The man known as Lenny would walk be walking in the forest with his head held down and his hood that extended from his dark leather cloak. Even if someone looked into the darkness that would be where his face should've been, they wouldn't see his face at all. They would see the mask that Lenny would wear, covering and concealing his identity. Lenny's eyes pierced through the slits in his mask and viewed the surrounding scenery; it wasn't much of scene to be honest. Only darkness covered the land, it was a forested land, and it was a rather creepy place for the normal traveller; hince the name Gloomwood.

However, Lenny was indeed not the average traveller and therefore the darkness and the creepiness of night in Gloomwood did not seem to affect him. Lenny stopped walking and continued to look down, and he did not look up for the longest time. Finally, slowly, and dramatically, he pulled his head up and peered into the darkness, silent as a snake, waiting for his prey to make the first move. His mask was revealed at this point and if they were to look back at him, they would see a huge, glowing grin that streched across his “face.” Red eyes would glare back from the darkness behind the mask, where his eyes should have been.

Lenny was a very intimidating person; covered in his leather cloak that didn't move as the wind blew past. Belts and strings would criss-cross over the bottom of his cloak, keeping the sides of the cloak from separating. He would continue glaring into the darkness, darting his eyes back and forth, however, if the anyone was looking back, they would only see his red eyes continuing to glare back at them. “Come now, I just want to play with your evil inside. It's a job you know...” The voice would make any normal person cringe; it was deep and hating, and at the same time, there was a slight tone of playfullness. For truly and deeply, Lenny wanted to play with the evil inside, and it truly was his job...

Xion's cloak fluttered in the wind as he perch from a thick branch, hidden behind a few branches covered with thick orange leaves that blew lightly in the wind and sometimes fell off, only to be replaced within moments. This creepy place gave Xion chills, but at the same time it felt like home. Sometimes the wind would whisper to him in the old tongue that only he seemed to know. Him and Boris, that is. Boris was perched on the branch beside him, quietly attempting to regurgitate a lump of hair and bone left from a rat he had captured and eaten an hour ago. "Kisuth Messenith..." The wind whispered. Darkest returneth, as it was loosely translated. It was a misshapen sentence, but what could Xion expect from wind.

"Boris, stay." Xion quietly repeated until the bird finally managed to rid itself of the hairy mass and listen to Xion. Boris who’d softly before fluffing up his feathers and resting fully, sleeping with his eyes wide open. Grimacing at the wad of bone and hair left on the branch he flicked it off before leaping to a tree in front of the man and landing with a soft "Thud". With a quick clearing of his throat, Xion said to the man, "Gaisin cule, and greetings traveler. If not for that unholy stench of evil about you I would have asked what brings you here, but perhaps you found yourself pulled in the same as I. These woods are filled with strangeness, and beastly creatures, but if you know how to catch them their blood is quite tasty, if you can get passed the wretched smell of it. Tell me your name, my masked friend." Xion's face split into a smile and that rested firmly on one side of his face, his eyes filled with curiosity, and his nose bobbed lightly as he weighted the man’s smell. No fear, but how could one tell under that mystery. His nose had never acted like this before, and it made Xion wonder whether this “Traveler” was real at all.

Lenny continued to look in the general direction before he finally decided that it was pointless to stare. If the fool wanted to stay “hidden” then let him stay that way, for all that was on the Cheshire's mind at this point was the eerie darkness. He grinned behind his mask and felt the evil side of him creep up, as much as he wanted to play with the evil side within the hidden person, he would rather be in the darkness, alone. If there was anyone hidden, then he wouldn't be alone, perhaps if he walked away. He decided, that's what he would do, he began to walk away, hoping that the fool in the trees would follow him.

Lenny walked quietly, and slowly, pulling the rim of his hood more to the middle, covering his face even more than it already was. He didn't want his face to be revealed and even if the mask covered his face, he had always felt that the mask mind as well been his face seeing as he never removed the mask from his face. Never in his life had he removed that porcelin mask from his face. For reasons that he could explain that was a mystery for every person that crossed his path. “Follow me to certain death, with a high spirit and great virtue, for where I go no man can follow, believe and you will feel it strike true...”

The grin grew wide and he walked a little slower, waiting for the fool to respond.

