OOC: Anyone can join.

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Natori panted heavily, sprinting through the dark forest. He wasn't running in any particular direction, but just away. Away from civilization and away from people that he could hurt unknowingly. He jumped over the underbrush and shoved foliage and stickies out of his way, obtaining bloody scratches in the process. The only light came from the luminous moon, and that didn't do much to illuminate the blackness that surrounded him. A roar was unconsciously uttered from Natori's lips and it echoed in every direction. He was becoming more and more frantic; more and more afraid that he would lose to the conflict within him.

He knew not where Feroc was, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his wolf companion. It had happened right when Feroc had went hunting. They had been camping outside of Gil'ead, and Feroc had vanished into the woods that lay directly behind them. When Feroc had left, Natori was hardly aware of his actions from then on. However, he watched from the sidelines as he obtained some sickening desire to kill, and he relished in the blood spilled from his "enemies".

Whatever was inside of him had taken over. Looking for people to strike down, the Beast wandered into Gil'ead and wrecked havoc in the city. Every living being, whether it be child, woman, man, or even a pet or wandering animal, that came into his sight hadn't been spared from the endless destruction. Natori blinked off the tears that surfaced from just thinking about it. Even now, his keen sense of smell could sniff the cloudy smoke that drifted away from Gil'ead. Fires were all over the city.

He had always been an outcast, but he had only recently become a monster.

OOC: I hope it's okay if I join.

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Yssala ran through the forest, it was dark, but with the light of her friends she could see as though she had a lanturn to aid her. There were theives after her an hour ago, and Yssala told herself she had to keep going and make them lose her. Pheo had been flying above, he only slept when she slept. He was her eyes, where she could not see. Even in dim light he could hear things and alarm her right away.

In the darkness, the faeries flew up to Yssala's face and forced her to stop. Panting, Yssala leaned against the trunk of a tree. Her friends whispered in her ear, telling her of a strange creature not native to these woods. Yssala nodded and took care in tiptoeing her way through, her hand instinctively near her bow in case she'd need it.

A blood-curtling howl rang through the trees, sending a shiver up Yssala's spine. She pin-pointed the sound, and heard some rustling ahead. There was someone else there as well, her faerie friends had told her, and she worried that whatever creature it was would harm them.

An arrow buried itself into his blue, energy-composed arm. Natori roared at the pain, but the arrow combusted into flames after a few moments. A dragon backhanded him, throwing him off of the Rider. Natori's back hit a tree and he fell forward, landing on all fours. Now knowing that another person was present, Natori turned towards the enemy and opened his jaws. A ball of translucent, clear blue energy formed in his mouth, and it shot out with the speed of a dragon. It hit the ground in front of the woman and exploded, most likely throwing her back.

He then turned to face the dragon which had backhanded him earlier. Opening his mouth again, another ball of energy formed, this one caused ripples in the air around it. It charged slowly, gathering up energy from both Natori and its surroundings.

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(OOC: This part is all happening in Natori's mind. )

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Natori grimaced, finding himself in a corridor. The walls were pink and bubbly; overall, rather sickly-looking. Water dripped from the ceiling, and torches hung on the walls, illuminating the area with a small bit of light, just enough to see ten paces in front of him. The rest of the area was an indefinite darkness. Sprinting in a random direction, Natori continued until suddenly, the area around him changed immediately.

The corridor ended at a barren wasteland. The brown soil, cracked in some places, stretched out for miles upon miles. Natori sharply looked around him, expecting to find something. He started running again, but a faint shake caused him to stumble slightly. He glanced behind him, where a black and white being stood, nearly forty feet tall. It's beautiful fur twirled by a slight breeze, some parts white, and other black. The beast had a single tan tail and red eyes with black slits in the middle.

Natori squinted, staring at the being in front of him in disbelief. "What are you?" he uttered harshly. Somehow, he knew that this beast had a connection with the transformation his physical body was undergoing.

"I am your other half," it replied. It examined Natori's questioning and angry expression and shook it's head with disappointment. "You are not yet ready to bear my hatred," it murmured and began stalking off.

"Hey, wait!" Natori shouted, stamping his foot frustratedly. The ground under him disappeared into white and he fell. With a sudden jolt, he was awake.

