The Kingdom of the Forgotten [R, DE, Extreme]

[RayginX]

When the humming stopped after asking his question, the cursed swordsman narrowed his eye as he raised his guard. The woman rose to her feet, facing towards him and staring at him. She seemed shocked to see him, Garret even spotting a tear falling down alongside her cheek as she stared at him. He blinked. His confusion only grew. A smile would paint itself upon her features before she rushed over to the man. Garret didn't take any actions to hinder or stop her, having felt that there was no hostility in her actions or her features. She seemed genuinely shocked, hopeful, and pleased to see him. She stopped before him and reached out, and Garret simply watched as she placed her hand upon his chest. He looked at her strangely. He'd never seen anyone act this way towards him before. Well, that wasn't true. There had been one person but...that was different.

He was quiet as she spoke, becoming even more confused with each sentence. She claimed that Garret was here to cleanse the land? While she was incorrect about that statement, Garret decided to allow her to continue. What she was saying could possibly fill him in on where he was and what he was doing here. She continued to refer to him as her dear champion, causing the swordsman to frown a bit. The woman, named Rika, asked that he free their lands so that they may know peace. Peace from what? Garret was growing even more confused, but what he did learn was that the woman before him was the cause of his summons. How though? Garret knew not of any power that allowed one to spirit another without their consent. He'd seen warping techniques before. The Spirit of Death that had come to collect him and the child had taken him someplace far before as well. But this was different.

He was about to speak when she mentioned the magic that called him to this realm. Magic that he knew of. The Shinigami spells, Kido. This situation was becoming even more confusing. What did she mean by exiled spells? The Golden Eyed One? Felidae? What did it all mean? "You have me mistaken." Garret suddenly interjected, cutting off her question about whether or not he was alone. That single, tired, eye stared down at her. Reflected in that grey iris was the black flame that slowly burned inside him, yet the woman would see that the hatred was not directed at her. He closed his eye for a moment, collecting his words. "Forgive the harshness in my words. I am...startled by these turn of events, to say the least." Garret explained. Garret was an intimidating man to look at. The size of his body, the scars that decorated him, the lack of an eye, and the almost brigand way he dressed may paint a negative picture for how the man acted. And while Garret had a lot of anger and hatred, what most people didn't know was that he was actually rather polite. He might be grumpy and irritable, but he was certainly no fiend to his fellow man. He just didn't like being around them for obvious reasons.

"Rika, you said your name was? You...have me mistaken for something I am not." Garret said to her, his words as solid as steel itself. "You seek champions for your cause and yet you brought forth one who will only bring more chaos to...wherever this is." He didn't intend to go into detail about what he meant, but the tone that his voice carried was anything but jovial. His hardened expression, gaze, and voice all served to deliver the message of Rikas mistake in summoning Garret. "I am no champion. Death follows where I tread. Please, send me back to where I belong."

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Tsukuyomi & Yetsuna

Again, again and again that cry grew louder and louder. Tsukuyomi would find himself stepping upon wooden steps. Steps that creaked with every single step that he dared to take. The banging grew even louder, echoing off of the very walls. “He would not die... Until he did...” The banging would suddenly stop and that mangled cry that followed died alongside it. All was deafly silent except for that creaking. Creeeeeak... Creeeeeeak... Each footstep from Tsukuyomi echoed off the walls of that basement.

The putrid smell of decaying flesh became more apparent as shuffled feet buried itself against the ooze that littered the floor. But the sound wasn’t coming from either of the Shinigami. The woman was moving around. But was she even a woman? The basement had no light, so neither of them would be able to tell. “Not dead? Not... dead? Nine? Nine lives? No, ten... He’s come back...” Like that the woman thrashed through a wall. Wood splintered and broke as heavy feet stomped upon the wooden steps.

She tore through the very wall separating the basement from the stares with just a single leap. Drips of what sounded like blood sheltered the floorboards hinting that the woman had been wounded or just hurt herself. She thrashed against the other wall screaming before an open hand snapped towards Tsukuyomi trying to pull him down into the basement. “Not him...” The woman snarled. “So... it only takes nine!” If she was unable to pull the man she would hurl her body into him.

