The Ruins/Burial Grounds

[Slighter]

Slighter looked at the wolf more carefully and smirked, 'So you wanna fight, is that it?"

 

[The Cackling Crow]

-Kiros was slightly shocked when the hume spoke wolf to him. His lips lowered and his ears perked.-

"Sorry...thought you were a normal hume..."  

[Slighter]

Slighter laughed and shook his head, "Its arlight." He told thee wolf and smiled.

 

[The Cackling Crow]

"Would you know where the Alpha is? I have never actually met the lead pair,but I have a matter that needs to be discussed with them. Even the Beta pair would be helpfull..."  

[- Child of Cirra -]

Liilium

Hellahi stalked silently out of the shelter of the night's shadows. He seemed troubled, no doubt by thoughts of Almirrah. Something about her weakened him critically, and awakened a side of him he thought long buried by endless layers of bitterness. He wasn't sure if he liked this abrupt resurfacing... He rather hated himself for his behavior lately. How long had it been since he had threatened, killed, or raped? How long had it been since he had vented the hatered inside him?
He had met his equal. He had to come to terms with the horrid realization that he wasn't as great as he thought he was. And thus, his motivation had disappeared.
As he stalked the forest paths, he soon stumbled upon the ruins.
Moonlight washed over him, and his hostile exterior was exposed. He found himself feeling oddly self-conscious. His appearance hardly reflected his mood at the moment, and he decided it was time. He was alone, and these ruins promised some scenery he could more convienently enjoy in his other form.
He threw his head back, and embraced the shadows. He went abruptly rigid, and in an instant his body was inveloped in darkness. Its shadowy, serpentine tendrils flicked and twisted in the air, licking at his limbs as they consumed him. In the briefest of moments, the shadow writhed and snaked, then disappated. A dark, misty fog lingered, and in place of the wolf now stood a tall, elegant man. As the fog evanesced, one could see that he was beautiful rather than handsome, with milky pale skin and a soft face. What remained of the wolf was his still blood-red eyes, his ridged silvery horns, his long flowing tail, and the unnerving aura of bitterness. He was dressed plainly, but elegantly, in a flowing multi-layered black skirt decorated around the waist with a band of silvery disc-like chimes. He was barefoot, as well as shirtless. His hair was pulled back in a neat tail that rested on the back of his neck. In one fluid movement, he reached back and let the tail loose. His charcoal-black hair spilled over his back, concealing horrific stitched wounds that appeared as if wings had been forcibly torn out.
He was Hellahi, the long lost.
He stared at his hands (which bore curiously long nails) thoughtfully, almost regretablly. He hadn't taken this form in what seemed like ages. It still didn't seem right... but... His whole world was changing. Why not his form? At least... just for now.
He turned his head, the multitude of rings and chains decorating his pointed ears chiming with the movement. The ruins, as he came to find, were quite beautiful. The entrance to a small labyrinth caught his attention, and he decided to continue his lonely stroll.
Weaving slowly, gracefully, through the labyrinth, he appeared to glide rather than walk. His earrings and the discs on his skirt sent a haunting kind of music chiming through the air with every step he took. He seemed a dark, lonely spirit, with his elegant skirt flowing behind him like a great wispy shadow. Instead of malicious and brutal, he seemed oddly dignified. Almost as if he held the answers to all life's mysteries, and beyond. Almost as if he were ageless in his knowledge.
Almost as if he were a long-lost spirit, denied by even Hell, and sent to earth to suffer a bitter eternity.
Every so often, he would raise a hand to trail across the vine-covered walls of the labyrinth. He seemed to be caressing it assuringly as he passed, as if it were a lonely sort of thing that needed comfort. He respected these walls, admired this labyrinth, and felt a strange connection within.
And so he walked, serenely and enigmatically, blissfully unaware of the world around him.