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The ball suddenly dissipated, the fragments of energy scattering in the wind. Natori's skin returned to its normal color and his expression faded of its recent animosity. With a sigh, Natori fell on the ground, his eyes closed.

Feroc chuckled, No, it's fine. I hunted before I came back here, so I'm pretty good on food Feroc murmured. Natori listened to Asa's story with growing curiosity. If soldiers came by here, they couldn't hope to deal with Asa, Naor, Natori, Feroc, Yssala's companion, and Yssala all at once. Natori accepted the stew, thanking Asa heartily.

As Natori made to eat some of it, Feroc snatched down, his jaws clamping around a piece of meat. Well, maybe a bite wouldn't hurt my stomach he said, eagerly chomping on the piece of meat from Natori's stew. Natori glared at his companion, muttering an obscenity or two. Natori was so absorbed in his stew that he barely noticed Naor return.

@Astral and Saph: Do either of you have a charry or two that would be interested in a man with a beast inside of him? Enough to capture him, mayhaps?

OOC: Well, is that what you want to happen? You want a character to capture him? Yssala's my only human, the rest are dragons and a phoenix. XD lol. And they're all good. But if you had a plan for this rp I would certianly like to know about it.

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Yssala thanked Asa for both her stew and a piece of meat for Pheo. "He hasn't had anything decent in a few days, Pheo. I'm thankful you could spare him some food." She held the bowl in between her hands, inhaling the aroma. It smelled delicious. Yssala began to sip her stew as Asa explained that soldiers were after him and Naor. She had heard of Galbatorix and knew that, if anything, he would want these two dead. "If you need my help with anything whatsoever, I am more than happy to."

She noticed Naor swoop in, blood splattered over her bright blue scales. Naor must have finished eating her own meal. Then she turned to Feroc and Natori, smiling slightly at Feroc's steal. Natori seemed so normal, and good, why was this happening to him? Yssala wondered as she ate more of the stew, savoring the flavor.

OOC: Aw, really? Am I the only one with an unhealthy interest in evil charries? I'll implement one of my own in a little bit then. It will be the charry I told you about, Saph. @Astral: Well, I was going to have Natori be captured by a man interested in having the power inside of Natori for his own use. I'll say more when I get it all sorted.

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Natori's eyes widened as he ate more of the stew. Although the piece that Feroc had taken wasn't very big, Natori regretted every single piece that he didn't get out of the stew. It almost made him want to eat meat again, and that was certainly saying something. "I know my help probably could turn out badly, but I'll still try to help you in any way I can," Natori said to Asa.

OOC: Lol perhaps, but in my case I can't really rp with an evil charry very well. I suppose I could go and make one, seeing as I have all good charries it would make for an interesting case. And that sounds good

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Yssala smiled back at Asa. "I suppose, considering all you had for company were some soldiers breathing down your neck," she replied with a chuckle, making a joke in the light of things." She sipped the remainder of her soup, holding her hand out towards the ground, and pulling water from within the earth. She took a cloth from her belt and scrubbed the excess stuff from the bowl, and dried it with a warm south breeze. Then Yssala took the bowl and handed it back to Asa.

Natori smiled slightly at Asa's reassurance before he began to wash out his bowl. "No thank you; I'm quite stuffed actually," Natori mused, patting his stomach in emphasis. Feroc lay sprawled on the ground, his stomach full as well from the recent meal. Natori turned his head to face Yssala, awaiting an answer to Asa's question. Feroc smiled to himself, for his companion was finally making comrades. With Aurora and this small group, Feroc felt that his Nate was finally opening up. Feroc's eyes drifted to a close as he prepared to fall asleep, but then he sniffed the air curiously. Another scent had just appeared, permeating the air with the stench of death. A faint whoosh was the only warning given before a red orb cracked on the ground, appearing from above. Feroc immediately bolted up, but a red mist emitted from the now shattered orb. Feroc felt suddenly very faint in the red mist, and he swayed to the side, before crashing against the ground.

Natori yelped when a red aura shrouded the air and he stood up, only to stumble on his feet. His vision was getting foggy; he had to get out of this aroma. He squinted, looking around him. A black silhouette stood perched on a tree, maroon eyes glinting in the moonlight.

