The Meeting In The Mountains - Romania

[Demmural Parson]

And So They Came To Be

The sun was slowly breaching over the horizon and peering through the early morning mist and fog banks that shrouded the dense forest along the broad mountain side. It as if the sun wished to banish them away to spread its pounding and warming light upon the earths surface. Even with the rising sun, hardly a single thing stirred, except for the birds waking from their roosts, and nests, chirping and chattering to one another in their pretty melodic tunes. The forest was lush and rich with ever green trees, spruce trees, and others that were similar to them. A thick layer of foliage sprawled across the ground, and would make it complicated for any one who wished to stray from the forest paths and trails.

"Seems it will be another cold sunny day..."A young man stated as he stopped his progression along the path he walked to glimpse up from under the hood of his dark brown robe to peer up at the sun whom brutally attempted to beat away at the fog and mist. He was a tall man, with glowing white eyes and a gaunt facial structure that remained hidden in the shadows of his hood. In his right hand he held his staff, his other was tucked under his robe and rested inside just above the belt around his waist, acting as a sling of sorts. The left robe sleeve dangled and draped to his side. It was a moment or two later that he smirked and continued walking down the path towards his destination. His stride was long and well balanced. Paces always even. The path he walked twisted and winded along the mountain side much like a serpent through tall grass. Yet the male still managed, for he was still young in the body, and able to do so.

"Just a little while longer and i should be there...i just hope i will not have to wait for him....If i do...then oh well.." The male had said once more in a deep and some what gloomy voice. Something that he spoke in from day to day except when in an argument with some one. Other wise it was always gloom and depressing. It was odd for a man such as him to be dark and depressing seeing as he was the son of both two light elementals. One would think he just grew tired of how every thing was in the world, and thus became a recluse much similar to a friend of his that he recently spoke of about meeting. Regardless, this is all unnecessary wording about Demmural Neziel Parson, the sick and twisted light elemental that dwells within a cave who is darker than the light that he spreads.

[Mana D. Banafield]

Would this be a good day or a bad day? Who knew and who cared?! All that mattered was that, they were alive and still able to continue for one more day at a time. As the mist slowly crept forth over the land cutting down visibility for creatures and sentient beings, Mana moved forth without hesitation towards his undeniable destination. To his hollow depths, the marsh lands were the only beautiful thing to see, especially when it became winter. When things lay dead and buried for him to find later to feast upon to sate his twisted sense of hunger. Thinking back to the whole beginning of this trek, Mana had to leave his deathly hollows where all was peaceful and empty, and reintroduce his presence to those who had forgotten about him some several years ago. Being a creature of solitude the Reaper was not enjoying this trek in the least bit, however he had been called and when he was called he would always answer! Thus Mana set aside his discomfort and dislike in order to meet him at their designated area.

After the first several miles of walking through swamp lands and marshes, Mana was sorely disappointed to feel the sinking mucky goodness turn solid and dry beneath his boney feet. Allowing him to leave tracks for others to follow lest he were being careful not to be followed like the last time! Taking up a thick spruce wood branch the male used it to slowly sweep away his tracks as he walked along the small trails of the forest. Every so often his large figure was forced to duck and weave at various angles and heights in order to properly and swiftly make it to his destination As it was by time the mountain was inside the sun was already coming up and beating through the moist that shrouded the land. With a gentle grind of his teeth the Reaper pushed forth and up the rocky landscape keeping his large gait and pace all the way up to the top. Every now and then Mana set his large Staff t work in helping him climb up steeper parts of the mountain to avoid traveling hikers who were there from over night into this early morning.

While climbing up a steep cliff edge, Mana pondered how funny he looked and acted when civilians were around. Knowing that the thought might tickle his partner pink, Mana made a side note to keep the question and comment on tab for when they were both safe and sound at the top. With one solid grasp after the other, Mana slowly slipped over the final ledge unto his destination. A nice rocky platform with several large trees firmly rooted into the base of the mountain to provide shade and fruity nourishment for those who were weary and in need of energy. Readjusting his large cloak, the skeleton pulled the large hood over his bald shiny skull to hide his face from view. Allowing himself to relax the joints of his jaw fell loose leaving his mouth slightly ajar. Releasing two fresh funnels of gray smoke that smelled of Sulfur. Mana D. Banafield had arrived, an hour before his partner even touched the base of the mountain.

When Demmural rounded the last bend to reach the top of the mountain, Mana elbowed a hollow point in a tree he was sitting against. Causing an apple to fall free of its roots, Mana caught it and without hesitation, he pelted it at Demmural for being late. Finally... Your here.. Demmural.." The voice was eerie and was composed of a legion of voices instead of just one. However when speaking the voices rarely changed pitch and tone from male to female. Keeping those who had never spoken to him before on edge about his gender. When Demmural had arrived on the platform he would see Mana sitting hunched against the main central tree of the plat form. With his staff over the left shoulder with both hands clasped together. "I was honestly beginning to think you were going to stand me up.. Or rather play my usual role and be late.. Which I see you did with excellence!!" Taking up a joking and half hearten persona, the Reaper soon dropped the jokes and returned to his serious state. It was time for everything to have a beginning and other things to have an end.

[Demmural Parson]

Together Once More

As said before, Demmural rounded the last bend in the mountain path he traveled upon, and reached his friend who he saw idly waiting. Suddenly an apple was hurled his way, acting fast he threw up his left hand, having quickly whirled it from under his robe and through the long sleeve, and caught it just about a foot from his body.

