Lynthaer walked along in the cool night air, his mask away in the folds on his cloak, which was slung over his shoulder. Short, silvery hair with red and bladk streaks shone slightly in the pail moon light, given off by the shining sickle in the sky. Two fangs hung over his bottom lip the slightest bit, a testimaent to the vampirism he was a slave to. His red eyes glowed in the dark, looking at everything but focused upon nothing. His shirt was open, showing his bare, muscular chest, two leather straps holding the harnesses for his scythe and sword. All in all, Lynthaer was an image of a relaxed, yet guarded, night traveler.

Lynth sniffed the air for a hint of human scent. Since he did not rest during the day, he needed to feed about every night to remain at full sanity. Or at least to the fullest he could reach. He smiled at that thought as he contiued to smell for scent upon the wind. He had eaten only a small child and her sickly mother last night. Not much there to satisfy him fully, but there was nothing he could do. These plains offered no shade to speak of, thus only in utter madness would he reveal his face during the day.

Why do you live with this disease if it inhibates you so? questioned the Madness. I've learned to live with what I can. I've experienced death, and this is how I was saved from it. I can live with this for a while longer if i must. However, when the time comes, I will find a way to remove it. The Madness nodded at this, then retreated to the backmost fold of his mind to keep a watch on Shlarthæran. The Kyton was fond of trying to take Lynth's body from him when he was least expecting it. A hazard of having multiple entities in his body, but another thing he could live with.

Lynthaer had taken his mind off the job of sniffing out food, and thus was not on guard when signs of other travellers entered the area.

It was nightfall. The lambent light the stars produced shone brightly upon Phiros' gleaming eyes. The wind's soft currents bristled against his rough dark skin, just as they did to the occasional body of trees, causing them to wave calmly above the sharp green grass they towered over. However, all these peaceful attributes to the atmosphere did not change the fact that Phiros was in a heap of trouble. Why, you ask? There were dozens of armed mercenaries trailing him. Every single one was well equipped with a deadly Scimitar and a standard buckler shield. Also, they all wore the same attire. Black cotton pants, steel toed boots and a red vest. Complete with masks, which looked like what a bad 1960s wrestler would wear. The reason they were all chasing Phiros was because of his race, something he had no control over whatsoever. What revealed his race to them in the first place was the large wings that protruded from Phiros' back, they were of the demonic realm. A sure sign of demon blood.
"Get the demon!
Kill the beast!
Watch it! He's going to run!" the mercenaries all said these things while chasing Phiros, their weapons held high. Usually, Phiros was not the one to run from a fight, especially if it were humans who provoked the battle. In this case though, Phiros was more than outmatched. There was no way he could take on the amount of mercenaries that were after him. He didn't count how much there were, after all, he couldn't. There were just too many to count. Now is the time when we join Phiros in his current situation...

Phiros ran fast and hard for what seemed like miles, but still, every time he glanced back he seen the mercenaries, just waiting for him to run out of energy. The mercenaries were all on horseback, this was definitely a positive for them, seeing as no human could surpass a half-fiend when it came to an all out sprint. Then the time came, the time to leave all the humans in the dust. Time to fly! And so, Phiros lifted a smile and at the same time; lifted both his wings. He opened them both as they stretched above his head. The approximate wing span was about four times Phiros' body length. Something that would really catch your eye. Then Phiros glanced back at the mercenaries yet again. Like all the other times, there they were, still on his rear, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Phiros ascended his smile a bit more as he commenced in the flapping of his elegant wings. In a matter of seconds, he was air bound. One with the sky and above all living things. Just as he liked it.
Although Phiros thought defying gravity would guarantee him an escape, it didn't. The mercenaries came prepared for this. Some of the mercenaries reached to their sides, collecting either a crossbow or long bow. They then took aim at Phiros with their torched arrows. "FIRE!" said the commanding mercenary as he dropped his arm. The blazed arrows were launched from the crossbows and long bows upon the conclusion of the mercenary's command. All in all, there were around forty arrows headed for Phiros.