OOC: Time for the madness to begin. Feroc was knocked out from the scent because his sense of smell is greater than two-legs, and he inhaled the aroma. Our charries aren't affected that badly.

OOC: Sweetness man! Chaos is always fun...muahahaha!

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Yssala smiled and shook her head. "I am quite satisfied, thank you." Then she looked down at her hands, blushing again. She wasn't used to suddenly being subjected to questioning, especially by other people. She regained her composure, and replied, "I travel quite a bit. I don't really like staying in one place for very long. Being around people...is very disconcerining," she murmured, looking for the right word. "Being an outcast most of my life, I've come to befriend the wilderness and its creatures." Yssala smiled and added, "I come from a long line of mages, my grandmother Elixana has taught me everything I know of the elements. That's why I rarely speak," she explained, shrugging. "At least towards humans. Dragons I don't have a problem with," she replied with a grin towards Naor. "I was actually being chased not too long ago," Yssala whispered, her expression darkening. "Theives were after me. What they wanted, I am not for certian. All I know is I have given them the slip for the time being, and I intend on keeping it that way."

As Yssala spoke, a red haze emitted from a broken red orb that had shattered on the ground. It knocking out Feroc. Yssala coughed and stood up immediately, Pheo screeching in anger. A black shroud stood in the trees, glowing red eyes watching them hungrily. "Something's not right, we need to get everyone out of here," Yssala said to Asa and Naor, for Natori seemed to be slightly out of it. She coughed again, feeling the affects of the haze seeping into her body. "Quickly!" she exclaimed, as she drew her bow and arrow out.

OOC: I see someone finally made an evil charry. ^ ^

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To the woman, Oracion replied, "No, he wouldn't serve as a weapon under my command. In fact, I will make it so that he can live on without having to worry about that gift of his. I'll take it for myself and control that Demon," Oracion grinned sinisterly.

Oracion glowered at the man with the dragon. "Are you now? And if he attacks you again? What if, the next time, someone actually loses his or her life?" Oracion flicked his hand to the side. "Whatever, I'm done with trying to persuade you lot. I'll simply take him forcefully then," Oracion growled, and he jumped from the branch, keeping about forty feet of distance between himself and the group. He withdrew a small dagger and made an incision on his arm. Blood dripped from the shallow cut onto the ground, and Oracion infused his own energy with the ground, muttering a spell.

The blood morphed until three sludge-like beings were in front of him. The beings had no arms or legs, but looked to be pieces of black goop. They were around four or five feet tall. Gas bubbles rose on their slimy skin and popped periodically. Suddenly, the globs slithered towards the woman with a very quick speed. One of them opened its mouth and a ball of sludge shot out towards the woman. The others drew ever so closer.

Oracion pointed his index finger towards the human with the dragon and a purple dot formed on the tip of his finger. Then it shot towards the man in a small, concentrated beam with alarming precision and speed. The tip of the beam was extremely sharp.

OOC: Hmm yes...I got a good idea for one of my charries Syl but unfortunately he's not accepted fully. Once he is he shall wreak havoc!

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Yssala grumbled under her breath, afraid that someone was going to get hurt if they hadn't taken action. She gave Asa a nod so brief no one would have suspected. Then she held a palm out away from her bow towards her side, feeling the air around her swirl slightly from the east as that was where a slight breeze was blowing from anyway. With the extra wind Yssala managed to blow the gas away from Naor and the rest of the group.

When the man explained maliciously how Natori was going to be used for his own personal gain, Yssala felt anger rising within herself. When, however, she made a move to attack, three blob-like creatures began to advance towards her. She was completely surrounded. Thinking quickly, Yssala used her hands to extract water from the ground below her and formed spears in her hands as they became ice. She struck at the nearest blob, hoping to inflict some kind of damage. When the man struck with a strange sharp object towards Asa, Yssala was too enclosed to try and keep it away. All she could do was keep the blobs after her and hope he made it out alive.

OOC: That's good. @Saph: You know, I thought of those blobs from a game I play, and their weakness in that game is fire. I commend you for thinking of blowing fire on them.