Xion sized up the man and grinned. Xion could feel this man's thoughts, they flowed with his stench. Why was it that everyone called him a fool? No matter, he would teach them all. "Now listen to me, you masked fool sitting high and mighty in your evilness. You are but a human, and I a tiefling. My grandfather was I believe a demon of a high rank, but he is long dead along with my half-bred father, leaving me in whatever rights my grandfather had in hell, which is where I will send you if you don’t shut that porcelain jaw. Do not try and use lyrics to convince me that you are anything more than human, because you're not. And before that moment where you thought me a fool I was willing to allow you to perhaps assist me in some mayhem, but now you have soured my offerings of milk and dried the honey that flowed with it, therefore I show no compassion to you. The offer still stands for you to take up. Leave the offer and flee for your life, or accept and survive before the next sunset. You're choice, human."

Xion had been called a fool far too much, and it was getting annoying. Anger swelled up in Xion as he reached for his sword, which had long since been shattered, and cursed, in his own head. No matter, this one was overconfident.

Cheshire Lenny heard the words as he halted, allowing them to reach his ears. He perked up and paid a bit more attention when the word evilness was spoken. As the newcomer continued speaking, almost ranting in Lenny's opinion. He had already sparked some sort of flame with this person and Lenny was eating up every minute of it. Lenny's staff slid from within his cloak into his hand and he twirled it around and he twisted around towards the voice. This person had a screwed up history from the sounds of it as more words streamed across the darkness into Lenny's mind. The red eyes behind the mask flared bright as this newcomer finished his speech and the grin on the outer side of the mask matched that of the one on Lenny's face.

“I am a masked fool... and that's not a question, for you said it yourself and I'm not disagreeing with you. Perhaps my evilness has blinded me in the darkness. You claim that this is my choice and yet, it seems to me that the threatening message you send with these words want me to come to violence. I would be lying if I told you that I didn't want to fight you and see you dead, seeing death in general would please my dark soul. I have but one question youngling, 'Are you yourself evil?'”

Cheshire Lenny finished his speech and waited with an evil grin on his face for the response to come his way. He was ready, with his staff out in his hand, in a fasion signifying that if this became a physical altercation, he would be ready for it. His reflexes were ready for it, they were ready as soon as he stepped into the darkness of Gloomwood and they were just as hightened as before...

Xion took a swig of his whiskey before relaxing. "Masked friend, I am what they call Lawful Evil. Meaning I give options for them to die or survive and serve for me or with me. Ferrun Sieg Sa'regan, masked one. You intrigue me with those glowing eyes and twisted mask. I warn you now that if you try to strike at me I will move silently and strike deadly. I never miss. But from the sounds and smell of the situation, you are willing to ally up with me. I am an officer in a guild known as the apocalypse allegiance, and I think there you would find great loads of bloodshed to feed your cravings, with only the loss of your complete freedom. I am on a "vacation" if you will, camping out in this forest and hunting down what I can for gold enough for a new sword. But that does not matter, now I ask about you. Give me a name, or an alias, I could care less, and perhaps you could explain why you are in such a place and in such a mask with such a foul mood."

Xion scowled as he wet his lips with another swig of whiskey and cracked his neck. This human was interesting, and perhaps even respectable. For a human, that is.

Cheshire Lenny heard the response and was surprised to see that the sudden anger seemed to leave this man's mind. Lenny was a bit confused though, this man seemed more than just a human like himself, perhaps there was something deeper, besides the fact that his grandfather was a demon. That would make him some part demon and to be honest, Cheshire liked demons, several of his “friends” were demons, if you could call them friends. Lenny began to think to himself about this Lawful Evil deal; Lenny himself couldn't care about the laws, it was the government of the world that frustrated him to no end. He hated having rules, he wanted chaos, bloodshed, and tweaking with peoples minds; even making them similar to himself, which had done once before.

Now the questioning would begin and Lenny hoped that perhaps this man's mind wasn't already screwed up beyond his own twisting abilities. The man took another drink from his flask and Lenny realized that the man was perhaps an alcoholic. Lenny wasn't much of a fan of alcohol, he had seen it's effects and as much as he like the buzz, he didn't like the taste enough. His eyes slid slightly to the side, glancing at a tree next to the man, his eyes snapped back as he gave his answer.

“My true name is my own business and names are so formal, but I shall give you a name that you may utter to call me. I am known Cheshire and that is what I shall be called, unless Fool suits you better.” Cheshire smirked behind his mask, “I'm here to hide, the mask hides me, and my mood suits me better than yours suits you my friend...” He leaned on his staff slightly and added, “The same question I reflect to you, what is your name? Or alias?...”