Some arrows whizzed past Phiros, not even close to dealing damage. However, that was only some of them, the rest were successful shots. Where did they hit? The very part of Phiros' body that gave him the gift to defy gravity, his wings. Phiros was forced to descend to the ground below, if he didn't, his wings would only suffer more damage, maybe catch fire. So he landed on the ground and removed the arrows from his wings. Before he could finish with the remaining arrows, he was already surrounded by the bloodthirsty mercenaries. "Alright, men! Get ready to kill the thing!" those words seeped from the commanding mercenary, his tone sounded like he was worried. Worried that if his men did not succeed in killing Phiros, it would mean his life. The words of the mercenary triggered something in Phiros. The statement to his men sounded like they thought they had the battle won, that was something that didn't sit well with Phiros. He hated when anyone thought they had him beat, again, especially if it was humans! And so, he chose to speak, "You fools... every last one of you. You pathetic beings think you can kill me!? You!? Humans!? Kill me!!? Hahahahahahaha!!! I laugh at that! I laugh at every last one of you sorry humans!" Phiros suddenly ripped his trench coat from his back, revealing his nicely toned build, as well as his wings. In his right hand rested his staff, it charged as Phiros' anger built with each passing second. He was now at the ready. Waiting for any one of the mercenaries to make a move!

((OOC: Sorry, it's a really really really crappy post, but it's the best I could do with the limited time I've been given as of late. And I'm sorry for being so late.))

A born of demonic blood, true strength laid just at his fingertips, and countless powers came gained and acquired through years of efforts only to leave one question unanswered. Where did he want to go from here, where did he plan to take this all to the end? With that question came no easy answer, because over the years he came to question just what he truly desired or even if it was worth all of the pain to acquire. But through those years of questioning, came a strong fortitude, one that totally defended his desires from any onslaught he or anyone else could launch in question to it. Because in the end, it would become a truth whether anyone liked it or not for he would one day become the fear in everyone’s eyes. A warrior of such grand proportions that even the ground would tremble beneath his feet and if it wouldn’t then he would make it. With a smug grin, he continued through the rolling grasslands with an unknown destination like he had always had done in the past. There never was a rhyme nor reason to the things he did or said, so why would he start now?

Weary eyes flickered across his surroundings for a brief instance, but upon finding nothing they returned just ahead of him. As he trudged along; however, something would catch his eye just a couple meters off from his position. Unsure of what it was, he continued to study it with unwavering eyes as it fly along in the night sky, at least until a onslaught of flaming arrows broke through the night sky in its wake. It was obvious that the creature had taken a few of them and was quickly forced to land somewhere a good ways off, unknown by him. Breaking his gaze from the figure as it disappeared over the next hill, they would swing themselves upon the herd of horse bound hunters; who would quickly ride off in chase after the creature. Curious by nature, he simply bided to follow them and follow he did.

Upon his arrival, his eyes drifted across the ring of hunters and then upon the creature in the center of them. It hardly seemed fair that all of these bastards were planning to gang up on this lone man, but he wasn’t about to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. Especially if this man was anything like the rest that he had offered to help, stingy, ungrateful, and willing to turn a back at a single moments notice. But learn fast they did as to why they shouldn’t turn a blind eye to their Master. Though, there was yet one person he needed to teach that fine lesson to, but there was nothing that could be done about her now. Long gone had she been, probably to never return, and she wouldn’t if she knew what was good for her.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, his attention returned to the lone man left to fend for himself in the center of that horde. For a second, his mind flashed back to the time he was left to fend for himself against those stupid hunters….But could this man be in this situation for the same reason as he? No…Could he? Taking a few moments, he carefully studied the man only to take note of his wings and his eyes. The wings weren’t a certain thing, but the eyes told stories….Stories of histories past about a grand race in which he had served. With that it was certain that he was left to serve himself against these wretches, but to offer help he was uncertain. How well could he trust this man to keep his sides clear from one to the other. Many a time he had come across those of demonic heritage only to find them turning against him and others; it was all reliant on how well they held control of the demon inside of them. And at this particular moment, he wasn’t all too interested in fighting against his own kind, especially that of a full blood. What this man’s mix was, he couldn’t be certain of, but if he had wings it couldn’t be anything too shy of full…