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Oracion furrowed his brows, slightly confused, as the red haze disappeared sooner than it should have. Was there something wrong with the product? No, he had always perfected his weapons in experiments. The others must have done something to blow the aroma away. Oracion grinned savagely as the Dragon Rider grew more angry. While people were more powerful and aggressive in anger, they were also more prone to make mistakes or skip over something. He was fast for a Rider (probably because of his dragon), and he swung his sword. He had blocked Oracion's previous blow with his sword, so it probably wasn't an ordinary blade. Still, Oracion had to confirm it. He followed the Rider's movements, lifting his leg up as the Rider swung for his knee, and the blade cut through Oracion's robe like it was butter. His leg, however, blocked the brunt of the blow. Oracion swiftly drew back; his knee was probably bruised from the blade, so it was definitely not an ordinary blade. It was probably smithed with Brightsteel.

Oracion's form vanished in a brief and bright display of magic and he reappeared behind the Rider.


Natori sniffed the air cautiously, and took several deep breaths when he realized that it was odor-free. He quickly rolled off Naor, catching himself on the ground and dashing towards the madman. His right hand glowed with yellow energy and he slammed his fist into the man's back.

Although it had felt like a normal blow because of his modified body, the punch still propelled Oracion towards the Rider. Oracion dodged around the Rider and rolled on the ground, righting himself immediately. He was once again facing the Rider, but now the man with the monster inside of him was there too. Oracion grimaced; he was clearly outnumbered, and his summonings couldn't hold off the human woman and dragon for long. Then, he had an idea. He didn't want to use too many of his weapons in one battle, but he couldn't pass this up.

Red droplets fell from his sleeve into his hand and he threw them to the ground. He immediately placed his palm into the ground around the Rider and man, infusing energy into it. The energy cackled like electricity as it circled the red droplets, and in the blink of an eye they all extended into extremely sharp needles, piercing whatever got in their way.

One of the blobs was distracted momentarily as a spear of ice protruded from its midsection. The others, however, shot spears of their own, composed of acids that would burn if they came into contact with skin.

"No problem!" Natori yelled back, and his eyes widened when the man threw multiple, small red balls onto the ground. Suddenly, the sprouted into thin spears with extremely sharp tips. Not near a branch or other obstacle within normal handreach, an arm and hand composed of energy extended from his own hand, gripping a tree about twenty feet away. He was pulled towards the tree and he let go of it when he went through a full swing, sending him flying towards the Shade. His extended hand slammed against the Shade, throwing the man back. However, Oracion got up from the blow, wiping it off as if it were nothing. Natori growled and darted towards Oracion at an inhuman speed. A cloak of energy began to cover his body, blue in color. The cloak was just a thicker covering of his own body, except his ears were sharp and pointy like a cat's, and his hands had talons instead of fingernails.

Oracion lifted his eyebrows at the man with the monster inside him. Natori was in a different state of mind then when he had transformed earlier, and this wasn't quite the same transformation either. It was more controlled, but weaker. His current transformation probably wasn't being influenced by the Beast. "Oh, are we getting serious then?" Oracion questioned, and spheres of various colors began to surround his body. "Spirits of Immolation, burn this area to a smoldering crisp!" Oracion commanded, and two of the red spirits floated in-between Oracion and the others. They suddenly began to swell, before they exploded. A roaring mass of flame began to spread, squandering any scent and restricting free movements as well as shattering the boulder sent at Oracion. The flames burned through the blobs Oracion had summoned, but he currently didn't care. The Shade moved quickly; a branch of a tree was on fire, and the grass under it was as well. Oracion jumped through it, twisting as he did so.

Making out the man with the Beast inside of him, Oracion immediately shot his palm forward and a purple dart of energy (his Flare) shot out and wrapped around Natori. Oracion snapped his hand back, and Natori, still bound-up, came flying towards him. Oracion caught the man on his shoulder and waved to Asa, whom he could he see clearly. Then he disappeared in a brief flash of light.

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Feroc growled, shaking his head and immediately bolting up. When he got upright, the forest around him was in flames. His eyes widened and he started to search for Natori, but he was no where in sight. The smoke of the flames joggled the scents in the area up, making it difficult to distinguish Natori's specifically. Feroc howled, and began to search for the others.