It’d feel like a mass of muscle had pushed itself against him only to swing him through the massive hole she just created. From her thrashing, the rotted wood above would begin to fall. Multiple slivers of light would reveal that basement and its contents. Oooh and was it a sight. Multiple bodies strewn violently across the floor. Broken and smashed, they could barely be called bodies anymore. Some were smaller hinting that these were children. Or used to be... It was a grotesque sight and a sliver of that light would filter itself on that woman.

Half her face looked somewhat normal for an aged woman. Wrinkled skin with gray hair. The other bubbled with a yellowed pus substance leaking from it in an enflamed mass. It was larger than her, at least twice the size of her actual face. A massive eye widened from that new light. The rest of her body was a mass of flesh. Her clothes were ripped at all corners revealing more of that pus filled mass. Like boils or pimples, it covered most of her revealed skin. If she managed to throw Tsukuyomi down into basement she would follow after him, attempting to stomp on him. If she was unable to grab him both times she would flail wildly, trying to smash him with her monstrous strength.

Revealed stats. Strength (400) Speed (250) Senses (150) Instinct (100)

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Garret

"I am no champion. Death follows where I tread. Please, send me back to where I belong."

The young woman recoiled at that. Her smile slowly disappearing from her visage. “Send you back?” She held her hands closely to her chest. Fidgeting with a silver pendant. “I... I can’t. ” she would shake her head. “I can’t dear champion... Nothing can leave as long as the ashen fog still lingers... As long as the Golden Eyed One still lives, nobody can leave. ” Rika’s lips trembled as she looked to the Rogue as if pleading. “Please... You must be my dear champion-”

“I summoned you to put an end to all this!” Her voice broke as it echoed through that small church. Those sullen darkly blues shimmered as she looked into that one gray eye. “From your scars... I can see that you’ve seen death. During the mass exodus, the first ones knew of it. They told the young, that death was a disease... One that stole lovers from one another and tore babes from mothers. One that left fields barren and livestock scarce. Death... was a fearful disease. And so the first ones followed him.”

“They followed the Golden Eyed One through exodus and into Paradise. He freed the first and the new from death. There was peace but they were wrong... It went all wrong... If you long to leave, dear champion. You must free us from this false Paradise.” Her eyes narrowed upon that one gray iris. “If you bring death, so be it dear champion.”

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Jak

The black tom would follow the Half demon forth through that wretched flesh. Golden eyes stirred and twinkled as those dogs were torn up by that glowing disc. ”You learn quickly. Kyuu is is amazed by your prowess two legged Jak.” The cave system would become a maze for the man. It zig zagged every which direction and yet it had few paths. “A cave, in a cave, Keep running two legged Jak! Kyuu will explain. Kyuu will explain all, once Kyuu is safe.”

Two paths now were open to the Half Demon as he ran. “The right path!” The feline would shout as he ran. Jak could follow Kyuu’s order but he was open to try and take the left if he wanted. Regardless the sound of barking would echo within that damp cave. It would sound louder than before. The ground shook beneath both the Feline and the Half Demon’s feet. In that faint light the shimmering of white teeth snapped against the dark. If Jak was to look behind himself he would see it.

He would see them, a mass of flesh barreling down that cave. Dragging flesh, blood and bone. Conjoined four of those dogs dug against the rock as they ran. Their body slammed against the walls, scrapping off bits of flesh. It barked and screamed as it ran. Two of the dogs heads seemed fused at the muzzle. So when ever it snapped its mouth it would tear at the flesh of the other. One of the heads were close enough to bury its fangs into the eye of another. The other dog cried out at this violently forcing the dog to thrash against the wall. It would bid Jak some time. (Mad Dog stats ?)

[RayginX]

Silence. There was a silence between them for moments after the last of her words escaped between those lips. The towering Rogue was quiet, his gaze hidden behind gray bangs. Right hand had clenched itself tightly into a fist. Fingers dug into the thick, callused, skin of his palm. He couldn't go back? He was stuck here? Forced to fight for someone he did not know? Forced to fight...yet again. Always...was he forced to fight. A sword wielded by others. A sword wielded by other men. A sword wielded by hatred himself. And now...to be a sword wielded by yet another. Despite the growing anger within him his face did not betray him. Tense moments passed before a sigh escaped between cut lips. That tired eye opened itself back up, gazing at the woman before him who had changed her tone.

