before him had managed to aquire. But he felt, that the secrete to his salvation lied withing those castle walls

However, there was no need to rush things, obviously there were several things going on in there at once, no need for him to barge in and add to the confusion. So he decided to wait for the prime time to make his appearance.

[Kismet]

Iskra took the pieces of paper from Crow and looked them over, not bothering to memorize their faces. They both looked like they’d stick out in a crowd. “If I’m representing the brains of our little group, then I suggest you allow me to round this one up.” She said, pointing to the hulking goliath. “Your presence wouldn’t be appreciated in Castle Town, and we don’t need extra attention.” She slid the second scrap of paper back to Crow, then looked pointedly at Kaimu. “I’ll take this one with me. Think you handle finding the machina your own, Prescient?” Translation: I don’t trust the newcomer, he stays with me.

Reaching inside her mouth, Iskra absentmindedly removed one of her rear molars. A fake tooth, of course, but nonetheless, one didn’t just pop a tooth out without getting some strange looks. Smiling, she wiped it off on her uniform, then placed it on the table in front of Crow. “There’s a radio transmitter inside that. Use it to get in contact with me if you need to.” She pointed to her jaw, right below her ear. “The vibrations caused by your voice will travel directly from my jaw bone into my inner ear; no one else will here you.”

[serraskai]

[Iskra, Ezekiel, Kaimu, Angel V.4]
[Small tavern, Hyrule]

"A fine proposition indeed." Ezekiel said calmly. gingerly retrieving the tooth from his partner, he grasped it firmly as he looked it over, examining it. Satisfied, he turned back to the pair.

"When you find that man, and persuade him to join us, have him take you to his lair and set up base there. I will contact you" he held up the tooth, to emphasize his point "And we will meet up again." With a smile, Ezekiel turned and began to stride out of the bar, his swirling gray cloak creating a ghastly sort of winged appearance in his silhouette.

"Oh, and do be careful. The various creatures of the world won't take kindly to your presence any longer, and I meant every word I said about them."

[Millica Loise Kerensky]
[Gerudo Desert, outside the Arbiter's grounds]

Without a second though, Millica rammed her weapon into the sheer face of the Arbiter's grounds. Using it as a climbing tool, she had already made it up quite fare, with only Tektites and the occasional wurm to harass her, but they dared not approach her, lest they damage the wall. It was like they were afraid of this place, and that was a plus in her book.

Reaching an opening, Millica rolled over the railing and onto the stair they shielded. Nothing was tall or brave enough to reach her here, and she had managed to retain the foresight enough to bring her food and supplies with her as well. What the hell had happened here? Why were these things attacking her so suddenly? Her mind exploded with these questions as she slipped into unconsciousness.

[Link, Malichai Valkin, several undead]
[Hyrule Castle town streets]

Link, horrified at what had just transpired, fired a shot from his bow, switching both to and from it before his opponent could draw a single breath. As his arrow flew, Link rushed the massive man, unafraid of what he might have in store- it hardly mattered. Link had faced a thousand enemies, a hundred times this man's size- there was no way he was going to simply roll over and let this man kill him. No way.

[Isaac Crownsman, several undead]
[Outside Hyrule Castle]

All around, even within the sacred walls of the castle- the shambling undead. But here they were very different from the outside- each of the rock-covered beasts that now rose from the dirt to assault Isaac bore the insignia of the Royal Guard, and was armed with a long spear.

They moaned, a slow, long, lonely sound that echoed through the castle. When the note ended, they charged.

[Angel]

[Iskra, Kaimu, Angel V.4]
[Small tavern, Hyrule]

Kaimu pouted a tad.. or as close to a "pout" that he could do without feeling it. Yeah, he wasn't upset about the way things were going on.. but this wasn't exactly where he wanted to be. It seemed that his own goals were being pushed aside to help these people when he felt his goals might have been more urgent at the moment. He resigned himself to it, if he just got this job done as quickly as possible then he could possibly get what he wanted. This woman, who had pulled her teeth out to show that she had a communication device stored within.. was definitely capable obviously.. though he laughed at the fact that she still had to stick to such primitive methods of long distance communication. When he needed his parents or back then, Angel or the others.. all he had to was think about them and the mind link was set up.

