((Short summery: aka I forgot my last post and never got to read your last post… sorry :( ))

Lynthaer was flying toward the city when AD noticed an old man by a barn just across a field from the Village of Kellen. Hunger driven, he dove at the man, killing him very quickly. AD half realized what he had become (not really understanding what a vampire really was), and still viewing him as a friend she went off to the house. Telling the woman and boy who lived there that the barn was on fire, they grabbed buckets of water and rushed out to extinguish the flames. The woman also fell to Lynthaer, but the boy turned tail and ran into town.

AD returned to see the boy fleeing and a commotion raised in the village. Still hoping to find out if the story of the Centaurs was true or not, she watched as the gathered force came out. With the barn was now fully aflame behind them. Lynthaer armed himself with his blade. AD moved into the shadows to fade away unseen by the force that approached, commenting to Lynthaer with a smile to not step on her. About a dozen or so riders on horseback approched with the boy behind another rider in order to get rid of the “monster” he had seen.

Lynthaer rushed the riders, his lust for there life rising so much that he could hear the very beating of their hearts. His sword was flaming, ready to sear open the veins of his attackers so that he could truly feast.

Lynthaer collided with the head horsemen, bringing him off of his beast and into the air. Angling himself to land, he tore out the man's throat as his feat alighited upon the earth. Blood spewed upward in a fountain, which Lynthaer gladly let fall on his face and into his mouth. Yet he could not dwell on this one person. He was now being circled by the man's companions, who were eager to rid their grounds of this demon that had already taken two of their number.

Aether Draka sighed softly to herself as the man was removed from his horse and killed in a manner similar to the way Lynthaer had killed the others. That wasn’t going to work. The warrior AND the horse had to both die in battle for them to be reborn as a Centaur, according to the story anyways. If Lynthaer was just killing the men that left killing the horses up to her. Perhaps this was just to complicated a venture then. She wouldn’t know where a Centaur was reborn at anyways, and after the first one was reborn, they would certainly be reborn together, but there still may be one in the city or somewhere near… A battle would surly lure out a Centaur then!

Cautiously she crept forward into the moving and shifting shadows caused by the horses and the burning barn. The man closest to her raised his blade as she drew hers cleanly across the horse’s jugular vain. Lynthaer would surly notice and make this man his next target. AD retreated, dodging past the huge demon and the now panicked horse that had sidestepped into the horse next to it when her cut was made. She paused on the opposite side of Lynthaer. Putting him between the bleeding horse and herself. That way she would also be behind him should they be so craven and immoral as to attack him from behind.

She wondered if the rider would actually die before the horse did now… How was one supposed to kill both the horse and the rider anyways?

((OOC: There are no Centaurs here.))

((OOC: Fine Here goes ))

Lynthaer almsopt passed by the man with the suddenly flowing kneck. Unfortunately, he was n oticed, and his fluids were quickly drained. Lynthaer thanked AD quietly in his mind, knowing it was not his blade that had severed the man's veins. One, there were no scorche marks; two, the wound was too small; and three, he would have drained the man sooner if he had cut the throat.

Lynthaer whirled back and forth, a maelstrom of burning metal and glittering fangs. Until he heard a tell tell thrum a little ways away. Without thought, he toop one final slash at the men and women around him and hit the ground, his eyes searchign for Aether. He couldn't find her as three arrows whizzed by over him, only hope that they didn't find her.

((OOC: Thank you!))

The demonic elf was quick to dispatch of the man and just as quick to turn on the others. Retreating once more into the shadows so she wouldn’t be struck by accident she assessed the situation. Too many horses were surviving the blade. He just wasn’t interested in killing them. It took her a moment to realize that he was after food, not just a fight. So how much did it take to feed a demon vampire?

Guilt struck her again at that thought. He had died because she hadn’t been able to help him… the lake had managed to take him from her and now she had met up with him once more. She really wanted to know how he became a vampire. Was the fish a vampire perhaps? That might work. A vampire fish might want to eat a demon… but how did one get a vampire fish?

Lost in thought for a moment, she didn’t notice the horse nearest her stepping further back from Lynthaer, his arm bearing a wound from the flaming blade that he was clutching, until it ran into her and nearly knocked her flat. Arrows flew past her face then as the man on the horse saw her and shouted something she missed in her moment of panic. Throwing her arms over her head, both of her blades still in hand, and ducked. Lashing out at the horses feet with her blade after that caused the horse to rear up and scream like only a horse could.

AD had been seen now but she wasn’t going to stay where she was. Moving again, she started by going under another horse then breaking into a run toward the burning barn, now more like a bonfire then a building. The roof had collapsed during the fight. Not actually fighting now, she put up her sanctuary so they wouldn't be able to hit her at all now.

Lynthaer lept up as he heard the arrows thud into flesh, followed by two grunts and two thumps hitting the ground. Both sound male, so there was little worry that Aether had been hit. There was a large ring around him now, composed of the people still living. In the short and violent storm of his innitial attack, he had takne out more than half of the village men and women, along with some help from an unseen AD. The rest were no looking as him warrily. He, however, was focussed on the three crossbowmen that knet about sixty paces away from him. They were reloading their weapons, their eyes occasionaly flickering towards Lynth. He didn't have any long range attacks, and he could only throw two weapons.

Lynthaer snarled at the men, and twirled his weapons. He was going to have to dash them, probably taking three bolts while doing so. Fortunately he was imortal, so long as they didn't blast through his head or heart. Other things would grow back. He hoped.

With out anywarnig, Lynth lept forward in the direction of the bowmen, slashing through two women with cleavers and an old man with a dull sword. Their torsos went flying as he began his rush on the bowmen. Two strings twanged, and he felt searing pain in his left knee and the side of his stomash. His leg buckled beneath him, but he snapped his wings open in time to take flight.

Lynthaer was now speeding about two paces off the ground, his left leg dangling painfully below him. The bolt was still lodged in the joint, and Lynth could feal the metal grainting against bone. He gritted his teath against the pain and flew on towards the bowmen. Lynthaer slahsed with his sword as he reached the archers, taking down the one who had grazed his stomach. Their you bastard, he thoguht with satifaction. He heard another twang, very much closer thn the last two. He felt the bones in his right shoulder shatter. Raoring out in pain, Lynthaer dropped to the ground, releasing his sword.

AD skid to a stop before the fire and turned around. She smiled to herself then. Lynthaer was very good at getting everyone to pay attention to him. She took a blade in each hand and closed her eyes to focus. Dark shadows pooled around her feet then rose up in the form of a huge pure black bird, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Rising with the smoke that blotched the sky it gave out a cry like thunder. Folding back its wings it dove at the mass of horses and people moments after Lynthaer had taken wing.