No longer kind as she was. He could see it painted on her features so clearly. Desperation, anger, fear. A look Garret knew all too well. There was always the chance that he would not agree. This woman did not know Garret. He'd denied beings far greater than her in power before. He denied fate itself. Every night he denied death its prey. He denied the creature inside him. So what made her any different? He could simply walk. He could push through that fog and accept this new world. What would be the difference? For a second...he saw their faces. The faces of the people in the left behind world...the ones he cared about. A frowned for a moment, looking away from the woman for a moment and too the dated statue that she had been praying too. If God exists...I wish he would leave me alone.

That gray gaze returned to the agitated maiden. "Hmph." He muttered, shaking his head for a moment. "Fight for a world that is not mine...against a foe I know nothing about...and my reward is my freedom?" Garret asked, though it was more of an outloud thought than an actual question. More like he was just going over the situation vocally. He closed his eye for a moment as the faces came back to his mind. He would get back...for their sakes. Opening his eye once more he cast a hard gaze at the maiden. "Tell me what I need to know."

[Jak Halcom]

”You learn quickly. Kyuu is is amazed by your prowess two legged Jak.” He was too busy running to really thank him for his compliment. The more they ran, the more cave just appeared before them. If anything it seemed that he was going deeper into the caves than getting out of it.  “A cave, in a cave, Keep running two legged Jak! Kyuu will explain. Kyuu will explain all, once Kyuu is safe.” Well at least it seemed they have a similar goal at least.  “The right path!” The black cat would suddenly call out. Jak had no real reason for him to trust the cat, but he also didn't have a reason to not trust him. He would pause only for a moment to look behind him.

The dogs that he had just "killed" were coming right for them. They had all fused in an amalgamation of flesh and bone. They savagely scratched and dragged themselves against the stone biting each other trying to get at him. "Just add this thing to the growing list of questions." He said ducking down the path indicated by the cat. Jak would also fire two spirit bolts at the walls and ceiling. The plan would be to destabilize the stone and cause it to collapse behind him. With any luck, the rocks would be enough to crush the mass of flesh, blood, and bone into the ground and stop it from being able to chase him for more than a few minutes. 

Spirit Bolts 2X -100 1340/1690

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Making his way down into the dark depths of the basement where he could hear the voice of what sounded like a woman who was pleading with herself to justify some sort of action that based on what she was saying had to be the death of someone that she knew. Going off of all that Tsukuyomi was expecting to find the woman hunched over a body. He knew something was off though as it seemed far to dark in the basement than he would expect and because of that the young Shinigami would choose to not rely on his vision.

Listening to everything around him as he estimated the distance between the steps leading down into the basement that he had already been descending down. He had to make sure that there was nothing else in the basement and that this woman was at a distance that he'd be able to speak to her calmly and if she didn't take to that he'd be able to respond accordingly. That's why when the wall suddenly was smashed apart and the steps in front of Tsukuyomi suddenly had a heavy weight thrust upon them the young Shinigami could hear it all occuring and react just in time.

Hopping backwards his feet would both lift off of the steps that he had been standing on and then just like that the long black haired Shinigami would flip forwards over the woman that had now made her way into the entrance of the basement. There was a wall on both sides and a ceiling as well and just as Tsukuyomi flipped forwrads he unshealthed Honshitsu the small wakashi on his right hip. Stabbing the blade into the ceiling above the staircase Tsukuyomi managed to hold himself up in the darkness.

This woman was different than he would have espected and because of that he had to be careful. She was strong enough to rip a whole through the wall of the basement something that Tsukuyomi knew that in truth he wouldn't be able to do barehanded. She was strong that much was for sure, but how did she know his whereabouts and did she know his new whereabouts or was he safe for the moment in the darkness. He was no longer an individual that clung to the shadows for strength.

He had to be fast using his body weight to pull Honshitsu from the ceiling which enabled him to fall downwards behind where the woman had been standing and the location of the hole in the wall. Tsukuyomi wasn't a Shinigami that used his strength to get what he wished from those weaker than himself, but the moment this woman attacked him he was willing to use his strength to protect himself. That's why he land on the steps and in that next instant Honshitsu's blade would cut through the back of this woman's knees.

