We Met Again... }{ (Ask Spider Please) Mature

[Pruvan]

Her essence besieged Pruvan from all sides, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts penetrating every part of his existence as she mingled her form with his. Every moment, every second of every day of her entire life stormed in and overwhelmed his mind. He was processing her entire life in what seemed like a matter of seconds, flashes of bygone loved ones and enemies, feelings of hatred and fear and love. It was all rushing in, as if he were personally reliving it.

Chaz…

Memories of the name and the person it belonged to passed his mind, along with the reason behind Hannah’s fear for this man. A friend. A lover. A father. And a lost child. It was as though the memories of Chaz were passing by slightly slower than the others, like Hannah was subconsciously allowing Pruvan to really take in these particular events involving him. He’d been a light in the darkness for her… And she felt like she’d betrayed him by losing the one living manifestation of their love. Now the one person she loved most in this world had become the person she feared most as well. Fear of his anger, his rage… His disappointment… Her failure.

Just as Hannah’s memories barged into his mind, so did Pruvan’s seep into hers. Though his memories seemed rather bland by comparison; a handful of people he’d met and spoken to, his searches for answers to the many questions about his existence, the failures to find any and the many lonely months of lurking in the shadows, watching the living and observing the dead.

However, as Hannah’s memories kept pouring into the well of his mind, it seemed as though something was slowly being pried loose at the bottom. Because of the excess of new alien memories it had suddenly begun to surface. And as Hannah’s mind gave a final tug, eager to see who Pruvan was inside, a memory that had been locked away within the depths of his shadows suddenly revealed itself.



Visions of a man. Blurred. Shouting. Garbled words he could not understand. Coming from a voice that filled him with an indescribable hatred, hatred he could not place.

”ψЋЉЊЂЏЖД!”

The man burst out into maniacal laughter. Pruvan could feel himself now, he felt that he was screaming. They were screams of horror and anguish, but above all, sadness. He was… crying. His screams echoed throughout his mind, fueled by the hatred for this unknown man. Suddenly, there was a voice calling out to him. A womanly voice so soft and loving it swept his mind blank, casting out all of his pain. A voice that seemed so familiar to him, one he hadn’t heard for a long, long time.

”Pruvan…”

He saw a light, a beautiful bright light that blinded him as he tried to see the person within. But suddenly, the memory came to an abrupt halt and ended before he could make her out. The bright light faded away and the shadowy darkness of his existence became visible again.



"Pruvan…"

Another womanly voice, though this one he recognized. Hannah’s voice purred into his mind as she leaned into him, her essence surrounding him in embrace. And as she did Pruvan noticed the warmth that came from her, and because of that, the cold he felt within himself. A lonely coldness he’d gotten used to, up to the point where he couldn’t even notice it anymore. It takes warmth to know cold, and Hannah had brought it back in. It felt good.

He closed his eyes and quietly bathed in her loving warmth for a long time, letting the disturbing memory that had overcome him ebb away for now. He could sense her clearly now, she was alive and all around him, her thoughts his own and vice versa. And from the looks of it he was fine too, which meant their coming together hadn’t killed them… yet. He opened his eyes again and looked around, coming back to his senses. They were still in the cave, there were still some spiders around but Hannah’s body had disappeared. It had worked.

”Incredible…”

He thought this to himself, which was the same as talking to Hannah. From now on, whenever he spoke to himself someone would actually answer back, which was an amusing thought to him. He turned towards the tunnel leading to the entrance of the cave as he remembered why they had done this in the first place. Chaz was still looking for her, and who knows what energies might’ve emanated from their fusion.

”What should we do now?...”

He hadn’t actually counted on the idea working, so Pruvan was unsure how Hannah was going to use their union to her advantage. As he patiently awaited her response, his essence slightly leaned in a bit closer to Hannah’s as well, drawn in by her warmth. Though the strange newfound memory lay heavily in the back of his mind now, something else did too. Words he did not actually speak, but knew Hannah could feel anyway.



No… Thank you…

[Lady_Spider]

"Oh Pruvan my dear...." Their memories shared their emotions they were one. It was a beautiful thing truly it was. But the realization of it all was right there. The woman they saw was most likely someone had loved or cared for very deeply. Hannah pulled him closer wrapping him in her warm, her kindness, and her newly found fondness of him.

"We will find the answers Pruvan. I promise you that." Pausing her mind wandered back to his own memories. The long long hours alone...hours he had spent. It suddenly made her realize how selfish she was being. Hannah remember everything about her life...the ups and downs. But here this man to whom she truly felt remorse for had nothing really.

Smiling softly Hannah nuzzled softly into his essence. It was indeed incredible. All the way down to this point. Hannah felt the need to cherish this wonderful bond the two had together. Both physically and mentally. It was priceless. A gift that would that should always be handled with care. Spider knew better then most how long people have searched for friendship such as this.

Yet again Hannah couldn't stop her mind from playing with the idea of why the bond was there. Why had she shut so many out yet let this one in with such ease that it still startled her. There was something going on here far beyond their control. That was becoming much clearer by the moment. The best answer she could come up with for them both really...was that they should simply flow with it. Cherish it.

But he had asked her a question and it would be rude not to give him some response. " Honestly, I am not sure what to do now. I would assume it is far easier for you to travel at night?" Hannah paused yet again...this time it was different. It was if she was pulled backed harshly. And she was. It crept in from no where...but the intensity of it couldn't be ignored. It was the thirst...the need for blood.

Hannah of course was used to it...but it was stronger then normal because of the wounds she had caused to herself. It clawed at their souls like sharp knifes. It was painful yet...alarmingly full of purpose. For perhaps the first time...someone other then a was feeling the drive for blood. It was like the need for air...water...life. Unfortunately it also brought great pain and madness in.

" Perhaps..."Hannah gasped softly aura flicked some in pain. " perhaps...I should separate myself and hunt." the words held so much regret to them it was sad really. Hannah who normally thinks things threw hadn't thought about the need to feed. Instantly a picture in their minds eye...of the shame she felt for pulling him in the hunger of the hunt. It was animalistic and cruel. But it was like that for most vampires. She was used to it...but how would Pruvan react to this new...drive?

"I think it would be best if I feed first. If not I won't be able to hold my..shadow form." her words seemed heavy with the task of admitting this to him but. " Pruvan...the hunt is not pretty. I am not really a woman...hell a person for that matter when I hunt...." her words died off softly in a whisper.

[Chaz Algo]

The large, lush forest was a welcoming sight for sore, lucid eyes. This landscape was rich in natural energy, and the Ley Lines were strong in such places. Fae, elves and evil plant monsters adored such landscapes, just as this monster who was once man emerged from the clouds to descend and overview it. Sunlight rays caused a shimmer to his dark and dulling scales, tarnished by his most recent adventures and consequences of his choices. Once Chaz was easy to spot, easily a marker in any setting except one most familiar to him. The colored being still bore the shades of blue he enjoyed mimicing the sky with, but now his armor was a darker blue with yellow stylings. Those massive wings were mostly black now, with a root of red and tips of blues. Coming to the middle layer of the forest he simply *had* to have a closer look. Smashing into the ground with an audible crash, kneecaps popping harshly.

