Yes, so, this is basically in the same world as Eternal Hearts, and if you weren't there for Eternal Hearts, well basically it is just a fantasy world, no restrictions, it worked out best, and I never got bored of it, maybe that was why.

I will NOT be throwing in anime referances. I will NOT make this suck so much like it did last time. I will NOT totally screw this up. I will however try to make something for you to enjoy. :>

Katsu will NOT be superoverpoweredhappyfantimejoy, ok? :o

Anyway, yeah, so this is the basic sheet, fill it out please, it won't take long.

Name
Age
Sex
Race: (If your something other then human, please describe it in detail.)
Appearence:
Weaponry:
Powers:
History: (OPTIONAL. Only if you feel like telling me.)


ABOUT JOINING
Anyone can join, I will NOT be saying you can't in this RP, maybe it's because it's my old joy, maybe it's because I'm getting nicer with a girlfriend, who knows. However, if you die, you die.

Also, post in the merc conclave your sheet, I'll judge it there.

Anything else?
Yes, please, try to make good posts. Ones that are longer then a sentence or two, at least a full 1-2 paragraph at the minimum. If this is to hard, then sorry, but thats just what I require.

forget this post. read over where I was supposed to put the sheet.

((First post, awesome. I'll post songs I'm listining to when I'm writing these, have fun.

Ilyena- The Mars Volta))


Caleb

A bunch of lights flash in front of you, as you feel yourslef being ripped apart, molecule by molecule. Twisting and turning, you can only see white lights flashing and whirling around you. Sound seems distant, only your thoughts, which are to scattered to even understand them, can be heard through the catacombs of your mind.

The lights stop, and there is only darkness for the longest time. Which is quite a weird thing to say, as you've lost real grasp of what time it is, let alone day. It's felt like a mere 20 seconds, however in your gut you feel like it's been much longer. You hear distant screaming, and a rapid heart beat, not your own, and then it goes blank, silence.

In the sea of darkness, a light strains itself in front of you, it blinks, begging for you to come twords it. The human curiosity that has always coursed through your veins gets the best of you, and you grab it. The light has no feeling, neither cold nor hot, neither solid nor gas, just there. The walls start to fall in drops of steaming liquid as you touch the light, as if dieing.

Another flash and you fall from the sky, landing face first into a sandy substance. Your stomach feels like it's been flipped upside down, and your eyes won't stop spinning. A shake of the head and the swirling stops, giving you enough time to look around. You look like your in a wasteland, and the climate fits it. You cough a little, some sand getting out of your mouth. You look on your person, all the clothing you had was there, but any weapon you might of carried was gone.

The wind picked up, some dust breezing up against you. You look up, the sky is pure, blood, red. Odd enough for a planet to have red skies, especially of that pigment. A loud crash came from the distance to your right, though you couldn't make out what it was.

Wherever you were, it certainly was no place like home.

Eru- Su-Avia

Nothing really had happened for months, except the impending doom of the planet you were inhabiting. If the people couldn't tell from the sky, they could feel the chill in their bones. The world had gone to hell, and the survivors didn't treat it any better then hell. You flew over the wastelands, which was what made up most of the landmasses of Earth. You always heard stories of luscious green lands, but now those were merely fairy tales.

You had wandered from the pack a while ago, a few weeks to be exact. Scrounging around food and places to survive were growing increasingly difficult. However you heard there was a town nearby that you could use for lodging. You've been flying for a few days without map, and feeling a little lost.

There was a glint of something forward shining, what were you to do?

Kesh T'llah

Explosions, marching, yelling, drums and trumpets, the melody of war.

Your eyes opened slowly, blurred vision was all that you knew these days. You were being held captive in a human cell, with a light shining on you at all times. They had tied your arms in three different kinds of belts, along with a straight jacket. They also had you cuffed to the wall with metalworks wrapping around you, gripping you tight, making you stand. Every few hours they would release, and you would fall to the ground, thanking for the resting of your legs. It was how you had to sleep, standing, seeing as how they feared you at night, especially.

Just wakening up, you would figure it was around 10:10AM, which was the same time that you got up, every morning, whether you tried to or not. The marching, yelling, and drums all started at once, at that time.

