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The sun was rising now. Slowly but surely its light sped forth across the land. Shinning like a billion diamonds, the light danced carlessly accross the small pond as small ripples formt he morning breeze raced towards the banks. It was still dark in the cave, its black viel magicly enhanced by some unknown force. Great vines and fern leaves nearly covered its entrance as two blue eyes peered forth.

He had been in this place, this cave deep in the forests of Nerishen, for three days. He had grown fond of the forest as he spent countless hours searching for him. Him...His anger grew as thoughts of his brother flooded his mind. His saphire eyes swirlded as he peered out across the water.

He slowly calmed down as he watched the ducks paddling slowly, catching the first meal of the day. It was almost time to restart his search.


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The morning breeze swept through the tops of the trees like a long held breath. Its chilling touch soothing away the terrors of the night, bringing forth the hope and promises of a new day. The birds began sing cheerfully as the morning light warmed thier chilled feathers. The night before had been uncommonly cold for the forest nestled at the base of a long dormant volcano. The people of old had worshiped the old rock that had blessed them with fertile fields as it's eruptions left vital sut.

A great civilization had resided here once, a mixture of elves, men and other creatures lost in history. Together they built a vast city with high marble walls and ivory coloumns. The streets were adorned with magic shops and Taverns, the market place alone stretched for 2 miles and made up 85% of the city. The other 15% of the city was dedicated to the Temple district. Two main temples resided here and for 1500 years they struggled for power. It was this struggle that ended the prospierty of the magical realm Nerishen.(The fall of Nerishen was attempted in another thread I will bring it back if i deem any intrest is implied).

All that remains now of that once great city is a vast vine choked ruin. Making his home in these ruins the young demon stepped forth from his tower, his pale blue eyes scanning the ruins noting any change from the day before. The man in the woods had been trying to track him to this place unsuccesssfuly for three days now.
A small smile crept along his icy lips at the thought of his brother actually arriving. With a sigh and stretch Nether slowly began his morning routine.

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The moss covered forest floor made stealth alot easier as Aciel raced through the thick underbrush dodging trees and boulders. The scent was hard to track here as the air was stale and still, smells lingered for what seemed like an eternity. The only thing he had to go by was the feeling he got when they were near each other. That sickening nausea and sharp stomach pain, was almost unbearable and all to common. Life as a child had been hell, he had to learn how to cope with pain at an early age as he and his brother were almost unseperable. Best of friends and worst of enemies.


As he paced through the unchecked section of forest to the southeast memories of why he were here tried to creep back but were blocked by some unknown force. He knew not why he was hunting his own brother, only that it was somthing that had to be done, somthing he had to do for himself.


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To the uninformed onlooker it would have seemed a most strange hunt. The woman looked mostly wild, her hair long and unkempt, her clothes torn and ragged, the silvered blade at her side gleaming against the filth of her tanned skin. The 'prey' looked to be no more than a small grey cat that had no fear, not of the woman nor of any of the natural threats in the woods. But if the cat had no fear why did it flee? It almost, almost, gave the impression of leading the woman onwards, through track and ruined path. A strange hunt indeed.

The cat disappeared into the undergrowth, silent as quick as a shadow.

The woman paused, keeping her distance from the place where she had last seen her feline adversary go. The cat had been about as large as any common street cat that might be found in any town or city the length and breadth of the isle. There had been nothing about it to mark it as different or in any way remarkable. It's grey fur had been beautiful that was for sure, the same blue-grey that many bred cats for, but still it had been nothing special. Just a cat.

Circling the gap, the woman peered into the undergrowth, seeking any sign of the cat. She could not believe that it had gone to ground there, fearing that she would actually catch it for once. No that wasn't her way. She had no fear of Tatyana, the wildwoman - no fear of her at all, but that was the mistress's way. The mistress had promised to show her how to become all that she was meant to be, to rise and reclaim the heritage that was hers by right. Tatyana had agreed to the deal, a devil's deal if ever she had known one. It had seemed the right thing to do at the time, but the mistress's lessons were so harsh and so hard. And somehow, though she could not say exactly how, they seemed wrong.

