Dusk to Dawn, and the Beast Within (Open)

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Fortunately, the winged man was not so defenseless as she presumed, yet before she could reply to Caramon's offering suggestion, he took off running through the graveyard, likely as an attempt to get the beast out of the way. Once alone, for the most part, the wolfos exhaled huffily, mentally shaming the man for thinking he could outrun the creature. Unless he intended to take flight or something, which might have been a more brilliant idea. Not to mention... Wouldn't taking him out to the open field be a better idea? She questioned, but did not vocalize her thoughts. Whatever seemed to float his boat, she supposed. After standing for a brief moment, listening to the sounds in the close distance, Koshkal's feet began to move. Casually, but at least they were doing anything at all, heading down the same path that the two had vanished to. As she neared enough to catch sight of them in the darkness, she frowned as the lycan closed in on the chicken. Well, that was boring, She commented, and quickened her pace. If he was going to go down so easily, perhaps she should help him out after all-- Just when the teen was prepared to launch herself at the lycan, before he could attack her companion for the night, it would appear the beast's attention was caught by other signs of life, and before she could react, or move to stop disaster from striking (she did not believe she would make it in time, anyways), she paused upon hearing the cut off scream, shifting to an eerie gurgle, as the strong scent of blood wafted into her nose, even from her distance. "Hmph. How about that." She muttered nonchalantly to herself, striding back to stand by Caramon, if he had stopped, and the creature emitted a typical howl to the moonlight, at which the white wolfos clicked her tongue irritably, her crimson gaze not leaving the lycan. "Well, it's party time," She whispered with a smirk, fingers flexing.

[Caramon Zero]

I look over myself to make sure that I'm in one piece as I get to my feet.
By some great stroke of luck, I only have a few bruises and a shallow cut across my face.

Well that wasn't very smart...
I thought if his human form had any control left, then he wouldn't run into any graves, but I guess I was wrong...
Anyway, I may have to use my "Love Bullet", since that might be able to let the real guy gain a bit of control, but it's a long shot, since I haven't had to heal someone's mind before...

I suppose I may as well not mess with it, but do you have any ideas as to what we could do?

I may not seem very strong, but I just don't want to hurt the guy since he's just a helpless bystander to the evils committed by his own body.
But still, this thing needs to be stopped....
I guess I don't have a choice...
Well, I don't wanna die, so I guess I've gotta use "that"...[/size][/i][/b]

I close my eyes and unfurl my wings as I take to the air.
In my mind I see a man with black wings tipped with pale blue, who has bright red eyes, and blonde hair laying on his side in the darkness.

Hey, wake up!
I need your help.[/size]

Whatta ya want ya bastard?
I thought ya said ya never wanted ta see me again, or where ya just keepin' me in here for decoration?[/i][/size]

I did say that, and I meant it, but this time I have little choice than to ask for your aid.
If I wasn't completely sure I needed your help, I wouldn't be asking for it.[/size]

Fine then, it's my body after all.[/i][/size]

No, I'm not you anymore, and I can never be like that again.
We may share the same body, but we're completely different people.
I need to use you're power in order to save someone, so I've little choice than to give you control for the time being.
You know what?
Just to show you how much I'm willing to trust you, I'm going give you full control for awhile and I'll rest for a bit, how's that sound?[/size]

Fine, but you better not go all soft on me, alright?[/i][/size]

Fine, let's just do this and see where things go.[/i][/size]

My features change to that of the man inside my head as he takes control of our body.
My body floats down until it hovers just inches from the ground as it seems that "The Original", or Drayke as I call him, wants to say something, but decides not to.

[Enzair]

The Lycan hopped out of the open grave, his maw drenched with the human’s blood, he would finish his meal later, for now he will try to take care of the two nuisances. The Lycan could see the winged man had changed; he did not care, he was the same person just looked different… as far as the Lycan knows.

Enzair had given up trying to gain back control, it was like an ant trying to move something as heavy as a mountain, it was just impossible, and it would take a miracle for him to gain his sanity within the next few days. This was no second consciousness Enzair had no second personality, it was pure vicious animal instinct, instincts so powerful Enzair could not control them, these instincts were sophisticated, able to use Enzair’s knowledge making it more than a dumb animal, it was smart yet feral and vicious.