They were keeping you alive for DNA purposes, you figured. You couldn't really understand, but you knew you would die soon, the guards always said, "March 12, the day you die." And they would laugh, right as they would hit you, though you could do nothing, they had an anti magic field working all throughout the building, only because they knew you possessed magic. Though, no one had seen anyone use magic in over 50 years, if you don't count alien traits as magic, that is.

It was March 11th, one day until death.

You heard foot steps, a nurse walking down to give you breakfast. She would walk in, put it down in front of you, and feed you, which she started to do. Her features, didn't really come out, your eyes were still blurry at this time of day due to the drugs they filled you with.

"Open up." She insisted, feeding you. Degrading really.

More pain, more coughing, more dizzyness. That was all Celab could feel, and do, before struggling to stand up. He coughed hard, as more sand came out from his throat. Must have swallowed some... he thought, falling to his knee, as he tryed to step. He groaned in pain, as he pushed himself up again, vision clearing up. He stared up at the sky, rubbing the sand off his face, and out of his eyes. "...A red sky...?" he said aloud, thinking back to his teachings, from the gods. A red sky signifies judgement day... he remembered, his teacher's voice echoing through his mind. Celab took a step forward, pushing off, against the sand, almost slipping, and falling back to his knee. He struggled to stay up, regaining his energy rather slowly, and feels for his handgun. An empty holster, was all that remained, as well as an empty sheath, for his knife. "Damn... guess I wasn't mistaken..." he mumbled, covering his eyes from another breeze, and the dust that came with it. He looked to his right, where he remembered hearing the crash, and limped over to it, his muscles aching, the sand making it harder for him to walk, falling back to his knees every few steps.

Kesh's mouth dripped open, a gaping white hole beneath his smaller, piercing eyes of white. He closed his shining maw over the food- or so he thought- and he swallowed it hard. The pain in his throat was terrible, and he expected he'd be coughing blood soon enough.

He would die tomorrow, Kesh knew. He took that into account and expected no other clansmen had ever been degraded so. Kesh knew there was next to nothing he could do to delay his imminent departure from the world, and he mourned the parting yet to come. Balrur was still in the Shadows, waiting, watching for a summon, but neither could do anything until the barrier was broken and the ancient words spoken. Until then, Balrur could do nothign to save his master's life.

Was there ever a time when the T'llahsi were humiliated so? he thought, closing his mouth around another bite of food. I imagine not- how could any clansmen ever be captured so easily? I was a master of Shadows, a speaker of the word of death! How could they have taken me so easily? In truth, Kesh didn't have the faintest idea of how his capture came about, but he suspected foul play. He placed his lip-less mouth over another spoon/fork full (He really didn't know) of food and swallowed. He blinked a little, and thought he could just make out the facial features of the woman feeding him, but he couldn't be sure.

"How . . . how will I die?" He managed to say, his voice raspy and red liquid staining the snowy white of his mouth. Kesh had never asked the question before- he hadn't accepted death. But now, no that it was only a day away, he knew there was no hope. It seemed only honorable to go to death knowing its name.

Eru was not laughing.

The world was dying, it was as clear as what day had used to be. The Ancient Races, of which the Kiaru were a part of, had noticed it first, back when the changes were subtle. But by now, all subtlety surrounding the matter had completly vanished, and he was sure even the Sapiens had noticed the changes by now. Not that it mattered.

Eru's stomach began to growl, it had been 2 days before he had last ate, and his stamina was dwindling. There were no towns or forests within miles of Eru's location, but he did have hope. A strange silver light was shining in the distance, it could be anything, Eru acknowledged, but it could also be civilization, and civilization means food.

((Still posting music:

Televators- The Mars Volta
Interactic ESP- The Mars Volta
The Widow- The Mars Volta))

Drag-Caleb

As you moved at your horse and buggy pace, the pain shooting up and down your legs from the travel, you began to realize things. There were shadows dancing along, whether in the air or on the ground around you, there were moving shadows. Some had shape, some held themselves to be cats and dogs, wolves and panthers; some were just blobs. It was odd, you had never been able to see things like this before, you weren't sure if that trip had made you gain some power, or you were just going insane, which was also quite plausible.

You closed your eyes and opened them, the shadows disappeared, maybe it was all your imagination. Whatever it was, you kept on walking. It felt like your leg was bleeding, but there was no wound nor cut for that to happen. As you walked further, you came across to what you figured what the crash site was.