They slowly slid back into place, his nostrils flaring on the very human and young face. She wasn't smelled or sensed, and it disturbed him. Only the tiniest wafting scent, a musky odor of spiderwebs hinted him as he began to exlore the land here. He was observing the flora, the fauna.. his hunger for knowledge had brought him to beseech a Druidess for knowledge of nature. All his life he had to know about wild monstrous animals and herbs for survival but he was learning so much more. Every land seemed to have something new, a variant of a mushroom or a flower he hadn't noticed before by chance or circumstance. Eagerly so he also watched for spiders, knowing full well his mark's mastery over them. He tried to focus, natural settings caused his perpetual trip to be less distractive and emotionally herrowing, soothing him from his Infernal jaunt since her leaving.. "Spider.." He whispered on the winds.

The aura of this man was truly fierce, in sync with nature he could resist his foul Necrotic energies overwhelming most animals. The insects, arachnids and tiny animals like field mice and weak willed Avians however could not handle it. Their lives leeched from them, though Chaz had focused his ambient, Chaotic energy to feed the nature around him. Termites in nearby stumps died by the thousand as his taloned feet left deep imprints in the grass and mud, but the dead trees found themselves refilling slowly, the Tzeentchian mercenary unmaking the Rot he loathed. Creation was his goal, even in Undeath he would create a second chance for the gold Finches and centipedes that lurked and were laid low in his wake. The unhallowed beings of nature continued their predatory cycle now without Death on their doorstep any longer. Now Death sat at the dinner table, and feasted with them.

"Drat, I cannot unmake this confound Curse." He grumbled, as darkness ate at what he tried to preserve, and smelt his odor of brimstone still. The light cyan lockes he changed for the time being to deep crimson over a black crystalline diadem with dark green hue, jewels of each color matching the orbs inlaid in his right palm marked it as his crown. Repressing his energies, as a brilliant emerald sat above his Marked Mind's Eye, seemingly aglow with a supernatural fire. Focused on the Spiders and their webs, he had to subdue them. His guts told him she was avoiding him, in Torpor.. but a recent flash of Darkness in his Sight told him something had occured nearby recently. Something of the Shadow he could deal with, but Chaz lacked real emphasis or inspiration to manipulate this mysterious element. Atleast he had found Shadows as willing as Wraiths to do his Will, and his own Shadow he could control. He looked more like the Infernal Clone of his the Lady had seen him lay low, as she fought a wicked chained Blade-Dancer in that very same wasteland they had grown so close in. Now only distance schismed his marred and nearly martyred soul more. A familiar shield the only true halmark of his prestige, an heirloom unaltered by the passages of land and spans of time endured.

[Pruvan]

As Hannah was overcome with her need to feed, so too was Pruvan overcome with this alien feeling presenting itself. As a Shade he’d never found the need to nourish himself in any way, and though leeching the lifeforce out of creatures did let him “taste” the creatures emotions, it didn’t actually feed him. Thus he had never experienced what the living call hunger before. It felt awkward, like an annoying tingling or cramping, much like a sleeping limb would feel. He could sense Hannah’s body demanding the hunger satisfied, and he felt the taint of savagery that came with it began clouding their mind.

Hannah was right, she had to feed. And to do so she would most likely have to detach herself from him again, on a regular basis too no doubt. This realization hit Pruvan like a slap in the face and made the light of their new union a lot less bright, since it meant their coming together would never be a permanent bond. And though he would never openly admit it to her, he had inadvertently hoped so in the back of his mind. But he knew he didn’t have to tell her that, because Hannah could feel his disappointment and depression as well now. And as he came face to face with these facts, Pruvan’s essence moved a little farther away from Hannah’s again. A little farther away from this temporary dream that could never truly last. Away from the warmth and back into cold reality.

Pruvan quickly skimmed over the tunnels leading out of the cave they were in before jumping towards the floor and slithering towards the one he’d come from. He could mope all he wanted later, she needed to feed now and he wasn’t selfish enough to deprive her of food in favor of keeping her around a little longer. He made the decision to leave the cave on a whim and could feel Hannah being slightly started, but he continued on anyways. Staying in there was a bad idea for multiple reasons, with Chaz coming for her being the most prominent of course. It was unclear if Pruvan was in control or if Hannah consented and simply allowed it, but it seemed as though he was still fully able to control his body.

As they reached the opening of the crevice he’d used to enter, Pruvan came to a silent halt in a shadow near the entrance. His green eyes lit up, eyeing the forest line from afar. He awaited any sudden or unwanted visitors, but saw nothing that could threaten them. It felt like he’d spent an eternity in the cave with Hannah, but judging from the lack of light and the trees’ shrinking shadows they had only reached dusk for a short while. Night would soon befall them though, so their timing was pretty convenient.

He quietly slid outside before quickly turning back around towards the tall slope that housed the crevice and glancing upwards. He slithered over the floor towards the humongous wall and silently glided upwards across its surface, moving towards the darkening blue sky. As they reached the top his clouded appearance rose once more to hover in the hint of a playful breeze passing over the edge of the slope. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the last rays of sunset, coming from the sun that was now sinking away behind a green sea of trees that seemed to stretch on forever. From up here they could oversee well over half the forest, a beautiful sight to behold. Though it didn’t quench his sadness.

He closed his eyes again as Hannah’s hunger clawed at his essence, demanding to be fed. It was hard to imagine having lived with this tormenting feeling for one’s entire life, especially for Pruvan who’d never had to endure anything like this before. It became increasingly hard to think rationally and he could sense Hannah’s spirit weakening because of her body’s needs. He slowly turned and opened his eyes once more, watching the tree line behind them that marked the beginning of the other half of the forest, on top of this lifted plateau.

He hadn’t said a word since they started moving, and even now he did not speak. He knew words were unnecessary since Hannah could feel what he was feeling anyway. He would stay here and await her return, knowing the shame of her hunt was one she did not like sharing. And perhaps, hopefully, when she was done feeding she could come back to him once more. For a while. A little longer. The moment was painfully amplified by their mutual grief, it was unbearable… Yet ineludible.

He closed his eyes and silently awaited her inevitable leave, his essence slowly moving away from Hannah’s and back into the murky shadows of his lonely spirit once more.



{OOC: Glad to see your character finally got approved, Chaz!}

[Lady_Spider]

Inside Hannah a battle was raging war of the worse kind on her mind. "Pruvan...." she hadn't thought about what it would mean to him... So many things he could never truly grasp on to...she had giving him. How could she in her heart of hearts take that away from him. But the need to feed was mind blowing and very strong. It split her body in two halves. One have needed that sweet nourishment... the other half couldn't bare leaving behind another person...another person who meant something to her.

His emotions were so heavy it drew her even closer to him...even when he moved back. Course that wasn't good tho. The closer she got to him the more the need to feed would effect him. "Pruvan...I will always....always come back. I am not leaving you. Please do not shy away from me...." her words whispered over him like gentle hands. But more importantly they held the strong taste of honesty.

As if inhaling a deep breath Hannah's aura gathered with such force it almost hurt. But this hunt had to be quick. All that ran through her mind as she departed was Pruvan....and how much she needed to return to him. The quicker the better. Ripping herself in a solid form she stood were he had stop naked as the day she was born. That however couldn't be helped. Shadowing cloths into a solid form again was a task she had not mastered.

"Pruvan..." Hannah's words echoed through out the cave in a soft gentle purr. " I will return." Picking her head up she looked at his beautiful darkness and smiled. He was beautiful. For a moment she was glad he couldn't here her thoughts anymore. He would think she was simply being childish. But..." You are beautiful Pruvan. And until you have peace I will always be at your side." Nodding softly she turned on the heal of her foot and was gone the next moment.