The Lycan looked over the two picking out which target to go after this time. The Lycan then charged at full speed, 45 miles per hour, towards the two of them, his target the female. Once he was in range, he pounced at her, claws and teeth ready to dig in.

OOC: 202 words long, almost the minimal, but I had little to do, but any way lets get this show on the road XD

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 300px;] "Chicken man," Koshkal started, keeping her eye on the ball, but taking note of the strange difference that had occurred in the man, and also barely paying attention to whatever he was babbling about. She was not insulting Caramon in naming him a chicken, but it was now his nickname, and he was stuck with it, thanks to his wings. Unless of course, she found a more suitable nickname. "If you don't want to hurt him, leave 'im to me. You do that thing you were talking about. Better to try and stop it now than just wait for the moon." She stated nonchalantly, adjusting her hat as she tensed. "I'll try not to kill him." Was the blunt addition. Not that either of them thought she was capable, probably. As if on cue, the Lycan made a move, and at his momentum she could note the attack was to her this time. "En guarde, flying furball." At a subtle motion, silver, blade-like claws extended from the Ainur's knuckles, mimicking the movements of her fingers as she crouched into a ready pose, mentally timing her strike. Just as the Lycan pounced, Koshkal's knees bent without warning, and she ducked beneath the beast's attack, using her heels to propel herself forward and rolling out from under. At that same moment, her crimson eyes held a glint of danger and little mercy as she twisted herself around to throw a vertical slash at her opponent's leg.

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 110px;] » HUNTING BEAST ---- x2 spd/agi » RAGING BEAST ---- active [ x ] » SUMMARY assuming that by pouncing, enz jumped, kosh ducked and rolled under him. upon regaining footing, she turned around and went for a counterstrike with an upwards swipe at his back leg (upper thigh) as he lands.

[Caramon Zero]

{OOC: I'm back.
Sorry I took so long...
Switching to "2nd Person" for a bit, but I don't know how to use it very well, so please bare with me for a bit...
Gonna be awful short though, sorry...}

Drayke stays a few inches from the ground and uses my wings to quickly propel himself forward as the girl dodges and injures the Lycan.
He flies towards him and kicks him with both of my legs.

Wolfy, see if you can get that vest off of him, I've got an idea how to stop this bastard, though I'm not gonna like it...[/size][/i][/b]

I speak to him in my mind and smirk at Drayke.

So, you're saying we need to work together?[/size]

It may be our only choice to live long enough to save this bastard from himself...
So are you willing to do it?[/i]

If you're sure.
I always wondered how cool we'd look if we worked together, so lets do it.[/size][/i]

I shake hands with Drayke as we disappear into each other and our colors mix and take form mentally and then physically.

My hair now appears as if it were on fire, the crimson highlighted with blonde, and my right wing becomes red and tipped with blue, while my left is black and tipped with white, as my chest turns a burnt orange, and my eyes turn a deep purple.
I step back several feet and grab Imperium off of my belt and attach Dirge to my left hand, before talking to Wolfy once again.

Let me get a few stabs in after you take care of the vest.
I won't hit anything vital, but I'll do my best to subdue him.
If worse comes to worse, we'll have to do something to knock him unconscious, but that's easier said than done...

Like I said the poor fragger can't control this thing, and now he seems to have given up altogether, since the beast seems to have gotten a bit stronger.
We've gotta knock some sense into him so he can take back control from this animal.

I know you can hold your own fairly well, but be careful, you never know what this thing's thinking.[/i][/b][/size]

I stand at the ready, waiting for the right moment to strike, and if need be, get out of the way and let the girl handle her own affairs.

[Enzair]

Burning, sharp pain… the Lycan yelped at the female’s claws of some sort gashed his flesh and moments later, his was drop kicked. He hit the ground in a tumble before crashing harmlessly into a headstone, but quickly recovered and got back on his feet, more like crawl for he was also on his hands. He looked at his wound and watched as blood trickled down his leg. Those claws were sharp enough to cut through hard leather pants and thick hide with ease… Like his own, but hers were bigger, thus more dangerous.

However, the Lycan was stronger, and faster. He could knock her out with one good swipe.

