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For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

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Honey brown eyes gaze up at the empty sky. Lying in a garden full of roses Jyuura sighs heavily. â??What is my purpose?â? he asks himself, the question that haunts his very existence day and night. His mind wanders further as he continues to watch the sky as if a sign would appear and answer his question. Shifting his gazes to a rose close to his head he plucks it holding it heavenward. He smiles at the flower deciding that it could be just as beautiful as the being holding it. Using simply magic, Jyuura extends the stem, wrapping it around his wrist allowing it to spiral up his arm. With thorns uncut, his are bled, the crimson liquid spilling onto the flowers nearest. Jyuura smiles pleased with the blooming beauty of the once ugly flower. With a wave of his hand the rose blossoms. â??How beautifulâ?¦â? he whispers to the blossoming rose grazing its bright red pedals with the tips of his fingers. An eerie wind began to blow, an ominous presence lingering in the air, snapping the magic wielder back into reality. He quickly threw on his hood, hiding what he called, divine beauty from the intruder.

â??Who are you? Show yourself!â?

Jyuura demanded his voice not so heavenly any more, it was more dark, something that would disturb any unsuspecting person.

â??Thereâ??s no purpose for you to see me, just like you feel thereâ??s no purpose for me to see you."

Touché Jyuura murmured softly as he rose to his feet peering into his surroundings, searching for this being of the shadows.

â??You are interestingâ?¦ I like youâ?¦ Youâ??ve wondered what your purpose in life was all these years and now I am here to tell you.â? Jyuura softens immediately the ominous voice hitting a soft spot in his battered little heart. â??A purpose?â? he asks softly his dark eyes phasing into the honey color his mother always called beautiful.

â??Yes a purpose. A wandering soul such as yours should have oneâ?¦â? the voice seemed to echo as Jyuura listened closely anxious to hear what the being had to say about his destiny. â??You have unusual powers that were bestowed upon you for one thing and one thing onlyâ??to free Twilight.â?

â??Twilight, the God of Corruption?â?
â??Yes magic wielder. Twilight wishes to be free and has chosen you to destroy and anyone the Gods have chosen, who wishes to keep him imprisoned.â?
â??So many yearsâ?¦ finallyâ?¦ my destinyâ?¦ a purposeâ?¦mother will me proudâ?¦oh so proud of meâ?¦ a purposeâ?¦ my purposeâ?¦fateâ?¦â? Jyuura murmured incoherent words to himself, his voice soft and soothing taking on a sing song rhythm. Lost in a form of extreme ecstasy he forgets the intruder is even there, his powers running wild, roses blossoming all over.

â??Magic wielderâ?¦â?


Thrust back into reality, Jyuura blushed showing a side of him no one got to see. However, whoever was talking to him couldnâ??t tell because of the hood that cast a dark shadow over his face concealing his blush of embarrassment.

â??Iâ??m sorry Iâ??m just very excited.â? Jyuura replied with a chuckle that was unusually gender confusing.
â??Seek out the ones who are against the one had given you an existence and destroy them.â?
â??I shall for it is my destinyâ?¦â? the gift of existence was a wonderful thing. â??Motherâ?¦. Iâ??ll make you proud as alwaysâ?¦ My purposeâ?¦ my fate, destiny, lifeâ?¦ purposeâ?¦ existence.â? Murmuring random thoughts to himself again, Jyuura started on his journey to the nearest town. Holding the rose up to his lips he smiles. â??Pretty flowerâ?¦letâ??s go and fulfill our destiny. My destinyâ?¦my purposeâ?¦â? Jyuura began rambling again completely absorbed inside his infatuation with the fact that his life had meaning once again.