He stood there and smiled, then.. if maybe to have a small amount of humor dropped his guise of Kaimu.. the black haired, mysterious youth... and for the first time since taking the body allowed his body to be viewed as it really was. Well, as the body really was in any sense. The brown haired, green eyed girl who looked about 14 years old. He was still wearing his red cloak, but his black clothes had changed into a more formfitting form.

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As long as he looked like this, he would not forget his real mission.. and him and the older woman might look a little less suspicious. He bowed, channeling what he remembered from her as best as he could. "Well, I know we just met.. but I hope that we can have fun. I'm sure to make mistakes, but please think well of me.." he said, bowing politely. It's not like he had to worry.. he was keeping his defense up as long as it could possibly be left up.

He walked out of the building and grabbed the roach outside, who was sitting on top of a small cube. Putting the cube in what little pocket space he had.. he put the roach on top of "her" shoulder.. letting it sit there.. he established the mind link with her, telling her she did a really good job. She seemed happy, though emotions where hard to tell from a cockroach. He could tell she wanted to be back to her own body, and looked as if she had a scary ordeal of some kind.. but he payed it little mind.. telling her that she needed to stay like that for a while longer still. And so he stood out in the night of the air, waiting for his comrade to come out and lead the way. He would have asked for more details.. but in a sense, he was sure that if there was a ranking system in this little brigade, he would be a cadet. Not that he had a problem with that, as long as they helped him after he helped them without question.

[Kismet]

Well that’s…random. Iskra wasn’t quite sure what to make of this newcomer. Or the insect perched on his…her shoulder. If she had meant them any malice, she probably wouldn’t have revealed that shapeshifting ability, though the cockroach was an interesting development. Kirmizi psychics loved the damn things, possessing them and using them as spies. Tiny, unkillable spies. Whether or not this person was a psychic remained to be seen, but she obviously had some affinity towards the tiny creature, and it would explain how she’d managed to stay informed from the other side of the bar.

She supposed she had no more reason to distrust the newcomer than she did Crow. Which, granted, wasn’t very much, but constant wariness wasn’t conducive to good teamwork. With a sigh, Iskra rose and followed her out of the bar and into the cold night air.

“The name is Iskra. Iskra Likhovich of the Imperial Revenants.” She said, slipping on her mask. The Smart Cells on its surface shimmered to life, turning transparent and showing Iskra’s face beneath. Then, the coloration altered, darkening her skin and erasing her hair, balding her. Soon, what appeared to be a dark skinned young man stood beside the roach friendly girl. With a wink, Iskra wrapped herself in her traveling cloak, tucking her feminine curves out of sight. “Come. It will take us some time to reach Castle Town, and we shouldn’t waste time after dark. Especially if Crow’s prediction is to be trusted.”

[The Master]

Valkin saw the arrow flying towards him, but it posed no threat. Just as he did before he raised his armored right arm, deflecting the shot.

Valkin saw as the pointed eared boy began to charge, the others must have been his friends for his eyes were filled with righteous rage. That is what Valkin liked, an enemy so blinded by his own rage that he could not foresee the onslaught coming unto him.

Valkin readied himself, lowering himself to the ground and spreading his legs far apart. He plucked his hammer from the spot on his belt and griped it by the leather strap, turning his right arm behind himself he began to swing the hammer, around and around. As it spun arcs of red lightning began to encompass the hammer and with out a warning he brought his arm forward and hurled the hammer directly at the boy.

[Angel]

As she introduced herself, he got a bit of a iffy concern. He didn't.. ever feel like introducing himself.. mostly because he never considered himself actually possessing a name. Kaimu was a way to say he was named nothing.. but he was wondering if he should lie to her about his name. Looking down softly, he pondered it a bit.. and then decided to go ahead and not exactly lie or tell the truth altogether.

"This.. this one is named Angel.." he said softly, Angel's sweet and feminine voice adding a touch of sadness in his words.. even though he wasn't actually feeling such a thing. Her words were too emotional to get rid of it altogether, he deducted.

