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A figure stood atop the roof of a great tomb, his cloak blazing out behind him, his face hidden by his hood. Beneath the hood, his eyes glowed purple. He held to his equine mouth a set of pan pipes, and slowly began to play a tune so emotional and mournful that it rang out with pain and suffering, pure unbridled emotion. It was both painful and beautiful, and as he played, a raven slowly circled his head, to alight on his shoulder. It stared out with him over the great graveyard as a heavy fog swirled gently. The music played on and on, a strange, sickly sound that enchanted all those who heard it with sadness and pain. The suffering in his heart was being shaped in the music, the constant hopelessness and lonesomeness was all becoming real in the notes that he shaped.

((BIG PotO reference...))

Vance walked along the graves. He had no idea why he was there. There was nothing here for him, especial since no one he knew was dead here. As he reached the end of another row of graves, a fog began to roll in. Vance watched as it slowly swallowed him from his feet up to his head. "Looks like my mind, clouded and unorginized." Vance gave a chuckle at his remark. Then he heard something to his right. A song. Someone was playing a mournful song, and it began to get to Vance. A pain deep inside him was coming up. Vance began to tremble despite him wearing a coat. He walked a little ways and then sat down against a tomb stone. Two words kept flashing in his head as he listened to the song. "WAR and DEATH"

The holy light shown all around as he walked through the burning town. People looked upon him for hope but he could give none to them. He had only one mission in life but now that it has finished he has no propous so that is why he wanders never stoping in one place for to long. He enterd the graveyard cape blowing in the wind like a white bird in the darkness. as he walked music drifted into his ears.

Blaze sat in the cemetary, leaning against the grave across from the grave belonging to the only person he had ever killed. He sat there staring, barely blinking, barely moving, he almost looked dead himself, he just sat... and stared... his once bright smile had faded, and now he seemed emotionless. It was as though all hope had been drained from his once bright face, his wings had turned black ever since that dismal day he discovered his dark powers. Ever since, the shadows wouldn't leave him be, and it was rare the day he had happiness anymore.

A meloncoly melody was heard throughout the graveyard, and though he didn't move, a tear streamed down his face, as he just kept lying there, staring at the grave. it was as though he were incredibly deep in thought. He lie there, staring, tears running down either side of his face, all the time he didn't even seem to realise he was hearing music, or that he was crying. He just stare at the grave. The grave marked "Khaz Wolfswift"...

A shadow lurked here and there, well hidden though not truely meaning to hide, Glancing at graves as he past he noted simply how many names he knew, a few of them he had killed himself, the war had given him alot of business... some he had spied on, a few he had spied for, in some cases both. He hadn't a flicker of remorse, they where not why he was here, no he was here on business, There was someone here he was supposed watch, A man had wanted information on this individual so badly he payed enough to kill. But oddly didn't want a kill . he put on his mask, a mask that his culture believed to be the face of death, he was apporoaching target...

Vance began to focus on his breathing to calm down. Finally the fear and sorrow stopped from inside him. Slowly he stood up and listened to the music again. This time it had no effect, it was just music. Vance slowly started walking in the direction he heard it coming from, moving his hands through the air to clear the fog briefly. He came to a massive tomb and looked around. There were no figures in the fog, but the music was so close. He heard the rustle of clothes and stood alert. Vance could tell at least one other person was in this grave yard. He slipped on his metal gauntlets he had had on his belt. Backing up into the tomb, he waited to see someone. "I just had to end up in a graveyard, at night, with a thick fog. My head says theres no one here, but my gut says theres someone close by" Vance was quitely talking to himself to calm down. That was his only safe haven. His brilliant mind

The music slowly, sadly, came to a stop, and the player stood atop the tomb for a moment, collecting his thoughts, until the raven on his shoulder, a graying, dismal creature, crowed in his ear. He looked at the bird - a red ribbon had been tied onto his left leg. Thorn whistle took his ribbon, hiding it within his cloak, and brought forth a white ribbon, which he tied to the bird's leg. He held his arm out, and the bird moved to his wrist, and it took flight into the fog. Spreading great wings, the figure jumped from the pointed roof of the tomb, to glide down and land softly on the ground. He looked at the graveyard, and said, in a whispered, almost singing voice, "Those with tombs and graves... are lucky." He pondered for a moment, and choose to speak to the wolf-phoenix he had seen from the tomb. He silently, softly, made his way towards him, like a cat stalks a bird it wishes to dine upon.

Draco entered the cemetary upon the back of Muurgh. It was a customary visit, once every three months, A visit to the mausoleum of Draco's family. when they came to the door, Draco slid off of Muurgh's back and produced a small silver key from his pocket. he turned a magical lock that only he can see and opened the door soundlessly then closed it behind him. Muurgh stood guard still as a statue staring out into the dismal cemetary and curiously watching the other visitors of the grave around him.

After as long as Blaze had stayed unmoving at the grave, he was gone in an instant. Reappearing behind the equine who had made a move toward him "I know not who your looking for, but if you mean well, you should not sneak in such a manner as to raise suspicion pertaining to intentions." Blaze said as he held his katar drawn in his shaking hand and at the throat of the one who had invaded the sanctity of his dearest friend's resting place.

As the music stoped Pracy turned his head to see a wolf-phoenix wepons drawn.
"you have no enemy here Blaze Moon" he said.
"all of us are here to mourn the loss of somone dear so why make it wors by fighting them?"
He took a step towards Blaze.
"lay down your arms Blaze Moon for noone wishes to fight you"

"Let the boy do as he wishes, wolf," the cloaked one said, "If he wishes to kill me, let him do so." He reached up slowly, and moved back his hood. The equine face in red and violet was a sight to behold, for his deep eyes seemed to speak of fears that no living being had seen. "Do you really want to kill me?" his voice sounded in the ears of Blaze and him alone, "Do you really think that will ease your pain?"

"you know as well as i do that he cannot kill you Thornswhistle Icehoof"
Pracy said as he locked eyes with the equine.
"and you also know that he will destroy himself if he tryes"
Pracy leaned in closer to Thornswhistle.
"and i do not wish to watch another die"

"I don't feel it would ease my pain, and I didn't plan to kill you" he glared at pracy "nor did I plan to injure you in any way, I merely asked you why you were approaching me in such a manner" he pulled his Katar away from it's position near Thornwhistle's neck, but plenty far enough away to show it was obviously an empty threat. He stared off in the direction of Khaz's grave "I never planned to kill anyone, but these things happen... life is so fragile..." he turned back to Thornwhistle and again asked "Why were you approaching me in a manner which makes suspicios your intentions?"

"I find that silence is the best way to heal my heart," he said, "I plan nothing against you." His red tail flicked, sending the fog into a spiral behind him. "A graveyard is a place to be silent - a place of peace for those in the grave," he swept his hand in the arm, gesturing to the many graves.

Vance was watching everything that was going on between the three furres several yards away behind a tomb stone. He had grown restless waiting for someone to appear at the tomb, so he had decided to walk around some more. Unfortunatly it had brought him here. Vance slid his back down the face of the stone slab and sat on the cold ground. If the fog had not lifted, he would have probably walked straight into that group. "I am going to die," he thought, "There are three powerful looking furres over there. If they see me they will kill me for being human. Well if I'm going to die today, I'm going to let curiosity do it." Slowly Vance began to crawl from grave marker to marker. He wanted to hear what they were doing. And possibly who they were. Having only met furres once and in battle, he was curious as to what they were really like. Vance didn't hate them, but only becuase he didn't know anything about them. He hated that, because he liked to know everything