The group scattered, unable to close in around him once more. The huge shadow bird rose up into the air again and started another dive, the sound of thunder-like call drowning out most other noises. It wasn't until then that she opened her eyes once more. Big things like this were hard to do and they never lasted long. AD let her gaze wander over what was quickly becoming a battlefield. Not much blood was actually staining the ground though. She frowned then as she saw another group coming out of the hill from the city. Then she noticed something that made her pause. The shadow illusion bird dissolved, it's time only half spent. She had the feeling she may need that ability again soon. The advantages were failing them... Her nighttime shadows were going to leave her again. Dawn was coming.

With her sanctuary still up she went down the hill, ignoring the men and woman who attempted to strike her down. They noticed her now that she was out in the open, but soon enough they stopped, they always did. It took only a short time for them to figure out that they couldn't actually strike her and often that still worked even after she struck her first blow. They just sort of looked at her, confused.

As lynth lay on the ground, he began mumbling under his breath, trying to cast a spell. He needed to heal himself, and now that part of him was broken, the villagers would be closing in. Fast. He watched them out of the corner of his eye as they cheered towards him, pitchforks waving, torches bright, rusty blades slashing eagerly. Damnit, he thought to himself. He didn't know if he could restore his bones to normal in theamount of time he was given before scewered at the point of a fork. Then, help came once more from Aether. The mob began to scream and point off towards the burning barn, running away from him and whatever they were pointing at.

Lynthaer looked in the direction of their terrified glances, and watched as a huge black form flew towards the towns people. Lynthaer's own eyes widened in surprise, but he turned his gaze away from it. He beleived to be AD's work. Hoped it was.

Lynthaer's hand suddenly glowed with a sickly black light, and was raised to his shoulder. He growled softly as he felt boned rip through already torn muscle and rearrange itself properly. The muscle patched itself up on top of the new skelliton after that, and in lesss than fifteen seconds, the whole shoulder was as good as it was before. Lynthaer looked down at his kneee. Now to mend that. Slowly, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and reached down to the injureds limb. He felt the matel and wood of a cross bow bolt still within his kneee and groaned to himelf. Why do I have to dig the damn thing out, he complained in his head. There was realy nothing else he could do though. With a snarl on his face, Lynth took his free hand and plunged it into his ruined knee. He growled again, thouhg this time it was almost as loud as his roars, as he groped for the bolt. He felt the slipper object, and worked his fingers around it until he had a good grip,. Then he ripped it out.

This time a roar did escape his lips. It echoed, mingling in with the screams of terror. Panting, Lynthaer reached down with his still glowing hand and worked his magic on his knee. As before, the bone and muscle tore trhough and around each other, causing him even more pain in the healing. That was the nature of his healing. Fast and efficient, but not soothing. Very much unlike the healing of clerics and paladins. It got the job done, however, and in a lesser amount of time. Lynthaer pulled his hand back as the sickly light left it and tested his knee quickly. It was till sore, but now could be used. He would ignore the scratch on his side where the second bolt had grazed him.

Lynth noticed that the screams of terror were no longer flying through the night air. Looking around, he saw that the mob was forming again, rushing him....and striking somethi9ng else. e caught a glimpse of what could be AD, but though they were striking at her, he could see no wounds. He smiled at this as he pushed himself to his feat. She was good, he had to admit. And very helpful in a tight spot. Pehaps she could use some help as well. Once more, he muttered under his breatyh, but this time two flaming whips appeared in his hands. His stomach was sated, so now it was time for carange for the sake of carnage. He ran towards the villagers, whips lashing out. He didn't notice the paling horizon.

((OOC: Just remembered she was still chaotic evil in this thread! :lol: ))

The sounds of battle were making her heart pound in her ears. Images of the only other big battle she had been part of flashed through her mind’s eye. Mobs of the living dead had attacked a city she had taken refuge in. They were storming the castle, tearing down walls and the more people that died the more powerful the enemy became… that was before she knew there wasn’t an enemy, or if there was she was part of that too. Anger rose in her chest, anger at these people for attacking her when she once would have helped them. Hatred for their ignorance and for her own inabilities.

If she had bothered to notice the demonic ring around her neck and knew how to tell how the small demon trapped within it felt, she would have sensed it laughing with joy. Her dark aura sprang to full life to the point that black flames seemed to engulf her. With her familiar dagger in one hand and her green hilted elven dagger in the other, she spun them in unison.

“Turin,” She almost hissed the draconic tongue, “clear the way.” The tiny fly dragon zipped out of it’s home in her backpack where it guarded her treasures as if it was his own hoard. The tiny golden dragon spiraled up above her and rained down carefully aimed magic missiles on the fighters between her and Lynthaer. Her sanctuary fell as she struck out with both blades, one for the horse and one for the man who blocked her way. She jumped up behind another one of the riders, killing her with a slash through the spine and stood on the saddle looking for the winged demon she had arrived here with. She saw he was back on his feet. In fact he was running toward them all.

Hopping off the horse she slashed at its flanks. It panicked and ran right through the mob of villagers, no doubt trampling a few. Once more her eyes flickered to the slowly lightening sky. Vampires couldn’t be in the sun… but where had Lynthaer’s things gone to? His hooded cloak and mask were beyond her sight. She hoped he knew where they were.

She turned away, to dodge a blow as the fool yelled a war cry that would have hit her otherwise. It seemed someone finally noticed she might be hit by a blow now. She caught the blow with a raised arm, her elven blade laying flat against her arm and causing the strike to glace down her arm and off her elbow toward the ground. It was only too easy to bring the other dagger around to kill the attacker on their now exposed side and back. Only after the foe had fell did she see it had been a young woman, nearly her own age. She took a few steps back, not sure what to make of that, and then moved sideways as Turin’s magic missile struck another. Shaking her head slightly she raised her blades defensively again. There was still more people out her trying to kill them.

Lynthaer roared loudly as he met the mob, his flaming lashes ripping their way through flesh and bone. He was in a blood lust now. He had already had enough fluid to fill him, but his mind was gone. he wanted to kill. He wanted bodies layign in chared piles that could be seen for miles. He wanted ever last one of them to die. The red glow of his eyes began to pulse at a rapidly increasing rythm, replacing the beating of a dead heart. Long white teath seemed to golow with deomic fire, and his dark aura was pulsing as well. he could feel Shlarthæran within him, his own lust rising. He could clearly feal the single chain wrapped around his left arm, a sign of the Kyton within him.