Heaving a heavy sigh, his head would tilt back and up to the sky above and in a whispered hush he would speak, “Tonight….Tonight, the moon will bask in crimson blood…” It was with that comment; he decided to place himself on a side, at least for the time being. It wasn’t like he was going to trust this man, or even that he’d be respectful for the aid he’d receive. But, he couldn’t just stand here and watch as the same fate he suffered countless times is cast down upon another. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he pressed forward and down towards the group of men herded around the lone demon. But the second he would stray too close, notice would quickly fall upon him making him falter in his steps. Standing there, his dark crimson eyes flickered from one to the other, waiting for the slightest flit of movement, but instead would come words, “I think you bugger off, unless you want to be next.”

Unmoving would he stand in place, staring deeply into the eyes of the lone hunter, “A threat? Do you really think I’m afraid of you, or any of you for that matter?” Sensing the anger rising in the man, he prepared for any sudden movements from him. Just as he had expected, the man brought his spiked club out to his head, where it was quickly quelled by the grip of his own hand. Without wasting a single second, his other hand lurched out and to the throat of the man. Just as he wrapped his digits around its thickness, a spell would loose his lips and a grand Arcanum of flames would take themselves upon the man causing him to shrill and cry out in pain. Breaking his hands free of the man with a push, his eyes would dance across his features, studying them with a sick intent as they twisted and churned until he dropped to the ground. Taking that as a cue, his eyes shifted sharply back to the crowd before him and with a flick of the wrist another spell would loose itself from his lips. This time it had been sleep, which surrounded his entire entity in a 10X10 foot circle. In turn making a large portion of the circle around Phiros succumb to sleep. IF the demon truly wanted, he could break his way from the circle through that lot of men, but it would rest solely upon him.

Biding his own time, he simply waited for the others to take their turn at him, but unmoving they were in their stance against Phiros. It would lead to easy pickings, but he would keep his help to a minimal, at least at the moment.

((OOC: REALLY sorry about the long wait. Matters that were out of my hands kept me away.))

Lynthaer heard the comotion before he smelled it. His ears twitched a the rucuss, bringing to mind that he should be trying to sniff out a meal. His nose twitched on cue now that it remebered it's job. That in turn caused Lynth's face to twitch as well. It enhanced this motion, bringing to life the wonderfull grin Lynth was known for. He grin that was reflected by day upopn a hardened and shaped peice of leather. He smelled his meal perfectly. A large meal to be sure. Though he did not know what to do about the demon. Oh yes, that was demonic blood he smelled. The presence of so many humans indicated that this demon, or half breed more likely, was being eagerly pursued by a hunting party. But at that moment, the wind shifted it's course, ripping away the scent of his dinner. Lynth frowned at this, glaring at the air around him. He knew nothing of wind spells, and was thus unable to command the wretched creature which had torn away his way to investigate ths situation. Luckily, he had turned to face the direction from where it came.

Reaching to the two sheaths on his back, Lynth started to pull his scythe, but then thought differently. He had neglected to use his sword a for some time now. He should practice with it for a while. His hand swithed to the hilt of his other blade, and a small shinnnnng rang out in the night air. Without pause, he began to walk calmly towards where he had last smelled the large group of humans. He could here them now, and it didn't sound like they were moving much any more. no, it sounded more like they had cornered their prey. Lynth assumed such because he heard a loud, angry voice shout at them. Unfotunately, he was unable to make out the words. He could easilly guess, however, that they were ment to scold whoever was chasing after him.