Xion coughed a bit when this, Chesire, had stated that he would allow himself to be called a fool, but he quickly recovered by clearing his throat. A screech broke through the trees as Boris tried to locate Xion, and with a quick whistle Boris flew to his shoulder then over to the man. "Whoing" loudly, be glided onto the man's own shoulder and poked around at his hood. "It seems Boris here may be interested with you, and that is good enough for me to respect you. Boris always picks out the wise ones. My name is Xion flayle, son of Zialik Flayle, Tiefling at large and officer of the apocalypse alliance. I often make it much to formal so that I can sound more interesting than I am." Xion lidded his whiskey bottle before placing it into the depths of his cloak.

"The one on your shoulder is named Boris. He joined me at the base of the caves leading to the underdark and has been with me ever since. He is quite unique and somehow understands the odd language that flows from my lips, but all the same I seem to understand his... Perhaps what you hide from could be faced with my as assistance, or does it root deeper then that?" Xion leaned back against the large tree he had jumped off of as he awaited an answer. This new man was much like a puzzle fit together perfectly to still be flawed. If Xion could keep himself from telling too much he could retain his appearance of moody and knee-jerk, an image he would use in his assistance if this man or any other decided to snap and try to kill him.

Cheshire smirked as Xion cleared his throat to try and cover up a laugh about his name; he raised an eyebrow as the owl landed on his shoulder. It glided down from the tree and clenched tight on his cloak, though Cheshire couldn't feel it through the thickness of his cloak. This man's name was Xion Flayle, and as Lenny searched his memories for any recognition, the bottle of whiskey went back into Xion's cloak. Cheshire glared at the bird as Xion proceeded to explain the history of the bird and him; Lenny smirked from behind his mask and gave a more tender look to bird. In Lenny's opinion, the bird was rather, nice-looking; he shook the thought off. He couldn't find a good adjective for the bird, he was so used to thinking that animals were annoying. Except for cats... which he favored.

“I hate to disappoint you, but my mask mind as well be my face for I haven't removed this new face that I'm fond of in quite some time. I almost forget what I look like under this thing, but it is necessary, I must keep it on. There is a reason that I cannot discuss, I apologize for this.” The Cheshire bent his head over a little, hiding his face a little from Xion. He suddenly felt a bit ashamed of the mask that covered his face.

He cursed himself under his breath, this man was getting under his skin, in ways that he shouldn't be. It was uncomfortalbe for Cheshire, it stretched the stitches that held him together, and he didn't want his stitched bag of maggots that he called his past open. “Could you kindly call you bird; no offense to him, but he is rather frustrating, sitting there so... simply...” Cheshire looked at the bird again, “My mask is a reflection upon my soul, some want to see their reflection and live with it, others, want to die with it by their side, and some never want to see anything that would cause us to live.”

Xion smiled to himself before giving a shrill whistle and calling Boris back to his own shoulder. Boris' head turned 180 degrees before "whoing" and taking flight to his outstretched arm. This one was a bit interesting, and perhaps not as deep and hidden as Xion had first thought when he had first met the man. Xion had met a masked man before who went by the name "Justin", this masked one had also said he was hiding, but from what even he did not know, and before the night was over he had attempted to kill Xion and died on the spot with a sword between his ribs, much like the girl Xion had met earlier who went on to follow him to that strange pub in Kellen.

"Boris is sometimes overly friendly, and as for you need of secrecy that is fine with me. I have made no arrangements for anything to do tonight, so perhaps you had something I could help you with..." Xion asked the man as he smelled the surroundings out of habit and detected no other life. The wind was flowing away from Xion, so in an act of assurance he sent Boris into the woods to scan the area the wind was flowing to. "Well, have anything for us to do?"

Cheshire watched warily as the bird that was once upon his shoulder took off and flew at the command of Xion. The bird certainly was submissive to Xion, most likely because he was with the animal a lot of the time. Cheshire never really had any companions and he really didn't want any, he enjoyed being alone, and at this moment he wasn't which sort of bothered him. The wind swirled past Cheshire, yet his cloak remained still. This wind continued to pick up and caused the trees to sway and howl in the darkness. Cheshire remained still and opened his mouth to speak, however, one couldn't see through his mask to see the mouth move:

“There is no engagement that I have made on this day; my whole reason for coming out into the darkness of Gloomwood was to find mischief.” There was a slight pause, and with that pause came an evil grin from behind the mask, “Did you bring mischief with you?” As he said these words, there was rustle in the leaves, but the wind had calmed, signifying that the two in Gloomwood were not the only ones standing in the darkness. Cheshire Lenny cast a quick look into the sky, as he did, his hand tightened on the staff that was in his hand. The grin remained even as the sound of laughter reached his ears as the newcomer, belted out a howl of laughter. Lenny spoke once again, “Is this your doing or not? Speak...”