A man lay beaten on the ground, knocked out. He had long black hair, with long blue bangs in the front of his face. He had two cat ears, and a cat tail, though they were torn apart, and even bleeding, the injuries were new. He had on no coat, only torn up jeans that looked more like long shorts from all the tethering. His torso had many cuts on them, though they were old.

Kesh T'llah

As those words escaped from your lips, the woman gave you the final part of your meal. She looked saddened, and even sighed. She put the food down, and got down to your level, something you were told that was forbidden, as you could do something, they weren't sure what, but you with beings such as yourself, you couldn't be to careful.

"They're going to put a bandage around your eyes," She said softly, "Make you run forward, and then shoot you from a sniper tower. It's, actually sort of humane to how they usually take care of captives of war." At this point you could get a good view of her. She had long blond hair, that some of her bangs went over her face. She was young, maybe 24 at most. She wore red lipstick, had blue eyes, and had fair skin.

She stood up straight, your eyes going down to her feet, which is what usually happened. She had one white shoes, like a usual nurses. "I really don't see why they're doing this, you haven't done anything, this is just because of your race, they know nothing about it." She looked to you, "Though I doubt your an alien, maybe your the coming of Satan, which would make sense, due to all the apocalyptic things happening. Though, you don't seem like such a bad guy." She said, she was taking such a likening to such a beast, as the others would say. She didn't have to tell you, you heard it enough from the others walking by, she was the only one in this whole place who gave a damn what happened to you.

Eru- Su-Avia

As you flapped your wings, you gained speed, gaining hope. Soon you were going twice the speed you had before, believing you would find substance in this light was all you had anymore. Your stomach grumbed furiously, and you almost stopped, but the hope kept you going.

After a good hour you came to your destination, a small house, with a light house off to the side of it, the light was accidentally on, nobody now a days would want people to know where they were. You could not keep yourself up any longer, and you descended rapidly until you hit the ground.

You landed in a corn field, from what you understood it to be. It felt and smelt like corn, but looking up would be so much energy, you couldn't even lift your head. For a while you laid there, trying to save energy, drifting in and out of sleep. After that time, you heard a child's voice, one of a female. Her footsteps stopped right in front of you, and there was another set of footsteps that stopped in front of you.

They flipped you over, but the harsh light made you close your eyes, you had been lying down in the ground, with the shadows being all you could see. Tugging on your wings; ground skidding across your back; you were being dragged.

You ended up slipping into sleep.

After what seemed like forever, you woke up again, on a comfortable substance, it felt like a mattress to a bed. You looked off to your side, there was a small girl eying you with a high curiosity, she held a apple in her hand, and she took a bite out of that ripe red, juicy apple. The juice dribbled down her chin, and she wiped it off, she grinned, apparently enjoying the food a lot.

You looked around you, you were in a poorly constructed wooden room, like from an old cabin you saw in very old human picture books. Blinking, your stomach growled, and your throat was to dry to make out words. You eyed a glass of cold water by your bed.

But something was odd to you, you were not your usual large bird, but a humanesque looking man with wings on his back of yourself. Was something messing with your shape shifting, or had it been the exhaustion?

Adien Osaze

Today had been out of the ordinary.

You had been sitting in your house, taking care of the girl you had been taking care of for the past few years, watching her grow up and everything. She had just appeared on your doorstep, probably from hoodlums who didn't want her, it wouldn't have surprised you. Anyway, today was the day you needed to fix your corn crops, they had been getting nats all over the place, so it was time to spray them down again. She decided to go with you, it always fascinated her, you had no idea why.

When searching, you found a man, well, he had the appearance of a man. He had feathers all over himself instead of skin, and wings on his back. He had hands though, they just had feathers coming off them. Your "daughter" told you to take him in, and you half-heartedly took him into your house.

You went up to check on him, and you could see his eyes barley opening, he was awake.

You found a man
When you saw something odd, a part of your crops was broken, and upon inspection you found a man who looked to have white wings on his backs, and his skin was made of feathers to.