"To the abyss I send your pathetic souls," he cried out suddenly. Looking around him, he noticed a woman actualy dogding his whips. She held a sword, ready to leap forward at him. His smile widened, and he bent down, ripping her torso away from her waist with his mouth.

It was at this unfortunate moment that he felt a burning on his back. Whipping around, Lynth cuaght the site of his doom at this glorious moment. He had neglected the rising sun, and it was going to catch him, turning the mighty vampiric half demon inot a smoldering pile of ashes. He snarled at the rapidly lightening sky and took one last swipe at the villagers around him before running. he needed to find his clothes and transform within at least a minute or he was dead. For good this time.

Most of them had turned once more on Lynthaer, not seeing her as much as a threat as the demon was. She didn’t blame them, he could take more then she would be able to manage, but it was their own fault that her blades took their lives while they weren’t looking at her. She paused to catch her breath when she heard the abyss mentioned. She looked up and saw that she had managed to close the gap between her and Lynthaer, the mob wasn’t going between them anymore. She also saw him take down a woman who was getting too close with a bite. Quite suddenly, he spun about and just now seemed to notice the sun was rising. She caught her breath and looked around her quickly. Time, how much time? She was horrible with time… No one had anything large enough to cover him… For a moment a sense of helplessness flooded over her, rooting her in place. Was he bound to die with her right there, again?

“No.” She ordered herself and shoved past a man who was attempting to get on a horse. Lynthaer had started to run from the light, but they thought he was running from them. A shout of triumph filled the air for only a moment before a voice rang out “Ready, fire!” Arrows zipped past as she took off after him. The ground abruptly leapt at her shortly there after and in attempting to get to her feet a sharp pain ran up her leg. Only for a moment was she in shock and then determination set in. Once more her sanctuary sprang to life about her and her gaze went to Lynthaer.

The huge black bird she had made before came to life once more, raw shadows. She abandoned the noise this time, as she needed the shadows themselves more. It dove at the villagers in hopes of scattering them again and then turned directly toward Lynthaer where it landed between him and the sun. She had it spread it’s wings in order to cast shadow over him and half of the area. Aether closed her eyes as her focus wavered. She focused on blanketing as much of the area as she could in shadow. How long she had was unknown, but she hoped it would be enough, it had to be enough.

Lynthaer pumped his legs as he began to shrink into an elven form. His eyes were burning from the light, and so was the rest of his body. Smoke was beggining to rise from him now as the edge of the sun began to peak over the horizon. Lynthaer could feal his skin burning and smoldering. In a couple more sconds, he would burst into flames and be gone for good. His watering eyes searched franticly for his shirt, cloak, mask,hat, and boots. He began shaking as panic started to take over, eyes twitching every possible way. From behind him he heard chears, then the sharp pang of bow strings. his baody was peirced with many more sharp needles of pain as he felt the arrows enter him. He muttered in a gutteral tone, bringing forth his twisted healing powers and running his hands over his body. The pain eased, and his skin melded together for the barest moment before the sun's light hit him again.

There. His eyes spotted the small pile of clothes not ten paces away. Lynth leapt towards them with his remaing strength as he was suddenly bathed in shadow. He looked up quickly to see the monstrous balck bird AD had conjured a while ago. Once more he offered a mental thanks to her. He would have to repay her someday. As he looked at it though, he saw a slight waver and frowned. He was deffinately not the only one to be sufffering. With a snarl, Lynthaer began to throw his clothes on, welcoming the cool touch of the cloth. In seconds, he had his tunic on, along with his hat and boots. Reclasping his cloak, he placed his mask on last. He took an uneaded breath as he was once more safe. Now time to help Aether.

Lynthaer whirled arond, his sword sheathed on his back, but scythe still out and burning. He was still aching from the sunlight and using magic, but he thought he could rush back in for a moment. Luckily, the burning weapon spell did not draw on him, but sustained itself. He began to run back towards the whooping villagers, who were very quickly approaching Aether. he did not know about her sanctuary, and thought that if they reached her, she was done for. He reached her before they did, however, and placed himself between them and AD.

"You can run when your ready, AD." he said to her, waiting for the running villagers.

Aether Draka was startled by Lynthaer’s voice and lost her concentration on the shadow. The early morning sunlight soon flooded the area as the shadows faded away. He had found his things and Turin soon zipped past him to try and help out AD. She dropped her sanctuary and looked down at the arrow in her leg.

“You have to remove it before I can heal it!” Turin told her telepathically. Twisting around to look at it she broke the fletching end off and pulled the shaft out. It stung for only a moment before Turin started to heal it.

“Can you do that while I get out of here?” she asked the fly dragon in draconic, reading herself to get up.

“If you don’t mind it hurting while you do so.” Turin said and shook his head. He wasn’t happy with the idea. AD nodded and got to her feet. She wished she had wings then, more then anything wings would be so incredibly helpful. She almost fell again, but she could also feel the strange warm sensation of the heal spell through the sharper pain. The next best thing would be a horse, if she knew how to catch one it could be helpful. There weren’t many left now though, and still no centaurs…

She started back toward the forest, with a limp at first, but as Turin healed the wound she got faster until she was up the hill and past the smoldering remains of the barn. She paused at the top of the hill and looked around in hopes of spotting a horse without a rider. She saw the charred remains of some in the heap that had been a barn. Looking back to see if Lynthaer was following she saw that more villagers were massing. If she and Lynth did this again they would need more people then just the two of them, though Lynthaer was very much a small army all on his own.

After making sure she wasn’t leaving her friend behind, she would make a beeline for the shelter of the forests once more. All this open ground made her nervous as it offered few shadows for her use.

Lynth met the villagers with the same flaming fury as before. Only this time he was mach smaller, and much faster. He whirled in a maestrom of fire and steel, snarl hidden by the grinning mask. He took his attention off of AD completely, putting it on the goal of keeping these mad villagers away from her. the ywere happy enough to oblige, and quickly began to encirlce him. He let them, and soon his snarl was replaced by the maniacle grin. They had almost had him once and they lost it. Then they had turned on AD. Big mistake. The reason for the grin was for this mistake. Lynthaer had realized not too long ago that AD would probably be the only person he would ever protect willingly, and that meant that she would get all of his protection.

Lynth took a second to look away from the battle towards where Aether had been last. She was not there any more. Instead, she was limping away quickly in the direction of the forest. Smart girl. The same one who had not fled in terror when he had been walking the streets of Taras. He still thanked her for that.

