A Journey to the Dark Side

[[red].Raven]

There was another long pause before Dimor responded with a simple "Nau." He proceed on his way in smooth silence, steps unfaltering as they traversed the rough, scraggly land. His shadow had all but entirely infected Suzume's, and was now working towards Matt, even more tendrils darting out into the trees. The deeper the forest the entered, the darker and more powerful creatures they were sure to stumble across. Actually, they had already passed one or two that could have seriously done them some damage, but luck had been with them so far. Then, quite abruptly, Dimor mumbled out something incoherent before completely bursting, mid-step, into small fragments of shadow that trickle to fade away upon the ground. A thin, silver arrow was stuck solidly in the tree he had just been about to walk by.

Dark giggles of laughter, two voices melded into one, resounded around the area, coming from no one place at a time. After one dangerous moment, the laughter faded away into silence. Pieces of shadow lifted from the ground and swirled together, solidifying into that pale-skinned man we all know and love so much; Dimor. The Drow was crouched by the arrow, scrutinizing it fiercely. Without a word, her stood and looked around in the forest surrounding them. What sounded like a low, frustrated growl seeped out of Dimor's... person before he continued on his way, pace just a bit faster than before, and obviously more cautious. "Lil Dalninilen..." For Matt's sake, he called back in English "It will only take one of those arrows to kill you."

((Bet you can't guess what 'nau' means xD Lil Dalninilen= The Sisters))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume looked at the arrow curiously, she wanted to poke the arrow, but figured it best not to, she was really good at ignoring her childish needs to poke things when need be, though upon seeing Dimor walking off, she ran to catch up with him. "Do they want to kill you?" she asked, though the thought that perhaps they were trying to kill his company didn't occur to her, "Did you do something bad? Like say something mean to your mommy and daddy?" she asked, her innocent blue-green eyes looking up at him with utter curiousity.

[demonfire]

Yes, people trying to kill you was bad. From what he could assume, there were a couple of possibilities here: the kid could be a fugitive, this could be some weird custom, or this place was seriously screwed up. Noticing the arrow was silver, Matt took great heed to Dimor's advice; he had to stay on his toes. Keeping pace with the Drow, he slung his weapon over his shoulder, instead opting for Canine that was hung on his side. A gun was a great tool and all when you had a target, but these people were pretty fast, and just in case stopping the metal with his control over it wasn't enough, he was ready to use the knife. "Guess you got the red carpet, huh?" Matt asked, ready to give Dimor his 'Second Try' if you would. He considered meeting someone like baseball; they had three strikes until they were out.

[[red].Raven]

Dimor kept up his steady pace, disregarding the fact that Suzume was but eight years old and may have difficulty keeping up. If she did, she would no longer be his problem; the Sisters would take care of her. If she didn't, then, oh joy, she was still his problem. "My mother and father are dead, child; the first 'bad thing' I ever did." The Drow, for some reason, avoided the 'do they want to kill you' question. The land around him was the same... but those who inhabited it obviously had very different thoughts than when he had last been there. He knew very well that most despised his easily obtained rank of power, his blessings from Lloth even though he was a sakphul; a halfling. Most hated him, but all either feared or respected him enough not to speak out. It would appear that his absence has left room for dangerous feelings to boil over. 'For Lil Dalninilen to attack me... this day is going to be such an annoyance' Dimor hardly even acknowledged Matt's existence, and waited a healthy amount of time before responding to him in any way. "This welcome was not one I expected." Without any warning given to either Matt or Suzume, Dimor came to an abrupt halt when two dark, lithe figures suddenly stood a dozen or so meters before them. One had a bow and arrow strung leisurely though at the ready at her side, and the either held two sword loosely in her skilled hands. Sadistic grins played across their expressions and again they spoke as one being. "Udos zhahen kyorlin ulu thalthra dos whol lil drada draeval, Dehmoor Ofere."[/color]

(( Lil Dalninilen; The Sisters Last thing said= We were waiting to meet you for the second time *insert heavily accent name here*))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You know... you're not supposed to kill people, but you were little then, right? So it must have been an accident." she nodded, sure that this Dimor person wasn't as bad as he seemed, even though he kinda reminded her of Vana. She marched alongside Dimor, humming pleasantly, not really caring if it attracted some beast that may come along and attack her, she was Suzume, she was rough and tough, she could take on the scariest monster, she was sure of it! She was an overconfident little child, wasn't she? Well, perhaps it was her charm. Her tummy rumbled, though. You see, hunger wasn't a monster that a child could defeat, so she looked up at Dimor, "Dimmy... I'm hungy... do you have any food?" she asked, her eyes pleadingly looking up at Dimor and the slightest hint of a pouty lip was visible as her tummy grumbled again.

Red, please say "aaaawe" here.