A hint of a scent on the wind.

A sensation of movement behind her.

Tatyana turned, but too slow, far too slow. Even as she turned she felt more than saw the hand reach round her neck from behind her. The finger tips rested against her neck and claws, not human nails, pressed against her throat. Careful now my little wildling, careful, you wouldn't want my hand to slip now would you?, the voice purred from behind her. The wildwoman relaxed in the grip of the unseen figure, leaning her head back to bare her neck in a show of submission. Better, the figure's other hand pushed her forwards and away, the hand at her neck scratching just a little at her neck as she stumbled forward.

The wildwoman turned and looked upon the figure who had crept up behind her, her mistress, Esharee Galenfirith. There were tales told of Esharee, the blood-dancer, the kin-slayer. Whispered tales spoken after dark as men and women huddled about the fireside, tales of the assassin who reveled in the death of others. She was a beautiful creature, exotic and strange. She stood of an average height for a human woman, but she was anything but human and there was always a sense of the 'feline' about her. Her hair was black and her eyes a jade green and flecked with gold so that it almost looked like her eyes were formed of stars caught within a bed of green. Her pupils were slitted and cat-like and they drew the eye of the onlooker, threatening to drag them down into the blackness of her soul.

Men had died for her beauty, usually at the assassin's hands. Or rather at her claws for each of her fingers ended, not in nails, but in small black claws. Her skin was pale save where it was tattooed. In a pattern of black dots swirls of tattoos ran up her arms and down to the tips of her fingers. Unknown to most they danced down the length of her spine as well but few saw those and most that did had died. The tattoos were inked about her eyes as well, giving them the illusion of being almost a mixture of feline and elven.

Beautiful and strange, exotic and rare, passionate and cruel, and as likely to kill as speak.

Tatyana knelt before the assassin, her head bowed, I'm sorry mistress.

Of course you are, you should have sensed my approach long before you did. your skills are worse than useless, I wonder sometimes why I don't gut you where you stand for all the good you do me.

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Why didn't she kill Tatyana? Oh she threatened to often enough but she never did, she never did more than threaten. And it was not a matter of squeamishness that stayed her hand from killing the wildwoman who had willingly put herself in the assassin's hands. No it was more than that. If it had just been about killing Tatyana Esharee would and could have done so plenty of times before, it would not have taxed her skills overly. Indeed originally she had planned to do just that, to lure Tatyana along and then kill her when the mood took her.

But then another idea had come into the assassin's mind. One that had nothing to do with killing and everything to do with corrupting.

Three ages or so before the tattooed woman had come across the wildwoman in the middle of nowhere. Tatyana had been afraid and almost completely feral, completely unaware of her past, her ancestry or any of the gifts that were hers by right of blood. It had been too perfect, too, too perfect to Esharee's mind. She had known exactly who and more importantly what Tatyana was at once upon sighting her. At that moment, whens he had laid eyes upon her, a plan had stolen into her mind, one that involved a grand hunt. She had hinted that she alone held the key to Tatyana's forgotten past and led her here and there across the isle. The wildwoman had been the unwilling witness to the aftermarth of the assassin's trade, unable to stop her from killing, always arriving just a little too late.

And so in time Tatyana tried to stop Esharee from killing within the walls of a tall city, even going so far as to gather like-minded souls to aid her. But they failed, those companions deserting her at the last. In rage Tatyana had tracked the assassin from the city intending to end the tattooed woman's life at last. Again a handful of souls had pledged themselves to her cause and again at the last they failed her.

But it had not resulted in death. Esharee smiled as she remembered how she had whispered her temptations to the wildwoman even as her so-called 'friends' had stood idly by. The soul of the wildwoman had been in balance and none of them had acted. And so she had fallen into Esharee's grip, even going so far as to call the assassin 'Mistress'. it was laughable really considering the truth.

But it had its possibilities...

