<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp Who: Ryhaneu, Raizan and Dumu Where: Swaraj, Watani, Residential caves, 4 o' clock.</td></tr></table> Bronze fae soared down to her house, orbs narrowed in concentration as she prepared to land. Slowly she decended, fluttering down to land beside her house, then stopping to look back up for Dumu and Raizan. There was a thin trail of smoke coming from her chimney, she could tell that in her rush to get out, she'd left the fire on. Squinting back up again, her wings folded neatly as she waited.
Raizan landed beside her, his wings molding to his body and shimmering in the light. "You really wanted to get out of here didn't you, you left the fire on." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Thanks for letting us stay here, I needed a change of scenery."
<span style='color:blue'>Dumu had waited for both to leave the previous dwelling before following, and now flew behind the two. Seeing the weather change dramatically from dark and dingy to pleasant was amusing enough to entertain his rather warped sense of humour. As the mountains disappeared, in their place rolled in familiar hills with the welcoming, yet, haunting aroma of alcahol. Below them he noticed the quaint settlements had vanished to allow luxurious buildings to line road after road, which seemed to be carved with much intricacy. Indeed, Dumu had been here before... On serious business. He shuddered as they passed over the Golden Apple Inn. Like all of his memories, this was impressed upon his mind... Deeply. Moving away from the packed parts of Watani, Ryhanneu and Raizan began to decend; naturally he did likewise. Perhaps the house upon which he found himself looking was misplaced - built by accident. Then again, not every single soul in Watani was so loaded they'd have the biggest possible buildings. Rethinking his prior judgement, he set down, still behind the other two, eyeing the new lodging. Taking a few steps forward, he stood off to Raizan's right, catching his hand place on their host's shoulder.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Being called, finishing when I get back up.</td></tr></table>
Ryahneu raised on eyebrow, and grinned. "You definately would do if you'd been roasted all afternoon." She trotted up the wooden steps to her porch, sitting down on her haunches and reaching into a small air vent beside the door, pulling out a dusty bronze key. "I keep the spare key in here," she said, patting her waist. "As you can see I have no pocket." She slid it into the lock and twisted to the left, then bumped her hip against the wood, and the door swung open to reveal her small living areas. She marched inside and flopped on one of the biege armchairs, wiping her hand across her forehead. Yes, the fire was down to some faintly-glowing embers, the logs she'd put on shrivelled in a blackish heap in the corner of the grate. Sighing, she got up and reached into a brass bucket, pulling out the last log, and throwing it into the fire while the prodded it with tongs. "Come on, make yourself at home."
"Let me help." Raizan said, stepping beside ryhaneu and forcing some air into the fire, stoking it to life once again. As he forced air in, the white scales on his forearm glowed, giving of a peaceful and calming aura. When he had finished, the light stopped and seemed to go back into the scales. "I take it that is what you were trying to do?" He said, sitting down next to ryhaneu and watching the fire, staring into the heart of it and seeing a black flame for a second. He jumped back a little, shaking. No, Not again, not that. He thought, quickly pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
Ryhaneu looked up and smiled at Raizan, getting up to settle into one of the armchairs again. His gaze had focused on the centre of the flames, she noticed, and started in alarm when he jumped back. "God, Raizan.. you scared me.... what's wrong?" she asked, getting up again and resting a paw on his shoulder, squeezing it gently and rubbing. She looked back into the centre of the fire again, watching the small blue-black area rising slowly as it crackled. "Is it the fire? Tell me." The bronze femme glanced back at Dumu, who had been quiet for a long time.
"When I was young, my first home burned down. I was trapped inside and almost died. While I was in there, The flames turned black and seemed to from a figure, who swung at my arm. Thats why I have this."He said, pointing at the white scales on his arm. "Just before he struck, the scales emmited a bright light and shot it at him, piercing him through the heart and dissapating the fire. I heard an unreal scream, then I passed out." He said, staring into the fire, but not flinching this time. "Whatever it was, it's been out to get me ever since, and usually appears through fires. It starts off as a small black flame, then bursts all around the area, trying to burn me. But my gauntlet always shines and contains it, sending it back to wherever it came." He said, moving over towards the door. "It always comes for me around this time of year, and will hurt anyone around me. I can't let that happen to you guys." He said, preparing to spread his wings and leave.