Thank you. ^^

[demonfire]

"How about speaking a bit o' English every now and then, thanks," Matt said sarcastically to the two Drow women that were seemingly trying to kill Dimor...or someone in the party...or the entire party, whatever. It involved killing someone Matt had no huge quarrels against yet, so it wasn't going to go down on his watch. But then there was the huge 'I killed my parents thing' from Dimor, but still he didn't know everything. Matt was ignorant to any information about the whole situation, so he just decided to stay on the defaulted side where the people aren't trying to kill you right off the bat.

Matt spun the bowie knife in his hand with the handle against his palm, something that came with some practice, luck, and too much free time. Beneath his gas mask, a feral look appeared in his eyes, like that of a wolf on the hunt, just beckoning his prey to come and play.

[[red].Raven]

((Aaaawe /@w@\ lol Poor Matt xD))

Dimor completely ignored the hungry girl's pouts and whines, white eyes fixated on the Drow twins up ahead. However, when Suzume's pleas got to be too annoying, the Drow glared down at her and cuffed the back of her head with one hand, intention being only to silence her. He knew the child would become a nuisance, he had just hoped it would come later at a less vital time. His glare quickly returned to the Sisters, whose crimson eyes danced over all three travelers. Their grins broadened unpleasantly. "Engh'lich?" The accent they both carried was even more pronounced when they did now speak the Drow language. Laughing maniacally, the two forms began to flicker in and out of existence. First they would be standing together, and then they would be on either side of the group, then one would be in a tree while the other crouched on the ground. These erratic movements continued even as they spoke. "The lang'vich of jhour ancestirs, eh, Dehmoor Ofere?" They began to take turns speaking. "A Halfleng." "Curshed und bless'd." "A wurthliss sovereign." "A neshecery fault." For one instant, both Drow women were positioned among the group; the bow and arrow wielder all-but hanging off of Matt's shoulders, and the duel sword master crouched down with her hands around Suzume's arm. "Jhou've even gone far as to keehp thees creatchurs ahrou'nd." "Good pets, hm?" Satanic laughter ensued before they disappeared once more, standing side by side right in front of everyone. A bow was strung and swords drawn at sides, The Sisters obviously enjoying themselves a great deal. "Do jhour pets kno'ny tricks?"

((Beware the straaaaange O.@))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume frowned at the women, obviously they weren't playing hide and go seek, they were mean people! No! They were bullies! Suzume frowned, "Nobody picks on Dimmy!" she seemed to completely ignore the fact she had been backhanded in the face and instead focused on the women, an angry little fox girl was she. In her clenched fists arrived a pair of weapons, believe it or not, they were known as kamas. Both carried designs reeling up thier handles and runes dancing accross the blades, but one was made of dark wood and was with dark red markings while the other was made of almost pure white wood with light blue markings. Suzume barely noticed it. Suzume's bright turquoise eyes were focused on the woman who had been holding her arm, "Don't ever touch me." she said to it, a slight dark tone in her voice as turquoise foxfire picked up at her feet, generating a slight wind around Dimor, Matt, and Suzume.

Ouwashi was aware of the danger, as was Tsubame. They would be assisting in this round.

[demonfire]

"I think you have gone a bit sixes and sevens," Matt said to The Sisters, with an annoyed tone in his voice. A feral undertone was heard, not that of a normal human. His blue eyes began to take on a silver tint, like that of a polished metal. Keep it under control... Matt thought to himself. When his life was threatened, or he was pissed off to an insane degree, usually wolf senses kicked in (although besides the similarity, they were not connected to spider senses). His eyes seemed to go through several changes: from blue to silverish-blue and back again. "I ain't any body's pet; I'm a Marine," he said in his British way, in a way that stated that he was elite to those who would dare threaten his existence.

"And I'll be the first to admit it, you two bobfocs are quite annoying," he said, still desperately trying to keep control of his wolfishness. He twirled the knife around in his hand, sending the little blade into a spasm of movements, with the metal shifting around into different things, eventually returning to the bowie blade it was originally made in.

((Bobfoc=Body off Baywatch, Face off Crimewatch, >> << *So totally loves the British acronyms*))

[[red].Raven]

Dimor's sharp glare stabbed into Suzume. Dimmy? Honestly, didn't she know that 'Dimmy' in Dimor's language meant 'you're a major buttface and I would really like to see my own spleen'. Fortunately for her, there were more important matters to attend to. The Sisters were one of the island's most feared units. Dimor himself wasn't afraid of them, especially since he was stronger here, at home, than anywhere else, but he also knew that the pair was definitely something one should not look lightly upon. The 'sister' clad in green bounced a bit on the balls of her feet, eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, Dalninil! They du kno'sm tricks! Purhaps we can keehp the li'ttle one?" The other woman, obviously the more... dignified of the two, grinned darkly. "Only if I can keehp he'm." She pointed one of her blades toward Matt and they both laughed freely. It was then that Dimor decided he had had enough of the Sisters' antics and he twitched one of his fingers. Picking up on something unseen, the women both immediately ceased their laughter, and even their smiles faded. "Dalninilen... you will either get out of my sight or die."

