The Dark Forest

[Nautula]

You wander outside the gates of the Castle, and you feel a chill brush up your spine, rustling of leaves all around you mixed with the sound of strange animals calling in the dark, their eyes watching your every move letting you know you are not alone. You step down a rugged path, a light mist raises slowly form the damp and dank mosses that squish underfoot like a rotting corpse. You catch a motion out of the corner of your eye, and turn to look....and there is nothing there. Further down the path, you notice something poking out of the mud. You kneal down and instantly know it's bone...not animal, but what?.....

 

[Katsumoto Kibagami]

*walks through the forest, as lightning flashes, you see him jump with a look of pure fear on his face, he begins running through the forest top speed crashing through low hanging branches and splashing in the puddles this storm has left.

he comes to a clearing where the castle is in sight, he skids to a stop looking at at the castle in all it's creepy glory.* Where are they at? *he asks in a meek voice*  

[Raiden the Ancient]

Screams of pain and death would lead one deeper into the forset until hey came apon Raidan, standing, yes standing, on top of a virtual lake of blood. Mutilated bodies, most of them missing several parts, floated in the blood and lay at its 'shore'. Raidan himself was covered in the sticky red liquid of life, and his gunblade had so much blood on it that it appeared to have red sheen. The lion sigil on the blade seemed to glow with fire beneath the blood. Raidan's face was a mask of horrible glee as he held another victim at arm's length, the gunblade whistling through the air until it met flesh. With shikt!, the vicitm was decapitated, and Raidan tossed the limp and bleeding body into the Lake of Blood.  

[Raiden the Ancient]

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Screams of pain and death would lead one deeper into the forset until hey came apon Raidan, standing, yes standing, on top of a virtual lake of blood. Mutilated bodies, most of them missing several parts, floated in the blood and lay at its 'shore'. Raidan himself was covered in the sticky red liquid of life, and his gunblade had so much blood on it that it appeared to have red sheen. The lion sigil on the blade seemed to glow with fire beneath the blood. Raidan's face was a mask of horrible glee as he held another victim at arm's length, the gunblade whistling through the air until it met flesh. With shikt!, the vicitm was decapitated, and Raidan tossed the limp and bleeding body into the Lake of Blood.

Raidan let out a hysterical fit of laughter as he left the lake in search of more victims.  

[Wolf Autumnleaf]

Meanma entered the dark woods. He was used to woods and he prefered by night, so if they were dark or not, he didn't mind. Covered by his black cape, he was hardly visible in the night. The only thing he heared at the moment was the sound of his own feet on the dead leaves.  

[Kareesata]

she quietly walks into the forest. she carefuly listens to every sound,even the crunching of bones under her own feet. A bolt of lightning strikes across th sky and she watches it. She was used to the dark,especially nightime was her favorite time of day.  

[Nibi no Nekomata]

as she walks around beyond the gates all the animal noises stopped suddenly as she stepped foot into the muck, she looked down at is and sneered, "stupid mud.." she growled lightly to herself as she jumped up into a tree and landed on a needle thin branch yet it did not break, she calmly balanced on it and jumped to another one, making her own way through the trees instead of stepping in the muck, she noticed a few bones on the ground and she jumped own and picked one up, "intresting..." she said quietly as she examined it she then broke off a little peice and stuck it into her pockets, she then pulled the edge of her robe out of the muck, it covered her entire body giving her the view of the grim reaper. she swore at the muck as it continued to get all over her long black cloak, she then jumped back up into the trees and stood on the top branch of a very lark dead oak, well at least dead when she touched it, the wind blew slightly making her cloak flap, she looked around for any other signs of life...  

[Wolf Autumnleaf]

"It sure is silent in here", he thought as he continued wandering. Meanma decided to search a place where he could meditate a little. It had been a long time he did that.