Green and black eyes stared at the two men as they talked. The dragon didn't move for fear and overcome her asshe stared at the man called Cheshire. Sava tryed to walk backwerds to get out but there were to many trees and she steped on a twig and it made a souned 'crack' it wasn't loud but they would surely hear it. Sava froze and watched the men as she stood still as the trees. blast it, she thought, now they will know am here because of that bloody twig. Fear, She always fears something, but she knows why she fears now, its because the men were evil and she hated people that were evil, she was supposed to do evil since she is a half black and half green dragon, but she hates it, she hates that she didnt make her dragon parents happy and they tryed to kill her for it.

Sava stood there waiting and hoping that they don't see her, but who couldn't miss a dragon, she was small but large also. Her wings moved a bit in fear but she stoped then fast. Stay calm, stay calm, she thought not moving. Suddenly a deer ran past her front feet and Sava didn't know what it was and she fell in fear of what it was and then she saw the deer running away. "Stupid deer, come back and I'll bite your head off." She shouted and it still ran. Sava layed there in shock that the men would know she's there.

The Cheshire heard the outburst that came from the darkness of Gloomwood and his head would turn towards the sound. Lenny couldn't recognize the voice and looked at Xion for a moment before deciding to investigate this newcomer. He walked in the direction of the voice that shouted. The voice was unnatural, almost inhuman, but that didn't matter to Lenny at this point, all that he was concerned about was discovering this new fool. There were so many of them around during this period as it would seem. The darkness of Gloomwood made the search for this person more difficult than it should have been. Cheshire cursed the darkness for once and allowed himself to continue walking slower and slower, moving in and out of trees. He had left Xion alone, unless of course Xion was following, Cheshire wasn't really paying attention.

“I love games... and hide and seek is one of my favorites. Speak, I pray you... where are you hidden?” There was a slight pause as Cheshire turned and spied what he was looking for and held back a small gasp; he didn't want to make anyone think that he was a fearful person. He instilled fear, he did not express it. He glared, his red-eyes searing into the blackish green of this dragon's eyes, “A dragon?” There was another pause, as a grin reappeared behind the mask, “This is interesting indeed, what are you doing here dragon? I'm interested... come now, don't be shy.”

The smile that had been resting on Xion's face turned upside down as Chesire went in direction of the shouting. Somehow he had missed the reek of a dragon, and he was frustrated with that, but he had intended on acting like it was not there and starting idle chat of hunting dragons and spies, but this knee-jerk reaction out of the human foiled all plans that such thing. Sighing loudly, Xion shouted, "Kiesn! Freug Dias!" and Boris shrieked before flapping heavily to Xion's shoulder and perching, fluffing up his feathers and adjusting himself for comfort. Xion snickered before turning, flinging his cloak's cape behind him and darting off into the dense bush that the noise had come from.

He was darting through the bush with Boris clinging to his jacket with talons and beak, and when Xion had came up on the rear of a dragon he almost had run into it before sliding to the ground and jumping left, grabbing Boris who would have surely gone flying off Xion had he not. "Blood and bloody ashes!!" He yelled as he regained a ready position for fighting, sword stance perfected with all but the sword. "I didn’t think it was a bloody dragon! And here we are facing it head on. This is bloody brilliant! Why didn’t we just throw rocks at it until it burns us to the flamin' ground!.." Xion continued to rant as Boris puffed up his chest and hopped of the man's shoulder, jumping across the ground and closing in on the dragon.

"Boris!" Xion yelled as he jumped at the bird and grabbed it before rolling back to where he was and baring his fanged teeth at the dragon. Many thought he was a vampire with those teeth, but quickly changed their mind after having a show of Xion's complete formal rage. "Well Chesire, I hope you and that stick can truly fight, because for me it's just tooth and nail, the way I like it.” Xion placed Boris on the ground near a tree and pushed him under the roots to a small den made by the ground eroding around the massive dieing tree.