Iskra herself started shifting and changing her appearance, and Angel smiled a little at how well she did it as well.. though again by a primitive method. All he had to do was simply think of his appearance and the body shifted.. as long as the change was within his species. He couldn't add on any extra limbs or anything, he could only alter the appearance of what ones he already head.

He started walking silently next to the woman who appeared to be a young man at the moment.. though maybe it was because he saw the shift.. he was able to see her original self within the disguise. He guessed it was that, he figured that anyone who looked at her otherwise would believe it without a second glance. Their own features had been reversed, he though with a laugh.. though he looked younger than the dark skinned person standing next to him.

Keeping up with her larger stride, he smiled a bit. "But.. names aren't really important are they? I mean.. it doesn't really tell you anything about the person inside." he knew Angel so well, he thought quickly. "But.. anyways, is there anything I can do help prepare for the mission Mis..Mr. Likhovich. Should I be briefed on the plan going into this? I'm a bit confused on how we are proceeding and I want to make sure I don't make any icky mistakes."

The cockroach on the other hand was on the move, running around around the young girls head and doing randomly odd things. Deep down, she was starting to feel very odd. She had never spent this much time in this form, and it was starting to affect her negatively. Not to mention her encounter in the alley.. everything was feeling so strange. She ended up back on the shoulder, but not before taking a few loops all around her... all while Kaimu seemed to be unaware of it happening.

[serraskai]

[Ezekiel]
[Outside a Small tavern, Hyrule]

Ezekiel placed his sketch back within his book, making sure the book fully closed before he continued. There was only one place to go for such technology, and he didn't have the capacity to simply "warp" there. But he did have another plan.

Revealing from the folds of his cloak a piece of fine jewelery, Ezekiel engaged it to warp him to a more familiar place, where he could make preparations.

[Headed to: Gates of eternity]

Within the gates, time and space were meaningless, but getting to there and back was an entirely different task. Taking a seat, Ezekiel had 8 hours to rest until the jewel would recharge, allowing him to leave. He would reach his destination then, but until then, he had nothing but.... time.

[Link, Malichai Valkin, several undead]
[Hyrule Castle town streets]

What did his foe take him for, an idiot?

Link, rather nimble for someone so burdened by gear, swiftly ghosting the hammer and bringing himself to the perfect position to slice the man across his gut, a chance he took by placing his sword readily at his and slicing. With the man's momentum already spent there was no way to dodge in time- Link was simply to fast.

[Tony Redgrave]

~?~ [Hyrule Castle Town, Telma's Bar]

Telma's bar.. now this place had a bit of history. A popular bar every citizen could recognize and often came by for a drink. This little hangout was very popular with the soldiers of the land as well and at every turn, there they were, chatting it up and having a good time. but today, the bar had a very special guest visiting and enjoying the high life.

A young man was sitting front row, sporting a dark blue poncho and a large brown sombrero on head for kicks, obviously not someone from around here! Unsurprisingly as it was, this kind of fashion statement was just too soon for this place. His looks garnered looks and giggles from those who passed by or looked from a distance. He stood out from others quite a bit but standing out wasn't always a bad thing.

But in his case, it was kinda bad. Why? Because this whimsical fellow was drinking up a storm. What precious liquid that was coating his stomach wasn't alcoholic at all but a beverage he couldn't get enough of and that was... milk.

Yes, the glorious mammary fluids straight from bovine boobies. It was just something about this worlds milk that really did it for him and without even a second thought, he ordered drink after drink. He started off with the "good stuff" as he heard from a few patrons around him was Chateau Romani and went wild, drinking bottle after bottle.

Others around him looked on in amazement.. seeing someone just drink and drink and drink without so much as taking a breath. Telma, the owner of the bar didn't look too happy however with all of that expensive milk going down one hatch and not a bit of payment being slammed on the table.

After he had bottle number 30, the buxom lady up front simply started serving up Romani Milk which from what he could taste was a bit of a downgrade but still good enough to just keep gulping down left and right. Annoyed but still in good spirits, the barkeep lowered herself down to Mister Poncho's level and shot towards him a playful little smile.