<span style='color:blue'>Entering the well kempt dwelling, the smell of charred wood swept across his nostrils, being automatically snorted out. The house was pre-heated so was at a comfortable, moderate temperature; enough to stave off the chilling winds. Ryhaneu attempted to start another fire, like a good host. Although Dumu was very warm already, he protested neither telepathically, nor visibly. Just inside the doorway he stood watching as Raizan assisted in making the fire. Almost immediately afterwards, Raizan's frame lurched backwards sharply. At this, his attention had been drawn specifically. Floods of distraught sensations, memories and feelings swarmed into the open. Without trying to make any sense of the messages, Dumu knew it was strong enough to surpass this male's tough exterior.</span> Whatever it was, it's been out to get me ever since... <span style='color:blue'>He was quick in speaking, quite hasty in fact, almost as if he were in fear. Fearing something would try to get him out here. As unlikely as it appeared, Dumu believed in spirits, and not just the good ones. He knew they influenced people, and even he could be possessed to harm Raizan. Considering this, Dumu's demeanor changed to one of discomfort. Raizan had risen to his feet and was heading to the door; with his arms crossed, right over left, his left hand slipped below his right arm to open, directed at the door. The fur on the back of his hand waved before laying to rest again. A dim, light blue glow grew an inch or so away from his palm. The door was now firmly held in place. Far be it from him to hold anyone against their will, this was merely for the time being, until Raizan accepted or declined his offer. Looking to him, Dumu's words came confidently.</span> <span style='color:black'>Raizan, you don't need to leave. You're safer in here than out there. If you will allow, I'm able to see into what's bothering you, and potentially discover what it is exactly which haunts you. The choice is your's.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Having said what he wanted to, he returned his hand to its crossed position.</span>
Ryhaneu fell silent as the mascu retold his story, her orbs lowering to the floor. Dumu's voice then sounded in the small room, and her head raised to see Raizan preparing to leave. "Yes, Raizan, don't leave. If it happens, me and Dumu will deal with it. Don't worry... and even though I'm a girl, I'll put up a good fight if I feel like it. Even if it involves spirits." Her gaze drifted back to the fireplace, where the fire was now crackling as it burnt some of the wood she had put in. "Should I put out the fire or something? I don't want any black flame walking round my house." She shrugged, and went back to the chair, propping the cushion neatly against it. "If you want to leave, you're welcome to, though."
"Do your thing dumu." He said, looking at ryhaneu and putting out the fire. "If it comes, run and get as far away as you can, I don't want you hurt." He said, looking into her eyes and then sitting on the floor, waiting for dumu to enter his mind.
"Not without you, we won't," Ryhaneu replied firmly, seating herself in the chair and watching the two curiously under half-closed eyelids. Raizan seemed really frightened of this spirit-thing, but yet he didn't know what it was. She frowned - how could you tell it would kill you? Not all spirits were like the Grim Reaper. But, it wasn't like she and Dumu hadn't had any bad experiences or encounters too. Like the way her mother's face had looked before she died... and her stepfather losing money and having to leave her. She had no living actual parents, since her father died.
<span style='color:blue'>Crunch time. Dumu would do everything he could to find out what it was plaguing Raizan, and at the same time, make sure so as not to hurt, scar, or mentally traumatise him. His posture changed as Raizan sat himself on the ground, gesticulating toward it.</span> I do not know how this will go; as long as you are comfortable. <span style='color:blue'>Dumu padded over to Ryhaneu, crouching down next to her, feeling the warmth from the fire behind him. He wasn't trying to conceal the fact he was communicating with her.</span> {Would you be conscious of slight changes in the atmosphere? Perhaps two or three degree fluctuations and where in the room? I may not be able to react quickly enough if anything does indeed transpire, so extra eyes would be useful, if, that is, you don't mind?} <span style='color:blue'>He unlinked gently with her, such is his way in departing generally. During this time, Dumu had to purge all emotions; all images; all potentially influencial thought process from his mind. He needed to focus entirely on having his mind devoid of active objects. Doing it didn't take too long, less than a minute was sufficient to prepare, mostly. Where images of his sister were, all the times they had had, replaced there a crevice only so vast as the owner's mind. Deep in inanimate blackness; shades of colours illuminated sections, maybe depicting corners, or the boundaries of Dumu's ability, ones which he would endeavour to overcome in time... Time... The one true enemy of life. The saying, "Time has its toll" plays with life like a nioti would a toy. And here was a prime example of its unforgiving nature. Even then, upon Raizan, a well atuned 'dragon with wits about him, it plays its merciless song. But even time must be confronted in its own court, and that was what he was going to do. With Ryhaneu's assistance, their game would be easier. Amidst the dimly glinting blackness, a coiling, colourless entity paraded elegantly, silently. The internal parts of this moved in every direction. The external features remained perfectly still, but stayed featureless. This was Dumu's guardian. He'd be protected to a point whilst inside Raizan's memory, as long as Dumu kept faith. After all, he did not know what to expect for sure. The most he expected was immense fear, as this was expressed all over the other's aura, exuding tremendous amounts of terror. To read this outwardly was incredible, moreover, what he may find would be... hellish. Dumu pushed himself from the arm of Ryhaneu's chair, ready to proceed.</span>