“No! You fool of an animal! You are going to get me killed! Stop trying to eat them! You already got your meal!” Said Enzair in desperation, “Defend yourself you brute, she is going to cut you into ribbons! And he is going to skewer…” Before Enzair could fill in the last word he felt like he had just fallen and came to a gentle landing, the Lycan had pushed him into a dark corner of his mind, he could no longer see what the Lycan did, as such the Lycans mind was clearer and seen its mistake of trying to pounce such dangerous foes.

***
---You can skip this it is not related to the action, but if you want know what happened feel free---

Enzair did not know this part of his mind, he thought he learned it all during his training with the mountain sages, but this was different it was dark, not dark in light. He, what seemed to be, was in a plane, the sky purple with small veins of black constantly moving in the sky, the ground dark, like burnt ground with the consistency of dirt. The dark corner of his mind was dark in the presence of something terribly evil, darkness incarnate.

“Where am I,” Enzair thought to himself as he looked around an endless field of wasteland.

“Welcome to the shadow of your life. Long sense I have waited here, waiting for the time to come, yet is seems as your curse has dropped you into my little corner of your mind, thoughts are not personal here, they travel across this plane like a wave of memory, so all can hear.” Said a voice.

Enzair looked around spinning around at one point, “who are you? Show yourself!” Demanded Enzair as he continued to look around moments later his area began to fill with a black fog.

“I’m right here…,” he said and Enzair turned around only to be startled making him fall backwards and crawl away.

“No… no… it can’t be… your dead!” Said Enzair, his arm up and his hand loosely pointing at him before lowering it.

“No my dear boy, what you saw was but a shell, I have always been with you, as a mere shadow… until two years ago…” said the man.

The man wore a black cloak his hood and mask off, his eyes red with purple trim, his hair black, he looked that of a man in his 30’s. Who was it? It was a mirror image of his ancestor, Jack.

“W-What…?” Enzair thought for a moment and remembered.

Two years ago he was tricked made to believe his father was using him, he killed him with his own sword, Shadow blade, he kept that sword ever sense. That is what he was talking about; it was able to speak to him, not because it was in a sword, because he was already in his mind. His soul is the sword.

Enzair got up standing six feet from jack. “What do you want from me? Why have you done this to me?” Demanded Enzair.

“I have unfinished business… Wraith…” said Jack.

“That name is dead to me…” Said Enzair looking down to the side.

“You have hunted the shadow of you for so long, it is time to give up, you can never beat your shadow self… he will swat you like a fly. Everyone has their shadows, all of them locked away all but yours,” Said jack.

“…Why then? Why chose me? Why try and hold me back?” Asked Enzair.

“In time… In time, you will know, as to why you were changed… it is destiny Wraith, everyone has their part in this world, all of them have something different, most of it insignificant; some of them hold the fate of Hyrule in their hands; and you Wraith Enzair, have a destiny of your own, and in the end there will be tragedy…” Said jack before he disappeared into the mist, which then left faster than he could even run.

He did not try to go after him though. Instead, he kneeled down, and began to meditate.

---End---

***
The Lycan had been looking over the two, only a second has gone by with the contact of the two deep in a dark corner of its mind. It had not noticed for it lost Enzair, like he just fell out of its mind entirely and that he did not exist, but he was there, lost in the dark corner. Every second of time was like a lifetime spent there, any who can sense the presence of one or more minds would sense the disappearance of Enzair’s conscious like he just fallen out of existence in a blink of an eye.

The Lycan then stood up on its legs like a human rather than an animal, the look in its eyes showed signs if high intelligence. It stood there, waiting, waiting for the next move, eyeing the two intently. Breathing steady, listening to every little sound, taking in every scent, every movement.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 300px;] That's one leg, Koshkal mused to herself as she saw her attack had been successful, flicking her wrist in some obscure direction, sending a small splay of the lycan's blood splattering across a nearby headstone. If she got the other leg now, then there was a chance she would greatly lessen the creature's movements, which, to her, was something formidable. How to go about the vest, as her companion said, was another story. Speaking of, the chicken man was very... multifarious, she supposed. Bipolar? Multiple personalities? She wasn't sure, but there was a lot of minimal differences between then and now. One being that he seemed ready to fight the lycan now. Another being the blatant changing appearance. No matter, she supposed. So long as he didn't try to turn against her as well. Her mind flashed back for a moment. "Hey, chicken man, why don't you just use that sword you knocked over before we got into this mess and slice him up with that?" Was it nearby, or had they run off too far? She would have probably tried to use it herself, but she had the notion that she was certainly not strong enough. Strength was never a focal point for her. Trailing back to the enemy, he seemed to have stopped with its unpredictable attacking. Thinking of a new plan, are we? The Ainur tilted her head in silent question. It was as though she was being beckoned to attack first. But, when doing the calculations, striking first was a foolish move. Maybe they could just have a staring contest until the moon was at its highest. The creature stared; she stared back, intently, as if challenging. Only she was aware this was a battle of two beasts.