OOC : I was totally listening to "Lament of the Highborne" from the World of Warcraft (TBC) soundtrack when I wrote this... Which is so oddly fitting, I think, for this kind of picture. XD
You should listen to it, too. X]

BIC :

The labyrinth's attitude toward Hellahi slowly began to change as he further communed with it. Something, it realized, was wrong with this being. Though his touch was inviting and kind, there was a further sense of evil about him that was more than unsettling. It began to resent him as he trailed his long, delicate fingers along its walls.
The vines that so corrupted the smooth stone walls, however, seemed to invite Hellahi's touch. The leaves tickled his palm and licked at his fingers as he passed. The vines shared his desire to find, corrupt, and destroy. They praised him, and rejoiced as they were blessed with his touch.
Realizing the kindred bond between him and the spiteful plants, Hellahi graced them with a soft, beautiful smile, and continued on.
The moon, however, was indifferent to his presence. As infinite was her age, so was her mercy. She had seen many evils in her extensive life, and treated him no better or worse than any other creature. Her soft light reached him as it did any other, and made Hellahi's skin appear flawless. His pale skin shared a fraction of her glow. Had she cared to look at him, she would no doubt find him a most radiant, beautiful being.
He drifted like a ghostly apparition, stunning and mysterious, until the labyrinth discarded him back into the open. He found himself surrounded by ruins. A breeze welcomed him into the clearing and continued to blow softly, as if it were delighted by the chiming Hellahi's belt and earrings sent throughout the open air. He smiled. Nature was being kind to him.
Or perhaps Lady Wind was just easily amused...
He glided over to a low stone wall and sat upon it. He brought one knee up on which to rest his arm, and let the other leg dangle off the wall. His exposed ankle, one could see, was finely decorated with silver anklets of many bands and chains, just as his wrists were.
He was a vain creature... but rightfully so.
He sat, basking in the moonlight, feeling oddly revered... and quite content with himself.

 

[Slighter]

Slighter shrugged and looked at the wolf, "yeah, I might know where he is." He replied to him.

 

[The Cackling Crow]

"Would you please tell me? It is somewhat urgent that I speak with him..."

-Sure Kiros was glad the wolf/hume knew where the Alpha was,but now the question was,was he going to be a jerk and decide to not tell him where the Alpha was?-  

[Free_E-3_Spirit]

Meena walked in human form twards a wolf and human hoping they won't reconize her  

[The Reality Key]

The grassy stone was slippery under Fayte's worn paws. He Walked into the ruins to sit down but smelled Kiros' scent. He followed the aroma to see Kiros and a human talking. There was another human watching the others. He remembered the scent. It was the fae. He growled lightly. Maybe Kiros didn't notice. He jumped at her, stopping in front of her growling under his breath.  

[Slighter]

Slighter shrugged and looked around, "Well he should be in the somewheres around here." He said with a nod.

 

[Free_E-3_Spirit]

The Reality Key

The grassy stone was slippery under Fayte's worn paws. He Walked into the ruins to sit down but smelled Kiros' scent. He followed the aroma to see Kiros and a human talking. There was another human watching the others. He remembered the scent. It was the fae. He growled lightly. Maybe Kiros didn't notice. He jumped at her, stopping in front of her growling under his breath.

Meena beared her teeth and backed away  

[The Reality Key]

{{A human bearing it's teeth threatens a wolf naught. Just thought you might want to know that.}}  

[The Cackling Crow]

-Kiros heard the faint sound of Fayte's growl and his fur began to bristle a little. He ofered the wolf/hume a nod of thanks before turning to trot toward Feyte and the hume form of the seemingly reckless minded female pup. His head held up and his teeth bared on full display,he leapt between the two of them with a loud snarl at the both of them.-

"BOTH OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF!....I don't care WHO started it,But I'M ending it.....Understood??"  

[The Reality Key]

"Fine. But for the record, I started it."  

[The Cackling Crow]

"You should know better than to try and pick a fight away from the fighting grounds. If you have an issue with the fae,at least let her heal before trying anything again Fayte..."