With a roar fit t=for his demonic form, Lynthaer hurld himself through the barrier of men and women. The lept back in supprise, giving him an easy way through. Taking this route, he sprinted up to her. Quickly, he resheathed his scythe on his back and muttered his dark healing. the blck light quickly lept to his hands, and as he reached her, one arm shot towards her leg, hovering beside it. He felt the presence of another healing and withdrew his quickly. If it was healing of Light, they would work against each other, and he could not yet tell what it felt like.

"You, young miss, need to choose your friends more wisely," he sagt as he ran along beside her.

The forest was a bit further away then she expected it to be. She wondered about why that would be when she realized it was because Lynthaer had flown them out here. She wasn’t running away without thinking about it though. She had the advantage in the forest. Shadows abound and branches created ample cover. No one can stumble over you by accident if you’re up in tree. Lynthaer caught up quickly enough, so she risked glancing back to see if they were being followed or not. It would be easy enough for them to get on their horses and catch up, but they could just as easily cut their losses and take care of the injured and bury their dead. But people were foolish sometimes and they might think that they could beat them now just because they were running away. When Lynthaer spoke, she was surprised by the comment. So surprised in fact that she nearly fell. She would have if Turin hadn’t finished healing her leg. She had hurt that leg before and remembered that healing had taken linger. The injury still stung a bit. Turin flew up to her shoulder and tucked himself in under her hair at the base of her neck. She had never even thought one could actually choose friend, or even that there was an option. She just tended to stay around people and places that accepted her. She wasn’t going to stay long in a place or with someone who was always trying to kill her. She didn’t mind so much if they were different someones… but still.

“What do you mean, choose my friends?” She asked, her confusion and surprise plainly in her voice. “I didn’t even know I had a choice. Besides, you were only the third person I met since coming to Imythess.” It was hard to run and talk though, so she saved her breath for running.

Thinking back to how she came to Imythess in the first place she began to wonder. Had her grandmother sent someone else to bring her back, or perhaps just to keep an eye on her. Ki-Chel had told Aether that she had been marked, that she had claim on her soul. But what if… a terrible thought crossed her mind. What if her grandmother was the one who brought Lynthaer back? Was her grandmother using him? No, it couldn’t be. She wouldn’t have made him a vampire, she would have just given him a new demonic form, wouldn’t she? But Lynthaer hadn’t answered her question about how he had come back.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another’s then. Turin sent her a warning. “We’re being followed.” Not wanting to waist time looking back, as she couldn’t outrun a horse anyways, she sped up. Sprinting for the trees would give her an advantage, then it wouldn’t matter how many there were.

Lynthaer pumped his leg muscles as he kept pace with Aether. It wasn't all that hard, since he was an undead demon, he had an almost inexhuastible amount of energy. NOw AD on the other hand..well, he had never seen her exhuast her energy, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible. He made sure to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't fall behind. No point in saving her life only to let her be trampled byu a rushing mob of very upset villagers. Quite a waist of effort, realy. Lynthaer was not one that liked to waist effort either. No, not when he had certain plans in mind. Like his father. Behind the mask, Lynthaer's mind wandered back to his "family". They had forsaken him. Chased him out as these very villagers were doing. Rage boiled in him for a breif moment. Oh, he had plans. He had begun them the moment he was banished. They would pay with fire and blood. Oh yes, there would be pain, for they knew what they had done. He had had a great mind, kean and kunning, able to think around corners quickly, and they had thrown it away.

His mind smapped back to the present in a flash, the thoughts that had only taken a moment vanishing inot the recess of a dead mind. He heard AD's comment and smirked. "One always has a choice, deary. NOw trying to run from me instead of sticking around, that is my choice to stay. And you would have a hard time to get away from me, Aether. Of course, joining me on the way to this village..that is where the choice here comes in." His smiled widened. "I have a tendencey to anger people now and then. That is where you should be careful."

His midn returned to his family for a second before switching back. he needed to think about that when he was in a safer place. Especially when there weren't riders behind him. Lynthaer could hear the steady hoof beats coming closer, and frustration shot through him. he was retreating for once in his life. The irony made him smile a bit, but it did not distract him. Could they not allow him to escape easily. Apperently not. The crazed look returned behind the mask. Once more he would have to make them pay. Without skipping a beat, he spoke to Aether one more time. "Carry on to the woods without me. I am going to settle a score with some not so intelligent peopole very quickly, then meet you there. Shouldn't take more than a minute, deary." With that said, he lept backwards suddenly and twisted, bringing out his great sword.

Aether Draka really didn’t know what to say to him about choices. She had never even realized she had such a thing. Those were reserved for the common people like those behind them… but perhaps that wasn’t true. She had always thought she had to be guided, that she didn’t know what the right way was and what the wrong way was, so she followed what Raven and the monks had taught her. She paid back her debts, she helped those who helped her, but she was often guilt driven with that. That perhaps she had done something wrong. She didn’t have a place in this world as far as she knew. Deep in her mind she feared that perhaps she wasn’t even supposed to be living now anyways. Angry with herself for thinking that she shoved all those thoughts away and continued to run. Hunger was starting to pull at the back of her mind as she ran. She needed the forest even more now. She needed to renew her energy. Then, Lynthaer said he would meet her there and was gone. She slowed, turning around as her mind raced for something to say in response. She had nothing though and the pursuers where nearly upon them.

She turned back to the forest and ran, doing as Lynthaer had told her to. The shade there was welcoming, but she didn’t stay on the ground. She made her way up into the branches and looked around as hunger started to claw at her mind again. She had done too much, but she had to. She couldn’t stand the thought of Lynthaer actually dieing, not when he had already died once. She wasn’t sure about him making her angry… unless he was working for her grandmother… but no, then AD would be mad at her grandmother for using him. She hadn’t been mad at Alexander when he brought her to her grandmother in the first place. He had promised her safety when he gave her the ring she wore around her neck. It was an empty promise, but she didn’t want to let that go.

Her gaze went back to Lynthaer and she hesitated… He would be fine, he was stronger then she was, more demonic then she was. He had the better chance. Feeling guilty about leaving him to fight, even if he had wanted to, made her start to sulk. AD didn’t like being on her own. She was too forgetful and never felt like she belonged anywhere.

Food… hunger clawed once more at her mind and she sighed. She didn’t want to loose her mind to that hunger again. Perhaps she should have taken the time to get some meat during the fight… If she didn’t find anything in the forest, perhaps she could eat whatever was left of Lynthaer’s killings… That sort of felt like using him though. She needed to find her own food. Aether Draka made her way deeper into the forest hoping to find her own source of fresh meat before hunger stole her mind again. Sometimes she wondered if sleeping would be better then this, but she didn't sleep.