If only Esharee could unlock Tatyana's forgotten skills without making her aware of her actual past...

If that were possible then she would be a valuable and ruthless student indeed. One as capable as the assassin of delivering death. That lone stayed her hand from killing Tatyana.

But even the smoothest of plans never run true. Although she had tried and tried, nothing would coax Tatyana's powers from her. The assassin had tried all manner of things but the wildwoman remained stubbornly as she was, revealing not hint of her true heritage. Could it be the same event that had taken her memory of her past from her had also taken the wildwoman's powers from her? Esharee didn't think so but in the meantime she was stuck with a student who could barely be trusted with even the simplest of duties. And even worse than that, she was stuck with an apprentice who seemed, despite her best efforts, to retain some measure of goodness and even purity.

That was why she had drawn Tatyana out to the gods-forsaken ruins of Nerishen. It would be a place where she could work on her student without fear of interruption. If necessary she would break Tatyana's will piece by slow piece and then rebuild her in an image that better suited the assassin.

Piece by slow piece.

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A rustle of leaves and sway of the branch, these little things were the only signs that screamed the young demon's presence. He had taken to traveling through the tree tops to elude his hunter. Below smells lingered and mixed, a well placed drop of sweat would mislead Aciel for hours as Nether watched laughingly from above, the wind and thick canopy of the forest top concealing his true location.

The sun had been up for several hours now as Nether made his way through the canopy. The sicking sounds of birds filled the air as smells from below oozed through the trees. As he made his way towards the small pool Aciel had been staying close to at night, to drop yet another misleading clue somthing caught his attention.

Through the limbs and leaves the young demon could make out two forms.


"The bastard has brought in help."

Stopping quietly he drew his cloak around him, allowing the fog that always seemed to accompany him catch up. His icy blue eyes glared at the two figures with pure contempt. Clenching his jaw he forgot abought Aciel for a moment and watched as the two figures below interacted. His eyes narrowed as he caught thier scent.

"Women. Aciel doesn't work with women. Weak and slow, overly emotional. Who are these two women who have defiled my Nerishen with their unworth stench?"

The young demon had a dislike for most women, his mother had a large role in that. They had thier uses for sure, but for the most part in Nether's eyes they were nothing more then a nusance not worthy to be triffled with.

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Tatyana remained kneeling before her, head still bowed as if afraid to meet the eyes of her mistress. It would be so very easy, to very easy to just take the wild woman's knife from her belt and use it against her. The blade was sharp, exceptionally so, in Esharee's hands it would slice easily through flesh, bone and sinew. A moment or two to take the blade and then a single downwards strike to separate the girl's head from her shoulders. Death for Tatyana, it could happen so quickly, the wildwoman probably wouldn't even sense the blade coming.

Death for her student and an end to the secret game that Esharee had played with Tatyana's kind for several ages.

It was almost tempting. She stepped closer to the kneeling woman, a grace about her that no mere human could ever hope to achieve. The assassin walked with feline grace, every moment, every action appearing as if it had been practised a thousand times or more till it was perfection itself. She prowled around the kneeling woman, a cruel smile upon her face that spoke silent volumes about the wickedness in her mind. However fair her flesh was in that moment there could be no doubt that there was wickedness within her, that she possessed a sinful soul that would take great delight in the pain and suffering of others.

The wildwoman looked so pathetic kneeling before her, so utterly helpless. Once Tatyana had help herself tall with pride, but there again once she had known what she was. Once, long ago, she would have known that her kind did not kneel before the assassin's. Oh yes they had been so very proud, Tatyana's kind, proud of being 'lords of the wild', they had looked down on Esharee and her race. Well they would have looked down on Esharee's race but the tattooed assassin was not known as the Kin-Slayer for nothing. The blood of her own kind, the blood of the Murrpau lodias, lay heavily upon her clawed hands.