"...An elemental is never late...He arrives just when he wishes too."Demmural stated as he quickly inspected the apple before taking a large bite of it and chewing it. Once again he spoke taking a brief moment to rest himself upon his staff, leaning a bit against it in a casual manner. "And you're correct with your last statement my dear friend...I did take on your supposed part with excellence...But please do not be envious on my behalf, I was always the better actor than you any how.. Demmural gave a slight chuckle before continuing, letting a cheerful grin play over his face."So do tell me of your journey here...Did you have any complicating other than the mountain side kicking your bony ass? Or was it easy enough for you? Please inform me of it dear friend of mine!!Demmural stated as he moved himself from his relaxed position against his staff and moved over to his companion, having a cheerful smile upon his face as well. Demmural thought it was excellent to see his friend still in one piece again.

Still having the apple in his hand, he leaned against the tree of which it came, and awaited his friend to respond. He also let his staff rest against the trees trunk, and used his other free hand to pull back his hood, revealing a partially sweaty face, and dark brown lengthy hair that waved down to his shoulders. His jaw muscles worked anxiously as he chewed on the bites of apple he was gnawing off, bit by tiny bit. All while his shiny glowing eyes stared off into the distance.

[Mana D. Banafield]

If the skeleton had had brows they would be furrowed rather tightly at the center of his forehead in response to Demmurals comment on how he were a better actor than Mana himself. It hardly seemed like a fair comparison because of their birth differences there was a sever difference in picking your role and having it cast on you from the day of your birth. With a disgruntled yet playful exhale, Mana slowly recounted his journey from the marsh to the very mountain in which they sat.
"Much to my relief, I do not need to try to fit into my role, it was cast for me long long ago! As for my battle with the mountain I successfully made it to the top without a problem... Well kinda, I did a bit of free style in order to avoid human interaction.. A good thing too, I had and still have no intention of exposing myself to the elements. Last thing I need is a spider to make a home in my skull and let all its young feast and be happy. The pure sensation of just having wind run through my sockets is irritating enough!!" Mana said in a irritated and huffed out choir of voices, thankfully when he spoke his jaw did not have to move at all. It remained slightly ajar and nothing more till all things were said and done. Once he finished speaking the jaws snapped shut with a sharp, click! of his teeth.

Hastily retracting his arm, Mana remained buried beneath his cloak for coolness and dryness from the moisture at hand. Most would think it was easy being a Reaper however, when it came down to the wire it was entirely false. The world conflicting views and designs of how their lives should be to what they really were! It certainly made Mana want to rage in the parliament offices of France. A small cackle escaped his wisp pumping teeth, the Reaper could see himself standing there in the court house. Staff in hand with a boney finger out stretch pointing at the speaker of the house. An of course one could not forget the large white puffy wig he would wear from the older centuries to make himself look more official. A small voice played in his head as to what he would say; 'You Sir! Are absolutely false! How dare you speak of a Reaper like a low life you are! You disgust me!' The small cackled turned into a high pitch of laughter as the picture grew more vivid in his mind. A whole court house of astonished people men and women alike all gasping and or fainting. The most amusing thing though would be as he left, he would stop and slowly turn to stare down one poor soul and with a creepy whisper say; 'Your time is almost up!~ See you soon~ Then just skip away with a jolly laugh and song resounding down the halls ways. The over bearing smell of urine and feces slowly taking over the entire room.

As this image finished playing in his mind the skeleton was; 'in tears'. As one might call it however, instead of tears, from his eye sockets came large funnels of smoke. His bony legs kicked out as he sunk further down against the trunk of the tree in pure hysterics. His laughter continued on for a good several minutes before he gingerly rubbed the edge of his sockets to remove the smoke funnels. Sniffling slowly he giggled out the rest while readjusting his sitting position. "Ahh~ Ohh~ I'm so sorry, it was just one of those mental rant moments then it turned completely funny.. Also just picture me scaling that five hundred foot wall with my robe fluttering about. Just how humorous would it be if I actually had flesh and were in the nude! The poor eyes of those who looked up!!" It was not long before the voices rolled then pitched themselves into a shrill level of laughter. Causing him to fall over once more holding his would be gut section for another several minutes.

In all honesty he hoped Demmural found it funny as well, despite their similar twisted persona they still shared a child like innocence and humor that could never be adulterated by anyone or anything on this planet. "Anyways!~ The trek was a long and not so tiresome one.. I made sure to cover my tracks as you can plainly see by your question you did not see my foot prints. Despite it all merges down to one path I left no trace for hunters to follow. It was all nice and marshy till I hit the damn forest section then things got complicated.. My feet got a little sore which I still don't understand how that is possible. I have bones but yet there are nerves there, it is a bit concerning. Either way.. Next time I think I will just ride here and not walk. I dislike the idea of reintroducing my presence to the forest life here. Their actions carry too many signals and warnings that said; 'Death' is near by, but enough of me.. What about you? Did you enjoy your trip?" Adopting of empathetical yet humor tone, he did truly care to hear it but as all roles cast he had to pretend not to. It would make things more interesting no?

[Demmural Parson]

Journey Of Ease

As Demmural continued to munch on his apple, and slowly finish it off, he had no idea of his friends emotions towards his comment, even though it was all joke and play, thus he continued to stare off into the distance all until his friend began to speak, where he then turned his shiny stare towards him, giving full attention. Listening intently to what he had to say. Once finished Demmural had a brief moment to speak. He glimpsed upwards at the sky in quick thought, "That would be very irritating indeed..." He said this in response to Manas statement of spiders making a nest in his skull. Demmural to thought it would be gruesome and odd to say the least. Finishing his apple with one last bite, chew, and gulp Demmural tossed the core aside to his left before turning back to his friend who suddenly broke out into laughter. He found his previous statements funny as well, which explains the grin across his face and the chuckle he let loose as he laughed along. Crossing his arms and still relaxing in his idle position against the tree, Demmural thought Mana was laughing about what he had spoken, but in actuality he was giggling and falling over about what he was thinking. This was soon revealed to Demmural , which made his mind wonder about what his companion was thinking of.