It took the magic wielder a couple of hours to reach his destination. His stomach rumbled softly indicating that he was hungry. Before him stood a black gate and two guards on the opposite side guarding it entrance. â??Pretty flâ??â??
â??What business do you have with our noble town wretch?â? questioned one of the men. Jyuura Jyuura shifted his gaze from the flower up at the man who had addressed him with such rudeness. â??Just here to seek refuge for the day is allâ?¦â? he replied in that soft voice that deemed him as a woman by people who hadnâ??t seen his true identity. The guards snickered figuring this was their chance to get luckyâ?¦ Standing out there for hours without a woman to keep them company was a pain and now that there was one there they werenâ??t going to let her pass without giving them something in return.

â??Before we let you pass weâ??re going to have to see your face.â?
â??Oh my Iâ??m afraid I cannot oblige to such a request.â? He replied smirking. â??Iâ??m sorry to say but you are not worthy of witnessing my divine beauty you disgusting lapdogs!â? With a laugh that reflected pure evil, Jyuura thrust his arm out toward the mean sending thorns from the roseâ??s stem. Piercing their vital spots, the two guards were no more.

Passing through the gates he read a nearby sign which informed him of his location. â??Corusâ?¦.â? Jyuura murmured to himself. It was somewhat quiet not many people out due to it being late in the night and all. He looked around admiring the cityâ??s beauty thinking it could have been a suitable home if he wasnâ??t on a mission.


[any problems with my post just pm me :3]​
 
Vincent took a step back, casting his gaze in the direction the two thieves ran, they certanly did not get very far. A smirk crept across the warlock's shadowed face as he admired his handiwork for a moment, turning to his new comrades, the older male gone from sight. Vincent paid no attention to that detail, turning towards the young looking female "If we wanted to harm you, you wouldn't be alive right now, Vincent gestured towards the lowered section of earth that marked the two men's graves "and running wouldn't do you much good..." Vincent smiled, this time it was friendly "We are on your side" The mage didn't say much else, instead turning his attention towards the cleric, grimacing as he bent down and actually healed the man that Lucrecia had attacked.

Vincent's eyes focused on the mage, healing their enemies? He cast a glance at Lucrecia, who looked as disgusted as he was with the deed, it was a good thing to do to an innocent, but these men were cowards, thieves, rapists and murderers, how could any man find any compassion greater than simply crushing the dying man's skull into the ground to ease his pain... Vincent said nothing, only staring at the priest, then glancing back at the spots where the two men were likely suffocating ten feet under the earth, nobody could save them, unless of course they were really quick with a shovel. "showing mercy to those who wish us harm, pathetic" Vincent muttered under his breath. Scum like that had no reason to exist, corrupt and filthy, Vincent was again reminded why he preferred the forest to the cities. Taking a step away from the obviously infuriated female Vincent gestured towards the stables "With that done with, let's get out of here, events are moving faster than I had anticipated, I fear our enemy is stirring already"

Vincent was eager to leave the city, though he barely let that show upon his face as he turned around. If he had to summon a ride, he would. The raven perched on the head of his staff also seemed to be willing to move on, reflecting it's master's emotions.
 
"Indeed, Mister Vincent," Sal intoned, looking at the new girl, Genesis. "We should leave soon. But the innkeeper still needs time to gather the supplies I asked for. Time which should be just enough for us to ready the horses, and for me to fill in our new friend." He smiled at the girl and her puppet, perhaps the only one among them who knew the deal with the two of them. But he wasn't about to fill the others in quite yet. "Miss Genesis, if you would care to join me, I can explain everything while we get the horses ready."

He paused a moment next to the thug who was still feigning unconsciousness, despite having his wounds healed by the compassionate priest. "If I were you," he muttered, only loud enough for his target to hear, "I would think of your two friends, now buried deep under the street, and think about changing jobs. I hear baking can be very rewarding..."

With that, he stepped toward the stable. He wasn't under any illusion that people change, very much. However, he also knew what it was like to have a near-death experience. Perhaps the boy would re-think his options. If not, well, there was always a squalid alley somewhere where he'd meet his untimely demise.