"So kid, I'm glad to see your enjoying yourself here but you haven't even payed for one of your drinks yet. You drank pretty much our whole surplus of Chateau Romani milk and with that, you owe the bar a total of 8000 rupees"

Wait.. Rupees? what was the currency here? Oh who knew? most certainly not Mister Poncho for that matter. For being the silly galoot he was, he had forgotten to look into what these people used for money and maybe get some of it. Thinking about this situation made him break into a sweat. Now what was he going to do?

But wait! The little light bulb buried deep under his widely brimmed hat had turned on, overjoyed at an idea crazy enough to work.

"Errr umm.. put it on my tab!" Yes! excellent idea! He could do that.. and pay it off later when he came back to the bar or if he couldn't get any scratch, he could just flee to another bar! His genius level intellect was finally revealing itself and he couldn't help but show off that goofy grin he always had in times like this.

But, she didn't look very happy with his answer. That line could only be used when people could trust you enough to let you get by with that. He had no relationship with this woman and no totally keen and sexy connections in this area he could throw around for that matter. Telma fully stood at this moment, her chest completely knocking the mans hat clear off his head.

"You know kid, you are cute and all but if you can't pay up, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." With a quick motion of the hand, she signaled to two guards drinking to her right to come over to her side and show the freeloading milk lover to the door. Putting down their drinks, they wasted no time in coming over and extending their hands out to grab Mister Poncho by the arms.

But.. strangely, they froze in their tracks just as they got into his personal space. Somehow, they seemed to feel something from his end.. was it battle spirit? killing intent? a curse that made them immobile? Nah! He looked so timid and sad now that he had to leave. He wouldn't have put up a fight in the slightest.. but the guards here were surprisingly cowardly. They dashed back to their seats and protested against trying to take him outside, saying "well what if he has a knife?" "we could get hurt!" and the famous line everyone knew, "I'm too young to die!"

Embarrassing.. all the patrons who witnessed this shook their heads in shame and Telma just shook her head in shame. More people of this caliber were becoming guards these days. If this kept up, pretty soon an army of cowards would be roaming about. Seeing this, the man in the poncho felt so bad, he had to do something about it.

Picking up his hat and placing it back upon its rightful place, he spoke only a single phrase. "Fine fine, I know when I'm not wanted! I'll kick myself out for Pete's sake!!" Grabbing himself by tuff of his collar, he proceeded to call himself every name in the book and shout about his angst of how such a lowly worm could try to weasel his way into free drinks while of course, walking himself to the door, stumbling and dragging his feet about like any other drunkard would be getting carried out.

He removed his hands for a moment to gracefully open the front door and finally, jump out into the city streets and land right on his side. After a light dusting off, he couldn't help but look back at the place and think about what he had left behind.. a half empty bottle of milk. That was a real tearjerker in his eyes. But his sadness wouldn't last long. For right in front of him, people were screaming and from the looks of it, running for their lives, right from the direction of that giant castle from afar.

Either today was "run and scream like a maniac day" or there was something going down in that direction. It wouldn't hurt to have a look see so, like any sane and curious young man who enjoyed danger, he rushed right past the crowd, right down the path to the castle itself.

[The Master]

Valkin saw as the boy dodged his hammer, just as he had expected, what he did not expect was the boys speed. Before he had time to think the boy was on him, preparing to slice his belly open.

Valkin did not try to dodge the attack, that would have been useless, instead he simply turned to his right so, so as to deflect the blades blow off of his armor, and as he did so he brought he left arm up, turned it and then brought it down once more with staggering force, the spikes on his left gauntlet were aimed directly at the boys spine.

[Kismet]

Iskra, or at least the image of the face her mask now wore, smiled. “You’re right. Names only reveal as much as their owner allow.” She glanced to her companion. “Don’t you think, Angel?” She asked, adding only the slightest emphasis to the name. But then she continued, almost so quickly that the point might have been missed entirely. “I’ve already given my name as Likhovich to the Gorons I met at Castle Town earlier. Please call me Jalil while I wear this face.”