Leaping out of the cave with the littlest effort Hannah lunged forward. Grabbing a hold of a tree branch the moment she was close. In one smooth motion she propelled her body strait to the next tree. Stopping the moment her feet were planted on the bark. Closing her eyes as she slowly lowered her body against the tree. At first glance it looked as if she was just resting. In the pending darkness her webs were invisible to most eyes. But as the wind slowly danced around the tops of the tree so did her webs.


Stringing out from the oddest of places..Spider hair. Like a farm spider would she let the wind take her threads to do the hunting for her. The moment her thread touched something edible she would pounce like a leopard. The night was hers for just a few moments...moments she wasn't going to waste.

Meanwhile deep in the woods.....

The tiny clear spider sat silently. It hadn't moved in hours. It looked to be dead. Course it wasn't and there were even more of it's kind placed all over the forest. And in the places it couldn't stay because of environment Harvestman spiders took their place. There wasn't one area that wasn't not only being watched but felt too. The moment he made his move so would they. But this one spider wasn't like the others...oh no. This spider was Hannah. Or at lest a part of her body. Sent with one purpose and one purpose only to sense Chaz. For there are some things even magic can not hide and only a woman would know.

It was alarming though when the spider felt not movement but lack of movement in the only direction she had come from. That course was planned that way. It was a fork in the road so to speak. It would led Chaz to her in a way before he could catch more then just her trail. None the less the spiders that remind in that direction where silent when they had been active for hours upon hours. Now nothing....because the spider was Hannah it was capable of curiosity. And it was chalked full of it now. With out even a second thought the spider sent out a vibration unlike any other. One that the human part of the spider would know in a heart beat.

A warning so to speak...then it was time to move closer. Slowly the spiders eyes opened glazing over in a fluid that made it's eyes more functional for the night falling close behind. Making it's way up the tree the tiny spider went higher and higher till it reached a fairly high distance up from the ground. And more importantly less protected by the wind. The moment a gust picked up the spider released it's thread letting the wind be the means of transportation.

After the hunt....

Huddled between two pin tree Hannah stood shaking as the blood rippled through out her body. It was a glorious relive that could never be replaced. At her feet rested a lump that was once a bear. Blood soaked the ground so much it forced the creature to sink even deeper into the ground. Turning around Spider cleaned the blood around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes glowing eerily. She needed to take down something big and she did. But not with out some cut and buruses. It was one of the more fun hunts she had in a while.

The bear wasn't a slow creature as humans thought. And their strength was to be admired really. Hannah respected them greatly...she even hesitated at first when she first felt it pull on her thread. But she had to make this hunt fast so she went for it. Hannah could still taste the wisdom and remarkable drive for the kill her as well. Chuckling softly walked out into a small clearing. Even now her pores were opening up letter her threads wrap around her in means of clothing. Pausing she took a moment to let the life of the creature to soak in.

When something...grabbed her attention. Spinning around with so much forced she tore up the ground Hannah stared off into the distance. "What's out there..." she softly whispered as she lowered her self to the ground. Crouching as low as she could. Plunging her figure tips into the ground Spider hissed softly as she let her threads cut through the dirt spreading out in a triangular web that could cover a massive amount of distance with out even trying.

But it wasn't was felt in the ground...but what whispered of the wind that threw her back into a tree so hard one would have thought an object had caused it. Shaking her head with so much force it tossed her blond hair around that it snapped against her cheek. With out giving it another thought Hannah took off into another direction. The cave...she needed Pruvan.

Bounding up the rocks of the mountain Spider clawed at the ground once she was at the top. "Pruvan!" Gasping she wrenched her body upward as she ran into the cave the threads still dressing her so to speak. Course if what she felt was true...then...oh heavens...no. With out even giving him a chance to respond Hannah's body broke apart into a mist of shadows. Rushing into once again. Slipping into him with so much fear she would have cried if she was in a human form.

Words not need she knew she didn't have to say anything. He would know she was in fear of two things. Chaz...and Pruvan turning away from her. Which at this moment she couldn't handle. Hannah need to full someone around her to calm her. And the only way she could feel Pruvan that way was in this form. Reaching out with her own shadowy form she silently called to him. Giving him a moment to take in the feeling of the hunt she had just returned from and the fear shaking her very insides.

[Chaz Algo]

Dusk had came sooner than he expected, and Chaz was not one to let anything deter him from his goals. He had struggled, tired and laboured endlessly to get this far, how he even managed to maraud his way through the Layers and hurl himself back into the portal that brought him to that Pit to begin with was a blur and no longer of concern. His legendary prowess as a Warlord and Sorceror was reckoned with, and he had forced the promise he had made to Magdalena upon that land. Now his Lady Spider had wandered into the forest forbidden with the Berzerker of Chaos he had entrusted her to, who was now nowhere to be found. Once a Ronin, always a Ronin.. he should have known, but he was a strong convert. The fiend clutched his talons into his own fists tightly, drawing his mortal blood.

He smelt the kill, the blood of a bear well aged. At a pulse, the twinge of sporadic attitude of his screamed in his broken psyche to go forth. To la waste even to the land to get to her faster than his olden and now heavy body could ever have though it move before. He felt the crystal contained within liquify, his own metabolism doing what his will did nothave the spark to do. Abnormally heavy limbs loosening, Chaz found himself leaping from his placement on logs and ground, digging talons into the trunk as he snarled lightly. Icy acid dripped from heated breaths in a truly odd chemistry, his eyes turning a thicker deep purple hue as the iris boiled a hot red. Darkness became clearer than day, his sclera was purple but the whites of his eyes a pitch black. Unresolved tensions boiled as he lunged from tree to tree, nearly knocking some of them over as his middle tail lengthened and lightened his limbs. Less endurant, but soon he climbed.

At the apex of the redwood, or whatever the tallest sort of tree around these parts was Chaz could identify it. He had learned much of the basic needs and evolution of nature, savoring it. Yet still he longed to produce a practical use of his talents, and so a large shard dropped from his tail tip, which was like a bundle of crystal spikes except the central tip was a sharp quadruple helix. The blackish green and pure white was an odd sight, and the mixed spikes almost flamboyant like a peathingy's colorations. A dark brown crystal fell, murky as the mindset he had trying to focus on the sights for the forest. He smelt silk.. becoming fairly certain it was her, on the type of hunt he had rarely seen her perform.

The shard hit the ground hard, soaking in nearby rocks for 'fuel' as it dug deeper by his will and merging with the natural element he had a partial mastery over. For one's mind so astray he had difficulty flowing with nature, he dug at it with a scholar's wit, not a maniac's spontanaeity. The process was slow, but Chaz had a sharp focus for what he did want. Petrified wood, it was here if anywhere and buried deep. The terra firma was devoured to spit the gem deeper until it lodged into the source he longed for, Gaia's womb accepted her own element well and knew nothing of the Taint of the one willing it until the wood was pushed up by the gem again. What was once a massive log was only a slab of stone like carbon, which suddenly cracked and shattered on the surface. Chaz groaning as he focused, his palsm bled against the tree still a purplish ichor as Daemon and Human blood mixed and hardened defensively.