After they completed their rant of laughter, and Mana wiped away his funnels of smoke that acted as tears, Mana continued to give Demmural the quick run down of his journey to where they presently are. "Seeing such a sight as you scaling the mountain side...with flesh...and nothing more but a robe that fluttered with every breeze?....That would be very....Awkward...and horrifying at the same rate!" Demmural said bursting into quick laughter once more, bending forwards slightly, clenching his gut as well from laughing so rigorously for the past few minutes at the story that was being told. It was true that they shared similarly twisted and sick minds. Yes. This is why they became friends so quickly in the past due to sharing a common mentality. Again, they completed a round of laughter, then readjusted their persons to, for Demmural, an up right lean against the tree, his friend Mana, adjusted himself to his original setting position. As Mana completed his story, Demmural soon began his, first making his comments towards Mana.

"Good...I am glad you were cautious in your hilarious quest here to find me my friend! Would be bad if those damned hunters trailed you here to find the both of us. Demmural chuckled at first, then let his smile fade away as he let his eyes look about in caution, searching the area for anything peculiar. He soon continued inhaling some of the moist air into his lungs. He then looked down to his feet which resided in his comfy fur leather boots, and sheltered from site underneath his robe. "Yes mine hurt as well...Oh! Speaking of which about hunters...I saw one of them snooping down back to the east in the valley...I of course avoided him or her, could not make out what gender...I observed him for some time, and all I could put together was that he was not after me, that much is re-assuring... Demmurals expression displayed worry and caution. "I believe I will ride next time as well...It is much faster...I am just glad both of us made it here safely...Mine was less humorous than yours unfortunately." Demmurals gaze was drawn over to Mana as he then continued to speak. "Ever since the last time we met there has been much going on in my life....I heard tell of a draconian here in Romania, I do not know if the rumors are true or not...If they are he may be a valuable asset to us if we go through with our...Discussed plans from the past.." Demmural was hoping his friend would remember what he was referring to from their last encounter. He hoisted himself from the tree he leaned against, uncrossed his arms, then grasped at his staff as he observed the area rather cautiously. Though he knew Mana would sense danger before he would. "If the rumor is true...We should definitely track him down regarding our plans..."

[Mana D. Banafield]

Setting all humor and jokes aside, Mana cleared his unseen throat and dusted off the sleeves of his cloak. Listening intently to his companion, the Reaper would have raised a brow in a most suspicious manner as to why someone would dare lurk in the valley, which was by the way their most central crossing section to both of their homes. Reaching out a bony hand, using two fingers the male scooped up a small pebble slowly tracing its crack and edges. "Let them come if there is to be another hunter strike, we will be able to hold our own now a days. Going in alone would be ill advised however, when we are strong enough we must find some initial ability to even our chances with a hunter if out matched at the start." His voice or rather voices filled with concerned and amusement holding over all a tone of absolute disgust for those who would dare cause either of them harm in the near future.

An what was this about a Draconian speaking of uniting arms in search for power and other things of the nature. Was this truly to be their way to attaining their own names and said destinies. This in all senses excited the Reaper beyond his imagination. The feeling of impending danger for the future was ominous and ever present to the point that, he himself could not help but clutch his staff close to his chest. The smoke stacks that wafted from his mouth began to billow and roll into a large gray screen that mingled with the mist. Turning it from a warmed whitish yellow to a dull inky grayish black.

"I think we should get to work on searching for this said Draconian who wishes to be apart of something greater and more earth shaking them sliced bread itself!!" With an excited tone, Mana swiftly rose adjusting his cloak so that it settled properly over the sword latched upon his hip. Creeping his right arm further into his sleeve he made it so that the left sleeve covered his hand completely and some of the staffs shaft. Adopting more of an fearsome and gruesome Reaper stance. "There is nothing left to lose here nor much more reason to be here! What are we waiting for friend Demmural?!" Stepping ahead several steps, Mana opened his arms wide slamming the base of his staff down into the crack in the earth. What happened from there seemed like an Illusion if not magic! As the staff slammed the wind picked up slowly at the top of the hill alone, taking advantage of the ink like mist, Mana whistled a bone rattling tune which went unanswered for several sections. The emotion that flooded from Mana became like that of complete irritation like a constant, Pest. As the wind circled the mountain top causing the inked mist to enclose both males, a loud whinny resounded from the mist. "Come to thy right side, Pestilence!! An to my left.. War!! Creatures of the Apocalypse!!" Grinning under his hood, Mana curled the fingers of his right hand as both Mares galloped forth into the presence of both males present.

With a gentle nod of his head, Mana stroked both of their manes before hopping onto the back of War, gesturing for his partner to do the same to Pestilence. "Let us waste no more time! Come we ride inland and take one step closer to our soon to be ally." All the voices harmonized in another bone rattling tone before, his mare reared and started down the rocky slope. As it reared his left hand remained in the air the right along the horses shoulder. Gripping with both knees his staff remained high in the air reflecting what little light it could from the mist screened sun. Mana did not need to look behind, because he knew Demmural would follow without hesitation towards their destination.

[Demmural Parson]

Onward To Future Success

Demmural nodded in agreement towards his pal. "Yes...We shall make quick work of them...Should be very fun if any come for me or you in a pack...or the both of us...we will be well protected..." Demmural stated as he observed his partners actions while speaking in his some what gloom tone of seriousness, having also disposed his mind of humor and joke. His mind wandered off for a moment back to a time that he first had encountered a rookie hunter. Grinning slightly as he glimpsed to the ground with his bright eyes, he shook the thought from his mind, and retrained his eyes back to his friends bony face. "And I fully agree, we should definitely begin seeking out our future ally...At least I hope he or she will be..." Demmural chuckled lightly once more as he observed his allies smoke rising into the thickets of mist that floated around in the area. Mixing with it and forming it into a grayish color.