As she spoke, she constricted and flexed her throat, playing with her tone and pitch until it took on a suitably masculine sound. She’d continue to adjust it as they travelled, as it usually took some time for her to be able to speak consistently in another’s voice. “As for our course of action, we need only concern ourselves with gaining this warrior’s allegiance. Crow’s prescience should allow him to select warriors willing to come to his aid.” Again, she adjusted her voice, like a stage actor rehearsing lines and subtly correcting mistakes with every word. “If possible, we can locate this girl of yours as well. What is your relationship to her, by the way?”

Before she had even finished speaking though, Iskra stopped, glaring warily into the darkness. “Something’s there.” She said quietly. Her Oculus lenses dilated in the poor light, illuminating her field of vision as if spotlights shone from her eyes. There, perched on the hill before them, stood a pack of…creatures. She might have called them wolves, but their heads were all wrong, oddly shaped and deformed. Furthermore, their skin had all but rotted away, revealing gaunt skeletal figures. Definitely not normal. Imperial Cadaver Knights, a higher order of Revenants, possessed the art of Necro Arcanum, but Iskra had never actually witnessed it being performed. The dead could commune with the dead, after all. On the other hand, she doubted her status would help her much.

Easily, she rested her right hand on her pistol and nodded towards the wolves. “There, on the hill in front of us. There’s a pack of skeletal wolves watching us.” Through her own skull, she saw more watching from the tree line on either side of them, stalking stealthily after them. “They’re about a mile away, twelve on the hill and maybe fifteen in the trees.” As if on cue, an eerie howl broke out from the hilltop, joined by a chorus of deathly wails from all around them.

“Here we go.” Iskra said quietly as the undead beasts rushed forward. “You better be able to do more than turn invisible.”

[Angel]

She nodded a bit. "Yes, Jalil Sir." she said, mimicking and playacting herself, focusing on Angel's personality. He knew it just as well as she knew it herself.. and it always did fascinate him more than anyone else. He didn't understand why though.

She continued to listen to her, and almost answered when Iskra alerted him to some new, slightly unwelcome guests. Oh.. this was lovely. He didn't really want to give out too much of his own fighting style and powers.. but he definitely wasn't afraid of these creatures.

"You better be able to do more than turn invisible."

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"Yeah. I can sir!" he said with a small wink.

The night was a breezy one, which made him content. He might be able to take care of these wolves without giving away too much of what he could do. Without even waiting for Iskra's opening move or for her say further, he attacked. Applying some wind energy to his feet, letting it freely flow from his body right to it, he rushed towards the undead beast that was taking the lead in attacking them. Once this body, which had rushed forward at almost unbelievable speeds reached he slammed his right foot right in the midriff of the "wolf" before it even had a chance to realize she was suddenly there. Even with the bodies understandable weakness in physical strength, the speed applied was enough to get it a tremendous boost. The top half of the creature went soaring in the air, it's bones being broken right at the spot where it hit and rammed into another one that had started venturing over. Which seemed to hit at just enough force to at least disorient it a little. A lovely added bonus, he guessed.

"Ewwwiiee. Icky." Kaimu cried out in fake grossness about the fact that it's rotted self left a very visible mark all over her feet and the smell it was creating.. starting to feel a bit bad for causing anything harm while in Angel's form. How out of character. His form shimmered again, taking on it's transparent defense.. still kept himself visible though, he would be great bait in this way to keep Iskra safe at long range with her pistol. He looked smaller, weaker, younger, and he was alot closer. She should have some clear shots at them. Your turn then "Jalil" .

[Kismet]

Iskra scowled at her companion’s display. Their meeting back at the tavern had revealed to her all she needed to know about Angel’s cold interior, and the girly antics weren’t fooling anyone. Judging from the force of her kick and its pinpoint precision, Iskra could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing. This one had fought before. This one had killed before. As with Crow, Iskra simply knew that she stood in the presence of another killer. Angel at least held no actual malice towards her enemies. They just had the misfortune of being in her way. Despite the aggravating display of insincere cuteness, they weren’t so dissimilar in how they actually got their jobs done, it seemed.