The petrified wood, crystalized over pressured aeon was given life once more, or a falsification of it by Chaz's power to imbue life into inanimate matter. The man could give Golems, Gargoyles and even the Dead life again, or Unlife he he chose. This choice made the wood into little spiders, like Wolf spider or other land bound arachnids. Fast runners, able to climb a tree effortlessly as it meged more with the element it was born from. Without a second thought Chaz willed them to seek her out, give her the illusion of her domain over his creations that beared no mark of his. Free of their own will they developed the wood-aligned powers on their own, as well as a few combative qualities he did not yet realize. On their own they swarmed the wood now, a half thousand or so strong.

The ChaosLord himself sighed as his will was done, and launched himself from his perch. The focus had tired him some, and he needed mental rest to keep from acting rashly. The plan was simple, seek her out, and insure she had not done something truly treacherous like elope with the Chaos Samurai he had trained no less to find dilligence. His emotional integrity would plumit if such a fear was true, even though he could not sense the Oriental man he had entrusted he knew full well he could have become a Daemon as well with his 'issues' Chaz was trying to help him with. Gritting his teeth, the drain on his concentration was evident.

Chaz could not sense through the spiders, except the one which was all dark brown Agate which was slower but stronger than the rest. A tarantula sized and shaped one, which was camoflagued far better than even the lighte woodly shaped once. Far and fast they moved, slipping along bark as if they were Manta Rays on a tide's surf. Chaz's body lurched and dove, twisted and flew a bit strangely in his search, trying to be less noticable in the tree line but his coloration was still a bit showy and his energy signature was impossible to ignore. So many energies enacted on one body, his 'grafts' radiated heat and energy while acid spittle dripped from his maw corroding what it landed upon, and it was cold as dry ice.

It seemed the Devil wanted his Dues, and the mere thought of his name had brought him from the shadows and depths of the very Hells she knew he had promised to fight until the end. To protect her from any harm, including harm his entropic being may produce or cause. The rm of her own soul, even if it only hurt his in the process. Pruven could sense the Darkess in him as well, for a quarter atleast of Chaz was dead, undead... or so empowered by Undeathly might and an affinity with his creations he was dead similar.

So similar perhaps it was more likely a half of him, overwhelming some of his other Aspects into a duality. Demon, Dragon, it did not matter for either could die and become walking dead again. Chaz's mortal coil was no different, part of that had died to begin it all, though the shreds of his sanity that caused the rest to be so split was all that was left of him to hold onto reason and kindness. "She promised.. why did I let her promise? It would only serve to bitter uprootings and I knew it.. Damned it all I knew it!" He cursed aloud, as if his deeper sense knew she was mirroring.

{Thank you Guvnah! I am glad to be approved. RP communities like this are rare and the talent here is evident. I hope I present an enjoyable experience for others as they are giving me =) I will post when I get back from D&D!}

[Pruvan]

As Hannah spoke, Pruvan found himself incapable of looking at her anymore. His essence had turned away from her and left a fair distance between them. Not out of anger mind, but out of fear. Fear summoned by the realization that, after finding someone willing to stay with him, help him and even comfort him, he was pushing that person away again. He was shying away from her, and he had no real reason for doing so other than his own melancholy. Hannah was feeling selfish for having experienced more than him, when in all actuality he should be feeling selfish for blaming her. For being jealous. And for being greedy.

Even when Hannah separated herself from him and reformed her bare naked body, one that would make any self-respecting man look twice, Pruvan dared not face her. Yet he could still feel her caring eyes pierce into him, trying desperately to be stared back at. Though something she said did spark a reaction out of him, as he blinked at her final words before she rushed off into the forest. Words that finally made him throw one last glance as she leapt into the woods and out of sight.

”You are beautiful Pruvan.”

Four words that once more left his mind a blank, something Hannah seemed incredibly adept at. And ironically, as he stared at the wooded forest line Hannah had disappeared into, the blankness sparked a thought. Why was she so good at leaving him speechless all the time? It seemed like every time she spoke, his mind, which was normally racing with thoughts and questions, came to a complete and utter halt. Why did her voice feel so calm and soothing to him? Why did her warmth allure him like a moth to an open fire, blind yet blissful?

And suddenly his mind crossed an emotion he’d seemingly forgotten ever existed. One that had escaped his over-analytic mind until Hannah brought it back in.

… Love?...

The word echoed throughout his mind before dying off into an eerie silence. Even though Hannah had left, all of the memories she’d shared still remained. And with great interest he now recalled those of Chaz, watching and observing them. He closed his eyes, tasting the emotions that accompanied them. For if he ever were capable of feeling such a thing as love, could this be it? He felt as Hannah had felt when she first met Chaz, when they were together… When they shared the night… If he were capable of sighing, he would’ve.

He opened his eyes again just in time to catch a butterfly passing by in midflight, one not dissimilar from the one he’d seen earlier that day. His eyes followed the little creature as it planted itself atop a flower that grew only a short distance away. Pruvan let his vision rest on the feeding butterfly, letting his thoughts subside in the back of his mind. Suddenly though, leaping out of a nearby bush, a large, rather hairy wood spider caught the butterfly off guard and pounced on top of it. The grass rustled for a short while as the butterfly put up a hopeless fight against the towering monstrosity, before the noise died off along with the creature.

The spider feasted on its hapless prize for a brief moment, the small butterfly hardly offering any meat, then seemed to turn and face Pruvan. Pruvan stared into its many eyes, and the spider stared back at him. They did so in silence for a long time before the spider finally turned and scurried off into the woods, presumably the same way it had come. Pruvan followed the spider until it was out of sight then turned back towards the mutilated body of what used to be the butterfly.

His vision blurred as he watched the butterfly fly its merry way from flower to flower, enjoying life without having to deal with agonizing questions about its existence or things like love. It was just living the moment, until the spider put a cruel end to it. Ignorant bliss, something he greatly envied right now. All of a sudden, Pruvan felt an odd throbbing in the back of his mind. His eyes shook and blinked furiously as the images of the butterfly’s past were violently pushed aside by something else. A flash of… Hannah?

He stopped shaking and widened his eyes in surprise as he watched a flash of her past, or future, force itself onto him. Something was… different. She wasn’t here, yet he was having visions of her. For as far as he could remember, he had only been capable of seeing flashes of whatever he could focus his eyes on. Perhaps their coming together had left a mark inside of him that enabled him to see even without her presence. Yet something else was off about this vision.

He could see Hannah. Looking at him. Directly at him. Everything around her was blurred, but it was unmistakable. He was looking through the eyes of someone, rather than spectating the event as an outsider. He stared at her and saw she was smiling, a gentle smile he knew all too well. She reached out her hand and touched his… face? Pruvan winced as he could feel her hand resting on his cheek. Or rather, this person he was seeing through’s cheek. It felt warm and soft, like the silk she wove. She was whispering words he could not understand, but he did not care. Her touch had already claimed all of his attention, a touch he could never experience himself.

Before he had a chance to fully enjoy this vision however, his sight flashed. All of a sudden, Hannah’s face had turned to tears and was screaming at him with all her might. A broken, terrified scream fueled by fear unlike any other.

”Pruvan!”

Pruvan blinked and snapped out of the vision, back into reality. The scream had been real; Hannah had returned and seemed petrified beyond comprehension. Before he even had a chance to react, she had already run up to him, misted into the shadows and jumped back into his body. Her sudden entry forced him to close his eyes and process the recent memories that bolted in, memories of her hunt and the cause behind this commotion. Apparently, more time had passed than he’d realized. Perhaps he’d been buried in his thoughts for a long time, or perhaps the vision lasted longer than he expected.