Nodding once more Demmural grinned deviously at the thought of attaining power such as a draconian. He thought it would be thrilling just as his friend did. As Mana summoned forth Pest and War, Demmural watched intently. Mana pet both of their manes, mounted the one to his left. Soon after Demmural was beckoned to mount the other mare, he did just that as his companion galloped off into the distance. Quickly as to not be left behind, Demmural snatched his staff from its idle stance against the trunk of the tree, jumped upon the back of the mare, and gave a hasty chase after his companion. It was just a matter of seconds until Demmural pulled his mare alongside Manas. "The rumor is that he or she is south east of us at Moldoveanu Peak in a castle built into the side of the mountain! It should not be that complicated to reach him or her seeing as there is a hidden path that I know of to reach the Peak! My parents always took me there as a child! I know the area well! Though we should do well to avoid the hunters!" Demmural was forced to raise his voice over the roar of the wind, and the great thudding of the hooves of the horses pounding into the earth below them. It would be a half a days ride to reach that mountain peak, but would prove to be no problem seeing as Demmural knew the mountains in Romania well as he was the one who hid in them from hunters for so many years on end. Thus he had experience and knowledge to share with Mana about the region. He always did.

Demmurals body bobbed upon the back of the mare, riding out her strides rather smoothly. His hood had already fluttered down off of his head and behind him. His hair did as well. He carried his staff to the side, gripping it tightly, using its end to tap the hind quarters of his mount to keep her on the same pace as Manas. His other hand gripped the mares mane, keeping it in control, as his legs did well to grip onto the beast beneath him. Sure it seemed to sound as if it were to be a long journey there, but as long as they made the way down the mountain side, and then through the vast valley, and back up another mountain side onto the path towards their destination. Sounds simple. But who knew what lies ahead for the both of them.

Demmural tended to let his mind wander when he rode upon horse back, and thus he went back to his thoughts of his encounters with hunters in the past, which was something he also found thrilling and exciting.

[Lena Karien Vareska]

Deep in the caves of the Moldoveanu Mountain, Lena stood up wiping her brow of sweat, rubbing a large smear of dirt across her forehead instead. It didn't matter though, because she was looking at the final crate of raw gemstone. She would come back for more once she had sold, or used these in different devices, but for now she had enough to last her months.
Looking around the brightly lit cave Lena saw a good couple hundred robots moving about. They ranged in size but not really in design, she had other looks but this one was the easiest to make and looked the best. They were short copper cylinders on three wheels with a black glass dome top that had a red censor light in the middle. They had little dials and valves at different places on the midsection, that showed a few were about to start over heating with the work load and stuffy air in the caves. With a sigh Lena deactivated the ones on the verge of frying, using the controller on her arm, so they could cool down, and told the others to start carrying crates. Once they were on the move back to the storage room, and a few to the work room, Lena looked around once more.
The small cave was difficult for Azlue to go threw so he was back in the cavern that this cave split off from working on strengthening the structure, they had a mini earthquake a few night ago and Lena was worried it might all fall apart. Picking up her tool belt and snapping it back on, she began the short walk back to the cool aired chamber. Lena turned the lights out as she went, the brightly lit cave turning darker and darker every time she flipped the switch on another light. Walking behind the last robot through the caves opening Lena smiled as she saw Azlue bracing a large beam while a few robots were securing it.

'Did you find enough for the time stasis clock? Azlue's deep booming voice rocked through her mind like a familiar hum. Tossing one of the gems she had been looking at into the robots crate as it moved by, she shook her head, a more than a little disappointed. "No, I found enough, but none of the ones I looked at were pure enough." a few months after her father and uncle passed, the silence in the halls had been to much for her too take, she may not like human interaction but even she needed to hear a human voice once in a while, with her mother never speaking she had opted to talk to Azlue out loud instead of through telepathy like they did when others were around. "They would crack before the molecules had enough time to stabilize in the still state. Though if we wont to experiment with new kinds of molecular bombs we have enough practice material" The smile on her face told Azlue they would be making those kinds of bomb without a doubt, though what kinda of containment field it would require he would not be able to tell at first. With a groan from both him and the beam he stood up straight and shook his scales. Is there any way you could make them faster? have been holding that beam for 12 minutes, its not heavy, but that angel was terrible. Shaking his scales one more time like a dog shaking off water, His scales reflecting the light creating a green starry sky on the dark cave walls. crouching down so she could clime on, it was a good long walk back to the living quarters. She hooked her foot on his shoulder bone and stepping up, using it like a stirrup for a horse. "They should be moving much faster than that, it might be time to change out some of the parts." With a nod to of his head Azlue continued walking, accidentally knocking over a drone in the process, it was back on its feet but didn't seem happy about getting knocked over. Lena contemplated giving them voiced, to make them more human like. Shaking her head she forgot that thought quickly, maybe it was time to go into the city again, get some supplies, and maybe go to a few clubs and bars. In her late teens she had flirted with a chick named Molly, but decided it was a bad relationship for her brain cells. Now she had a little project to find a drug like that, but with no bad side effect, no good results yet.one thing she did miss was the loud music and dancing, she didn't have to talk to anyone just mingle and dance. Sadly Azlue couldn't go with her, it was one of the main reasons she hadn't gone in a while.
They made it to the work room, with ease she slung herself off his back and went to work. Azlue helping out like normal, he just hoped she remembered to eat and feed him sometime today. He had started to worry about her, she was talking less and less, and going farther with her experiments that she normally would. He wished there was something he could do to give give her the contact he knew she needed, but all he could do her was remind her to eat sleep, and bathe. at nights he wrapped around her to fight off the nightmares, but it didn't always work. it was just a matter of time before this habit of being alone besides him and the machine would drive her crazy.
"I think I'll take a bath, then we can start sifting through all of these, its gonna take time, but if we can find enough of the right grade we could go bat shit crazy" as she walked of she turned to Azlue and smiled "when was the last time a gave you a good scale scrubbing." Azlue gave a slight chuckle 'to long, much to long' with that they headed to the large bath room.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

If I Make Another Move, If I Take Another Step


"Roar, Jadova!"A shout echoed from the clouds in the heat of the day.