The Murrpau lodias had never been a numerous people, but they had kept themselves hidden away, not caring for the wars of faith. They had lived lives of ease and carelessness, seeking comfort and becoming set in their ways. Esharee had changed all that, shattering the Murrpau lodias to the four winds and hunting them down till there were no more than a handful left. And those handful no longer lived carefree lives. No now they hid behind strong walls and in dark places, praying to any God that would listen to spare them from her claws.

She reached down and placed one clawed finger under the wildwoman's chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet the tattooed woman's gaze. The claw dug in through the flesh till a thin line of Tatyana's blood ran down Esharee's finger and dripped slowly to the earth. I will not tolerate failure from you my apprentice and that which I do not tolerate I kill. Esharee released her hold and turned quickly, striding towards the undergrowth, Now my apprentice, we will try again.

Even as she spoke a change seemed to come over the assassin, her body almost seemed to shrink in upon itself. Bones crackled and reformed, flesh stretching or growing less to accomodate the differences. The feline aspects of her body seemed to grow stronger, more prominent, whiskers sprouting, fur rising out of her flesh even as her clothes seemed to melt away to nothingness. It all took no more than a moment or two but where the assassin had once stood there was now a small gray cat.

The cat looked back at Tatyana quickly and then lept away into the undergrowth, the hunt had begun once again.

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So many confusing questions, Packed into so many snatched glances
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Thu Jun 17, 2004 10:18 am
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After hours of searching Aciel decided to take a break under a huge oak tree. Its branches reached out for yards as Aciel quitely made his way to base of its trunk. It was muggy in the forest today, as if it had rained the night before. If it had rained that would explain the unusual temperture.

Placing his sword to his side he laid back first against the tree, and closed his eyes. He allowed the sound of the birds to fill his ears and the smell of his surroundings to fill his nose. Suddenly a strong down draft shook the trees, sending birds in all directions, then he sensed it. The unforgettable stench that was his brother. Grabbing his sword he quickly stood and scaled the tree, stopping short of the top, hiding in the canopy.

Sure enough there was Nether standing atop a large devin tree, weightless as a feather. Aciel watched with hatred as the wind blew his brothers black cloak in the air, that damn fog swaying to and fro. Curiously Aciel wondered to himself what the hell he could be doing. It appeared he was just staring at the forest bottom.

Shifting his gaze, Aciel followed his brother's eye line and found what he was watching. Two women and what appeared to be a cat. The for apparent reason the cat darted away, this was enough to shake Aciel out of his daze and he shifted his eyes to Nether. With a flick of the wrist he sent two daggers sailing towards his chest.


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Again her mistress shape-shifted and began the hunt once more. Esharee's form was changeable and altered to suit her purpose. There was something about that that stirred whispers of memories within the wildwoman's mind. Changing, shifting, there was something familiar in that, something that she should know from her past but that was locked away from her by her own rebellious memory. There was something about it though, about not being locked in one form, one shape.

But was it something good or something bad?

Tatyana couldn't answer that question just as she couldn't answer the hundred and one other questions that she put to herself every day. Where did she come from? Who were her parents? Did she have any siblings? Who was she? That last she wanted to know more than anything else. Esharee offered half-answers and hints veiled in smoke but never anything certain, never anything that could finally match an answer to one of the questions that she asked of herself. The assassin claimed to know the truth about Tatyana's and the wildwoman believed her, there was always that familiar something between the two of them that she could not quite put her finger upon. Had the two of them known one another before she had lost her memory? But if that were true then why didn't Esharee tell her of that past?

She wasn't ready to face the answer to that particular question yet, not when she already feared that she knew the answer to it. No, she wouldn't admit that answer, not even to herself. If it was true as she feared it was then her whole world would come tumbling down again. Wasn't it better to live a lie and construct a world around that lie than to reach for truth and have no world at all? People said that lies were bad but in this one case didn't they have their place? She would cling to that lie like a drowning woman and pray that one day she would become strong enough to perhaps consider confronting the truth of it all.