He opened his eyes again as he realized what was going on, and without a second thought he jolted towards the floor and slithered away, back the way they came. As he reached the edge of the slope he had ascended earlier, his body seemed to let loose and made a leap of faith into the abyss. His shadowy streaks flew downwards through the air like an arrow and crashed into the grassy ground below, silent as the night. The shadows densed again and continued onwards, away from the slope and the cave, into the other half of the forest. Racing between the trunks of trees, over protruding hills. Away from Chaz.

Only after crossing a fair distance did his essence turn towards Hannah’s. Her fear was on the brink of being painful, and he could feel her need to be comforted. To be assured he would not deny her presence. He hesitated for a moment before his essence slowly reached out to hers, wrapping around her like a blanket. Like a dark perversion of what a hug would be. He surrounded her, calming her, protecting her… And though he knew she would now know what he’d thought about during her absence, he also knew she would understand. Whatever her reaction may be, he would accept it.

”I am here…”



{OOC: Perversion as in unnatural, abnormal of course... >.>' Also, yay! Holidays! Finally I'll be able to post daily!}

[Lady_Spider]

Beneath the tree leaves they scattered about...following him. Planting small spiders in the open to trick the eyes. The tiny pin head spiders moved. There bodies blending into the foliage. When he would move beyond the normal speed of a spider however..only one would keep up. Like a tracker it leaped and jumped into the wind. Following his every move...

...that spider of course was the part that was Hannah. It had confirmed it to her soul that he had indeed returned. Now it was up to this spider to keep watch on him. As long as spider put her walls up towards him. Chaz would never know. Course that's why so many others were involved. It only stopped when he did so. It only listened when he spoke.

Something was off tho. And the lead spider knew it. Others straggled along with her spiders but they seemed out of place. Course wood spider were rather daffy so it was hard to tell with them. But it was still to be noted and watched when not trailing Chaz. Course it was hard for the little spider to make out of course...these notes would have to fully be processed through the soul of the beast before a decision could be made. This issue with that was the massive wall Hannah kept now tightly in place.

Pruvan's essence was welcomed...and very much needed. On a very deep level. To the point were she could have sworn it was beating threw her veins. So it wasn't shocking when they blended together...she simply melted into him. In her mind she was huddled in a crouching position letting him over come her as she focused on her web of walls. Locking out the entire world except for Pruvan.

As she slowly curled herself into him...letting his mind reach hers..something happened...it flowed into his words at first. Slowly softly like the gentle touch of a feather over ones skin. Hannah's mind seemed to rip from the present moment to something else...a memory? But who's?

It started off with the visions that Pruvan had just experienced but it was different. Spider wasn't simple seeing what he had just saw she was thrown back into the memory itself.

Looking on from the out side the scene started to take place. It wasn't an unusual one a man and a woman. "What?" Hannah softly whispered as she took in the woman...it was her. A very, very long time ago. Before the attack...before the end of the life she just knew. Hannah was but a child then..life flowed threw her so much she glowed. Simply glowed.

Wide eyed and in shock Hannah slowly slide her eyes over to the man in the memory. Only one question rattled her mind..."Why was this coming from Pruvan. Why was he having a memory of her...because she knew this wasn't her own past. I mean it was but not threw her eyes. It couldn't possibly be from his own could it. As she recalled he didn't remember who he was before all this. So was it her's? If so why did it seem so unfamiliar.

But.....

Slowly her eyes moved onto the man in question. The image before hit her so hard in the gut that she could have sworn she had dropped to her knees. Hannah was indeed still standing tho...how even she didn't know. The man was from her past...from her first life. It was more then just that though. Hannah simply couldn't put her figure on it tho. She had seen the man...but just who was he. His presents gripped at her chest. She..knew this man. Even though she couldn't make out the details of his features...she knew his shape.

Hannah couldn't seem to be able to put the pieces together. She knew him but how. The problem was Hannah couldn't recall much of her first life. No, names or faces nothing much but what had happened during the attack. And even that could be shaky at times. This wasn't from the attack. This wasn't that day at all...she thought to herself as she turned to look back at herself she was still so young.

Just as the thought crossed her mind Hannah was flung to another place and time. This time she wasn't just on the outside of the memory...she was in it re-living it again.

He stood before her..with little but a hand length between them. The small cottage was warm and inviting and smelled of musk hinted with moon lilies that bloomed out in the darkness. Slowly she seemed to pick her head up...she had been crying...and still was. But why? Unwillingly her eyes opened to the warm hands that cupped around the curve of her shoulders.

The man towered over her small form...in fact compared to her he was huge. A warriors body no question with the scars to prove it. But they seemed to add depth to his inviting green eyes that took her in with so much love it sent a ripple over her flesh...she could feel it. She could feel this dream. Raising a hand to her face she cleared the tears from her eyes so she could fully take him in. Rich black hair framed in his strong face...a face she knew she loved. " Pruvan...." whispered softly over her thoughts. Thoughts that soon sent a shock wave into her. Hannah knew...this man...she loved him at one time. And he loved her.

Like whispers in the wind the conversation from the memory seemed to flow past her lips as he puller her tiny body closer to her. His massive hands...hands that could crush her in a heart beat softly caressed down her back. " I care not what my father thinks...and we both know you care not of my age....you would not have me because of our life statics." shaking her head softly Hannah could feel the love for him in every word. But the words never came out. Did she? Was this even real or did something happen when they blended together.

The mans hand cupped her cheek softly as she looked into his eyes. Hannah had always loved his eyes. From the moment she had looked into them she had loved them. They were beautiful...he was beautiful. " You....are so young my little spider. There is so much more to it them that. I would give anything to call you my own....to claim you as my own." his words purred with passion. Passion that flushed her to the core. " Should we choose to cross your father..." he sighed softly he was holding something back from her she could feel it. " he would see to it that we were both put to death. Yes...he would kill you Hannah for your feeling towards me."

The memory....his words...cracked open a jar of anger and hatred she had forgotten about. He past memories of her father had always been one of a love and mourning. But what was replayed before her was right. Her father would have killed them. The family blood was so important to him. For the L'emont's were a first...rare. Something he worked very hard to keep that way. But determination filled the place of her anger. Clearly knowing all this...didn't seem to stop how she felt.

"Have no worries my darling Hannah I would give my life to see you thrive through life. And then some."

His words quickly faded into the darkness that washed over the memory. Leaving her with in Pruvan again his shadows...so welcoming. So familiar he was to her. Slowly her own essence rose with in him. Pruvan would have seen this flash back as well. What would he think...of heaven what did she think. "Pruvan...." her words brushed over the shadows and around him.
Hannah wasn't mad or anything of that nature....but she sure was confused. Had he simply unlocked memories she couldn't remember...or was there something more to this. In all honesty...the aura of the man in the memory felt the same as Pruvan's. Could that even be possible?

[Chaz Algo]

It was being made all to oclearly to Chaz she did not want him finding her. For the why of it all he was confused, partially ashamed, and eternally paranoid. Was she corrupted by that foul Lord? Did she see the err of his ways, the madness he wrought in his wake in every land he went to? Or was she simply loathesome of something? His mind reeled, for an idiot who was insane is but a fool, and a genius in the throes of lunacy was warped the most. His taloned footfalls came to a halt upon but one of the many outcrops of stone here, that dotted the landscape full of brush and trees standing tall yet slightly bare at this angle. Sighing deeply, all he could smell now was spider silk and blood. Bear blood, the crystalline scaled figure went to the body foremost now.

