Private The Darkness of Old

"Well my dear, surely you noticed everyone else was afflicted with these...strange thoughts? or images?" He looked at her curiously "You must've been really tired to sleep through the arguement that the rest of us just had." He took a big sip from his mead and then set it down near his foot.

Lyle felt the Adrenaline course through his veins. He released his claws Flexing his fore arm. He really REALLY wanted to kill. He paced wall to wall thinking about how easy his claws would slice through flesh. He found himself purring again. He walked around the corner excusing himself. "Excuse me"

(Ooc: no colour, im writing from my phone)

Shade eyed Kestrel with contempt "Being that I haven't slept since the morning you appeared out of thin air, yes I was tired!! It is necessary for normal beings to sleep, in case you have forgotten...or were you brought into this world a spineless bastard?!" Her words dripped with venom as she moved inches from his cold empty eyes. Hands clenched in fists; trembling with hatred toward the heartless man, Kestrel. Letting all of her frustration out at once she spat at his feet and snarled, "If it is blood that you desire, come take it then....maybe you'll stop being such a lofty imbecile!!!" And with that she drew her dagger and slit her hand causing blood.to steadily drip at his feet. "Have a drink then and spare us all your antics" she taunted, waving her hand inches from his face.

A voice echoed in everyone's head speaking with dozens of voices all at once, "Yesssss, glorious chaos...Let your hatreds and fears out! How I adore...the mortal racesssss. So easily turned, distracted, fearful, angry, and so quick to spill blood for me!" The voice sound insanely happy and evil all at once.

He stared at Shade's hand. He wanted no more then to just bite into her hand. "I will not" he replied. He looked into his bag, finding a small bandage. "Here, Shade, Bandage that cut." he handed her the bandage. Just then the voices spoke again. Kestrel held his head, as they kept getting louder.

Lyle smelled the blood from around the corner. He walked back and looked at what's going on. Shade was tempting the vampire. She wanted him to attack her. Lyle eyes were bloodshot red now. He felt more feral, more raw, more....BeastLike. He was ready for combat. The voices filled his head once more "Yesssss, glorious chaos...Let your hatreds and fears out! How I adore...the mortal racesssss. So easily turned, distracted, fearful, angry, and so quick to spill blood for me!" The voice sound insanely happy and evil all at once. Lyle was enraged the voices called him mortal. " I am no mortal . I am superior to most men and above all Orcs/argonians. Khajiits are no mortals. We may bleed the same liquid as other races, but we are no mortals. We are faster,stronger,see better,smell better,hear better. You can't run from a Khajiit. You can't hide from a Khajiit. You can't outsmart a Khajiit. We are the best Trackers,hunters,and trappers. Call me want you will, but I refuse to be called a.....MORTAL." He was aware of how strange it sounded, since he probably was the only one to hear the voice.Lyle felt full of himself. He was certain he was better than everybody in the cave. He never felt this way before. He paced again looking at the group. He sized each one. A voice echoed in his mind. " They aren't friends they are PREY." He licked his lips and purred softly. His stomach growled loudly. He was excited, he wanted them to run. He wants to chase his prey. He pulled in his claws and released over and over again. He eyed his group...Scratch that. He eyed his Prey and waited for their reaction. He approached Shade, He walked slowly daring anyone to stop him. "Will you run, or Stay and fight? Either way I still get what I want." He said this purring hungrily, he loved shade, but deep down he was HUNGRY.

OOC: ^ Woah... Just wow.

OOC: Damn alerts. But Jeebus Caravan, you come back with STYLE.

OOC ( Not Good? I"ll edit if it's a bit to Drastic)

(Thanks man )

OOC: NO! DONT TOUCH IT! its epic

"Everyone calm down!" Kir shouted. He helped bandage Shade's hand with Kestrel's bandages. Why is everyone acting so strange? Kir thought to himself, he turned to see Lyle approaching looking feral. "Will you run, or Stay and fight? Either way I still get what I want." He was looking at Shade with a savage gleam in his eye. Kir stepped in front of the khajiit with a hand on his father's sword. "Lyle, I don't know whats gotten into you but do not threaten Shade or anyone here." Kir's hand tightened on the hilt. He was threatening not only his friends but Shade. "Understand?" Kir was already thinking like The Silent in the back of his mind. "Wild claw attack from the side, block, counter, block next two strikes, attack lower leg artery..." He brushed aside these thoughts not wanting to hurt the khajiit he considered his friend, but he would if need be.

He backed away from Shade, Kir and Lyle, readying an Ice spike incase things went sour. "Lets not do anything we'll regret fellas" he said, hoping to avoid fighting.

Shade watched him stare at the blood intently. She closed her eyes thinking he was about to grab her hand and start sucking the life from her body like the parasite he was. But to her suprise his hand went to fiddling in his bag, A bandage?? "Here, Shade, Bandage that cut." he said as he motioned for her to take it. Shade was dumbfounded...she thought she had him. She thought this was her moment to expose him for the demon that he was...but now he stood before her offering her a bandage?! Not sure whether to be insulted or relieved she sighed and rolled her eyes. Just as she took the wrappings, what seemed like a hundred voices assulted her mind all at once; causing her to drop the bandage. It was so deafening it weakened her at the knees. She groaned in agony and covered her ears; to no avail. Looking to the others she noticed she wasn't the only one being affected.

Suddenly she heard Lyle talking; almost shouting, " I am no mortal . I am superior to most men and above all Orcs/argonians. Khajiits are no mortals. We may bleed the same liquid as other races, but we are no mortals. We are faster,stronger,see better,smell better,hear better. You can't run from a Khajiit. You can't hide from a Khajiit. You can't outsmart a Khajiit. We are the best Trackers,hunters,and trappers. Call me want you will, but I refuse to be called a.....MORTAL." As he finnished she turned to face him and what she saw was far from what she had expected. Her eyes went wide, something about Lyle had changed. His demeanor was completely different; threatening. He strode up to her, licking his lips and purring softly. Glancing down to his paws she watched as he retracted and released his lethal claws. She expected him to stop, but he didn't. He kept on his path, heading straight towards her. Eyes on the target striding with an air of confidence that unnerved her.