Lynthaer faced the oncoming trio of riders, his great sword in hand and the power to bring it to flames on his tongue. His eyes flared in anger and twisted glee as he watched the fast closing gap between him and the party, though it was still great. As he looked on, the rear of his mind took a trip to his past. The riders suddenly became ten, and were dressed with the Faust family crest. He blinked for a moment, confused, then looked down at himself. He was elf still, but not dressed in black. In fact, his skin was open to rays of the sun completely, yet he was not burning. He recognized what this wasd and shook his head. For some reason he was revisiting his banishment. Not now. NO! He did not want to see it again. Not after all these years. Within him, he felt the slow rising of a fire, and those thoughts melted. Voices replaced them, and thoguh they were barely whispers, there sound was loud and sharp to Lynth. They were the voices of his madness, his ultimate sanity gone wrong. Blood so sweet so red the blood sings blood screams sing the screams scream the song songs of blood. He began to shake violently as he was brought back inot reality. Not totaly however. No, now the three riders were his father's guards. A cold calm settled over him, a strange part of his madness. His madness was a strange one itself, for it was a lapse into utter sanity that took control. While he was like this, he was all but flawless. His eyes began to beat in their tell tell way, and he began to take his steps towards the riders. Slowly at first, but picking up speed, he began his own suicidal rush towards men. His eyes began to look inot both world at once, and he saw his banishment day and his opponents meld together.

"It is fit for young men such as yourself to leave their homes and search the world Lynthaer." Lynth growled as he heard the words once more, an echoe of his past. "It is also fit that the parents of these young men and women should try their best not to interfere with the adventuring, and the wandering do not often return home." Lynthaer remembered seeing through the ruse so easily. His father must have been upset or overly eager, for he had been a brilliant speaker. yet he had not fooled Lynth. Lynthaer began to witness the very happening on that day through his minds eye while his physical ones focused the hate towards the riders. In an instant, they became the Dead, the family that had tossed Lynthaer aside. A low rumble heard by only Lynthaer himself issued from his soul. Shlarthæran awoke at this, and Lynthaer could feal the confusion and excitemnt from the Kyton. He had never witnessed Lynthaer in the madness.

With his eyes locked onto the riders, and him running full speed at them, the gap closed amazingly fast. Lynthaer uttered his gutteral speach which ignited his weapon. With thaty done, he dropped to the ground and slid along the cool grass still approaching the horse's and their riders at a great speed. the horses, seeing an insane creature qweilding a buring stick of metal, did what most of their species would do in such a bind. They began to skid a rear up in fright. Lynthaer slid strait through a gap between two, and with a sudden swing of his weapon, sheared the rear legs of the right outer animal off. The beast fell almost imidiatley, cruching its rider as it roled in pain. Lynthaer kept sliding until he was ten paces awya, then lept back to his feat. He turned in a n instant, facing the remaining riders, who were still attempting to bring their beasts under reign. Lynthaer did not wait to play games as he would have normaly done. He instead began to walk briskly towards them, sword ready to rip through mans' flesh.

The men finaly get their beasts under reign as Lynthaer reaches them, and realize their fate soon there after. Lynthaer dispenses with all his formalities and mind games, ripping strate through the first man he reaches. The man's head falls to the ground as Lynthaer turns to ther other. His eyes were wide with fright at the thing before him. Lynthaer holds his gaze for a sceond, then dispenses with him in the smae manner. he stands silent as the two now riderless horses rush back to the village. His rage is up, and the only thing on his midn is to kill. Lynthaer remebers that there is a small girl in the forest, witing for him. His hand tightens around his swrod for a moment as Shlarthæran leaps into his mind.

"Finaly, you let your pitiful guard down. I have been waiting for a moment like this since I bonded with you." Lynthaer was still silent in his madness, but his rage slowly turned towards the Kyton. "You have made me slave too long, you foolish half bread. I did not bond with you to bow to your every command. No, I wnated to rule you. As a fittign punishment to you little sharade, I think your friend has outlived her time." With that, Shlarthæran began to walk towards the woods, eyes locked onto AD.

The shadows had always been her allies, even if hunger was her foe. Draining her mana like that proved in fact that she had mana to begin with. AD could use magic. Seele had been right… She had also learned that her dark side ruled her body and now, it was hungry. Without meaning to she had completely forgotten about Lynthaer in a desperate search for actual food. She remembered something like this, feeling like this before. When had it been? With a slow realization she knew it had been when Raven had left her on her own. What power did that angel have over her that had stopped this reaction before? She felt like she was in a fog, her gaze searching for life in the shifting form of the forest as she moved through it. Berries or tubers wouldn’t serve this hunger… A soft sound above her made her pause. Feathers… a bird! She was suddenly in the tree, her eyes darting around for the bird. Hunger was not clawing at her mind by now, but actually feeding off her sporadic thoughts.

She pulled out her throwing dagger and froze; the bird was there, on a nest… then, it wasn’t. It was pinned to a branch further behind it by a well-aimed dagger. AD went over and retreated the bird. Pausing to look in the nest she saw about three nearly grown checks. With a grin she swiftly killed them and devoured the birds, bones, feathers and all. She continued to search for more food for a bit as she digested her “meal”.

Lynthaer was bound by two different entities as his body moved without his control. His madness was the one controling him, while his bonded demon was taking control of his body. He could still see through his eyes as they searched for the woman who had accomanied him here. Lynthaer growled within himself, fulled by the hate of Madness. As he lay at the bottom of his soul, the Madness turned to look at him. The hate is good, is it not? lynthaer looked at it in turn. he had not known that this thing within him, dormant for so long, had had a mind of its own. Of course I do. It smiled at him, the same smile Lynth wore when he was killing. I am you. I am ultimate sanity, a creature of your creation. A look of rage flashed across its face. However, this demon of yours is an intruder in my territory. Our territory. he must be taught a lesson. Yes, he must, Lynthaer responded.

To entities of Lynthaer and the Madness grasped hands and rose upward through Lynthaer's twisted remnant of a soul. Shlarthæran was oblivious to the the two rising, continueing with his search of AD. There, high above the ground he saw her. He frowned with lynthaer's face as he watched her devour the contents of a bird's nest in a gruesome display. "So this is your little friend? An easy kill."

((OOC: as you left, I’m going to assume he didn’t speak out loud. Also, I want to make sure it’s noted that she is also only a 3rd Level Shadowdancer in this thread))

AD didn’t realize she was being tracked. In truth she didn’t realize much of anything. Aether Draka’s cognitive mind would have retreated from her hunger if given a choice. She had no choice though and it simply swallowed her thoughts as soon as they came into being. Her body gaining fuel from her thoughts now that it’s magical power was depleted. In all truth it would be incredibly smart for her to eat a regulated set of meals, just the normal every day food that most people ate. Doing so would regulate her powers more evenly and she would find that magic would become easy to learn and that her hunger would never attack her mind again. She had never put much thought into why this happened though. Instead she didn’t eat nearly as much as she should and her hunger fed of as much of her magic as it could without draining it to nothing before it turned on her and decided to hunt for itself.

