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Matfur stared into the black eyes of the buck mule deer, which stared back. She slowly reached out, setting a hand gently on either side of it's head, then, with one swift motion, broke the creature's neck. She wasted no time skinning it and devouring the meat. As she was always starving, she ate quickly and with much gluttony, so no one or no thing would take her meal. When she was finished, there was only bone, fur, and organs left - things that she knew birds or other scavengers would carry off. She stood, her hands and snout dripping blood, and looked at the skull of the deer, it's long antlers raising from it's head, it's eye sockets empty, though she had not eaten the eyes. For a split second, she swore the left eye socket had glowed green, the right red, like the mysterious half-dead Barrowight, a creature she had once met. She shook it off, heading out of the forest, towards the town of Jordain, as the sun sunk low and red on the horizon...

Vance leaned agaisnt a tree as he stared off into the distance. It had now been two years since he had left the race of humans, but still he felt nothing toward the loss. He knew that the soul of man had been turned evil and that he had left just in time. Vance looked down the road and hoped to see someone worthy to challenge. There was no one. Vance let out a deep sigh. "Just a little while longer and I'll go back to Jordain." To his left Vance could see the gate for the town. "Why, why do I feel so empty? I have everything I want, and yet there is a hole within my spirit" Vance slid down the trunk of the tree. Resting his head against the tree, Vance fell into a dreamless sleep.

Blaze & Khaz had just arrived in Jordain, having had no problems along the way, and Blaze was in quite a good mood. Blaze had begun setting up shop, and getting his tools prepared to make potions from the herbs he collected along the way while he waited for customers. "Must you always do this?" Khaz sighed. Blaze smiled and said "Yeah cheif, otherwise, we don't wanna starve or anything right?" "uhh... I suppose... well... wake me if anything goes wrong then..." Khaz said sleepily as he had had no action along the way, and was bored from lack of action. Blaze finished setting up, and had set out his wares to sell "Potions, equipment, everything you need here!" Blaze smiled and turned to his medicine bowl, pulling out some of the herbs he had freshly picked and began mashing them into a fine paste in the bowl. He mixed the herb paste he had made with some water, and poured it into a bottle, then finishing it off by sticking a price label on it, and putting it witht he other wares. He smiled and began another. He stopped for a moment and looked over to the sleeping Khaz, remembering the first time they met... Blaze was wandering through the forest, when he came across the injured Khaz, and hurried to his side, and began rubbing the medicine on him as quickly as possible, and picking him up and carrying him to the nearest town for treatment. Since that day Khaz owed his life to Blaze and vowed to protect him, and they began traveling together... to this day Khaz still never told Blaze how he got such bad wounds, and Blaze never asked, as he isn't sure he even wants to know... Blaze was snapped back to the present by a customer asking to buy a fine knife they had obtained on an occasion when Blaze and Khaz were attacked, and Khaz took down their enemy without hesitation, much to Blaze's dismay... and so he was happy to get rid of such a foul item, for such a good price... He smiled and waved as the satisfyed customer left. Blaze sighed and continued making his potions.

Pracy walked the road towards Jordain smiling to himself. He stoped as his keen sense of smell picked up a oder that he had not smelled in a long time...Human. He pulled his bow and notched an arrow as he swept the landscape looking for the human. He saw him setting agenst a tree sleeping. "Perfect" He said to himself as he drew back the bowstring and let the arrow fly.

Draco and Murrgh were going down a long street of merchants and pedlars, looking for anything interesting to buy. Murrgh had his hand firmly latched onto his sizeable bag of coins and at least one eye on his friend at all times. Draco was seemingly everywhere at once, chatting with merchants looking at interesting trinkets and flaunting with women. soon they came to a potion shop owned by Blaze Moon. though there were few potions on the near bare shelves, Draco was looking excitingly in.