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Oracion reappeared nearly a mile away in a small clearing in the forest. He set Natori down, cutting off the Flare from his hand but still leaving Natori bound. He grabbed what looked like an injector needle from a pocket on his tunic, and grabbed a flask from a pouch on his hip. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely. He immediately drank from the flask, and felt better. "Damn that illness," he muttered.

With the injection needle, he walked over to the struggling Natori and swiftly injected it in his arm. "I suggest you calm down while that travels through your bloodstream, or it might wander somewhere it isn't supposed to," Oracion warned.

Natori released several curses to the Shade. "...murderer! Monster! Demon!"

"Don't struggle, I thought I said," Oracion reiterated irritatedly. When Natori refused to listen, he delivered a quick chop to the back of Natori's neck, knocking him unconscious.

OOC: Sorry for the wrong colors and any spelling errors. I was on my iPod.

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OOC: No, that's perfect actually.

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Feroc blinked in surprise as Naor's idea astounded him, and have him a fair amount of hope. Yssala and Asa could easily find the cave underground with their mind! And then they would be one step closer to finding Natori. Be careful where you dig. If the hole is uneven enough, it could collapse, Feroc said to Naor. He couldn't believe that Asa, Naor, and Yssala were taking such a risk by accompanying him. Feroc would consider himself - regardless of any modest words said by the others - indebted to the three of them.

Let me enter the cave first, if we find one, Feroc murmured to Asa. That way, if we miss a trap, I'll be the one to take the brunt of it. After all, we're rescuing my bloody companion anyways, Feroc added with a wolfish smirk.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'm not really in thinking mode right now. :/

OOC: Tis okay FE I get in those moods sometimes >.>

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Yssala laughed and agreed with Naor, she would definately enjoy the company with a relaxing flight. Then, crossing her arms, she listened as Naor and Asa brainstormed about how to find the tunnel. When Asa suggested Yssala could sense the tunnel with her control of the elements, she frowned in concentration. "I've only learned from my grandmother Elixana how to speak to the elements only over a year; the winds, the flames, the ground and trees, the waters. I've not had much practice with them, mostly for combat uses." She stated slowly, "I could give it a try." For a moment, Asa and Naor had a scuffle but they managed to work it out. "It's alright with me. I'll set out looking."

Yssala walked over to the place that Feroc had sniffed out and placed her hands on the ground, allowing the rocks and dirt whisper in her mind. There was so much life around this particular spot, except for where the tunnel began. There was so much dark energy it decayed the very earth. It made her sick. Yssala pressed on, following how deep this went. She had to walk around, feeling the earth through her feet so she could feel connected still. The tunnel before was way too small for any of them, maybe 2-3 feet tall at the most and she couldn't see much to start out with. It was about 30 paces from where they started, and then that's when she could see it. It wasn't far, in fact it was only about ten feet deep before there was a pocket. She could feel it, the space seperating the earth's natural compact! Then it led to a tunnel, somewhat narrow but spaced out.

"I think...I think I can see it," she grunted after using so much concentration to speak with the rocks. "There's a small cave ten feet below, with a narrow tunnel leading away. It's about six feet tall. I can't see much after that though." Yssala sat on a log nearby, catching her breath.

Yssala nodded to Asa, though she didn't speak about what the possible moans were connected to. Frankly she didn't want to know. Instead, Yssala walked forward glad to have her friends behind her every step of the way. The tunnels were beginning to put her on edge, Yssala felt the claustrophobia set in thoug she wasn't going to admit it.

As she had seen, the group walked past many different passageways. Yssala could hear the whispers as the wind rushed past them, and she didn't even have to try to attempt to hear them.

OOC: Where did you want them to go with this FE?

OOC: Lead us to the doors, Yssala. That's where things are going to go down.

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Not if that hope and reassurance gets us killed, Feroc mumbled in response, but let the matter drop. He winced, glancing at Yssala and noticing her reaction to her surroundings. Seeing Yssala like that made Feroc regret bringing her down here. He knew that she could handle herself well--but he didn't like that she was being exposed to such a tainted environment, especially with her linked commune with the elements. He unconsciously quickened his pace, eager to find Natori and get out of here. Unfortunately, he knew that it wasn't going to be that easy. He could only hope that Oracion hadn't somehow reached the beast inside of Natori.