Celab opened his eyes as wide as he could, trying to identify the man. He seemed familer, but Celab's mind was straining to keep him awake. He couldn't think clearly, but he drew up one name. "K-Kat..." he mumbled, before falling to his knees, wincing in pain as he hit the sand. "Kat...su..?" Celab managed to blurt out, before coughing hard. He leaned forward, putting his weight onto his hands, trying not to pass out.

He coughed again, and again, coughing out sand, along with a slight amount of blood. He groaned, as the blood dissapated, an effect from his racial genes. Forcing his head up, he looked at the man, and pushed himself onto his feet, pain coursing through his body. He stepped above him, and examined his wounds, and knelt down beside him, wiping sand off one hand, before feeling the blood from one of his ears. "Damn... I-if only I had the e-energy... for a heal.." he mumbled, his own voice helping him to stay awake.

Wrapping his arms under the man's shoulders, Celab pulled once, groaning from the pain, as his muscles worked to drag the man out of the small crash site. "C'mon, dammit.. Pull.." he commanded himself, pushing his body to it's limits to move the man to somewhere safer. He thought back to the strange shadows he say, glancing around quickly as he pulled once again, this time, his grip loosening, as the sand slipped out from underneath him. Slipping, he winced in pain as he fell. "Just... one heal.."

The last few moments before Eru landed were filled with pain, hunger and exhuastion. The light was farther away than expected, much farther away, but after several tireless hours, he had finally made it. Eru didn't know where he was, but it was wonderfull, the field smelled of corn, a new sensation for him, one that filled him with joy, the last concious noise he made before falling a sleep was a light 'ke ke ke'.

(Note: The Kiaru share everything through their thoughts, everything they've ever experienced. And those thoughts are passed on for generations of Kiaru, this is how Eru knows what corn is. But thoughts and actual experiences are completly different, so even if he has a basic idea of what corn looks, tastes and smells like, he'll still laugh when he experiences it, and will search for it TO experience it. Confusing I know, just think about watching something on T.V., then actually doing it.)

The Kiaru woke up, still hungry and exhuasted from his trip, his muscles ached, and every small movement he made filled him with pain. A girl was standing near his bed, staring at him curiously as she finished off an apple. Eru tried to thank her for rescuing, but all he let out was a dry rasping sound. Only now realising how thirsty he was, the Kiaru reached for the glass of water, grabed it, and drank it down greedily. It made his muscles ache even further, but the cold water had quenched his thirst, at least for now, and woke him out of his daze.

Wait, Eru thought, I grabbed that glass of water... with a hand... when did my shapeshift? The Kiaru was confused, he hadn't changed into an unfamiliar form, but he never remembered changeing, something was wrong. Eru was to weak to shapeshift yet, so he couldn't expiriment with his powers, or else he'd be in even more pain than he was now.

The Kiaru was weak, but not to weak to walk, so he got up, and began to investigate where the odd girl had just wandered off to. Every step was painful, but it was better than just lying on the bed and waiting to see hat happened.

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock...

Aiden was in the door-way of the room, watching over his adopted daughter as she stood beside the bed-ridden...bird-type-thing...

In all honesty, Aiden had never seen anything like it. Well, that was false. It looked like a Kiaru, with all those feathers, but it didn't look like a bird at all. He was suspicious of the creature, but trusted his daugther's judgement.

Somewhat.

He held in his hand his .357 revolver, highly polished and oiled to work perfectly. He didn't think the creature had enough energy to move, let alone attack, but Aiden wasn't taking his chances...

The creature stirred, as it seemed to have finally awakened. It stared at his daughter for a moment before looking around the rooom, its eyes finally settling on the glass of water Aiden had set on the table not long before. It reached over and gulped it down quickly, obviously in need of it. The creatures suddenly rose from the bed, standing straight.

"Masika," Aiden finally spoke, calling his daughter's name. He motioned with his free hand to the chair in the corner, wanting her to sit.

He stepped toward the creature until he was face to face with it, staring at its eyes with un-blinking orbs of his own.

((FIX'D))

Kesh nodded as much as he could. Run? They think they can make me run blind into defeat, humiliation, only to get killed? Never has a Wanderer been humiliated so. I can't let this happen, but there's no hope.