From a small cloud in the sky, a dragon swooped down in a fast strike towards the ground, free falling in a slow spiral. Just before the dragon hit the ground, it lifted its head, opening it's wings again, just barely making a crash collision with the ground. She was a beautiful dragon, the serrations on her wings cutting through a few smaller tree's as they passed, not slowing them completely, but Jadova, with each tree hit, started to loose control of her momentum. Just as she tried to lift her head to pull herself up back into the sky, her tail was caught by bramble, forcing her to the ground.

Hitting the ground hard, her heavy body slid through the earth, ripping a small trench where she went, but from her back, at the moment of contact, a small form was thrown due to the force. Even though she had stopped, the smaller creature had kept going, hitting the earth in front of Jadova and kept rolling, even when Jadova herself had stopped. It was a man that had been mounted on the dragon's back, and probably what gave the command that had been called earlier at the start of this free fall. The man lay, face down, in the earth and unmoving. The forces of that free fall probably knocked him out before Jadova even crash landed. The blue dragon pulled herself from the dirt, looking up at the cloud that they had dropped from earlier, her milky-blue eyes peering up, but then back to her rider, moving over to him, nudging him softly, "Wake up, hurry, they're after us. I said wake up."She was about to release a roar, but stopped and picked him up in her bout by his coat, carrying him as she rushed through the small forest just next to the mountains base.

She tried her best to not plow through the trees and make their location known, these mountains had many creatures lurking in them, and none of which she wanted to meet. At least while her rider was knocked out cold. A few more minutes of running later, she stopped and placed her rider down, giving a soft hiss as she started to walk in a small circle around him, waiting for him to recover conscienceness, protecting him until he finally did. Her rider gave off soft sigh, rolling over onto his side, giving a small yawn before opening his eyes some time later. His long black hair had fallen from it's ponytail, but his steel-grey blue eyes were still just as piercing as they always were. He pushed himself up from the dirt, stretching a little with an obvious smirk on his face, "That was one hell of a ride."

Jadova hissed a little, "That's all you have to say when I was worried about you?"

He looked back over his shoulder at her with a little smile, "It takes more than a fall like that to put me down. You know I'm one stubborn little bastard."

Jadova hissed again, louder, obviously not pleased with the response she was given. The man only looked around through the tree's, trying to find a hold on where they were, "I wouldn't suppose you know where we are, do you?"

Jadova moved up behind him, looking over his shoulder, "No, but whatever was chasing us before, it isn't now."

"Well that's a good thing, that bastard was wearing on my last nerve." He turned to Jadova, hoisting himself up to her leg and flung himself up to her back. over her shoulder, in a leather bag, there was the handle of a weapon sticking out, "I'm just happy my weapons didn't fly out in the crash." He reached inside the bag, pulling out his short spear from inside, spinning it in his hand so that it rested neatly across his lap.

"Let's get walking. I don't want to risk flying." he said while he looked around.

"And not anymore than I, Kandasa. Not anymore than I."


Then I Would Fall Apart, There'd be Nothing of Me Left

[Mana D. Banafield]

It was marvelous to feel the rushing wind, howl through the fabric of his cloak as he road. The Reaper smiled faintly as he began making plans in his mind for future things to invest in when this little group began its journey towards the top of the world. Toppling democracy and monarchy in the sole dream of being Anarchy driven. However, Mana did have several reservation thoughts on their goal being complete Anarchy... Several questions that prowled within the back spaces of his mind. At the mention of the mountain and the hunters, the Reaper only offered his friend a crude laugh. "Let them come... The more I feast the stronger I get.. The more you kill the stronger you will become.. Let them come and let us create.. Havoc.." His legion of voices swayed and whirled with the wind easily reaching his partners ears. Even at this riding pace his body remained still on the back of his mare, keeping an upright position with his arms crossed over his chest. The Staff betwixt between his arms and chest, so that it had no wiggle room nor place to go.

The forest landscape flew by with a blur however, to the Reapers crimson orbs everything seemed like slow motion. Due to his six sense the world traveled slowly when on a journey permitting him the joy and the disgust of zoning in on possible targets. He would not know who or what they were, he would only know if their intention was for evil or survival. Keeping his head straight, his crimson orbs looked this way and that scoping out various creatures of the forest. Keeping to himself silently, all Mana could do on this traveling trip was think. What was he thinking about? Who really knew? Would they really care besides Demmural? With a clever cackle the skeleton and his mate approached a clearing where he slowed his mare down to a trot in order to investigate. "I am curious.... As much as this is off topic.. Do you think there might be some chance of a camp being near by? We are five miles from my home and by the looks of where Moldoveanu Mountain is.. We might need some supply of food for yourself. For me it is simply kill then eat.. I presume you know it will take half a days ride.. The horses thankfully don't need to rest, the curse and blessing of magic. At the same time.. The amount of aggravation we might inflict upon the creatures and people near by will increase our chance of battle." His voice remained low while his eyes scoped this way and that, looking up towards the sky it remained semi clear and cloudless. The mist had faded rather quickly during their ride, the time of day: Noon.