Tsukuyomi would land in a crouch position enabling him to almost immiedately cut the weak section of the mortal body which would hopefully make it impossible for this woman to move on her lower body with no way to place pressure of weight upon the weakened limbs. Just to be safe though Tsukuyomi would hop to the right side of the wall pushing himself off of it backwards using his acrobatic talent to send himself down the rest of the stairs and then land in the basement on his feet while keeping his eyes focused on the woman and trying to make some sort of logic of this situation.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna was slowly creeping her way towards the female voice she heard, every step careful as she made her away towards the voice. Her vision was heavily impaired due to the darkness, but she could hear the girl....and that banging, seriously there was not a single thing about the situation she liked at all. The armored shinigami wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do once she got closer to the voice, they seemed unbalanced, her intuition was all but screaming at her that the girl was bad news in some way, which,with her luck, meant she likely wasn't getting out without a fight.

Despite this she rarely liked to make the first hostile act against someone, with some exceptions, so the very least she could do was attempt to talk first, granted her guard was up so high it was basically a mountain. She had been about to speak when a eerie creaking caught her ear, the strain of weight on boards, someone on steps. Suddenly all the noise stopped, dead quiet, you could hear a pin drop, then the girl spoke once more before, “Not dead? Not... dead? Nine? Nine lives? No, ten... He’s come back...”

CRASH!

The girl burst through a wall shattering support beams and allowing light to enter the area, she was in some kind of basement. The girl addressed who/whatever had been coming down the stairs before attempting to assail it, the sound of combat obvious as she crashed into the stairs and walls trying to attack. Yestuna dashed her way over towards the hole in the wall guided by the small, but usable, amount of light in the basement and almost immediately she had wished the lights would go back out. The girl wasn't a girl at all, it was some kind of demonic mass of blighted flesh, seriously WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS PLACE?

She saw a figure land between herself and the beast, likely the target of the creatures attacks. While she couldn't see a face black robes and and sheaths on his hips made for a fairly obvious id as a shinigami. The man attempted to take out the creature's knees, though where or not he'd be successful had yet to be seen. Either way Yetsuna was ready to fight if she had to.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Tsukuyomi & Yetsuna

Tsukuyomi had rended the monstrous flesh of the woman rather easily. Like a wounded beast the woman let out a mournful cry. Barreling down the stairs her large body broke the wooden steps, with each twist of her malformed mass. She sprawled out against the cold basement floor with an echoing crash. Blood oozed beneath her as a hand outstretched to the slivers of light. Large eyes widened at the sight. Bubbling, seeping with yellow pus. Her hand in the light seemed barely human.

The structure of her bone stretched her fingers like long talons, stretching her skin nearly to its limits as she moved her fingers. It was as if she was inspecting herself and the look on her deformed face painted her disgust clearly. “...What? What...? What...?” She repeated as if attempting to grasp at the light. “What... is this?” Gurgled breathes loomed with that disgust. “How...? How...? How...? How...? How...? How...?” Eyes widened widely on the scene around her.

“Why...? Why...? Why...? Why...?" Bodies strewn across the floor. Their puddled messes stricken the ground. Bones, blood and flesh littered her gaze. “He, butchered, them.” Repeating her words, she began to bite herself. Broken teeth tore away at her bottom lip. Drawing blood and mangling herself in the process. Her malformed hand cracked as she closed those talon like fingers into a disturbing fist. She slammed her hand into ground lifting up the cold dirt and causing the earth around her to shake.

The shaking would perhaps off settle the two Shinigami. For the moment she seemed to be ignoring the two. Ripping away a portion of her own lip, she spat it on the ground, until slamming her fist into it again. “Golden Eyes... Deceitful Lies...” Her head drooped, her talon of a hand stirring to a bloodied doll. She took care to pet the hairs of that mistreated doll. “He said the children would be safe... He promised... He promised that they would be safe.” She would look at Tsukuyomi with tears in her eyes.

“HE LIED TO US!” Like that she began to drag herself towards the man with monstrous passion. Even without her legs, she pulled herself at full speed. “GET YOUR FEET OFF OF THEM!" An outstretched fist sought the wretched Shinigami who had wounded her. She was desperate in her attempts. It was clear but even so, she had an ever lasting conviction to tear that boy apart. She sought to pound that Shinigami into the dirt.

Yetsuna was being ignored for the time being. It was as if she didn’t exist at all to the distraught monstrous woman. But if she intervened, she would attempt to backhand the woman. It’d be enough force to send her into the wall behind her.