The wildwoman licked her dry lips and readied herself to follow in Esharee's more feline trail. But at that moment the wind changed and there was something in it that made her freeze. The stillness was unusual, not the still pose of a human at all but rather the frozen stance of an animal that fears the predator's gaze may already be upon it. Those who had met Tatyana before had always wondered to themselves at the strangeness of the apparently human woman. Sometimes she certainly did seem more beast than human.

Something on the wind, she whispered to herself. Something indeed, some scent, some sound...she could not say. The hairs on the back of her neck rose up and her eyes darted furtively from side to side. Was this some trick of her Mistress? Was Esharee testing her in some way again to see what she would do in response? Or was this something else? Something else. She licked her lips again, one hand slowly dropping down to rest upon the bone hilt of the silver-bladed long knife at her waist.

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He didn't hear them at first due to the leaves rustling in the wind. Thier skinny form made them almos tinvisible, but the smell was undeniable. Turning Nether caught the first of the two daggers in his wrist, and watched as the other soared past him into the sky.

The wound had quickly become numb as tiny shards of ice formed over the steel. A trickle of black blood slowly ran down the young demon's arm as he held it up observing it, a small smile creeping accross his lips.

With a scream, Nether's cloak fell tot he ground and two smoking wings exploded from his back sending pieces of flesh and blood in all directions, nearly covering the entire forest canopy around him. He would fight Aciel soon enough, but now was not the time. Turing he soared effortlessly over the trees towards te ruins.

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She looked skywards suddenly at the scream, but saw only the trees, only the waving branches and their coating of leaves. But there had been something there, something that had cried out...something that had been watching? Tatyana didn't know, she couldn't know, but still her instinct screamed wordlessly at her, demanding that she...she...no it was gone, lost to her as all her memories of the past were. It was almost as though there was a locked and barred door in her mind, one that prevented her from remembering exactly who and what she had once been. But sometimes, just as now, she could hear words being shouted from beyond that door, words that she couldn't quiet make out but were tied somehow to her forgotten past.

If only she could remember or, at the very least, hear what those voices from the past were trying to say. It was something important, a part of her as much as her arms or her hand were. But somehow it was more than just that, more important than a limb. It was like a piece of her very soul was cut off from her, a piece that she remembered having but not the specifics of it. The only way she could explain it was to describe it as remembering owning a box. She remembered that it had once been her's but she could not remember what the box contained.

None of it made any sense. Not even to Tatyana. Sometimes she wondered if her mind wasn't trying to play tricks on her. Sometimes she wondered if she wasn't simply mad. At least if she was insane things might make a little more sense - if such a thing were possible - it would certainly explain why she could make neither hide nor hair of her own thoughts.

She crouched low to the ground, eyes still fixed upon the treetops above. There had been movement up there, just a hint but movement all the same. And the scream...that could not have come from any bird of the forest that she knew of. Tatyana's hand was firmly upon the hilt of her long bladed knife, drawing it from its sheath and holding it ready to strike. Whatever was out there would not find her unprepared. And if it hunted it would not find her easy prey.

Prey. The hunter and the hunted. That too rang a bell within her mind. memories of hunting, but on on horseback, not with man-made weapons, not with dogs or falcons. Hunting with...it was so close, so tantalisingly close. She could almost make out the memory, it was there, just on the edges of her mind but she couldn't quite see it all or make it out. it was like brushing the edges of an object with her fingers but being unable to drag it closer. It was infuriating. She wanted to rip away the door that barred her from her memories, she wanted to tear it down and let them all come flooding out. But Tatyana didn't know how and the door in her mind that kept her from her past remained as securely locked as ever.

The wildwoman paced around the edges of the clearing, her eyes and senses all trained towards the treetops. Better to concentrate on the world around her than the lost world of memories within her. Her memory would come back, it had to, eventually, or rather she had to believe that it would. One day she would remember but all that would be for nothing if she died before then, caught by some screaming monster from above.

If any had looked at the figure of the wildwoman they might have described her as 'bristling', like an animal who smelt the presence of danger but did not know quite how to direct themselves to stop it. A low growl started in her throat, the sound dropping to deep in her chest. It was a sound that no human throat should have been able to make.

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