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 110px;] » HUNTING BEAST ---- x2 spd/agi » RAGING BEAST ---- active [ x ] » SUMMARY standby.

[Caramon Zero]

I turn my attention to the Lycan, who's apparently stopped moving, yet I know that what the girl did didn't do a huge deal of damage, just slow him down a bit.

In a few moments, he'd probably attack again only to get his other leg slashed by that girl's claws.

I'm glad she's on my side...
Don't know what I'd do if she got me with one of those claws...

I gulp after thinking what would've happened if it were me she was fighting, and my eye twitches from the scene playing in my head.
I force the images out of my mind while I try to think on what the girl had said as I turn back to her.

That may just work, but I won't kill him, I'll just use it to incapacitate him, though I need to see if I can even swing it first...

Fine, I'll go for the sword, and you cover me.
Sound like a plan?[/b][/i][/size]

I look back at the Lycan, pointing my sword in his direction, my eyes flashing with determination as I speak to the creature knowing full well that it probably doesn't understand me.

Do you here me?!
I said that I won't hurt you unless you give me reason to.
I don't care what happens, I'm going to save you no matter what![/b][/i][/size]


{OOC: Well, dang...
It turned out to be shorter than I thought it'd be...
Ended up getting writer's block right when I started typing, sorry...}

[Enzair]

The Lycan did not care for the words of the winged man, not that the Lycan understood what he said. The Lycan was thinking up a plan, one that just might work. With his strength he can overpower the both of them, and his speed, he could outrun Cameron, as for the female who’s scent is so off, perhaps not, he had not figured out her yet, he did not have the chance to run her down unlike Cameron there.

The Lycan slowly put his hand on a marble tombstone, and seamed to lean on it, it moved apparently it was not that well set in the ground, the Lycans hand then began so faintly glow. He may be a Lycan, and unable to use racial abilities but he can still use his Furian Orb.

The Lycan suddenly took one-step forward as though he were about to strike and instead of running. He chucked the marble tombstone at high speeds directly at Koshkal, as the 100-pound marble slab flew at her the Lycan charged, not at Koshkal but at Cameron. A tactic… who would think a beast like this would be smart enough to perform tactically. This specifically is called deception.

OCC: mines shorter XD. you two can do whatever you want now, i give you two permision to succesfully hit me in your posts and feel free to say that is smashed me into the ground, broke my neck, whatever you feel fits what you do.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 300px;] Koshkal nodded to her party's response. Whatever made him happy. Though she wondered whether she would really be able to cover him. A question soon to be answered. The chicken man spoke again, this time not to her, but the Lycan, as if to see his voice would reach him. Well, she supposed it was nice that he was trying. Didn't that really only work with people who were close to him? Mentally, the Ainur shrugged, and decided to just leave that part up to him. She had nothing to say that would help their situation, anyways. The beast took a single step, and the wolfos watched intently, also questioning why it had its mitts on the gravestone near it. The slight shift in the stone told her why, but the warning registered too late in her mind to be able to voice it. "Move it—!" She shouted as she had already begun to, assuming the tomb was going to fly at both of them. Koshkal literally dropped to the ground. Arching herself backwards, she threw herself to the left, which was fortunately more open to the right, as she landed on her side and rolled to get out of the projected rock's path. As her momentum ceased, she lifted her head, which she had covered with her hands as a precaution, to see what had become of the chicken man, and she realized the creature's intent.