"I am not a spawn of . . . hell. I am a Wanderer of the north, the last of a dying race. My people . . . they are sick and dying." Kesh didn't know why he was telling her this; she wouldn't believe, none of them had. Kesh had pleaded with them for an antidote, anything, he showed them his Shadows, and they stole them from him. Balrur, his cloaks, his shadows: nothing was left to him but his skin, and even that would not last him. He continued his story for the girl, not knowing why he said the words.

"I came to the south by my own will, a mistake . . . I shall never live to correct. My . . . Clansmen were depending on me, are depending on me, and there is nothing I can do to bring my people back from the brink of destruction. The Shadowmen of the North . . . Will be no more." He punctuated his sentence with a spit of blood, a spit of disgust. He realized he was telling this nurse his life, his goals, his ambitions, because he wanted to be remembered. Kesh need his own selfish desires to live on, whether he did or not. He was disgusted with himself; he had lived his life for the clan, but he hadn't been able to die for the clan. He was dying from his own mistakes, but the North would not know. He would not be remembered, nor his people, not by anyone but this meek blond nurse, he cared not her name.

Kesh inhaled deeply, a rough breath the grated burned his throat raw, and he asked his question: "Will you . . . remember my people, and I, even after we are . . . no more?" He finished, swallowing his pride, and his last breath that would ever carry even a trace of honor with it.

((I've already posted that my guy got up, but meh, I can work with this... BTW, it's Kiaru.))

Just as Eru got up, another man entered the room, with a look of what appeared to be a mix of fear and resentment, and a well-treated pistol in his hand. The Kiaru was weak and weary, but from what he could make out of the man's thoughts, he didn't intend to kill him, at least not until he could make sure Eru meant him no harm.

"Well hello," Eru said, resisting the urge to laugh, "I suppose you're the man who saved me, you and your daughter. Thank you for that, if it wasn't for you hospitality, I'd surely be dead. Now... calm down, I mean you no harm, and even if I did, theres not much I could do in my current state."

((Sorry, fix'd.))

Aiden raised an eyebrow at the creature as he spoke, but other than that, showed no reaction to his speech...

He suddenly burst out laughing, leaning over and holding his stomache with his free hand. "N-no need...to thank us, lad...Hah..."

He straightened and wiped a tear from his cheek, smiling at his new aquaintence. "We couldn't just leave you out there to the birds...uh, no pun intened," he added with a weak laugh. He finally noticed that he still gripped the revolver in his hands, and scratched the back of his head. "Woops. Sorry about that," he said as he twirled it before sliding it into a holster on his belt. "Didn't really know what you were, so I wasn't going to take any chances."

Suddenly, several small dings were heard from the clock that hung on the wall. Aiden regarded it for a moment, stroking his goatee. "Well, its eleven, and I bet you're hungry friend, so...I guess we could have lunch now..."

"What are we eating?" Eru asked, withotu a trace of sarcasm in his voice "corn perhaps?"

The Kiaru sighed as he streched out his aching limbs, it hurt, but the experience was wonderful, and Eru couldn't help but letting out a small laugh. It hurt his lungs, which caused him to laugh even more. He hadn't 'laughed' a while, as new things seemed to be few and far between lately, Death, Hunger and Pestilence had lost their fun, in fact, they had become downright dreadful!

Hopefully, Aiden would give him plenty more new experiences.

"Hey, Aiden," the Kiaru asked, not even thinking if the man would find it suspicious that he knew his name. "I have a few questions for you. When you found me, did I look like this? And, why do you use a gun when you're skilled in magic?"

(Remember, Mind Reading :D)

Aiden was facing the door, about to head into the other room when the bird-man (I still haven't asked his name, remember) asked him a question. "Steak and, yes, corn. Alway corn-."

He was suddenly interrupted by small laughs. He turned to regard his avian friend as he stretched his limbs, letting out small laughs. He raised his eyebrow slightly, recognizing that kind of laugh. He was about to ask a question, but the bird-man cut him to the quick.

"Hey Aiden," -the fact alone that he somehow knew Aiden's name made his eyebrows raise their full height- "I have a few questions for you. When you found me, did I look like this?"

Aiden was about to answer, but the bird-man apparently had more to say. "And, why do you use a gun when you're skilled in magic?"

This last statement set Aiden on his heels, and confirmed his earlier suspicions.