He had no other leads, nothing else on his mind as he kneeled beside the beast and began to do his craft as only he knew how to do it. Disection, carving up the corpse before it was all too rotten. Fur, meat, organs, ofcourse.. there was hardly any blood. Focused, he knew what would come next as the manual labour settled his nerves somewhat, refreshing the roots of all he had ever done. What so little he ever claimed to achieve, the Hunt. He sat there for a few minutes as her fast pace lead her some distance away, he ate a steak of the raw meat and left the rest to nature. By the texture of it he was acclamating to the unique biosphere of his realm, standing to look upon the ground with keen, precise eyes. Tracks, her gown brushing things more than anything, to be sure.

Carefully, he followed the trail as best he could. Her bare feet barely left a hint of her passing, but the blood likely did drip in spots and her emotional distress was something.. he could taste in the air. Unlike any animal known to humanity, he thrived on emotional content more than ever before. Her Emotes flickering and floating off into the Noonsphere, the Tao of the world itself to nourish it. His pace hastened, nowhere near her speed on foot Chaz used his wings to uplift himself and avert the drag of gravity all he could muster. The winds pushing back on his wings, as he chanted a mantra. "Zan" was Wind, and it would propel him further as his energy was burned off for the time being in this manner with such haste.

Something however caught his eye. Something that only through his recent understanding of natural cycle and proper balance of things seemed off. His sense of death nurtured it only slightly, something so frail was truly of no consequence to Chaz but his survival skills and the dire straights of this hunt made him kneel down. A butterfly, harmonic in and of itself. Something he could associate with no less, as he himself had gone through several metamophosis. Not akin to this being, but he believed he himself was once but a lowly worm, and now a magnificient and winged entity. Picking it up he could tell something *drained* it but the flash of intuition was made clear to the Necromancer... a shade? No, a full Shadow. Sentient, no thrall of mindless hatred and abuse. Pieces began to fit snug.

"Split up.." He commanded himself, and he shut his eyes, flexing his robust body. Then he groaned, infact screamed as he had never performed this proceedure before in the field. At home things were so much more.. controlled. With such passion brewing in his soul, his powers were not easy to comply. Willing, forcing apart the very fabrics of his being Chaz seemed to do the impossible. Yet it was well within the confines of the powers he had mongered, and the knowledge he had dug for from the Abyss to the Hells. First the crystals aligning his back began to lift. Rending even from his body, ripping and grinding with blue blood spilling out in a thick torrent of sorts. Down his tails, as his armor seemed to peel off of his body with the crystal that drained of the black colour. Warpstone, it was blackish green and the stuff of his power to an extent, certainly an amp for it.

As he screamed, echoing across the landscape in a roar of a dragon, his Draconic visage lifting and the crystal body of his was almost entirely draconic. Wearing his blue armor, the body was almost pure yellow and gleaming with energy most radiant. It's greaves, gauntlets, and maw was a deep black however, eyes of pure blue. His shadow.. seemed to thrash up from the ground infront of him, the blue blood soaking into the pit it tore up between his feet as the Wyrdstone infused sharply. Crackling green energy roiled off of the now solid shade, which looked fiercely Daemonic and had a sword for a left arm. His Scimitar no less, unlike the Draconian 'Gargoyle' which had a katana to it's back. Left with his gear, and the fur he now tied around his loins and shoulders, Chaz panted and groaned, staggering away from the horrific scene as he limbered up to dash after his Lady Spider, the Hannah he never knew.

The middle tail of his had split into these two essences... the dark fetid being of malice sneered with eyes aglow of red coals. Eerie green glow, and onyx wings took the one as high as the other. Flanking position, and more or less covering the widest area possible. The trio of Chaz would try to sniff out, scan for any physical detail as his empathic link to Hannah had been all but snuffed out. Left on his own human feet now Chaz dashed madly after her, more than sure his scream was giving him away than even her little spies. Spies he too sent after her, and were slowly coming towards her from logs and between cracks of Earth and rock.. until she merged with Pruven that is, and they went still, baffled and letting the daft warlock give mundane chase. The dawning of it all.. had she.. lost their combined gift?

[Pruvan]

Pruvan tried hard to blink Hannah’s memories away, since it was rather difficult trying to maneuver one’s way between the many trunks that littered this forest while watching them. However, he’d taken in the entire memory alongside Hannah. Or rather, and more disturbingly, he’d been reliving it as well. As the other actor in the romantic, yet dramatic, play that unfolded between them. The words had emanated from him as though he were speaking them himself, every touch he felt, every scent he smelled… Every emotion he shared, with this mysterious person.

His essence could hardly look away from hers now, as the questions that once plagued his mind now plagued Hannah’s as well. Like a taint they played with the ludicrous idea that they… Pruvan firmly shook his eyes and blinked once more, narrowly slipping past a trunk in their path that he managed to dodge in the last second. The issue would get its due attention, but not now. The new memory was prodding at the back of his mind and slowing them down. Indeed, they’d been going slower since the memory started. So with new renewed focus Pruvan now accelerated to as fast as he could muster again.

Paying more attention to his surroundings, Pruvan slowly started noting the many oddities he’d overlooked until now. The lack of sound was disturbing enough as is, but the severe lack of wildlife suggested something else was going on. Even at this time of night many animals go out and hunt for food, or feed off plants they could not during the day due to exposure to predators in bright sunlight. But now… Nothing. He hadn’t passed a single one. As if the forest’s creatures knew something was going on, an unknown disturbance that scared them into hiding.

To make matters worse, Pruvan had the off feeling that Chaz was slowly gaining on them. Given that Pruvan wasn’t the fastest entity around, it wouldn’t be very surprising. In which case they could not outrun him forever. And since Chaz had found her once, there was no way to be sure if hiding would prevent him from simply doing so again.

Nowhere to run… Nowhere to hide…

The eerie thought echoed throughout his mind. He felt bad for thinking it though, since it was probably scaring Hannah even further. His essence quietly wrapped around her once more, a tight, snug blanket of shadows. Covering her from the outside world, hiding her from Chaz. There was no denying they had to find a way out of this mess though, right now it was only a matter of time before Chaz caught up to them. Even with the cover of night and the darkness surrounding them he could probably sniff them out eventually. His link to Hannah was strong, even Pruvan could feel that now.

Pruvan came to a complete and utter halt amidst the shadows of a stray bush however, when he suddenly spotted something odd ahead. Two men. One short and chubby, the other taller and somewhat muscled. Yet both equally nervous. They wore makeshift leather armor and had short swords attached to their belts, though the various plucks of cloth that stuck out from underneath their armor hinted these weren’t everyday adventurers. Rather they were probably peasants, trying hard to pretend they were. The short one was crouching, busy plucking strange cyan flowers from the ground that seemed somewhat rare and unique to this part of the forest. The backpack on his back wiggled almost as nervously as he did.

“Hurry up already!” The taller man shouted, warily glancing left and right with his right hand hovering above his sheathed sword. He was holding a lit torch in his left, the dancing shadows it projected around them adding to the ominous atmosphere. “This place is freaking me out…” As the wind made the branches of a nearby tree rustle, the tall man looked up in panic as if the devil himself was hiding up there. “That makes two of us… Frickin’ piece of…” The chubby man replied, trying hard to pull out the roots of one of the flowers. “Next time that mutt needs these things he can come get them himself!”