Sava took a step back but the held her ground and stared at the men and then burst into a bit of laughter as the one man called Xion Flayle said fight. She stoped laughing looking at the two and replyed to the man called Cheshire. "Am here for my own reasons." She snaped sawing her sharp teeth. Her green and black scales shining off the moon. Her tail wiped through the air and her eyes had the look of hunger in her eyes. Her fear left her and she was left with anger. Her eyes focused on Xion Flayle, and she saw what he was. Sava let out a roared of fear and she back away from Xion.

"Stay away from me demon." She whispered her eyes filled with fear again. demons huant her in nightmares and she was attacked by demons. Demons were her worst fear. Her wings flaped nervously as she stared at Xion. She didn't fly but just flaped her wings without leaving the ground.

[SIZE=1]Xion never changed on the outside, but on the inside he smiled at the dragon's reaction, and she was close enough to being right. As a child, his fool father had told him of how dragons and demons were once nearly the same, but over time a hate grew between them and a fear. Xion would harness this. His father had been afraid of dragons and showed much weakness around them, and that is what fueled the rage behind Xion and helped drive his sword blade into his father's weeping heart, which was much too human for the half-demon he was, and when he was through with father he killed mother, who had betrayed father by bedding with another human. These humans were strange, and Xion believed most were weak, which was true. It was all one big complicated mess, too much a bother to try and puzzle out.

Focusing on the smell of fear off the dragon, Xion consumed it, drew on its power, his eyes went white before turning a darkened red, his teeth grew, and a pair of long horns slowly protruded from his forehead, going upwards at an angle before turning sharply into almost laid-back "L"s. Dragon, move against either of us and I shall tear you up and down with my own teeth!" He yelled in a voice that was half his own and half a deep, baritone roar. His nails had grown black and stuck out 3/4s of a foot from his fingers and he cracked his neck. This would be hard, but easier now that he had changed temporarily.

((OOC: Not to worry, I wont godmod. This change only slightly raised his power, and it can be acredited towards his demon blood as a tiefling.))

The dragon answered and Cheshire could smell fear in the words as they came from the dragon's mouth. Lenny realized that this dragon was no more afraid of him that he was of it; therefore he became bolder with the dragon. He began to speak but as he started, he was repelled by a flap of winds that blew him back, he did a backflip and landed on his feet. He was very agile, like a cat, and was used to being surprised so his reflexes were amazing. His hand slid down to where the staff was on the ground. Lenny steadied himself on his staff and leaned heavily on it; this dragon was almost hysterical with fear... good...

Lenny watched Xion become more demonified and his grin from behind the mask slipped a little. He wasn't actually planning on fighting this dragon was he? Cheshire raised his hand and pointed at Xion, “That's the demon... hope you have fun with him, I'll just watch...” The evil grin behind the mask returned to his face and he laughed to himself a little as he walked back and leaned against a nearby tree. Perhaps this dragon would kill Xion; or perhaps Xion would kill the dragon, either way, it would leave the other wounded and alive. Easy for Cheshire to finish off and then finally he could be alone. His red eyes glared at the dragon, “I am no demon dragon; so there is no need to fear me because of that. You should fear me for other reasons...” Lenny raised his staff and waited, if either of them attacked him, he would defend himself. He grinned, resulting in their death...

Sava took a step backwerds then stood still watching Xion. The fear inher eyes vanished nad was replaced with rage. "I have killed many demons and Tieflings." She shouted at the Tiefling. "Your kin belong in hell and should stay there." She snarled her fear vanished and she was left with rage of a fury dragon. "You say you can kill me with your bloody teeth, ha, but why try to fight a dragon Tiefling, how are you so sure that you will win, and sides I have better things to do then to fight a Tiefling." She said no fear in her eyes or voice.

She stood there watching the Tiefling with eyes of rage. She was taken by surprise when she fingured it out that the man was part demon. She still feared there kin but if she can take on fie she can take on this one.

((OOC: sorry its sort))

Xion bared his teeth as rage consumed him, eating at his humanity and sanity, chiseling him down to nothing but a crazed demon, much like his grandfather. Now that the dragon had lost much of it's fear, but Xion saw no difference. "FOOLISH CHOICE, STUPID DRAGON!" A voice boomed through is mouth, not his own but a low roar as if the world were caving in around them. "YOU WILL DIE, INBRED." Xion charged at the dragon, his clawed hands pointed outwardsm appearing to be attacking the dragon straight-on, but hitting the ground and twirling to the side of the dragon before clenching his eyes shut and yelling as he thrust his claws at the beasts soft sides.

"KISENTH MISUNDRE, BIASTAL!!!"