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Garret

"Fight for a world that is not mine...against a foe I know nothing about...and my reward is my freedom? Tell me what I need to know."

Those words managed to perk Rika’s lips into that of a smile. But it was simply a feign and she couldn’t hold it. “I’m sorry... I was desperate Dear Champion.” Her gaze would waver in the face of that hardened Rogue. “The summons was not clear in who would come forth, or how many would come. I did not choose you for this. Twas fate that cast that roll.” From that frown a poem would escape those trembling lips.

“Golden eyes, shepherd us from deceitful lies. Freed from death, you cut our ties. Deliverance across the tides. To the Kingdom of Felidae, where no one dies." As she looked up to that one gray iris, there were tears in that somber darkly blue gaze. “You will need to kill our shepherd, The Golden Eyed One to free yourself from this false Paradise." Her fingers pointed up towards a stained glass window overlooking the two.

"Up that winding path, overlooking this church is where you will find his abode. Be resolute dear champion, the Golden Eyed One bears much strength and is rumored to have been a fierce warrior in the past. But where there once was kindness, now lies something else I do not understand. Alas my people thought removing his Familiar from his side would wane his power over us. They threw it into the caves, into the hole where we throw our um... waste. Where surly the blood thirsty beasts ended its poor life."

"I’m hopeful it has, for your sake dear champion. Again I am sorry, I was selfish in my desires to end this.” The young woman would caress her pendant, eying the silver with a somber gaze before removing it. “But I did not have the strength nor the will to end this myself. I hid like a child while the chaos loomed outside the fog wall." She would take the hardened man's rough hand, placing the pendant into his palm. “This is all I have to give you. A shiny precious little thing. It gives off the warmth of a fire but it does not burn. I held it, many a night. When the cold bit against my chilled fingers. May it warm your heart in the coldest of nights, dear champion.”

Garret had a choice now. He could listen to Rika and follow that winding path up towards the Golden Eyed One. It would be a simple journey and not a very far one at that. Upon walking up that pathway, Garret would find a large round archway leading towards a building. It sat atop of a hill, overlooking the church. Simple in design, a house stood at the edge of the cliff side. The putrid smell of death would become apparent to the Rogue as he’d near the small house. On it’s right side a disfigured form of a man laid against the greenery. A look of terror painted permanently against his visage.

If Garret inspected the body, he would see that the man had dragged himself to that spot before dying. Following that blood trail would lead the rogue to an open circular clearing surrounded by massive stone monoliths. And Garret would see a truly gruesome sight. Countless bodies littered the barren and dead earth and a silhouette stood amidst the ruin of those corpses. Nearly hidden by that blanketing fog, golden eyes would lay narrowly on the Rogue. A voice would soothingly fall from hidden lips. “Well what have we here? A pilgrim perhaps? Carried aloft by the tide?”

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Jak

The world would rumble around the two as Jak fired off those bolts of spiritual energy. It crackled against the walls and the ceiling, until giving away to that nearly immaculate attack. Rock and dust filled that cavern as that voracious beast charged down that dark and damp tunnel. It attempted to follow Jak and Kyuu but it would be thwarted by the rocks that now blocked its path. Kyuu’s ears perked, turning to Jak as the crash from those rocks settled and the echo from those twisted conjoined dogs dampened.

“Two legged Jak! That was amazing! Truly Kyuu is amazed by your show of skill and might!” The black Tom mewed happily. Excitement stirred all through the little tom’s body as it pranced about. “To block it’s path like that. Kyuu could never do such a thing. You have saved Kyuu’s life once again, though-” Golden eyes stirred to the dirt and dust covering black furs. “You’ve made a mess of Kyu furs once again as well... Yet mess or no mess, Kyuu is alive thanks to you, two legged Jak.”

Kyuu would look towards Jak with what looked to be a joyful gaze. Though he was cat so it might have been hard to see it. Yet the tone of his voice told the story that his face could not. “Now Kyuu can return to Kyuu’s master. Hopefully he is not mad at his people for throwing Kyuu in here... They surely wern’t in their right mind when they did so. Kyuu wonders why they were acting so strangely, maybe master will know. Mad as a cat who befriends a rat they were.” Kyuu mewed jokingly.