Draco said, "OOOO! OOOO! A potion for my warts! can i get it Muurgh? Please??????" "Do you Really need it friend?" Muurge said, "why bother with something near useless? we should find something that can aid us in combat... but fine ill buy it for you." Muurgh called out, "Is the shopkeeper in?"

(brief use of minor language, sorry if it offends anyone)

Kriah looked at the pencilled portrait, then up at the town. The man had killed three women by strangulation. And Kriah was ready to put a stop to it.

He was traced to a tavern on the south side of town. Human, red mullet hair, one blue eye, scar going from his right scalp to his left chin, crossing over one eye and blinding him, making the eye pure white- wears an eyepatch to hide it. Signed by the top brass himself.

Kriah arrived, and spotted him within three seconds. She spared the diplomacy, but took out her crossbow and fired, hitting him straight between the eyes. She was quick to show the poster, circling carefully around so everyone could read it. "This man's a serial killer- he got what's coming to him," Kriah said as she turned around to walk out the door.
"Hey!" the pudgy bartender cried. "Mind cleaning up this mess?"

"Go screw yourself, Porky," she said as she sauntered out the door.

'Another day of my endless journey.' as Loki looked over the edge of the cliffs, observing every fights, arguements and conflict occured in this every raging world.

'What a pity, such a wonderful world reduced to this state of war.'
Hmm? Something is going to happen, but what?

Loki jumped off the cliff and 'surf' his way down the cliff, towards a human town, Jordian, looking for any event of interest that catches his mysterious eyes.

Vance's eye suddenly are wide open. Quikly he turns his head to the side and barely dodges the arrow hitting him. Vance feels a trickle of blood go down his cheek. He glances up and sees a Varg. No, not a Varg. That kind could never have come so close to killing him. "It must be a wolfish. This is the one bad part about switching sides, your new allies don't know your with them." Vance gets up and puts his hand on his sword hilt. He looks at the familar scar on his hand. He gets into his fighting stance and prepares for engagement. "Remember Vance, don't kill them."

'Well well well, what have we here.' Loki peered through the trees and sees a human getting ready for a battle.

'seems to me that human in trouble, this could be interesting.'

he hid in the shadows of the trees, observing the lone human trying to protect himself.

Matfur, wiping blood from her chin, arrived to the gates of the town just s the human took up the fighting stance. Something about this human was different... a scent... lioness? No, not just any lioness, Lady Blackshield. Her spear ready, she raced to stand between the beast and the human. The cloak pin at her throat, a bronze piece, almost a 'v' but with much higher and rounder sides, glinted in the sun - the official cloak pin of the royal guard - glinted in the low sun. Her golden eyes were serious, she did not want Blackshield's allies turning on each other. "Stop!" She said, her arms held out wide, to block the two from each other, "Our problems lie with the enemies of Blackshield, not with each other!"

'This is getting interesting...hmm.'
Loki lean forward to hear the conversation.
'uh-ho, [censored]...' The branch broke, sending Loki down.
Loki fells abruptly down the tree and face the 3 figures infront of him.Wary of them, Loki shifted his hand behind him and grab the handle of his daggers, ready to strike back if need be.

Pracy turned, bow drawn to face this new threat.
"Who are you?" he asked.

Vance looked around him at the two new arrivals. He glanced at the fox girl with wings. "She looks oddly familiar." Then he turned his attention to the figure holding daggers in a fighting position. He quikly ignores the minor threat. Vance re-sheathes his sword and leans his head back. He begins walking over to the strange fox while still looking up at the sky. When he reaches her, Vance looks down at the small figure. "Have I met you before?" It was the first time Vance had talked in 3 months.

"That I doubt, human." She said, spitting the word 'human' like it left a bad taste in her mouth. "And I hardly care if we have."

"....."

'Who am i? Who am i?!? i don't know who am i, i shouldn't be here. Hmm, the rest does not pose a threat to me, i got to be alert about that fox.'

He though as he held his daggers, wary of the 3 figures confronted him.