((Sal gives Genesis and Doma/Roger the basic breakdown, including how they were selected by the Gods... already))
 
[ � ]_Get up! Let's see what you're made of � � �
____________Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid � � �
_________________It's time to show you what I'm all about � � �

Genesis didn't really have a vocable opinion on the matter of the priest's healing. Though it did intrigue her to see such a miracle being witnessed since these days of chaos and insanity, most clerics were little to put their faith to. Most healers were nothing more than criminals and cheats themselves, as they had even less than half of this man's power and they would charge them an arm or a leg after they been healed. She herself couldn't afford such luxury, and relied on medicinal herbs and methods that were just as effective, if not for the course of time that medicine needed to take effect. She pouted her lips at the man in black and turned away, not really wanting to remind herself why she had a distaste in magicians. They tended to be rather boastful of their powers.

Genesis looked at the other man who approached her. Though he was not as charismatic appearance wise as the other, he had a more sensible personality, so she could tell. "Keep your distance, human! Mess with the mistress and we got a probl--" Roger had started to move his mouth, but Genesis clammed her hand around his muzzle.

"Don't mind the idiot. Lead the way." Genesis said with a nervous chuckle. It didn't even occur to her that the man knew her name without her even introducing herself.

Inside the stables, Genesis stood and listened to Sal. Sometimes she nodded her head, sometimes she grimaced, while other times she shook her head in disbelief. After the story was over, and it was all said and done, Genesis took her time to recollect the information given to her. It only took a moment, as Genesis just began to laugh heartily. "Aha... Hahahaha!!! Wait a minute! You actually expect me to believe that I'm some sort of savior of the world or something?" Genesis didn't believe in such a predetermined fate. For one thing, it sound silly for her to be one since those kinds of roles were reserved for heroes, paladins, and those with a noble history to strike out such endeavors. Second, she didn't really believe in gods, let alone their advent wakening. "I think you have the wrong person here, do I look like a hero to you? I doubt it. Isn't that right, Roger?"

She expected an answer, but Roger had turned his head, avoiding her gaze. He knew the truth, he most certainly did, but it was obvious that he didn't tell any of this to her. However, Genesis nodded her head immediately, not taking his silence as a refusal. "See, even Roger is bored with such a stupid thing. However, I guess I owe you guys this time around, so if you really want to play 'Quest' I won't mind tagging along for the ride. Not like this city is very much into the welcoming committee anyway." She whispered the last sentence.

"But yes, Goldenlake. It's not that far from the capital actually. Maybe three or four days to walk there."

"Only two on horse, or by mistress. She needs no animal to crop a ride from. She can keep her own speed." Roger injected, turning his head to look at Sal.

"I wouldn't keep my hopes up. Nothing much resides there except ghost, lost gods, and humans on drugs." Genesis added, "But it's not like as if this trip is gonna change my life anyway, right?"

[ Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got! ]​
 
"Good, then it's settled! Glad to have the two of you aboard. And I wouldn't worry about heroics; I don't think any of us are heroes in the traditional mold. Let's just say we'll see what we can do, how about that? Now, let's see if there are any horses that aren't afraid of Mister Shadowweaver. Or, should I simply call you Doma, good sir?"
 
[ � ]_Get up! Let's see what you're made of � � �
____________Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid � � �
_________________It's time to show you what I'm all about � � �

"You can call him Roger if you want." Genesis answered first.

The doll's ears perked up as he was being addressed to. The wolf looked over at the man and seemed to do a part smile and a part snarl, "The name is not Roger, calling me that would evoke my eternal wrath upon you like fire and brimstone. The name is 'Doma Shadowweaver' great demon for the master of hell himself, and all your mortal men will refer me as such!" He demanded in a stern voice. His voice was powerful, and the aura he emitted was almost dangerous, causing the horses to snort and stamper slightly. It would be rather frightening if it was not for the fact that the voice was coming from a grinning wolf doll.

However, Genesis seemed unfazed by his antics and plunged him in a bucket of water that happened to be nearby, taking the term 'Go soak your head' to be quite literal. "Just call him Doma, he seems to prefer it that way." Genesis said casually, as she pulled Doma out of the water. The doll's face was dripping wet, and he was panting heavily.