Ryhaneu jumped slightly, but settled herself back against the chair. {Of course. I'll try.} She nodded, and her attention switched back to Raizan as Dumu arose, a concerned expression visible. This had never happened to her, and she felt nervous for the mascu. For one so young, Dumu obviously knew what he was doing. But males had the upper hand in power, like transformation and things. The fae pushed this thought out of her mind; they were all equal. Her orbs skimmed around the room for a few moments, checking for any shadows or tell-tale signs of the thing that Raizan was afraid of, before resting on the two males.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>QUOTE QUOTE Um dumu, could you post, I'm skipping raizan's turn because I can't really think of anything, thanks :) Would you allow me, then, to powerplay a little? yes, you can, and you can quote me on this. </td></tr></table> <span style='color:blue'>Setting himself down in front of Raizan and closing his eyes, the entity appeared to vanish, imbedding itself into Raizan's mind. Wave upon wave came swathes of emotions, brief moments, places, people, faces; tracing the line back as far as was necessary. A few seconds of mayhem until everything fell, like curtains at a theatre, black once more, the images reflected dimly in the velvety sheet, twinkling over the invisible folds. Finally, the mark was hit. The proverbial air grew thick and clawing. Streams of sweat weaved about Dumu's silky fur. Even from his spiky hair droplets dripped, evaporating as they left the tips. The atmosphere surrounding them both, for a few feet, had risen in temperature. At the epicentre, it seared, as though Dumu and Raizan were masters of pyrokenesis. Dumu's ears dropped, pinning themselves hard against his neck; the sound of heavy breathing echoed quietly, but stepping up in audibility. Translucent, rolling scenes of grey pulsed past Dumu's line of sight. Tracking it was no good. It was gone for the moment. Sweeping heat wafted into his lungs; restrained coughs broke the continuous, now almost incessant, loud breathing; a lump developed in his throat. No matter how hard he swallowed, it returned; the scene came back. This time it paused on dark brown or black shapes, dotted intermittently about the iridescent landscape. Pulsing once more, in and out, the scenery had changed. Although it looked almost the same, heightened emotions swelled - fear, terror, anger, confusion - all were present, and much more, yet he couldn't put a pin on them. Fading away, the picturesque settlements almost rippled into blackness. Overlaying the dimming highlights of the mountain peeks, came a dark brownish flooring, like you were looking along it, not at it. Dumu could feel pressure against his regal blue chest; his hair knotted barbarically; his lungs drowning in a cloud of dry moisture... It was the pain of silent crying. Eventually, what was Raizan's memory, became a full on experience for Dumu, only a touch vague. Orange stained skies roared with the flames soaring through them, reaching ever higher with the seconds which passed. However, this was not the focus. The flames may have been red with the carnage from the riot before hand, but the flames were black in the hut, engulfing Dumu. Coiling high above his head the smoke gathered in the form of a large, burly torso, gradually creating the rest of the figure. Featureless, as soon as it was finished, a ghastly black limb swung around from the side, coming within an inch of Dumu's side. Instinctively, he ducked his head in to cushion the blow, closing his soft blue oculars tightly. Immediately, light exploded about him; in that instant, Dumu caught sight of the person's face. Scorched with the heat outside, the pelt with a mixture of reds, browns, but predominantly dark green with bright purple streaking markings across the somewhat short muzzle, stretching down the sides of the necks, darkening, as it neared the upper spine area, to a gothic purple shade. His paws were wide, similar to that of a feline, but on the left paw, he had only one digit, so it seemed. The ears were short and stumpy, like they had been hit several times, and had merely broken off at points. The two most noticeable things was the fur, also thin and long, on the arms was brushed backwards, and, a sizeable tattoo... Glowing silver in colour... Dumu had to squint to make it out... "Kemwauj" At that, the link broke, feeling a severs amount of pressure develop, forcing Dumu out. Dumu leant back on the palms of his hands, staring at Raizan, waiting for him to open his eyes. Nevertheless, whilst waiting, he spoke quietly,</span> <span style='color:black'>He was Yki... Rogue...</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ok guys, thats all. I won't be able to post for a while now. Carry on without me if you can =/. Sorry for any inconveniences :(. I'll try to get back on though :). Take care 'till then.</td></tr></table>
Raizan felt the link break, severing the probe into his mind. He was not idle during the probe, Exploring his memories with dumu, trying to unravel the mystery. "What?" He said, confused by Dumu's statement. "What do you mean he was rogue.? He asked, shaking his head to clear his mind.
Ryhaneu simply watched nervously from the chair, having not encountered any shadows floating round the room like Dumu had described. Her eyes studied Raizan, wondering if he was alright, and whether Dumu was ok too. But she could register nothing apart from Raizan's confusion. "Are you two alright?" Was all she could say, her gaze drifting from one mascu to the other, curious. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around a cushion, gripping it firmly.