She rose to stand on the branch by the now empty nest. She glanced toward the tree next to this one and followed the branch out to the end before grasping and pulling herself up into the next tree. She paused there for a moment and then moved very quickly down the tree branches using AD’s agility at its best. Dropping out of that tree to the shadows at its base, she paused and the shadows seemed to swallow her whole. She was invisible from sight and sound now. The shadows liked her this way, as it was nearly a symbiotic relationship when AD no longer though, when her will didn’t get in the way…

Instinctually, she glanced around in the silence and saw a large form near a tree. She didn’t recognize the creature or that she had just been in that particular tree. It was a large creature and if it was a hunter too perhaps she should seek a pray she could understand. Normal fauna and even an unwary traveler or more were easy pray to her in this state. This one she wasn’t quite sure… A test then.

AD rose to her feet from the crouch she had been unseen in, the shadows stirred about her feet as if unwilling to let her go. She had moved though and so she could be seen in that moment. Her nearly blank eyes looked toward Lynthaer without a trace of recognition. There was barely a thought in her blank gaze. In fact only one thought crossed her mind then. ‘Can I eat it?’

Deep in her mind, AD noticed something… in a blurred and foggy sort of way. She saw a figure she recognized and idly wondered if her mind was conjuring her images or if that really was Lynthaer. That thought didn’t last long though, but was devoured by her hunger. It wasn’t devoured as quickly as the ones before it though. The food in her stomach was starting to draw her hunger away from her mind. Her magic was drawing off it too though and it slowed the process down. The next though was dedicated more to time then to Lynthaer then. A feeble attempt to remember how long it had been since she had turned from the plains in search of food.

Shlarthæran looked up at AD with interest as she peered down at him in turn. SO this was his little friend. A pathetic girl with a meddly of strange bloods who feasted upon raw material. Not that he'd expect much more from Lynthaer. The man was a failure, refusing to let the Kyton advise or control. He would enjoy making him pay. Searching through the small amount of Lynthaer's spells, he diecided upon the flame whip. It had the longest reach so far. Shlarthæran muttered the words in his own harsh tongue, and a whip of black flame appeared in his hands. He looked at it for the barest of moments, noticing the change of color. It must be induced by the different language.

He turned his atteniton back to the little girl and smile behind Lynthaer's mask. "Hello there pretty girl. Would you like to play?" The voice that issued out of the mouth was not Lynth's, but a scratching, horrid, whisper like voice. he rasied the whip and lashed out at the tree branch with it, purposely avoiding Aether, but coming close enough to perhaps singe her.

(Looks at short post with shame)

AD looked at him, his words and voice reaching her mind almost proving that it wasn’t who she thought it was. She had nearly convinced herself it was a hunger induced illusion, perhaps something akin to the illusions she summoned out of the shadows, until the moment that her hunger actually moved her away from this threat. Realizing was the first shock, it meant the hunger was ebbing, that she was regaining control. Having her instincts react was the second. The image was fairly clear, a bit blurred but definitely identifiable as Lynthaer, but it also wasn’t him. It didn’t act like him or sound like him. AD knew Lynthaer’s voice. Still though, she had yet to regain any control of her body, though she was starting to feel things once more.

As the black whip lashed out at her and instinctually she moved away. She jumped back about three feet, landing on the ground with an identifiable thump of her feet that seemed. AD felt that this sound was not favorable to her hunger. Silently she begged for her to regain control quickly. She hated that she was just a passenger behind the windows of her eyes, now of all times.

Anger flashed across her face and her unholy aura sprang to life, the tattoo of still black flame that followed the full length of her spine flickering like black fire even though it was mostly hidden under her clothing. She bared her practically unnoticeable fangs at him. They were nothing compared to any hunters, let alone Lynthaer’s vampiric fangs. She was ready to grab her daggers too, her fingers nearly itching to grab the very familiar weapons. She paused for a breath though, the shadows starting to pool about her even though she was now in a splash of sunlight.

Shalrthæran smiled as AD lept back. Good to know he could play with the little welp for a while, letting Lynthaer savor the anguish of watching his only possible friend die. He was still oblivious to the rising Lynthaer and Madness, relishing the feeling of control over Lynth's body. Slowly, he began to advance on Aether, black flames trailing from his hand as approached. He whipsered to her in a mock genlte voice. "It's alright little one. I don't want to hurt you. No, only make you feel an unbearable amount of pain." He began to twirl the whip, making it dance in circles in front of him. "Just stay still so I don't have to try too hard." With that, he lashed out suddenly again, this time aiming for AD's head.

Lynthaer growled deep within himself, rising fast, the Madness beside him. He was sick and tired of the usurping demon who thought he could just take over Lynth whenever he felt like it. It didn't help that Shlarthæran was now trying to kill AD. Lynthaer snarled as he rose, smashing inot the entity within his body that was the Kyton, suprising the demon so much that the body was without a controler for a breif moment. Lynthaer's body jerked suddenly, sendling hs attack on AD wide.

Shlarthæran snarled at his two foes within the body. At this time, he was much more powerful than either of them were, for he still retained control over the body, but it didn't help that the other two entities were now attacking him. Behind Lynthaer's mask, Shlarthæras was snarling with rage. he attention was taken from AD as he faught to assert his dominance in the body.

Aether Draka was now hovering between awareness and oblivion, similar to what it feels like being woken up after being awake too long and just getting to sleep. The first emotion she felt was rage. The voice, that voice did NOT belong to Lynthaer. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that this person before her, mockingly dressed up in Lynthaer’s mask and cloak, even his scent and the smells of fire and blood… it was not Lynthaer and she was pissed off at the fact. She took a step back when he went to attack her again and her rage turned on the hand that held the fire whip. In his distraction, the attack went wide, but it brought her a focus for her anger.

She didn’t notice the strange tingling feeling in her fingers and toes as she regained control of herself. It was a warning that she hadn’t eaten enough to sustain anything too big or too powerful. She simply hadn’t managed to find enough food to satisfy her hunger, just enough to regain her control while her hunger set itself upon her small meal.

Without thinking about what she was doing, AD leapt in to attack. She didn’t draw her blades and she didn’t draw on what little magic she had. She focused her attack at the arm that held the whip, his arm just above the wrist. AD attempted to bite him in order to rid him of the weapon.