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, width: 110px;] » HUNTING BEAST ---- x2 spd/agi » RAGING BEAST ---- active [ x ] » SUMMARY ducked and rolled from the stone. » OOC why do i always get the projectiles. OTL

[Caramon Zero]

{OOC: Ah, crap! I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long, I've been sick all week, and I'm not sure when I'm gonna get better...
I'm sorry that after that long wait, that it's gonna be pretty short.}

It seems he can't hear me...
I didn't want to do this, but...[/color][/size]

As the Lycan charges me, I do something that shouldn't even be thought of doing: I charge forward.
Right before I come within the creature's reach, I slide under him and slash his uninjured leg with my blade.
As I hurriedly get to my feet, I realize that something isn't right.
Why do I suddenly feel weaker?
As I ready myself, I can feel Drayke drift off into my subconscious and I return to my normal features.

Not now Drayke!
Any time but now!
I need your power to tame this monster!
Wake up!

I stand my ground and keep up my guard to defend myself if necessary from another chance attack, then, turning to the Ainur and then back to the Lycan, I understand that this is more than just a battle of two different monsters, this is a battle between two wolves, and only one may come out alive, so I'll do anything in my power to keep them both from killing each other, because these are friends I've just met, and I wish to be able to know them more after all this is over.

As I stand in the heat of battle, I know not what will befall me, but I'm content with the knowledge that no matter what may happen here, I know everything will turn out alright in the end.

[Enzair]

You can skip all this, unless you want an insight of Enzair’s memories and a sneak peak of Enzair’s personal plot (has not started it yet)

(Series of flash backs) (“---“ separates scenes)
(female) "My name is Adela, it is nice to meet you both."
(male) "I'm Ein. I'm 18 years old."
---
(male) “Boom, and your dead and that sword you fancy falls into the hands of that evil dude who wants it,”
---
(male) "Searching for me? My, I'm flattered. I'm also very proud. An Oocca as a Hylian chancellor! You must've had some strings to pull for that one. Unless you're not a complete Oocca... Then its just sad."
(me) “This is not the time for games…”
(Male) “Look out…”
(me) “aaargh”
(female) “nooooooo”
(Male) “pity…”
---
(me) “My life has been a lie, all I have worked for, was for nothing”
---
(me) “A terrible darkness resides within me, I only wish I could abolish it…”
(female) “Some things are just meant to be, where there is darkness there is always light, nothing can truly be darkness without some form of light, it works both ways, to be pure of one or the other, blinds one to the world, the only such beings are drones, minions of a greater power.”
(me) “then what is to become of me? I can feel the light in me fading, it grows weaker every day, and I lose a part me every day as it weakens and wavers.”
(Female) “you have a destiny ahead of you Chancellor Enzair, this is something you cannot ask for help, it is something you must face alone, when the last of the light in you fades into the void of darkness, you will fall and all that is left you hold so dearly will too,”
(me) “How would you know? You never faced the path I walk now…”
(female) “my kind has lived for centuries, there was a time when we pillaged the land of Hyrule, through our tyranny came our demise, we dragons are a rare kind now, but we have been there… but we freed ourselves from the darkness that held us”
(me) “it was nice to meet you Elean… but I must be going, duty awaits”
---
(Male) “Shadows come, shadows go, for darkness covers all, it is everywhere, one can never rid of it, you kill one tyrant of the world and another rises from the shadows behind the wall. The world is full of fool’s, the tyrants of darkness pillaging the world are fools, they fight battles to early, they send forth their hoards to their doom, they never take their time, there are greater forces of darkness lurking in the shadows… waiting… watching… listening… for when the time is right they will rise and all shall fall. People look at the dangers in front of them… but… they never look behind them to the greater dangers lurking in the shadows… they are everywhere, in your homes, your stores, your bars, you streets… their in you governments… their your friends… their your allies, you enemies, your fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. Their right under your nose and you don’t see them… people are truly blind… The world shall fall to darkness, and all will be lost.”

(End flash backs)

***

When Cameron attempted to slide under him which was a fools move, the Lycan had not even pounced yet, that just made it so much easier to dodge this time. The Lycan just halts and steps the left avoiding Cameron’s blade. When he got up the Lycan noticed Cameron changed to his normal state. Because of the close proximity of Cameron and the Lycan, the Lycan pounced at Cameron, because of how close they were, to dodge would be a feat of speed, considering the Lycan is faster than a human, the possibility of avoiding is just that much smaller. If successful he would pin the arm holding the sword and pin him down by pressing on his chest, and if it were successful he would go to tear out his throat… or whatever was in the way, whether he guarded himself with his arm or… well his arm… considering it seems he has nothing ells to guard with… that is only if it is successful.