His eyes would widen as he looked around himself as if he was confused. “Kyuu did say the right path... Right two legged Jak?” Kyuu was surely perplexed and his ears twitched as he gazed into that burning red gaze of the half demon. He would then begin to pace back and forth, his long tail flicking irritably with each paw step. “Kyuu went right when he ran away from the dogs... Kyuu was almost out until they made Kyuu head back and Kyuu went Right at that point... Kyuu went right, oh no...” Kyuu would turn around, his golden irises stirring to a realization.

“No Jak! You blocked the path! Kyuu meant left! Kyuu meant left two legged Jak!” The black tom was panicking pawing at the rubble. His hairs standing on end. “There is only a dead end at this path, how could you destroy it! You destroyed the path! Stupid human! Stupid, stupid two legged Jak! You have trapped Kyuu!” All of that screaming ceased as suddenly the rocks blocking the path began to budge. Kyuu immediately sought shelter behind Jak’s back. Like thunder the entire cave boomed from the movement of that rubble. The conjoined monstrosity thrashed violently as it erupted from the destruction. Four heads snapped forth towards the half demon. It attempted to barrel down against the man with all of their strength and speed (600 strength/speed).

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Staying in the stance that he had assumed after landing in the basement after attacking the woman that had gone after him Tsukuyomi watched as she reacted to the wounds that eh had inflicted upon her body. At least that's what he thought he was watching for the first few moments. As time continued to go on though and he watched this woman start to mentally break down at what she was seeing of herself Tsukuyomi realized that there was something seriously wrong with the woman even more so than he had already assumed after what he had heard from her.

Tsukuyomi moved after the words of some man butchering the bodies surrounding her was spoken. Stepping towards her Tsukuyomi would execute movement to increase his travel speed by three times what he was naturally capable of achieving and in the moment that followed he would glide his wakashi Honshitsu across the back of the woman's neck. It would only take an instant for the life of this woman to be erased hopefully for her betterment as Tsukuyomi was fed up seeing someone so stuck in sorrow that it warped her into something even she could no longer recognize.

Tsukuyomi had the senses of a wild animal though and after the head of the woman would bounce across the floor of the basement he would suddenly turn in a different direction of the basement holding Honshitsu outwards as if to point at something with the edge of the blade. "Whoever is standing there come out now." He wasn't going to take any chances in this strange place. He didn't know what had changed that woman and in reality he didn't actually know anything yet. All he did know is he had heard the sound of someone else breathing.

[RayginX]

A poem? His one eye narrowed itself slightly as he took in the words fed to him by the maiden. He remained quiet, listening earnestly, for any hidden details within the rhyme. But alas the effort was wasted. Garret knew not of this world or any of its names. He nodded his head in thanks to the maiden for the information she gave him, and the location for where it was he needed to travel. Would it really be so easy? A mere walk up the hill to end this? No. Garret knew nothing was ever that easy. He was stopped from leaving by the maiden giving him a gift. Something precious to her. Why give it to him? "I'll see that I return this to you once this is over." the swordsman replied. The flap of his cloak was his next response as he turned from the maiden and pushed through the fog wall, leaving the sanctuary for the dangers of the world beyond. The pendant pressed against his chest warmed his skin. What an odd trinket.

The winding path was travelled with silence. He heard no animals. He said no words. His own thoughts were rather...quiet. Everything was silent like death. His only company was his footsteps, the rocking of his sword, and the flutter of his cloak. Sometimes a gust of wind pushed against him, but beyond that there was just nothing. He came to a stop before that archway, staring ahead at the humble abode he saw before him upon this hill. He recognized the smell of death that lingered in the air, a scent oh so familiar to him. Walking towards the house he began to wonder if this Golden Eyed One was inside, but then noticed the corpse that had seemingly crawled its way to the home from somewhere else. What could he have seen to paint such a visage onto his flesh in his final moments?

Garret narrowed his eye as he turned to look in the direction that the trail of blood came from. The only way to find answers was to follow the blood. Hrm. Garret mumbled to himself, before heading off. The trail lead him away from the home and brought him towards quite the sight. A clearing, blanketed heavily by fog, with stone monoliths erected all around it as if it was some form of arena. But Garret wasn't looking at the constructs, no, he was looking at what lay in the center of the clearing. A small hill of bodies. Piles upon piles of corpses reaching up into the sky. While he was no stranger to bodies, even he was slightly surprised at this. Just who had piled them like this? Who had killed this many?