Turning his mare of War towards a small tree, Mana slowly gestures to the ants upon its trunk to give an example of what he meant by aggravating the creatures of the forest. If Demmural were to look closely two things were off about the tree itself. The first was that within moments of Mana's gesture the tree bark turned from brown to a flood of black and red. The next being the skirmish between the fire ants and the beetles who nested in the tree. "The influence of War... The influence of Pestilence is not that heavy however with both combined we are looking at some problems. Do be prepared." Turning his Mare round in a full circle, War reared up and let out a strong nay before trotting off down the path towards the Moldoveana Mountains. "An so.. It begins at last.." He thought to himself in silence while gazing all around, taking the staff in his right hand Mana held it up right as he rode.

"Now that the tangent is done.. Do tell me friend.. Is there anything more you're hoping to accomplish with this idea or no?"

[Demmural Parson]

((OOC: Posting Order: Demmural, Mana, Lena, Kandasa... More will be added as more people join our RP.))

~Excess~

Demmural gave some thought about what Mana had said, and simply replied back, loud enough for his companion to hear. "Yes...Do let them...We shall topple whoever opposes our power...We shall rule over those weaker than ourselves, an thwart the strong face first into the ground, and into their blood filled graves...." His voice seemed to carry a very eerie and horrifying tone. It reeked of blood shed and hatred. A small flash back played through Demm's head for the brief amount of time that remained through the forest.

~Begin Flashback~

"Pl-Please have mercy!!" The man shouted towards Demmural from the opposite end of the cave.

"SILENCE!!" Demmural shouted at the top of his voice towards the male hunter before continuing quickly."You and your insulate abilities!!...You are a thrall for believing that you are above me! You foolish idiot!! You should have never gave chase after me...You should have denied the contract you signed...Instead you lead yourself to your death!!"

Demmural shouted towards the male who shook and cowered in helpless fear, with his back against the wall of a cave some place in the mountains. The man was not much younger than Demmural himself. In his early twenties. young and strong. Though the male was disarmed, and unable to react to the crippling lightning that shot towards him from the tips of Demmurals narrow slender fingers that were extended towards him. Lashing out with pops and crackles as it slithered through the air quickly. The only reaction the male was able to give in return was an expression of shock and horror. The lightning illuminated the dark corners of the cave. Demmural was able to easily spot the male who had his back against the wall who was now cringing in utter pain thanks to the faint sunlight that peered through the cave entrance.

Demmurals stance was idle, arm and hand both extended towards the male, slowly electrocuting him with the lightning he created. The other hand rested upon his staff. Demmural took pleasure in slowly watching the males body burn and sizzle against the damp cave wall, Smiling and chuckling while doing so. After a short moment of merely torturing the male, Demm ceased his actions, then spoke once more. The male slid down against the wall in a slumped position, twitching and shaking, mouth foaming, and entire body steaming from the torture he was being sent through. Demmurals arm fell to his side.

"I would tell you to deliver a message to your leader...Though I will personally deliver it to him upon his door step...And just like you...there is nothing he can do to cease my actions...You and your pathetic allies....Your whole entire race...is filled with nothing more...but failure...So do what you are best at...AND DIE!!!!"

Right after speaking his last two words, Demm slung his arm upwards again, fingers aimed directly at the helpless male. Grinning wickedly Demmural began to quickly electrocute the male once more. It only took a few quick seconds to kill the male, Though this did not cease Demmural from continuously flowing his lightning into the males body. Pumping volt after volt after volt. All of his anger and rage went out through his finger tips and into the other male. It was a solid three minutes until Demmural ceased his lightning flow. Leaving the male in a burnt sizzling state.

"Maybe...this will send the message through to all of the others that oppose me and my future actions....Let it be known that Demmural Neziel Parson shall bow down or give in to no being alive....Not even the Gods themselves...Hunt me if they dare...They will only fail utterly..."

Demmural stated while staring the whole time at the male, who now was dead and gone. He then turned his back towards him and walked out through the mouth of the cave.

~End Flashback~

Demmural eventually found his way back to reality out of his flashback. The forest was a breeze for the both of them indeed. It was something that Demmural missed indeed. Riding like so with his companion. It seemed to bring back memories of the past inside of Demmurals mind. As they both rode into a clearing, Mana was the first to slow his mare, Demmural let Pestilence trot ahead a little more before rearing back on the reins and swiveling the mare around to face Mana.

"Sure...Supplies would be useful...Though generally I tend to hunt for my food...such as lakes and ponds...Even a bird every now and then.." Demmural stated agreeing to travel to Manas home for supplies, for either the both of them, or simply just Demmural. Either way the small trip would be worth while. Watching the tree that Mana was facing, he observed the bark, ants and bark from afar. Watching as they fought and waged war upon one another. Demmural knew this would pose some form of issue if they were to travel through a village or near civilization. If it came to such a thing, they would possibly have to travel separately.

"Yes it could pose a problem...If it comes to such a thing we will simply travel at a distance from one another...But yes supplies would be a wise decision at this time. I feel we should setup a camp and make our way through the caves in the midst of the night to avoid being seen during the day going into them...." As war reared back and trotted forth, pestilence did the same, sensing her excitement and following behind Mana and war. Demmural maneuvered her along side Mana and war.

In response to Manas question, Demmural stated plainly. "Simple...over throw hierarchy...free this pathetic realm of their shitty life style...Kill all democracy...Over power the world...And prove a point to the supposed Gods that are nothing more but beings such as you and I...Sure it may seem impossible...And a suicide mission...But hey...When you are powerful like we are...Nothing can oppose us...Not even our own fears, or emotions..." Demmurals small speech was blunt and straight to the core. Yes it was a suicide mission indeed. But with the right amount of power and skill set in the group that he planned to form, anything was possible. The draconian he was planning to convince to join them would prove to be a very powerful asset. That is if the rumors proved to be true. All that was required was for him to gather up the right amount of people, and right races with a mentality similar to Demmural's and Mana's.