"Well," he began, scratching his head, "I don't really know. I just always feel comfortable with more than one way to protect myself..." He turned to look out the door once more. "Oh, and to answer your other question, yes, you did look like that when we found you."

He turned toward him again and smiled, winking. "You Kiaru never cease to amaze me."

((I should probably update this.))

Caleb
The wounded man did not feel the trickling down his spine of a sweet heal, instead he felt nothing more but the dust from the winds kicking him in the side. He seemed to be breathing, alive, his heart beating at a normal pace. He was waking up.

He shook his head, opening his eyes, sitting up from your grasp. He blinked, then started to stand. His legs shook, but he was standing. He finally noticed someone was behind him, so he looked behind him.

"Shit, what happened to you?" He said, in a rhaspy voice, one much deeper then you were used to. He looked at himself, "More importantly, what happened to me?" He asked you, "All I remember is, you were cleaning out the weapons vault, and then, now were here. Do you know anything over it?" He asked, the going through space and time had apparently not been that affecting on him.

Kesh T'llah

The nurse turned and looked upon you. Not a look of scorn or anger, but pity and anguish. She keeled down to your level again, this time looking you dead in the eye, as if trying to gaze onto your soul, like a detective would to see if you were lying. She of course, would find nothing to prove her theory.

She sighed, it was easy to tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. She wished she could do something, but there was really, nothing. She stood up, and walked out, like she was to sad to say anything.

A few hours later

You felt something odd switch on in you, like your blood started to pump 2x as fast. Like life was starting to course through you once again. You felt better, much better. However there was something odd, the marching and drums had stopped, and was replaced with yelling and shooting.

It was a fight for survival, and yours was slipping from the sounds of it, you were to die tomorrow, after all. However something clicked on in your head.

"Master, master, try and summon me, I can feel the barrier slipping in the confusion." The voice of your beast rung through your mind, if that were the case, it would be easy to get him out with all the shadows around.

Eru- Su-Avia and Adien Osaze

However way fancied you, you made it down to the table. Lunch was good, the steak especially juicy today, and the corn tasted a little better then normal, but how could you go wrong with corn?

Masika finished earlier then you both, and then excused herself from the table, grabbing Eru's wings once or twice, giggling and taking one feather to rememberer you, as a keep sake of course. She then ran off to go do what young farm girls do in their free time, play outside.

This left Eru to scrounge around Adien's mind some more. You found out how he came to finding Masika, and why he started farming corn. Some good knowledge to have, you figured.

This left you to have conversation over food.

((Real story starts soon, don't worry.))

Kayfisor (Kay) Cenorall


Explosions, marching, yelling, drums and trumpets, the melody of war.

However todays sonata was quite different then the usual, the drums, the trumpets and marching had stopped. All that stood was yelling and gun shots.

You were in a human special prison, of that you knew. You hung from the ceiling, tied up in a straight jacket, your hair going over your eyes, and even if it didn't, you had a blindfold over your eyes, they obviously didn't want you to do anything.

They spat at you a lot, and threw things at you, because they thought you were causing this hell they lived on. You certainly were not human, a alien, something that enslaved them for a very long time, something they weren't excited about. Funny story, in the constitution of The Union of Democratic States, it was a offense to be an alien. Sucked for you, but they enjoyed it.

So you were sectioned off to die, as far as you knew, for tomorrow, when they were going to kill someone else as well. So, you had nothing to look forward to. However, a glimmer of hope had just occured. A fight was breaking out, you could tell, a big one. You felt something slack, the ropes binding you were giving out, and soon you fell to the ground, maybe 10 feet, nothing bad. You felt strength coming back to you.

What would be your next course of action?

Celab shook his head, falling onto his back. He forced himself to sit up, looking at the man. "My memory.. isn't that good right now... I.. woke up here.. in pain.. hurts to walk... hurts to talk..." He interrupted his sentence with a rough cough, more blood and sand coming out. He sighed, as his blood dissappated again. "I can hardly remember anything else... I.. need rest.."

He forced himself to his feet, stumbling in the sand, as his ankle rolled. he mumbled, wincing from the pain. "...I can hardly remember you, Katsu..." he mumbled out, spitting out more sand and blood, clearing his mouth and throat of the two substances. "We n-need to find somewhere to rest... to find out where we are..."