"Will you run, or Stay and fight? Either way I still get what I want." he purred hungrily. It was then she knew he was serious, he wanted a fight...and she had every intention of giving him just that! Shades eyes flashed with malice. A wicked grin spread wide across her face; lust for battle flowing through her viens, "Come, lets play!!!" she said playfully, motioning with one of her slender fingers for him to come closer.

"What in Oblivion is going on?!?" Olaf said to himself quietly on his bed. He was seriously freaking now, almost shaking from madness. Kill them. Turn into your..... inner beast. Feast on their hearts. Rip them apart. Olaf felt his eyes hurt, and SNAP! His vision twisted, then it went black.

"Olaf! Where are you!" A Wood Elf yelled through the burning flames. "Vindiel! I am coming!" The younger Olaf shouted back. He sprinted through the burning tree, jumping over burning piles and dodging falling wood. He saw the glint of gold, and knew it wasn't from his kind. Olaf jumped over one last pile of fallen wood before seeing his friend get impaled by a Thalmor soldier. In mid jump, rage filled his entire being. Time slowed down as he saw his Bow-Partner bleed on the ground, motionless. Olaf pulled out his black Elven dagger and threw it at the Justiciar. It sliced through the air and pierced the elf's neck, spewing blood. Olaf landed on the ground with a thud and checked his friends vital signs. Gone. He got on his feet and ran away, full of anger and inferno-like rage. "ACARDI!" Olaf screamed into the falling tree, hoping the elf would reply back. For all Olaf knew, his Commander was most likely dead. The most he could hope for was that the second-in-command would respond. Half of the ceiling collapsed in front of Olaf, and flaming debris flew past his face and threw him on his back. He saw two bodies roll down the massive pile of flaming wood onto the floor a few feet away. Olaf picked himself off of the ground to see one body get up and start punching the other. The attacker was not a Wood Elf, and was a lot paler than the other. The other Olaf recognized though, it was the Commander of the Rangers! Wait a second.. "ACARDI!" Olaf screamed as the Snow Elf pulled a dagger and stabbed the Commander. Olaf ran and body slammed Acardi, but it was too late. 'You son of a bitch traitor!" Olaf shouted into the Falmer's face while slamming his fists the elf's skull. A large, dull pain spread through his side and he rolled across the floor onto his back. Olaf saw Acardi get up and run down the stairway, while a Thalmor soldier drew his sword. Before he was killed, the wooden plank floor underneath him fell, and Olaf fell through the burning floors, smashing through layer after layer of floors. He finally reached the bottom of the tree and fell in the Sacred Pool, as his former Rangers would call it. With a large splash, Olaf hit the water and almost was driven to unconsciousness. But, he got it together and swam to the surface. There was large snapping noises, and Olaf thought it was best to leave. He kicked the Grand Door, but it wouldn't budge. He got a running start and jumping at the door, busting it open. A Thalmor Agent put a sword on the outer handle in an attempt to keep the Rangers from escaping, but the blade snapped off the hilt as Olaf burst through the doorway. The Wood Elf picked himself up off the ground and ran away as the snapping grew louder. Olaf got a safe distance away from the tree to see what the noise was. He saw the Shrouded Tree ablaze, but as the noise stopped, the entire tree collapsed in on itself. The floors must have gave way. It was sure a sight to see, but not a nice one. As Olaf stood before the burning pile of wood, the embers slowly burned away at his armor. I can't believe this is happening. (Take note this was in Valenwood, so the trees are gigantic and can house cities)

SNAP! Olaf awoke with a start to see the Khajiit about to attack Shade. "Get away from her!" He shouted at the feral cat. Wait, what in Talos is going on? "Come, lets play!!!" Olaf was puzzled, but took his bow off the wall and readied an arrow just in case.

Lyle stopped and eyed Kir. He looked battle ready. Lyle smiled, He extended both arms and gripped Kir's wrists with clawed paws. He then headbutted him. As Kir stumbled backwards an Ice blast narrowly missed Lyle's head. He looked at the vampire and smiled. He sprinted zig zag towards the Tick. He sidestepped Ice bolts only getting scrapped on his side. He was halfway when the voice came again. " Good....Good. More.....More, Entertain me Mortal. No forgive me entertain me Khajiit." Lyle ran faster only to take a fist to the gut. The vampire pulled back and watched Lyle as he hit the floor. The pain felt like he broke a rib. He underestimated the Leech.

Lyle hissed and stood. The vampire swung at his face, Lyle ducked and slashed the Leech's kidney area. He then thrusted his left claw deep into the vampire. He gripped the Liver and squeezed. He heard a hiss and felt pain in his head. The vampire elbowed him in the noggin Causing him to back away, but before he did he heard shade's tease. He thought to himself Not Now, He then ran around a corner disappearing through a cave, narrowly dodging arrows and Ice spikes.

(OOC I edited my post a tad to fit in with Ilya and Atomic's post Let me know if it's acceptable)

Kestrel was badly injured from the fist fight he had gotten in with Lyle. "That bastard!" he whispered quietly to himself. He wiped blood off of his face with his hand. He had given away his last bandage to Shade. Kestrel plopped down on his bedroll trying to regain his strength.

OOC: Dang it caravan >=( gotta edit now lol.


All edited now

(OCC Yeah earlier you said you had an Ice spike ready just in case so I thought I should start a fight with you too)