None of these thoughts reflected themselves on either of Iskra’s faces, however. Instead, she calmly drew her pistol, and with bored expression, began firing into the mass of wolves. Using her Oculus lenses to guide her, each round punched straight through her targets’ skulls, slamming through the nape of their necks and severing the heads. Allowing Angel to draw the beasts’ attention, she began picking off the wolves one by one.

[Angel]

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Kaimu was using his wind energy to circle the around the enemies, trying to keep as many as possible away from her so she could trick them all. As he guessed.. there were pretty brainless creatures. Even though a few of them had already passed right through him, they still continue to try to change. He thought at least real wolves would have noticed the sudden lack of smell emanating from "her" body... though he fancied a guess that they didn't even have the ability to smell anymore.

Probably because they were actually dead.

You know.. this was the most interesting time to think of something.. but Kaimu allowed his mind to wander while his body was performing beautiful leaps and jumps, flips and otherwise very amusing movements to "fake" avoid the wolves wrath. His show of emotion, femininity, compliance.. it made him think of Angel in so many ways. Sure, he wasn't doing a very good job at creating the persona of her.. though he didn't realize this as much as he didn't realize how seemingly bad he always had been at keeping up his disguises. But he did realize there was something.. not right.

Somethings missing..

Not having emotions, he didn't have to think hard or long about it. It came to him pretty fast. It was something that Angel kept talking about. A heart. He didn't move to place his hand on his heart, but he seemed aware of every beat right now. She always used to tell him that he had a beautiful one of his own.. but whenever she said that.. he logically always came to one answer.

You stole it from me Angel. You are my heart.

He stood still for a moment, and a oncoming wolf jumped at his direction, just to luckily be dealt a blow with one of Iskra's amazingly well-aimed bullet. Not that it would have done anything.. as he was sure that she realized by now. Everyone seemed to always realize everything. It was if, plastered on his head was a giant note with big bold letters for everyone to see..

This one is probably already dead.

He stumbled a bit.. hadn't he gotten rid of these feelings?! Why were they resurfacing? Why was this heart trying so had to feel what was taken from it? Why was he doing things that made no sense lately.. they were illogical. Why had he tried to act like Angel.. in these moments when he was finally about to leave her for good. Too much time with her mixed with his very soul.. and he was just barely realizing it was start to have an effect.. that her being just a soul inside her own body.. with him in control might start fusing them again. If he hadn't split her into Arietta and the rest.. he might be already completely gone.

"Jalil," he cried out. "The girl is the rightful owner of this body. I'm just trying to return it to her."

He felt the slither of the roach on him.. how she had managed to keep hold of him was great.. he felt a tiny bit.. bad? He felt bad.. he actually felt bad that he was giving her such a awful time right now. He was rushing to give Angel back the body.. because he knew what it was like to have something that was half of your being.. taken from you. He couldn't believe that it was just now that he realized that amongst the wild amount of souls.. his heart had managed to break free from the now 300 year long prison it had been in. However a tiny crack it had found..

Undoing his transparency magic, he slammed his foot in a wolf again.. this time aiming for a specific area on the body of his wolf.. an area that might have housed it's own beating organ. Even after the wolf had fallen, he continued to pound down on that area, hearing the bones crunch repeatedly, as if possessed by some sort of demon. Slamming his food in it over and over, pounding that one area in the the dirt and dust. So easily distracted.. he didn't realize when another wolf jumped him and proceeded to bite down hard on his feminine shoulder. Tearing at the delicate skin, causing him to cry out in pain before being able to take it out with a well aimed "push" of wind. Uncaring of what Iskra saw, or how many were left.. all his thoughts had crashed as he fell to his knees and clutched the bite. Feeling the silver blood that was draining out of his body run through his fingers so thick and warm. Feeling it run down his feminine frame.. feeling Angel's heart beating in him quicker and quicker. All his envious thoughts on it's small, but powerful beats..

Thump. Thump.