“You should be glad the thing decided to help you at all… That is, before taking all of our money first.” The tall man gave chubby a glare. “Which you rather graciously decided to just shove into its greedy little paws might I add.” He turned back and started scouring his surroundings once more, his body slightly less tense than before, but still on edge. Clearly the dark aura that now hung over this forest hadn’t gone unnoticed by them as well. “I shouldn’t even be here… This place is bloody haunted I tell ya.”

“Stop it, you’re creeping me out…” The chubby man whined before getting back up on his feet. “I think we’ve got enough now...” “Good, then we’re getting out of here. Call me selfish, but your feet fungi aren’t worth dying for.” The tall man gave one last glance upwards before starting to walk off. “… Or worse…” The shorter man took off his backpack and wildly stuffed the flowers in before quickly swinging it back in place and hobbling off to catch up with his companion. “Hey! Hey! Don’t leave me here, damn it!”

Pruvan’s eyes widened as the duo hastily started to take off. He jumped out of the bush towards the floor, quickly slithering across it towards the chubby man in the back before seemingly leaping towards him like a street cat pouncing its prey. Or rather, towards the backpack on his back. He quickly slipped into it, merging with the shadows it contained.

The chubby man halted and turned in panic, staring off into the darkness. The tall man too stopped and turned as his companion did, holding his torch out in front of them a bit. “What’s wrong?...” His hand started hovering over his sword again. “I thought I…” The chubby man narrowed his eyes warily. He was shaking madly now, like a cold dog in the rain. “N-Nothing. Nothing… Let’s just g-“

The following scream that emanated from deep inside the forest, one that sounded twisted and otherworldly like a demonic creature from hell, sent the two running for their lives. Pruvan blinked nervously inside the man’s backpack. If there were ever a chance at a better hiding place, this was it. And he decided to go for it. The two men could prove a distraction for Chaz; if they were lucky he’d completely ignore them. The scream was an ominous sign though. It sounded close, too close.

Finally able to rest some, he now turned his attention back towards Hannah. She felt confused, and she had every reason for doing so. He was just as puzzled by what was going on between them as she was. Yet he tried to make her focus now, part because if they didn’t shake Chaz off first there would be no point in discussing the matter. And part perhaps because he was subconsciously trying to avoid the subject, trying to extinguish this idle hope he was feeling.

”What should we do?... We can’t run forever…”

Extinguish this hope that he once had a life as well.

[Lady_Spider]

Everything was a blur in her mind. Twisting and turning in every direction. Hannah just didn't have flash backs of her youth like that. Never. It had been so long since she had looked at the face she saw in the memory. A face she no longer knew. And then there was the man in the memory. So many thoughts and emotions swirled around him it was enough to make her dizzy. In fact it did. It unbalanced her on the inside which was never good. Balance was key to her being. With out it...the beast inside would run the show.

Bless Pruvan's sweet heart tho. All the while she was loosing it and he was still keeping her safe. I should have never dragged you into this Pruvan...but now that I have you I do not want to give you back. The words softly brushed over his thoughts...as they sat in the shadows with in the strange mans bag. Hannah hadn't even notice they were there till she heard Pruvans voice calling her back from the res-eases of her mind.

Slowly she noticed him around her warming her in his blanket of shadows. For a while she sat silent the wheels of her mind turning so hard it blocked out all her thoughts.

"No...we can not run forever...."

Sighing softly Hannah curled into his shadows hugging them to her. They had to do something...it was highly unlikely Chaz would over look these men...only because of the state of mind he was about to it. Even as she thought it...his roar finally hit her ears. Or at lest the echo of it. Oh her mind really wasn't there. Calmly her attention was drawn to Pruvan...boaring into him with that tender look in her eyes. Even tho her eyes weren't there it could be felt to the core.

"There is much more to you Pruvan....much more indeed. I have to know. But Chaz will find us." It was no long a "if he finds me.." what Pruvan had thought was correct Chaz was close. And the closer he got the strong her attachment to him would grow no matter how many walls she put up. I have to slow him down....make him understand some....or nothing will stop him.

Quickly a brief picture of the damage Chaz could do ran a crossed her mind. The man would burn everything in his path to find her.

"Wait here Pruvan..." softly her own shadow seemed to hug into him briefly before she softly seemed to drop out of his own shadow. The reason it felt that way was clear the moment a orange spider no bigger then a head of a pin scurried its way up and out of the sack. Attaching a thread to the bag the spider sat still for a moment feeling the area around them.

Chaz would have to be close for this to work.

Unseen to any human or non-humans really the tiny spider traced the etching of her people...their calling their code of arms. It was the flag of her people and the heart of what she was. Quickly the tiny spiders legs moved in fast fluid motion carving softly into the fabric of the sack. Reveling to her the symbol of her people. A spider centered in a gathering of hoops. The spider's body it's self looked like any other spider except where it's long legs would have been it was replaced with that of a humans. Arms that reached out and grabbed a hold of the hoops holding them in place or so it seemed. Off the hoops the thread of the spider connected all the body parts together. Forming a symbol that was known as the circle of life. The spider was the center object that kept the hoops spinning. Connecting humans with the children of mother natures herself.

Wither the symbol had any true power to the gods even she didn't know. But what she did know about the symbol was that it held great magic to her. Magic she intended to use to the extreme now. "You who are my eyes, my ears....the other part of my soul. Be my body where I can not be. Make him understand." the words floated on the wind. Their destination was her spiders.

Briskly the tiny spider crawled back inside down into the shadows of Pruvan. The blending was tenderly light when she was in her spider form. The warmth that was her slowly branched back into him as she settled back down into him. She was silent...but she was sure he would know why the moment they blended. Hannah's mind was somewhere else tho she was right here. She was slowing Chaz down. So they could find cover else where. They needed to talk.

The questions of who he was what he was and why he shared her dreams made it hard to focus. Half haphazardly the symbol of her people flashed into her mind...as if while she was drawing it it had burned it's self into her vision.

On Chaz's end of things however it was a different story.

With their masters words the spiders quickly came out of hiding before Chaz one by one by one. Till what seemed like thousands were there. Hastily building a shell....a human body shell of his Spider right before him. Giving him no choice but to stop.

"Stop Chaz....." her words purred out of the sculpture of spiders that made up Hannah.But in them hung fear....remorse and lose. This Hannah before him was well beyond heart broken she was crushed. That much was clear even from a spell. But more then that was how unbalanced she was. Which if he knew her was well as he thought he did he would know was a very bad thing.

For Hannah to loose balance...unlocked the beast of the spider inside her. Heartless and cruel with the mind set of a . It was a deadly outcome. "You can not find me my Chaz." for a moment the figured paused perhaps checking to see if wanted to hear what she had to say. " I have wronged you my dear." anger hinted at the end whatever she was hiding from him was no simply matter.



((ooc. Sorry it's not the greatest post guys...I'm still not with it mentally.))

[Chaz Algo]

Hannah's magical tricks and precise placements in his path were made evident while Chaz darted down a beaten trail, darkened of shadowy murk making the darkness of night even thicker. He too sensed the gloom over the landscape, though it was for no doubt the many shadows untwisted and recent murder in their kingdom. Only vermin were conjured by the Damned and Chaz was no exception in a way as he skid to a halt before the visage of his beloved. His muscles tense, blood hot and sharpness heightened by the disbanding of his altered psyche's. His control over the golem-crafted spiders, a herd all of their own would slowly accumulate on their spot of this symbol as well. Wild and calculating eyes took measure of this silhouette. His breaths drawn shortly as he focused on the questions to be raised.