Kesh grinned, and he said the words. Balrur erupted out of the shadows, spreading his dark black wings and screeching, the room darkening at the very sound of his shrill speech. Kesh began speaking more words, the shadows in the room coming alive, dancing a dance of death, thickening, coming alive. Kesh felt the life come back into him gain, the shadows finally ending him their dark power again.

Kesh moved to the door, muttered a word, and the shadows dripped across it, solidifying, and ripping through the metal thing, ripping the door from its hinges, rocketing the forlorn thing to the opposite wall, leaving nothing but shadows and broken hinges behind to signify its existence.

Kesh would have shadow hopped from the building, it would have been easy, but he had a debt to repay. He took a step out of his prison cell, sending a cascade of shadows along the floor before him, filling whatever he had just walked into with darkness. His fury was unmatched, and he looked through the eyes of his dark men, for the men who had kept him prisoner, ambushed him, beat him. The Clansmen of T'llah always paid their debts, and Kesh meant to send his regards with interest.

Eru was feeling good, he had just eaten a wonderful, new meal, and had learned some new things, it didn't get much better for a Kiaru. Yet some questions were still unanswered, so the Kiaru decided to ask some more. (Just until the story finally get going with us 2).

"Ugh..." Eru sighed, slowly shifting his shape into something more... human. Due to his fatigue, the Kiaru couldn't transform as quickly as usual, so his transformation was slow and grotesque. His feathers, wings and beak very slowly withdrew into his now-human skin, and it took at least a mintue for his facial features to adjust. The whole experience was rather painful, but Eru needed to do it, otherwise his muscles would get too stiff to shapeshift later on. He was about 5'11", with white hair and sky blue eyes, and between the two, looked rather intimidating.

"I have another question to ask you; why wasn't your daughter scared of me? Surely any other girl her age would be scared if something like that had happened to them, especially with the grotesque form I was in."

(Kozmic, you can just put Kay, I gave him the shortened name so no one had to repeatedly type Kayfisor.)

Kay slowly got up, confused, hungry, and tired. He waited until the fight was raging, and not as many people were watching him, then started to run as fast as he could, using his aeromancy when he had the energy. When passing by the fight, he took out a black crystal, which he had kept hidden due to it being his most prized posession. The crystal glew purple for a moment, then where the crystal had been, there was a double bladed katana, which Kay quickly armed himself with.

((Kat, his name is AIDEN not ADIEN.))

Aiden sighed with content as he finished the last of his food. He silently watched as Masika played with Eru's wings. He cracked a smile when she plucked a feather and ran off.

Before he could gather the plates, Eru grunted, drawing his attention. And suddenly Eru began to shift. Aiden's eyes went wide, but not from horror, but from fascination. He watched as Eru looked like a human. He stared until Eru spoke, asking a question.

Aiden cleared his throat, rather embarrased for staring, and said, "Well, I'm not very sure myself. I've watched her grow up, yet I never really understood her. I've talked to her, and I know things about her, but I've never quite known everything about her. She may seem odd-". He suddenly looked down at the table and grumbled, silently scolding himself. "No no no, not odd. That's something a father shouldn't say..."

He looked back up at Eru, and finally said, "She doesn't see the world the same way we do. She doesn't base people on the way we look. She's...an angel."

"An Angel?" Eru let out a light chuckle as the word rolled down his toungue. It was such an odd word, a word with power to it.

"You know, the Kiaru were once called Angels when we were first discovered, during a time much more peaceful and much less frightening than this. But of course, this belief wasn't kept up for long. In a relativly clear-minded place, which this planet once was, such notions are quickly found false, and..." Eru paused, his sky blue eyes filled with a sort of quiet tragedy.

"There are more than two groups of Kiaru, there are a third, pray you never meet them. In battle, the Su-Avia and the Su-Una are often see as monsters due to our rather odd behavior, but at the end of the day, we still shed tears. But the third, the Su-Mare, they are monsters. They corrupt all they touch, turning dreams into nightmare, and with them comes fear and hatred, and eventually, madness. But, this is not all they do, for rather than new experiences, they crave souls. They ruin lives and harvest misery until the time is right, then spreading a pestilance which kills everything exposed to it after exactly three days, no more, no less. And then, on the third day, when everything is dead, they do not laugh but cacophany, and the sound of it is enough to drive those who were not affected by their plague to madness. Pray that you never meet one, for it foretells your doom."