"Cruel, cruel mistress..."

"It's not really a matter of finding a horse." Genesis explained, completely ignoring Doma's comment except with a firm punch to the head which made him grumble. "It's more like buying one in general. You know those thieves before? They weren't exactly chasing me for money you know, they could just rob if off another poor sap. I just have no cash period."

[ Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got! ]​
 
"I can only heal so much," Ceej answers to the female warrior, ignoring the hints of anger between his actions. "Their memories are either shattered or wiped, so no information could be gained from such an encounter." Yet his hands continued to heal, knowing that the ones who were stubborn would have came back to themselves in either a good or bad way. It isn't his place to judge who dies or lives, but if he can save someone he would try. "They may be corrupt under this city, but a child who is given a piece of copper won't aim to become a king under the ruling of a dark cloud," He says as he stands up, his robes partially dirtied by the spray of blood from the earlier battle. "It's not a matter of who they were before today, it is a case of who they will be after. No place to judge wether they deserve to die when they mistook their and our abilities."
 
"You needn't worry, Miss Genesis, Mister Doma. I am funding the monetary needs of this expedition, at least for now. I had been saving up for additional... trinkets. But that money is unnecessary now. It will suffice for our needs, and I will be watching out for additional sources of funding as we go. But at this point, if we don't succeed, lack of cash will be the least of my worries, so there's no point in NOT spending it now..."

He looks about.

"This one here reacted with the least panic during Mister Doma's recent outburst. I believe you should ride her."
 
[ � ]_Get up! Let's see what you're made of � � �
____________Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid � � �
_________________It's time to show you what I'm all about � � �

It didn't take much to bait Genesis' interest, especially if it meant free stuff. She went over to the horse and found it to be a new forest breed. She was young, but not too young, much like a teenager in age, the horse was bold to danger, and she stood her ground when Doma emitted his demonic aura that sent some of the adults a rush of discomfort. "She's pretty." Genesis commented on the shiny brown fur.

"Hmph, if I were back in my old body, we wouldn't need a horse." Doma stated as he crossed her arms in front of his chest.

"Too bad, so sad. I'll take her!" Genesis exclaimed, obviously excited about her new horse. She had little sympathy for Doma's claim, even as jealous as he seemed.

[ Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got! ]​
 
At long last, a party of five rode forth from Corus on the southern road, heading to Goldenlake. Their saddlebags were light; it was only a few days' journey, and many of them didn't travel with much. Still, if they wanted to keep their horses in good condition, they had to pace themselves. That's why Sal kept at a canter, keeping his mount at a good pace without exhausting her. He could tell she was a good mare, strong and well-winded, but he didn't want to rely on her too much early on; it's not like she was his personal warhorse, as yet. She would, however, easily get him where he needed to be.

It was the mission itself that brought Sal more troublesome thoughts. On their way to Goldenlake to look up an old friend of Miss Lucrecia's and see if he could tell them anything about Twilight; that seemed like a fool's errand, really, or the kind of deep background you might hire a lackey to obtain. Still, if he could still trust his intuition with these Gifts getting in the way, he had to admit, it felt like the right thing to do. Maybe they would be able to follow up on any leads that came from there right away. He hoped there would be something; he'd hate to take all this time away from Corus for nothing.

They rode down through the foothills, away from the city built around the mountainside. Below them were rocky hills and densely wooded passes. They could take the long, safe, broadly established way around, all wide avenues and comfortable inns, and travel for a week or so with the caravans and traders and farmers, or they could take shortcuts through the forests and barely-developed land, run the risk of running into bandits and wild creatures and half-crazy inbred hillbillies, but shave many days off their travel time. Sal was clearly going to put it to a vote at the first chance they took to rest their horses, but he felt sure everyone would choose speed over boring safety. After all, it was pretty clear time was of the essence, and they certainly could handle themselves...
 