But he had his answer quickly. He noticed the one figure that moved. The Rogues tired, grey, eye locked onto those golden ones that cast their gaze down on him. Golden eyes? Garret noticed, his own narrowing, as the figure suddenly spoke to him. Garret was quite for a moment, before finally deciding to work his mouth and tongue. "More like a wanderer torn from his path." Garret commented softly, his gaze remaining locked on the golden eyed individual. He might not have looked it, having not drawn his weapon, but Garrets body was instinctively prepared to jump at a moment's notice. "Quite the oddity... golden eyes... even where I am from. What sort of battle took place here?"

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna was more or less at a loss for words, or even thought, she literally had no idea what to think of the situation that had just unfolded. In a moment of seemingly half clarity the woman, if she could still be called that, realized what she had become and, to some extent, what had befallen those whose remains they were surrounded by. The fact this woman didn't seem to know about the transformation she had undergone raised some serious questions as to what had happened and how, but based on her comments a golden eyed man seemed to be involved.



Suddenly the girl lunged forward towards the other shinigami again, her voice bellowing at him about his foot placement. She tried desperately to strike him again, but before she could he maneuvered around behind her and sliced at her neck, ending her tortured existence. The female shinigami felt heavily torn inside, on one hand she wanted to stop the other shinigami from killing this malformed girl who she was willing to bet was an innocent victim and so she could question her about what had happened, but at the same time she was too unstable and violent to contain, her mood and emotions changing wildly and rapidly, and even if she did save her, what kind of life could she have, her mind seemingly shattered and her body morphed beyond anything she had ever seen. A quick end was likely the most merciful thing for the poor soul, but even so, it left her with a sense of sorrow.



A silence lingered for a moment, a morbid pity over took the room, but it was quickly broken when the other shinigami noticed her presence and called her out. With her blank armor and the low light Yetsuna probably wasn't the most visable object at that moment, she she began to take a few steps forward towards the light while answering the man. "Another shinigami," she replied, her voice was flat, missing its normal warmness after what had just occurred, "I'm Yetsuna, Vice Captain of squad 3," she continued her hands up slightly to show she bore no weapon or hostile intent, "Who are you?"

[Jak Halcom]

Jak slumped against the stone wall breathing a little heavily. Whatever these dogs were, they were not typical dogs. The cat was once again singing his praises despite getting a bit of dust on its fur. The cat went on about being able to go back to its master, and how the people were acting strangely when they threw him down here. Well that explains how he got down here. Though that didn't answer what the dogs were doing down here. He took a deep breath to steady his heart, but the sudden panicking of the cat made his heart jump up into his throat again. It started questioning himself on his directions then got more panicking when he realized he gave the wrong directions. 

Then the cat started to blame Jak for trapping them in a dead end. Jak furrowed his brow getting up glaring at the cat. "Well next time give accurate directions when we are being chased by a blob of flesh and bone that used to be a several dogs!" This was starting to resemble the beginning of an adventure story that his mother had always told him when he was little. His face softened a bit when he thought of her. He hoped against everything that she was not truly dead, but she had not been around for years. If she was alive, wouldn't she have come to see her grown son? He sighed again paying the cat no attention. His head snapped up when he heard the rocks bulging. 

"Why do I get the feeling something bad is on the other side of those rocks?" He said out load before the rocks gave way. He covered his face with his arms to protect his head from the flying rocks. The dog was bigger and badder then ever, and even more pissed off than before. Jak grabbed the cat pulling his arm back to throw. "Whatever you do, don't look back." He said throwing the cat over the charging amalgamation of dog bits. He would transform using his hell powers instantly growing another foot and another pair of arms. Fire would erupt from his body, some of it into a pair of large phoenix wings from attached to his back. 

He would use the mod soul step technique while pushing off with his mighty strength to go up and over the dog. The wings would not only allow him to fly in the air, but they made they made him go even faster when using the step tech. Instead of going 8x his speed, he went 24x his speed at the same time, he would leave a trail of fire all along where his wings extend which basically caused the entire path to catch fire. The fire would burn the dogs spiritually as well as physically with moderate soul burn. He would hit the ground and run turning back only once to focus his flames into his guantlet blades and send them into a wave of fire at the dogs before running again. 

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