((OOC: yes, AD’s trying to bite him. :lol: ))

The body is mine, you foolish beast Shlarthæran raged at Lynthaer inside the body. Lynthaer shook his head, his old smile on his face. I beg to differ, Kyton he spat back at the demon. The madness mearly cackled within Lynthaer, loving the dissension. In the physical world, Shlarthæran was having a hard tie bringing the body back under his control. Lynthaer was gaining control of limbs randomly, and when Sharthæran was able to assert his control over them, a new one would be lost. For a moment, Lynth saw through the eyes long enough to see AD set her teeth into his left arm. Smiling, he let Shlarthæran gain control of that particular part.

Shlarthæran, locked in battle with Lynthaer and the occasional input of the madness, did not notice Aether until her teath were set firmly in him. He roared with Lynthaer's voice, pain searing up his arm. Within the body, Lynth began luaghing at him. You see, he said, I not only have allies within, but without as well. Shlarthæran growled at him and and smacked at AD with his free hand.

As AD bit into his arm her senses were nearly overwhelmed with the taste and smell of his blood. She didn’t know why she had reacted that way, but it had been in anger. She recognized the blood though. It was very difficult for someone to have the same blood as someone else, even if they were shapeshifters or it was an illusion. This was Lynthaer’s body then, taken over somehow? For a moment her mind raced. Was it a mage doing it from a distance? A necromancer who had brought him back? Or was it something else?

A sharp blow from his other hand stunned her slightly and with her ears ringing a bit she found herself stumbling back, her bite released. She felt a bit dizzy and promptly landed on her butt. Shaking her head to clear it she wiped the blood off her chin and looked up at him. She needed a plan. She didn’t want to seriously injure her friend after all…

An idea sprang to mind then and she pulled herself up. She didn’t know if it would work. She called the shadows about them, plunging both of them into a tentative darkness. Her magic was still not back to full power. Raising her hand before her she readied a spell and spoke sharply to the being, whom ever he was, that had taken control of Lynthaer.

“Release Lynthaer from your control, right now, or you will regret it. I want the next voice I hear to be his, not yours!” Aether Draka demanded. She hadn’t yet noticed that she was probably still too close to him, within arms reach but probably too close for the whip to be very effective. ((if the whip is still there…?))

((OOC: on another note... sort of, AD does have a plan that I think you might like if you decide to have Shlarthæran speek instead of Lynthaer! She is sort of bluffing and she's making it up as she goes! :lol: ))

(the whip is still there)

Shlarthæran snarled at Lynthaer and the Madness. SInce he still controled the body, it game him a certain dominance over the other two, thus giving him a huge uperhand. The only way he had gottne it in the first place was becuase Lynthaer had been over whelmed by the power of the Madness. Now that he was incontrol, he faught hard against the other tow, and they wer unable to bring him down. Lynthaer was only bharely clinging to the control over the left arm.

Shlarthæran turned his attention to the physical and AD. Smiling behind he mask, he spoke. "Let us see what you can do, my puny little friend. Lynthaer is gaining anymore control over this body anymore. It is mine now." He stayed his hand, not lashing at her with the whip. he wanted to see what the girl would do.

Within the body, Lynth was running over what he could do with a single arm. From what he coudl tell there was nothing. Then the madness spoke up. What of the ceertain artifgacts you gained from the priest. Lynthaer looiked at him in confusion, then realization. It would work no doubt, but the pain would be enormous. His sick smile crossed his face. It would also be sweet.

(short, I know)

((short isn't bad, as long as it's more then a few words of something.))

“I’m not your friend.” Aether Draka almost hissed at the demon that was clearly taking over Lynthaer’s body. He admitted it, didn't he? She had doubted he would take her on her words alone, but just because she was not as demonic as him didn’t mean she couldn’t handle herself. She had been trained to fight demons and their kind by Raven after all, even if she hadn’t done that in a few years. “Alright.” AD said, and raised her hand toward the demon hiding in Lynthaer’s form, behind her friend’s mask and cloak. “You asked for it.” Taking a breath she switched languages, making a bit of a show in hopes that it would work. The next words might hurt him anyways, as they were pure and musical celestial.

“I bear a gift for this Demon of Hell that stands before me, a gift of Purity and blinding Heavenly Light!” She had no such thing, but used it in hopes that this time her light spell would work. She cast the simple spell as she spoke the word ‘Light’, attempting to make the light as bright as possible. It wouldn’t hurt him, it was nothing like daylight. It was just a simple and for her really didn’t help any with seeing as she could see fine in the dark. The object she cast the spell on? Lynthaer’s mask. She then touched the dagger tattoo and poured her threads of remaining power into her Sanctuary. Then she called out in draconic for the tiny fly dragon and ordered him to cast Heal on Lynthaer should things become worse. She knew Healing magic was actually harmful to the undead…

If this didn’t work she was ready to run. She would have to. Aether Draka was running too low on any sort of power and she had no idea how long she could hold on to her sanctuary. She also couldn’t risk her hunger grasping her again, not now. She had no idea what she would do then… She thought to herself, just in case, reminding herself to ‘not eat friends’.

Shlarthæran smiled as AD began her ritual. He had no fear of what the girl could do. he could, after all, search through Lynthaer's memories and find out if there was a hint of fear about what she was cappable of. He had found nothing. He did flinch for a moment when she began to speak in the tongues of the Celestials. Her voice, however, didn't carry enough truth and light in it to actual cause him the slightest bit of pain, though the soind was extremely annoying.

Thanks to AD, Shlarthæran was utterly oblivious to what Lynth planned to do. He still reganed control over the left arm, but was holding it still at his side. he didn't want to make his move until he knew what AD was diong. She might just unkowingly help him with his plan. The Madness looked at him for a moment and spoke. You trust amother being after what your blood has done? Lynthaer smiled. I hadn't planned on it. However, Aether is something that one cannot actualy plan for. The Madness paused. You must let me speak with her sometime. She will questin you dry, he responded.

Shlarthæran waited as Aether finished her incantation. Nothing happened to him. He raised an eyebrow behind the mask before speaking. "I see you are not one that is very good with spur of the moment gifts. I, however, am, and will politely fullfill my promise of a gift to you." He took a step forward, then the blackened leather upon his stolen face exploded in light. He roared out in surprise and pain, shutting his eyes against what AD had conjured.