Far away from Corus in the Deadlands, A tall, forbidding castle stood in the foothills of the mountains. Lord Malak Kreed stood atop the highest keep of the great castle, looking out at his domain. Many years under his control rendered the land an unpleasant place to live, crawling with the undead and a huge, unrelenting quagmire that seemed to be able to effortlessly swallow up all life that could wander into it. Malak stood, looking out the windows at the columns of smoke rising from the little village within the castle's walls, the people of the village had long gotten used to the presence of the dead, and Malak had no hatred for them, so he allowed them to survive, to toil on while their lord watched over them, protected them from the horrors that lurked beyond the walls, they also kept a fresh supply of sacrifices and test subjects, which kept him happy enough.

The necromancer turned back to his mirror after a moment, looking out at the view of the man he had just finished spoken to "Magic user" He allowed the words to slip from his lips, traveling through the magical mirror to the man he had ordered to track the movements of the heroes a while ago " have a task for you, a test to determine your purpose in this world, a great one if you succeed, Head north, past the lake to a land covered in fog, the undead will attack you, but you can get through them, there is a castle in those deadlands, I want you to infiltrate it, not harming a hair on villager or guard" Malak's voice was soft, yet held an undeniable tone of command to it, he had a powerful voice, though it was strangely soft and soothing, given his profession of choice. Malak paused and closed his eyes, laying his fingers on the mirror, suddenly his eyes opened and he turned around.

â??Meebo, could you come to my tower please? I need some helpâ?
Malak spoke into the mirror again, it was possibly the single most valuable artifact he owned, allowing him to communicate with his followers with ease. He had to figure out what the god's chosen were doing.

Malak waved a hand over the mirror, the black glove that was The Hand of Twilight passing over it, causing a ripple as if the surface was made of quicksilver, quickly the mirror became a normal mirror and Malak turned as a man stepped through the door, he was a warrior by his size, his skin a deathly pale shade and his face covered on one side by a wicked black tattoo, ritual marks that suggested something vile about him, though not many mortals would recognize the marking of Malakâ??s revenants, one of the deadliest undead, beings immune to attacks that would destroy other undeath, the closest to a true resurrection in history, and master Malachaiâ??s secret technique. on his body â?I want you to go to goldenlake, someone there knows something, go to goldenlake and gather some local bandit tribes, promise them everything they please in the city, I want nothing left alive. take a lantern with you if you must. " Malak dismissed the revenant with a wave of his hands, the two others guarding the door on the other side opened it for him to leave.
Malak turned, now free of distraction, his followers had to be somewhere nearby, if not he could simply rely on the local bandits to make themselves a nuisance. Malak walked over to his mirror, watching current events for a moment before scanning around his castle. The planning stage had just beganâ?¦
 
The night sky shone above the small field, where Selo now stood. The slender male stood, silent, motionless, as if petrified. A wind blew around him, causing the strands of his bandanna to fly in the air behind him, his eyes still covered, his jacket lifting up only slight to the breeze. His head was tilted down, as if looking at the ground in front of him. His hands were at his side, fists clenched, memories running through his thoughts. "NO! Leave me alone!" The female's voice would say in his mind. "You will not touch her again!" His own words replayed.

His head would twitch as the blow repeated in his mind. "What did you do?" Said the same female voice, but weaker, fading away as if dieing. "I didn't want this to happen. I thought I could control it." Selo said in an audible voice. His head lifted up, as if looking around at the spectral beings around him. "Was it all worth it in the end?" He questioned. "I wouldn't know." the invisible being's voice would say in a tone as if gas were able to speak.

"That's enough remembering for now. We need to head out once more. More bandits may show up." He said, his own voice speaking as though it was cracked, or broken. Selo turned, the strands of cloth flowing around his head now as he walked on, heading to the forest lines. After a few hours of walking, he would come up to what 'felt' like a city of sorts. He headed to the gates, them being left open.

