http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1440Zaknafein Sha'Khuysek</a> & http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1290Baalberith</a>. Tria, 17, 81381. Zaknafein prowled near the river bank, hair shining with the light of the moon. The air was still. All that could be heard was the dull thudding of the ripples in the water, crickets in the tall grass. The were chirping a mournful song, giving the area a feel of complete melancholy. It was far too quiet, yet he continued to proceed forward. His bones rattled along, for his body wasn't youthful as it once had been. He had begun to resemble a tree struck by lightning. His figure was skeletal and ancient looking, and his eyes appeared lifeless. He yawned, stretching out his wings. It was time that he quit for the night, his body couldn't go any further. He lay down on the grass, and tucked his head underneath the hood of his cloak. He could always continue his journey tomorrow, although loosing even a second would mean he would have to push harder. Suddenly, as he was about to drift off, a raindrop fell from the sky. "Drat." he muttered.
<span style='color:red'>"When it rains it pours."</span> The rain was gradually getting worse, well at least for Baal who had been sitting a tree for the better part of the day shooting targets such as a thrown rock or a bird to have for lunch. Baal took out his last rock of the day while holding his rifle in his free hand. <span style='color:red'>Ah after this is back to the inn for a cup of tea.</span> He held it back as far as he could before launching it across the grassy clearing, quickly he flicked the rifle-stock into his shoulder. He tracked its progress shooting it just before it hit the ground, the stone exploded into a cloud of dust showering the grass in it's radius. Pleased with his work he jumped down to collect his stuff for the walk back to the nearby village. After packing he checked his black red highlighted padded suit for any rips.
Zaknafein thrashed around, his ears perking up. He cursed under his breath. It had begun pouring, and his fur was completely soaked. As if that wasn't enough to thoroughly irritate the Lukuo, he had also been startled by a gun shot. He sighed, before lifting himself into an upright position. He ran his fingers across his hands, feeling the cold aura surrounding them. He wasn't worried about what lay ahead, and decided to remain seated. His body needed some form of rest before he continued in the morning, regardless of if he slept or not. He scanned the area for signs of movement, before closing his eyes. "Jaitl, God of death and darkness, I summon a spirit from your realm to protect me in this night, for I am in need of slumber, to complete your quest." he began, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. "E fell rjausha iyoj leva emsy iyo, ump iyo fell uks ni fell em jasojm." A hand from beneath the dirt began to claw it's way to the surface. Seconds later, stood a full Lukuo skeleton, proud and enchanting. His hand moved across his heart, and he muttered a quick thank you to the God known as Jaitl. He might be nearly defenseless in his weakened state, but his magic was far from it. His face grew wearier, and his skin paler, as the recoil of his spell sunk in further. Soon, he would be of Fronima, and a living wraith.
Baal heard the chanting of a spell of a type he hated, necromancy. He stormed towards the sound angrily. The daemons in their realm shivered in pleasure of Baal's anger, they had chosen the right person to link to. He glared at the skeleton. <span style='color:red'>How dare he summon this.</span> <span style='color:red'>"You do know that it's rude to raise the dead in front of others? Either send it back or I'll destroy it."</span> Baaberith strengthened the link growing in unnatural power.
Zaknafein eyed Baaberith coldly, then smiled. "I can do what I please, foolish dragon." he muttered. He turned to skeletal being which stood in front of him and said "pavamp na ev ha tsjecat."