Lynth reached the top of a small rise and was suddenly able to see what lay below him. There were, in fact, two demonic being that he could see and, now that he was close enough, smell. There were, in fact, a large group of human hunters, though a great many of them seemed to be resting at the moment. Or, more acurately, under some sort of slumber spell. The remaining upright humans seemed a bit nervous about attacking the two demonic people, and Lynth could imagine what they would feel when he anounced his presence.

"It looks as if you two could use some assistance," he called out to the two half breeds. Mumbling quickly under his breath, he brought his sword to life with flames. Smiling his wicked grin, he approached the band of humans, and the two others that the hunters were up against. "Do you mind if I lend mine?"

Phiros was pissed. These humans were acting as if they were in control of the situation, as if they had more power than him. It was all crap. Just when Phiros was about to execute a strike though, someone had revealed themself and decided to get lippy with the inferior humans. It was funny really, because that revealed to Phiros that the individual was there to aid him in this battle, and not to oppose him. As far as Phiros was concerned, he didn't need help. He was only a half-demon though, so he was not as strong and mighty as he would of hoped. The mere fact that human blood streamed through his veins inferiated Phiros, but because demonic blood also resided within him, it very often clouded his judgement and made him, as humans say, 'full of himself'.

Phiros lifted a smile, the man was amusing to him. He found a bit of his own smartass attitude in him, and that was good.
Just as Phiros was about to strike, again, yet another individual decided to reveal himself. Unlike the other though, this one towered over most. Not only that, he was pretty much covered in many different weapons. All of which were death dealers to be reckoned with. Before Phiros could fully acknowledge the two, something else happened. The savage-like hunters that surrounded him seemed to fall into a trance. Or rather, a deep sleep. Not all the men were sleeping though, but they were definitely immobilized for the time being. It seemed the coming of these two men came as a suprise. Indeed, they all now questioned their actions. Was it wise to chase one of Demonic blood into a dark night such as this one? One thing's for sure, they were about to find out.... the hard way.

Phiros saw this as a time to act, a time to kill. And so, he executed an action of his own. His wings stretched out, not entirely, but enough so that the sharp tips of them would be met by the flesh of these foolish humans. He then darted for the men who were in the state of sleep, his staff at the ready. His wings shred through the necks of two men. One man for each wing. The fall of their bodies could be heard by their comrades. However, that would not be the only time they would hear their comrades fall, for Phiros was not finished. There were still countless more hunters who were sleeping, and Phiros felt that they were the ones to deal with first. After all, the sleep spell would only last so long.

Phiros came within a foot of three more hunters. All of which were also inflicted with the sleep spell. He grasped his staff tightly and shoved the sharp tip of it into the torso of one of the hunters. He didn't stop there, instead he lifted his staff high into the air, making the body of the hunter air bound as well. With that, he threw the man off of his staff, treating like the worthless piece of flesh he was. Without wasting any time, Phiros executed yet another attack, this time on the other two hunters. Almost like a reflex, Phiros' right leg ascended to meet with the jaw of one of the hunters. The kick had so much power behind it, the man was launched through the air and landed not an inch away from Lynthaer's feet. Not only that, the kick had so much power behind it, it was lethal to the hunter.
As for the remaining hunter, Phiros had special plans for him. All this time his staff was charging. Being filled with the element of lightning. The eyes of Phiros widened in an insane manner. He was gonna love every moment of this.
Phiros jumped back, creating a good gap between him and his target. He then pointed his staff at the hunter and released the gathered energy. The lightning shot toward the hunter like a bullet. Upon coming in contact with the man, he would be filled with countless currents of electricity. Wave after wave the man's death was sure at hand. Suddenly--

OOC Bah! Crappy post. I hate when I'm at a loss of words. Meh, atleast it's long, right? ;)