"Together...We will go far in this world...We simply need to gather various races that have our same views upon the world as we do....Races such as daemons and Vampyres...Minotaurs...Supernaturals such as us...The people that humanity and every thing else looks down upon...We will prevail over all else...." Demmurals voice fail silent as he let his eyes wonder about the area as he also kept an eye out for near by trouble of any sorts. It wouldn't take long at all for the two of them to reach Mana's house. This much was assured, Mount Mondeavanu however would be a half days ride. Demmural was prepared, he just hoped that Mana was as well.

[Mana D. Banafield]

Sitting in utter silence, Mana stroked his chin lightly as he thought to himself slowly about their riding options. To make it into several nights would be ridiculous at the same time he did not wish to get into a cross fire fight wit the people of the land. At the same time it would make life more interesting to ride through kill those who rise up, with his fear factor there would be virtually nothing for himself to face. Demmural however would have some snippy people about him. Never the less Mana had no real desire to prolong things however his friend would need supplies. Mana himself needed nothing at all besides his sword and staff and the supplies he carried in his cloak.

A Reaper was not really one to furnish themselves unless they had long term intentions that is. Keeping his intentions short term for now he only lived to work step by step. Looking left and right they had a good four hours left of sun light before the fog rolled out and the moon came up. Making it possible to travel at night and along the roads which were a quicker route. However if they did go searching for an enemy camp it could cause trouble for them both but there was no fear in that. Cracking and adjusting his jaw slowly the smoke stacks huffed and puffed bigger and darker as he thought hard while riding.

"If you're all set for now we shall dip into the nearest towns urban homes and take some supplies for yourself. I am always packed with everything I need.. Literally.. If it rains all I have to do is strip off my cloak and have it run over my bones." With a light cackle Mana's sockets slowly changed and shifted as the blackness turned to red. Being small little beads to resemble eyes his vision still remained unhindered at all times. Looking left and right he forced his mouth to close altering the current of the smoke to funnel out around Wars feet. A little added dramatic effect to make things more interesting for when they crossed through the villages leaving behind a smoke screen. With a bone rattling laugh, War pushed on in a rather focused yet disturbed state from the familiar smell of Sulfur. Stamping in place slowly, Mana steered his Mare off of the road and into the woods cutting through without a trail and into some under brush. "If you need to sleep let me know, I say we go through at night and during the day meaning.. Forest by day the road by night to help keep our course.." Speaking his mind the male looked back as his partner as he rode, instinctively ducking his head to avoid a low hanging branch which was shaped more like a log. Turning forward into his saddle once more he clapped at the end of Demmural speech on their future plans.

"Freedom is a myth.."

[Demmural Parson]

~Traveling~

”Well…I suppose we can go and ravage a few homes in a small village for supplies…I could use some, though I have most of all I need in my satchel on my belt…But all that is really required if we are to do so…is for me to knock on the doors and you stand behind me and do what you do best…Be tall dark and scary…” Demmural gave a slight gentle cackle, sharing a joke about his friend, knowing that he should not take offense to such a thing that was the truth. Demmural tilted his head back upwards to the sky, observing it for a brief moment. He estimated the time of the day for he had no watch, and guessed that he had about four to five more hours left in the day before night fall.

Without warning, Pestilence pulled off the road and into the forest as well, following what seemed like a smoking cloud in front of him. Coughing slightly, Demmural pulled off and out of the way from behind Mana to avoid the sulfuric smog that flowed from him. Swallowing from being lightly parched, he listened intently to Mana while he spoke, and then continued to speak once more. Though at first, he smirked lightly at Manas response to his short speech, also shaking his head.

”I can sleep on horse back…seeing as pestilence follows war, or either it’s following where you go. Either way, I will be able to sleep on horse back. Just as long as you warn me if danger is near…And that seems like an excellent plan…Though the roads should prove to be of no danger, whether it be day or night…I could care less for danger…Its just another obstacle in this life of ours…” Demmural paused momentarily to duck under the log sized branch as well before he continued. ”You know…I find it hysterical that humanity tends to reject us…Well most of them anyways…They fear us naturally…Like they are afraid we are just going to strike them down in their sleep or some farfetched bull shit like that…Come to think of it…Do you remember that time when you had to bathe yourself off in a farmers pond? Two children found us. A boy and a girl. The girl screamed bloody murder. The boy shouted ’how amazing!!’ amused to see a living skeleton. All while I was setting on the bank laughing my smart ass off…Haha…Those were the best of days.” Demmural smiled as he looked back on his and Manas good times together. Giving a faint chuckle every so often, also hoping that Mana would remember that time as well.

[Kandasa StormCrown]

Remember the Vow We Made?

Kandasa and Jadova were rushing through the thicket of the tree's, Kandasa taking the lead, trying to find big enough gaps in the tree's as he rushed in a free sprint to lay a path out for Jadova. Just so she wouldn't ram into any tree's in her run, but even if she did, it wouldn't harm this. This was for the reason that they wanted whatever was chasing them to never find where they were. Kandasa looked over his shoulder in his sprint, seeing back behind Jadova a massive bear, almost the size of her still ina full run after them. Looking forward, he forced himself to run faster, yelling out to Jadova.

"We need to get airborn. Now!" He said in a rush.

"We can't until we find a clearing, if I could loose control if I hit to many trees, you know this." She said back, her voice ringing clear in his mind.

"Just do it! Go straight up, don't bother to get wind speed!" He said, slowing only for a moment before he sped up again, finding a path that would be a good size for Jadova to fit through.