The Sisters responded in unison once more. "Very whell, sakphul." With no more hesitation, the woman with the bow and arrow vanished into the trees while the other charged forward, duel-blades swinging just as quickly and smoothly as Matt's had. Long, silver arrows began to rain down all around, shimmering in the hazy, gray light.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume/Ouwashi/Tsubame smirked, waving her hand above her and a sheet of black water appeared above her, it blocked out the light that was present from reaching Suzume and it seemed to draw in the light around it as well, utter darkness, "Oh please." she chuckled calmly, looking towards the sister with the blades, "You'll have to do better than that." she was amused, but her bright demeanor had changed to a rather dark, serious one. She seemed like the kind of person who would almost fit in at a funeral, if it was a funeral housed with vampires, admittedly, but still a funeral. She held her right hand above her head for a few moments, clutching the dark weapon in it "My waters... seek out the woman, and drag her to your depths. Do not allow any comfort in her death." Ouwashi spoke through Suzume, the words chilling as they rolled off her tongue. The water turned almost to the shape of a crude spear before dissapearing into the shadows, searching out the archer, it shouldn't be long till it hit it's mark. Not long at all.

Now came Tsubame's turn, to be honest, neighter Ouwashi or Tsubame cared whether or not Dimor or Matt wanted to handle this, they were just planning on finishing it as soon as possible. Suzume stomped her foot on the ground and a spire of earth rose a few feet in front of her, falling back into the ground, but the shockwave was being channeled towards the woman with the blades, "I'm guessing that giving up isn't much of an option for you is it?" her voice was rather bored and displeased in tone, she really didn't want to have to kill people, she liked things to be peaceful, but that didn't seem like it was going to be.

Suzume was still left some controll, though, and so foxfire blazed into the treetops, following the spear, as well as firing constantly towards the woman with the blades. Suzume didn't really focus on accuracy, she just wanted the scary bully ladies gone. She wasn't even wondering what the hell was going on to herself right now, she just wanted the people who wanted to hurt her new friend Dimmy gone, and then maybe she could get to meet funnyguy.

[demonfire]

Well, this certainly was bittersweet for the nineteen year old for reasons that are implicit and have no need to be gone over in such a place((>> <<)). "I'm not even going to ask," he said, a bit disturbed by the eight-year old Suzume. Silver arrows equaled bad, and complete darkness equaled worse. Matt could smell the other two, but there were too many other smells that were present, and he needed to refine his sense more before he could even begin to fight the two Sisters. And so, the animal was released.

In the darkness of Suzume's magic, he sheathed his knife and slowly and calmly reached for his Boonie hat, which he took off, followed by the removal of the gas mask, which he then just dropped on the ground, not caring for the items' well-beings at the moment. Had the utter darkness not overtaken the arena, one would have seen the transformation of Matt's blue eyes to a silver-blue color, perfectly equal in the density of each hue.

His body began to shift, with him quickly growing a snout. His body grew in size and muscle, and soon he was a large, metallic silver werewolf, with teeth and claws sharp as recently whetted knives. Matt howled a howl that would shake the birds from the trees, as if beckoning any kind of moonlight toward him. In his eyes was a balance of beast and man the same as his eye color: two in harmony.

His nose perked up at the smell of one of the women, with his ears perfectly in tune with the raining arrows. The darkness actually helped Matt in this situation, as with his sight dulled his other senses were strengthened. Matt's body moved fluently through the darkness, seeking out the stench of the Sword Sister. His position was being given away by his constant growling from the excitement of the hunt. Underneath the ebony curtain, his fangs glared as he thought he finally found the Sword Sister, and then lashed out with his teeth, totally intent on ripping the woman's neck out. A balance of logic of a man and the instinct of the wolf.