He knelled down, touching his hand to the ground. Two bodies laid dead, guards by the heaviness he could 'feel' from them. "What is happening here?" He questioned, and could feel vibrations, as if horses were moving, a group of them. They were a distance away, and only moving away as time passed. "Hmm...wonder what they are." He questioned, standing back up and walking pass the gates. "What are we doing here? There isn't any corruption here, Selo." Another voice said, not heard by any being around the male other then him self. "Weren't we going to go to the Dead Lands we all sensed?" The same voice questioned. "We will head there when I feel we do. I can sense something else here, a presence." Selo said, walking on through the streets.

He continued to move through the streets, until he came close to the 'presence' he sensed. The being weighed heavy with magic, a spell cast of sorts maybe, and had the aura of corruption or darkness around him. Selo would tell the male carried him self with high esteem, the aura spoke it to him, though what powers the male carried were beyond him. "Magic Caster. You are one, are you not?" He spoke aloud, standing a way behind who ever the male was.

There were basically no people around, which was good, it could work for Selo. "You CAN sense that aura of magic on him, can you not Swift-Feet?" Said the first voice. "He may be even stronger than you in most areas!" The voice added on. "Be quiet. I need to concentrate." Selo said in a low tone, making sure the spirits around him could only hear him.

{I hope this is alright and will suffice...}​
 
Jyuura Jyuura smiled as Malak continued one. "Hmm, I'm almost tempted to go to your castle now... But I'm anxious to see the warriors gathered to oppose Twilight. I'll try not to harm any of your...precious villagers after I'm done here..." he replied. He would truly try. He wasn't making any promises though. Depenging on how the villagers acted towards him, Jyuura would leave them be. As he stood in the middle of the empty road, he gazed up at the full moon.

"Beautiful..." he murmured softly as he licked blood from the tips of his fingers. He looked down at the two corpses before him. It just so happened a bandit had attacked him while he was taking in his surroundings. Jyuura slayed the mortal easily--a little too easily though, leaving him hungry for more. The second corpse...well he'd gotten carried away and killed a woman who was probably going home or something. After killing the guards he was in the mood to spill blood.

As he went to take another lick from his fingers he stopped upon hearing the male's voice. "You know a person is most beautiful right as they're about to die." he spoke, his voice dark and sinister, revealing to the male the blood thirsty state he was in.

Jyuura took a step forward before turning to face Selo. He rose the hand containing the blood stained rose up to his lips. He licked the bloody petals before going on to lick his fingers again, peering at the male from under the hood concealing his face. As he looked down upon the blindfolded male he wondered just what his story was. "Enemy or foe?" he thought. As he took several steps forward. "Strong or weak..." Jyuura thought.

"A question I need not answer.... My aura speaks for itself."
he finally answered the other, his voice softening a bit.

[gosh this post sux XP]​
 
Selo started to contemplate his enemy, or if this male was truly enemy. He then knelt down and placed his hand on the ground softly. Those horses again...faint. Basically no townsfolk walking around this street. Two bodies, a women and a male. Telling by the weight of the two, the women was an innocent, the male was a bandit or a heavy thief. Not many thieves carried that much stuff, unless they were planing on unloading it all soon. He thought and then stood back up.

He faced his head towards the male once more, as if looking at him. He could sense the aura much stronger now and knew his potential was strong, but unlike the ghosts had thought, not that strong. He may not be able to gain a victory over such an opponent, but her certainly wouldn't loose to him either.

"Don't even think of fighting him, even with us around you, you won't be able to win. Even you know this!" A third one said, sounding more like a very young adult. This one was most likely just recently slain and acquired by Selo. "You three are certainly a nuisance right now." He stated, slightly louder this time. Though no one except other mediums could hear these entities, they could still hear Selo's voice.

"Death is a beauty, and art. Why must you exploit it on all around you? I can sense the taint of many deaths, innocent and guilty, on your aura." Selo said, speaking out to the male now. "What is your purpose? Why are you here? Why do you kill..." Selo stated, many questions flowing from him now.