"But-" Jadova had started, but Kandasa cut her off.

"Now!"

Jadova didn't argue, she increased her speed and spread out her wings, the blades on them slicing through the trees, them hitting the earth hard enough from them to heard for miles. She gripped Kandasa by his coat collar and threw him into the air. He landed on her back, sheathing his spear into the pounch behind her left wing. He pulled out his bow, looking black as night, and similar to that of bone, but only in a few ways. He reached back into his quiver, pulling out a serrated tipped arrow, prepping back the string and aiming. He tried to steady himself as Jadova ran, her body moving up and down as she ran, but as he let loose the arrow, it soared through the air and struck the bear in the eye.

Though, it was obvious it didn't kill it, the bear let out a roar of pain and it stumbled him for a moment, just enough for Jadova to get enough speed. Kandasa put the bow on his shoulder again, sitting on her shoulders, and gripping onto the horns that came from the side of her neck. She lept up into the air and flapped her wings. At first, it seemed as if they would fall right back down to the earth, but with another strong swoop of Jadova's wing, they went soaring up with the wind currents. They soared up indeffinatly high into the air, slowly back down, but the problem was simple, and it passed through both of their minds.

"Anyone could see us. Hunter or otherwise."

Falling back down to earth, over a small hill'd area, they landed in a small field, noticing a slight smell of Sulfur. Kandasa looked around, his eyes falling onto two men upon horses. Ones that looked non-to-normal in the least. And they must have saw him, especially after him falling from the sky like that.

"Jadova, Roar!" Kandasa cried, followed by a deafening roar from the Dragon he road upon.

By that time he had already pulled out his bow and prepped it with an arrow, aiming it directly for the men on the horses. He didn't know who they were, but he didn't feel right simply attacking them without knowing who they were indefinatly.

"Do you come for Battle, or shalt you simply pass through!" He shouted across the field, Jadova hissing loud enough that it could certainly be heard by the duo.
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[Mana D. Banafield]

"I would much prefer not to have to play the background but it would be amusing none the less no?" Cackling out loud, Mana sat straight forward in his seat as War slowed itself down to sniff and inspect the area around itself. Keeping his surroundings in check, the Reaper swiftly held up his hand as the sound of pain rippled through the silent forest.
From the trees ahead a large winged creature rose into the sky at an awkward angle. Rising higher and higher Mana could not ignore the Dragons rider whom slung a bow around his shoulders before seating himself upon his mounts back. Was this what Mana thought it was? He wasn't even three hours in and they already countered trouble and abuse.

"That was no cry of simple pain.. Somethings been injured.." Deep within the reaches of his mind, his theme song kicked on as a moment of badass help was on the way for the injured bear! Digging his heels into War's flanks the mare bolted off leaving behind a smog streak of gray. Weaving this way and that, Mana looked around smelling the air for the familiar scent of blood. It did not take him long to find it either, within moments of arriving at the edge of the forest, Mana took a sharp right and rolled off of War's back to avoid a foul paw swipe. Had he not rolled out of the saddle and onto the ground he would have had his rib cage crushed and his spine mangled.

Landing on all fours his staff landed upright and proper like a lamp post. Staying on all fours, Mana rolled about upon the ground as the bear landed where the Reaper had once been. "Thank goodness your not like your ancestors or this process would be much harder.." Speaking out loud, War reared away and galloped back to Pestilences side. With another roll and a leap, the Reaper landed on the bears back. Wasting no time he pulled forth his small knife and wrapped on arm around the bears fur neck. Ducking his head into the fur he avoided a backward paw slash while bracing himself for the force of the bear flinging itself about. Having to work quickly he placed the blade between his teeth and quickly took a hold of the arrow.

"Forgive me Mother Bear.." Mana spoke in the bears ear, as it realized his hand was upon the arrow it let out a solid roar before the barbed head as pulled clean out. Using the knife to wedge it out he braced himself as the bear stumbled and fell to the floor. Landing on her side the Bears flanked heaved as the blood flow from her eye slowly stopped and the pain faded away. Tossing the Draconians arrow into his pouch, Mana kept as still as possible playing dead while signalling for Demmural to not take action.

Slowly the she bear rose up to her four paws sniffing over the bones of Mana she nuzzled him before turning to growl at Demmural. Taking a few steps back she ran away into the woods to learn to live with a single eye for the rest of her life. When Mana saw the coast was clear, he quickly rose up and dusted himself off. "I say that was a ten for valor and a nine for the process of getting the arrow out.. I mean it could have been worst!" Letting out a jolly laugh it was soon cut short as he strolled ahead of War only to have his hearing barreled down with a dragons roar. Taking a very close look at the dragon and it's maker the Reaper grew solemn and cold hearted towards the Draconian.

Taking the bloody arrow from his robes he pointed it at the Draconian. "Is this yours lizard mouth? Were you the smart one with the bright idea to shot an animal?" Purposely ignore the Draconians answer Mana grabbed his staff as he walked with War at his back. Using it to keep his shaken bones balanced his mood was foul and his Aura of Fear ripped forwards and showered the whole field. "How dare you see it fit to point your bow when it is you who should be questioned.. When it is we who should be asking you.. Are you a friend or foe.. From what I just saw and the linking evidence of your arrow and the bears eye shows me we have little in common ground right about now.." Mana's voice turned from its usual deep to a deathly hollow and cold legion of souls his crimson eyes flared as the smoke rolled from his hood in large billows. "Are you.. Friend of Foe...?" Slamming the butt end of his staff down the Reaper dared to stand toe to toe with the Draconian and his Dragon. The Creature of the Apocalypse at his back. Knowing good and well that with War's presence things could turn into a fight, Mana had no fear of his enemy. "How.. Do.. You.. Answer..?"