[[red].Raven]

((*wishes she had given the Sisters names* -.- Booboo on my part))

Dimor was not given the most ideal time frame to react to these attacks, as many of the first arrows were already whizzing his way. Fingers twitching in some unknown pattern, the Drow's body burst in shadow when the first arrow ripped through him, the fragments becoming smaller and more frail looking with each new arrow that tore past. It took an unusual amount of time for the pieces to begin reforming in some unknown location in the darkness. Dimor was crouched off to the side near the base of a tree, shadows still fluttering around his body to finish the reconstruction phase. Those arrows... those cursed arrows. Enchanted with a secret magic known only amongst the Dalninilen and their family. The silver could tear through just about any magical substance when given the chance, and with the gift of accuracy and speed they were one of the most feared weapons on the island. Yes, even though he had reverted to shadows, since these shadows were in fact magic-based, Dimor had felt a healthy amount of pain. He had been lucky though; his shadows were always changing, so therefore the arrows' magic could not spread and infect his being. Blinded though seeing perfectly clear in the darkness of Suzume's water, Dimor remained crouched down as he watched the scene unfold. So... a possessed child and a lycan... perhaps these two would not be so useless after all. An arrow embedded itself into the tree behind him, the cool shaft a mere inch from his neck. Dimor's eyes narrowed. These Sisters were going to be a problem.

Muffled giggles could be heard somewhere amongst the trees, crazed and unpleasant. The Dalninilen were know for their deadly speed and accuracy, not so much strength or brute force. The archer was playing the spear of water, dodging this way and that, shooting arrows all around to make things more difficult for those in the forest below. "Li'ttle fahx girl likes to pley with fire, hm?" Grinning madly, a red tinted arrow was shot straight into the air, creating a storm of fire; a lethal rain. She taunted the dark water and fire chasing after her. "Catsh if jhou can!"

The swords master dug both blade tips into the earth as the shock wave passed, using her weapons to absorb the impact. The darkness did not seem to hamper her; she was Drow, after all, and her red eyes meant that she had been gifted with infrared, as had her sister. She spun and flipped onto her feet just in time to move out of the way of one of the fire blasts, slicing straight through another. Without missing a step, the duel-sword wielder held both blades as a cross in front of her, leaving the blades exposed and ready for Matt to sink his teeth into. "Woolf needs a muz'shle, perheps?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

That was it, Ouwashi wanted real power.

The spear of darkness shattered into water droplets, spreading themselves into the air, hardening again and whizzing about, no rhyme or reason to it, and no openings, the Drow with the arrows would have to be able to make themselves thimble size in order to dodge these speeding droplets, and they wouldn't slow through flesh, either, they'd rip through her. Deadly little buggers, weren't they? The foliage overhead was already suffering greatly, branches and boughs weakening and the tree trunks themselves weakening so in time they would be collapsing down to the forest floor below. More and more black water appeared in the air, making the deadly specks that were no bigger than the head of a pin more numerous, thier area spreading rapidly, naturally they'd stay away from the being most people would call Ouwashi by this point, though they were relatively ignoring the presense of the others, zipping right on thier way. At the appearance of the flaming arrow, Ouwashi gripped her hand in a fist, the flames keeping well away from herself, though not from using magic on the flames themselves, but in the air. The ghusts of wind had no effect on the arrow itself, though- not like Ouwashi cared, she pulled Suzume's sleeves over her hands, the Ketsuiki and the Ame dissapearing from her grasp and in a movement of incalculable speed and precision the arrow was caught in her hand, water from the air was drawn and it drenched the arrow and she snapped it, pointing away from herself of course, lest there be any 'suprises' included with the breaking of the arrow. She continued with her method of insulating her hands from the arrows that came towards her, just glad that the dots overhead would be taking well care of her 'friend.' Ouwashi was having a wonderfully good time. "You think you can possibly win when death itself is my kin?" she laughed, her eyes a shimmering black. A smile was spread over her face, she had no problem with sight, it was her own waters she had to see through, after all. She decided now that unless the sword weilding woman decided to bother her, she wouldn't bother with it untill later, good call Ouwashi.

Mango, fearing for it's life while still loyally perched on it's shoulder silently wondered how the hell it thought it was in any more danger when it left the child, because obviousl- suddenly it's feeling of turmoil was shattered by the realization that it hadn't eaten in some time. Still, it didn't fly away, feeling that it should stay here, especially in such a moment as this... as if someone else wanted to be here and was superimposing such things on the creature... the bird had the creepy feeling of not being alone in it's own head, which was odd to say the least.

[demonfire]

Matt bit down onto the center of the cross of the silver swords, a large mistake on his part. For one, he didn't expect them to be silver, which is why his mouth now burned and seared. Matt's muzzle came off the swords quickly, almost immediately after the pain began. The top of his mouth was burned, like eating something too hot. He let loose a howl of pain and rage and defiance: in pain from the silver, in rage from the silver, and in defiance because there was no way in hell he was getting a muzzle for his muzzle. There were just certain issues of pride when it came to being a werewolf, and there were a couple of things he was never going to get: a tag, a collar, or a muzzle.

Matt lunged at the woman, fangs glaring and claws ready to kill. It was almost as if he hadn't learned much from the last time, although, now he knew what to block. One sword for each hand, and then the fangs to finish her off. Physically, she didn't seem too strong to Matt; although, those swords didn't seem like silver to Matt either.