Selo had use for information such as this, and would like to gain as much of it as he could. He couldn't tell how the male looked, what he was carrying, but he could tell the male had a feminine voice, and carried him self lightly. Selo had a hand behind him, resting on his blade's hilt ready to unsheathe it if needed, his other hand had a faint glow, one that would only be seen by those looking for it or were sensitive to magic.

His bandanna waved in the wind, going around him. The strand wrapped around his head and seemed to wave at the other male, as if saying good bye or hello, if they could. Selo also walked lightly, having trained him self not to make sound as he moved about. This was very useful, as it would help him sneak around unnoticed, and strike from the shadows.

The third ghost moved around and floated next to the male. "He covers his face with a hood...I wonder why." The ghost said, and started to look under it. "He doesn't have any scaring on him..." added on the ghost. "He values his appearance." Selo stated silently. He could figure this male might not fight close range, but he could be wrong.​
 

Dark eyes widening slowly, Jyuura gasped softly.

"My purpose..."

He murmured to himself. Yes, it was all coming back to him now. He'd almost completely forgotten what he was sent to Corus to do. With all the killing he'd gotten a bit preoccupied, his more malicious self taking shape. As he came to realization, the aura of good he was following was quickly fading away.

"Shit..."

he spoke in an almost inaudible voice.

"Stupid, stupid stupid..."

The aura of blood lust around the male faded into one of worry and fear. He clenched the staff between his fingers tightly, so tight that it began to hurt. He grabbed at his chest, breathing hard, like he was having a panic attack of sorts. "I have to follow...them...I--I can't fail him..." he thought. "Mother will be sad if I don't do a good job..." his voice was full of woe, the worry clear in his voice as he spoke to himself seeming to have forgotten about the other, becoming lost in his mixed feelings.

â??I have no time for your inquiriesâ?¦ I have to goâ?¦.â?

They were probably long gone by now but he had to at least try, right? If he was unsuccessful at catching up with Twilightâ??s enemies at least he could say he triedâ?¦and that would be good enough for him.

â??I do not intend on fighting youâ?¦. But if thatâ??s what you want then so be it. Mind you though, I will not be merciful. Iâ??ll cut you down just like the rest.â?

Turning away from the other he began walking the opposite way. There was no time to waste.

â??But, if you are not a foe of mine you are welcome to come along. I suppose I could use the company, and the way you talk to yourself Iâ??m thinking you could use some too.â?

He figured he wouldn't necessarily have to catch up with them... Maybe just track them enough to know where they were headed. Yes... That was a good plan. There was no need to freak out--that was a quality of himself he could help though.
​
 
Selo smirked while listening to the other male. "If only he knew, right?" He questioned, glancing to his right at the eldest of the three ghosts. "Yes, yes...too bad he has no understanding of what happens after death." Said the eldest ghost stated. Selo looked at the male once more, his aura drawing him in now.

Maybe I can use this male to gain more spirits and energy. Selo thought, with holding his will to drain the aura he saw before him. "I guess I could join you, for now." He stated, looking to the youngest ghost who was still examining the male.

"It does seem he values his appearance highly. It seems he tries to not smear anything on him and tries to keep any grim or what not off him." The youngest ghost stated as Selo started to follow him. "Can you tell me...why do you have a hood covering your face? You have no scars, no hideous deformity on you. Why cover you face when you have nothing you wish to hide?" Selo asked when he was close enough.

"You are not like me, you have no scar on your face, your eyes aren't such a horrible thing that you need to hide them in order to speak normally to people." Selo continued on. I feel I shouldn't be with this person. It's like something is telling me that me and him should not be with one another, as if we were enemies on some ground or another. He thought, standing practically next to the male as they walked on.

Selo felt at an unease around him, and it wasn't discomfort, it wasn't fear, and it wasn't his hunger for dark energies, it was something he couldn't place his fingers on. What is it? He thought, then looked to his ghosts, "Can you three sense it too?" He questioned, not caring if the other heard him. "Sense what?" One said for the other two. "That essence...not the hunger or fear, something else." He stated. "No...no we can't. We only sense you hunger for that other male's aura." The youngest stated.​
 
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