Lynthaer felt his eyes being seared with the light Aether had made his mask glow with, and he made his move, once again thanking AD for her wonderful gift of saving him from somethign he shouldn't have gotten into. His bodies left arm shot into his cloak and grasped the handle of a holy relic he had taken from a preist who had decided he should exist. It was a blessed stake, one of three he had taken. They would not only cuase physical pain, but the holy powers would sear any unholy presence it injured. Using his left arm, he brought the stake out and plunged it into his right shoulder.

The pain was sudden and almost unbearable. Shlarthæran, Lynthaer, and the madness all screamed from the same mouth at once, each voice distiguishable in the roar. All control ovr the body was relinquished, and it collapsed to the ground, still screaming. Within it, Shlarthæran looked at Lynthaer in astonishment. What have you done? Lynthaer smiled his sickly grin and responded. Took back what was mine! He rose to the surface as fast as he could, leaving the Kyton to wrestle with the Madness who had just attacked.

His body spasmed as he regained control. Panting he pulled himself to his knees and looked at AD through burning eyes in the still bright mask. "his glow is getting rather annoying now. Would you mind removing it?"

AD hadn’t been expecting that, but she hadn’t really been expecting anything. As his form collapsed to the ground she blinked in surprise and rose her hand in a signal for Turin, for him not to do anything. The tiny dragon landed on her hand and she didn’t bother looking at him. She felt him wrap about her wrist like a living bracelet as the demonic howl echoed through the forest. Absently her other hand grasped the silver ring suspended on a gain about her neck. As she touched the ring it felt warm, nearly hot to the touch. She let it go and the sanctuary fell away from her. She was compelled forward as he struggled to move, part of her wondering who was in charge of his body now.

Lynthaer’s voice was the one that spoke to her and what he asked of her was something she didn’t actually know how to do. “I can’t. I don’t know how…” Her voice was nearly desperate as she racked her mind for a solution. “I can dim it, but I think is will still glow softly for a few hours at least. It’s daylight though. It should be gone by night…” She reached out and touched the mask, urging the very bright light to dim to a very soft glow, almost a shimmer. She felt a bit dizzy as she finished, her powers shifting and her hunger warning her in the back of her mind that she had yet to eat enough to use magic like that. Her hand dropped heavily to her side. On her other wrist the tiny fly dragon zipped off her arm and up onto her shoulder, peering at Lynthaer with bright and intelligent eyes from it’s perch.

Her mind spun with the dizziness, her questions blurring. There was too many… and she was hungry. She felt it there in the back of her mind, lurking, urging her to just keep moving, like she always kept moving. She was told to just leave before things become more complicated. She didn’t need this. She should have just left him. AD closed her eyes and thought hard, [b]No[.b]. Angrily she shoved those thoughts away, shoved even the hunger away. She knew the hunger would come back even stronger now. The uneasy peace between her two sides had shifted somehow. There was something wrong again. She shoved it all away though, not wanting to think about it. Opening her eyes again, the dizziness gone, she looked at Lynthaer and asked one question that quickly became two, then three, and then part of a statement.

“Lynthaer… Are you alright? What happened? Who was that? I didn’t know half-demons could be possessed…” She trailed off, realizing she didn’t have the time for all of the answers, let alone the questions. Where did the other come from? What sort of demon was that? It had been a demon, hadn’t it? How did he gain control? What did Lynthaer just stab himself with? Atop of all that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry now that she had heard his voice coming from his body again. She felt torn in two and she had a lingering thought to just wander off to hunt in order to make any sense of it. One question first, an important question, “Are you alright?” She repeated, her voice softer and a bit strained.

Lynthaer knelt, gasping as AD touched his mask. He supposed she was trying to dim the light, but he couldn't tell a difference. He shut his eyes against the burning light. it was bad enough having to deal with the sun, but this. Well, if she hadn't, he might not have been able to attack himself. Speaking of which, his shoulder was still screaming in pain. Panting, he reached up to the stake, and with a vengeance, twisted deeper in. He growled against the pain, teeth gritted. "Bastard," he spat through tight lips. Holding it in for a moment, he wrenched it out suddenly. The relief was instanteanious.

He dropped the blessed stake upon the ground, breathing easier. He heard AD ask him a question and paused before answering. "Not possessed really. I'm already sharing my body with another demon. The chain around my left arm is part of the bond. Unfortuneately, this demon does not know his place. Thus the stake."

Aether Draka had never thought of that. She supposed it had to make some sense though and she wondered if she had come across it before or not. She did remember someone else with chains… but that was before she had met Lynthaer though and he had more of them… Her hunger warned her again, it’s claws seeming more impatient. She pushed it aside gently, like someone might do to an impatient child while they were busy with something, knowing that that wouldn’t stop the insistency of it.

“Oh... I don’t like him.” AD said quietly and very seriously. “I hope it hurt him more then you.” In truth she was hoping the demon would have left Lynthaer’s form so she could kill it, or actually, send it back to the Abyss. True demons don’t die in this world, they are just sent back. So even if Lynthaer was killed, it would still live, or that was at least how she understood demons to work. It was a liar though, by taking control of his body, and it had caused Lynthaer pain. So she hated it. She felt her hunger again then and shook her head, asking it to wait a bit, please… she felt it tell her, 'No. Food. Now.'

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” She said, abruptly turning away even though she wanted to know more. She wanted to ask about how and why, all she could think of… but she couldn’t. AD started moving quickly away, not quite running. Food was the only thought on her mind, she need to eat or she would loose herself to her hunger again. She had done too much and not eaten enough. It had been foolish, it was always foolish, but it was something she ended up doing again and again. Why did she always forget to eat?

"I beleive we were pothe equally hurt by the object. i however, am enjoying every bit of agony." He smiled behind his painfully glowing mask, listening to Shlarthæran's screams of pain within him. "I beleive he has learned his lesson for now. Pluss, i now have a new allie to beat him down wityh until he realizes the futallity of trying to take my body." Lynthaer mentaly thanked his Madness, and smiled wider as he felt its response. Shlarthæran would not cause him trouble again for some time.

Lynthaer forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain pulsing from his shoulder. He would live, but he might have to let this wound heal naturally. He didn't know what his dark healing would do when put up against the holy powers of the stake. Plus, he didn't feel like going through the pain that his healing put him through. Much quicker than that of a holy healing, and just as effective, though it forced everything back to normal, shoving bone through muscles and such.

Lynthaer blinked at AD suddenly turned away, anouncing that she had to leave. She was one to give into to suddeness. Lynthaer had just gone with it before, and he saw no reason not to now. "Well, if you must. And if this mask does not stop glowing, you're going to owe me another." Lynthaer nodded to her back as he turned and started walking in the other direction. It seemed a good time to head towards Taras for him.

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