"So I ask this not out of cruelty, but of fear, what does the name this Child has been given entitle? Is she a being of beauty, a monster hidding behind a metaphoric mask, or something in between?"

A queer silence seemed to fill the room as Eru waited for his answer.

((Ooh, whats this, an un-authorized twist? he-he-he, now he'll HAVE to incorporate it into the story. OR I get to do a completly out-of-character, guy gets scared by family being massacred, guy suffers for years, guy finds freinds and after several hardships ad tears-by-firelight, gets better after one frank chat!))

Aiden stared at Eru, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. It wasn't the fact that his race were once believed to be angels, or of the evil members of his race, no. Those facts had suprised him, the latter frightened him more than slightly, but that wasn't what caused him to stare.

It was the question. That completely random question.

He knitted his fingers together and placed his chin upon it, staring across to the wall opposite him. He stayed that way a few minutes, comtemplating the question.

He finally looked up at Eru and said, "Her name isn't anything special...it's Egyptian. It means "born from the rain." It was raining when I found her..."

He moved, scooping up the dishes and bringing them to the sink. He began scrubbing them, his broad back to Eru.

Eru started chuckling incessantly. "This is wonderful," he managed to get out between 'laughs', "you humans are certaintly fun to play with, your reactions are...," Eru paused for a moment, catching his breath, "...wonderful! Your face looks absolutly ridiculous."

"That being said," Eru said cheerfully, "they almost all dead, so I doubt we're going to have any trouble with them!"

(Expect lots of this, Kiaru just LOVE to screw around with people.)

Aiden froze in place, stopping mid-scrub. From Eru's point of view, Aiden's back was stooped sligthly, his head bowed and shoulders sagging.

He began to tremble slightly, and suddenly, so did the house! Plates and cups clattered in their cubbards as the furniture shifted from the virbrations! Aiden began to shake more violently, and again, so did the house! Several plates fell to the floor, smashing to bits! Finally, he spun around, and what would have felt like a blast of wind blew towards Eru.

His eyes were burning with anger that would rival his pyromancy! "You think it's funny, do you!?" he shouted. "You think it's FUNNY to PLAY WITH US!?"

His hand was wrapped around the grip of his gun, very tempted to pull the trigger on this...thing that HE had taken into HE home! HE had given him a warm bed, and a meal, and what did he have to say in thanks!?

'You humans are certainly fun to play with...'

Aiden was not happy, the polite friendly man he had once known was no more, replaced by an angry telekinetic monster. As he fumed, everything began to break, even Eru's chair gave out, causing Eru to fall and almost break his neck. As if he needed more injuries at the moment.

Despite his best efforts, the Kiaru could not stop laughing. He wasn't happy at all, but the laughter kept coming, and coming. "Look," he started, only for his words to be drowned out by his laughter. Eru was surprised he was able to utter anything at all during his laughs, but he did, and occasionally, a cry of 'oh crap' could be heard in between laughs.

The Kiaru didn't have many options at the moment, he was still having trouble getting anything legible out, and he couldn't exactly run out of the house, that would jsut be rude, and would probably piss Aiden off more. So, much to his agony, the Kiaru shifted into a mouse and hid until he could stop laughing.

After about a minute, the Kiaru finally calmed down, however, Aiden had not. Eru nimbly leaped up onto and unbroken chair, and then onto the table, and meakly let out an apology. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant it's fun to joke around with you, that's all."

(This post is kind of crappy, but I'm putting all of my literary skill into my own RP.)

The shaking began to die down. His head hanged low on his shoulders as he drew in shaking breaths. He had been angry before, and it had caused a mess similar to this, and he also remembered the consequences of it.

His breathing slowed, and the shaking finally stopped. He suddenly reared back his head, took a final, steadying breath, and straightened himself. He looked around the room, and, in his anger, didn't notice Eru hide and turn into a mouse. That changed, however, when a mouse on the table spoke, and Eru's voice came out.

His eyebrow's once again shot up, and he burst out laughing.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I HAD NO IDEA YOU COULD TRANSFORM INTO SOMETHING SO SMALL! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

(( >:3 Payback. ))