Her tone of hatred seething off the remourseful ending of her passionate words allowed his mundane tongue to sharpen with entry to the dialogue. "How have you wronged me to earn not the sight of you!?! Have you changed, been absconded? Did that accursed Fiend do this to you!?! Do you flee from me in shame of something that has come to pass??? Do NOT make me pry the evidence of betrayal from your alabaster skin my love! I will drag you back from Death's Halls if I must!!!" His obscene dialect and strength of words, commanding as the Warlord he was would instill some depths of all feelings from his madness drawn thoughts. Discord, worry, anger and lack of understanding from the pedagogue's collective.

As Chaz breathed heavily from the cool night air, his bear-clad figure bared to her writhing mass of spiders, slowly being surrounded by the growing number of false spiders, another drama would take root. His own 'messenger' would arrive all too close to being 'by her side' it would seem. The cacophony of his regrets and hysteria boiling against roots of willows and stone of earth. The blue blood of his boiling over, keening mournfully and with much forsaken blabbering in no tongue particular. This Horror was of Daemon blood. A great harm to Chaz would sat on the cusp of fatigue from rapid draining of his powers and self. This mercurial, twisted by product had drastic features. A strange head, edged and flat much like a sideways discus, yet oddly human shaped overall. Slits of eyes, beady and aglow in a trio no less. Metallic eyes, bright blue gleaming with the magic that made up the entirety of it's being. Born of blood infused with magic, the same animated magic had a process of it's own. Lamenting with a wide nose flaring and the horned, tusked and spiked chin face of the abomination swiveling, darting into the woodland night.

A blur of lanky metallic shaded greyish-blue, otherworldy like a steel riddled pool of mercury, tinted blue in a slow, icy process. Even the neck and digits of this sturdy, thickly shuffling essence were writhing with amorphic fluidity as prehensile gripping liquid toes pushed off of matted vegetation and soil. Footprints of the stubby tailed, earless horror blending with the terrain padding off into the unknown. Curiosity, and carnal disregard gave animals further note to take their leave. Though a few of them would be stalked, tormented briefly in curiosity and disrupted by a cruel sensation. This Horror of Chaos was different than most, bearing no Fires but a severe need. It tore the very blood from those it assailed, then feasted on the flesh and bones as a whole, slurping marrow and liquefying calcium. Once the deed was done it moved on, curious as ever but hardly beneficial to the ecosystem it inhabited. Clawed digits and blunt teeth hardened with more calcite to develop, those beady eyes luring itself further ahead, away from further events to unfold without a shadow of the doubts they all had.

Indeed, that thick aura of fear and confusion sown by Chaz’s howl let loose his inner-daemons. The Foul One the most direct in it’s pursuit, most willing to deviate from it’s suggested path of a clear arc to meet with it’s better half at the end of the long winding trail to lead off into whatever geography laid ahead of the two hunting gatherers. Whatever could clue the duo off to the raw animosity in the air, it would have to be now, and with precious few moments filling the minutes to a rather vile hailing. A twisted vestige it was, quite the epitome of Demonic rites, had arrived on the scene. It’s coming to the flank of the one with a weaker scent belonging to the human who did not have the cyan flower in his possession. The other had a very strong shadow, that of Pruvan and Hannah obscured by this reality exposed, to the previously inexperienced Demon of Darkness which had now arrived. Savour the best for last, with a dark snarl the angled cheekbones of a slightly Wolvish looking creature took one long step into the path.

Very muscular, bulky even especially the stoutness of it. A large, wide shell like a snapping turtle’s spread across it’s backside, aligned by a baker’s dozen of rowed blades pointing downward. The edged tail lashed, with an impressive blackish green orb with pure red spikes protruding. The underside of the creature had red plating, unlike the black on green contrast the shell and body had. Dual rows of teeth in the beakish maw, drooling an inky blackness with purplish flames of breath similar to the mostly black, purple tainted raw darkness forming ‘wings’ much like a shadow and a wispy cloaking. Large, clawed hands seemed to have spiked knuckles, elbows, and kneecaps even. The taloned feet were no different, with two spiked heels and an odd dexterity. Hannah felt it strongly, this was Chaz’s torment, his undiluted evil inspired madness and cruelty unbound.

That Daemon that infests his soul long before he had sold it, only empowered further by his power-mongering. Shadow seemed to be among his, and it’s, specialties as the scimitar lashed out from it’s left forearm, extending from the crystalline shell it hardly inhabited. Roaring out a tone of demonic-slurred words, the companion of the Hunter may find himself dead as the words reached his blood spilt ears. The Scimitar aimed for his brain, down the cleave of his face. “Halt… I may… Spare you Still.. McCreedy..” The slow voice proved It was struggling to speak humanely, and the ‘name’ it conjured up may just be a friend or another family member of the one he was trying to kill. Obviously confused in some regard, the demon knew what it had to do and knew even moreso it would likely scare the man into cowing, a runner had more potent spirit to be sure.

If the Darkness claimed the poor man, his soul would be rendered. Forced into being a Shadow as well, though a different natured one. Moreso a purple-ectoplasmic bound skeleton, immersed in the Shade of itself. A more Necromantic kind of shadow, bolstered by the energy of this Damned essence. The body of the man would surely begin to mutate, scream and contort horribly. Into a Horror of Chaos as well most likely, though of a truer sort. A solid body, poisoned by the over-dose of raw magic this fiend infused with his shadow to make it ‘real’. Thus far his form was normal, except the head would also form the odd upwards lifted disc shape as it fused from the deadly slash.. and it’s body would twitch and crawl in sheer agony of the slow transformation.

That is, if and only if the beast met it’s mark with his face. Chortling wickedly, in either regard the Demon found a delight, sadistic true, in its entrance. However a gleam could be seen from the sky, a draconic figure shimmering under the silvery light of Luna. A slight glowing radiance, yellowy and distinct with some distance above. Having a saner, and stricter sense of this world, the Draconian Aspect hurled a shard towards the tail, the Fair One would pin the other to the ground where he stood. A glowing golden spike of crystal burning and infusing into it’s fleshy crystal tail. The insane laughter quickly turned into a low, tumultuous growl. “Hrrrrll.. You.. My Fun!” The crystal began to glow a crackling red, and soak into it’s form. All of the spikes growing bright with the red electrification of some sort of inane energy. Altering nothing except disposition.

"No fun! We have something to achieve here! Now let me handle this!" The being that seemed angelic in the sense of a draconian fitting such an image was, as it landed heavily upon the ground behind the men, arms crossed with a very noble uplifting of it's diamond skull. Liquid gold eyes staring into the pack of the man, sensing some oddity of Hannah's presence. "Chaz is having words with Her as we act. Be patient, and savor your Freedom, Darkness.." They two glared at eachother with much discord and utter lack of 'trust.'

[Pruvan]

Pruvan’s eyes silently peered out of the man’s backpack at the spectacle that was going on outside. Judging from the low angle he was viewing things from, the shorter man whose backpack they currently inhabited was lying on the floor in utter fear, face down in the mud. From the sound of his petrified rambling he was praying to whatever gods he believed in, and probably a few he didn’t as well.

The glowing aura that emanated from the draconian figure that now stood tall behind the poor praying peasant hurt Pruvan’s eyes a bit, causing him to narrow them. It was a noble glow that stood in sharp contrast with their dark surroundings. The creature’s glowing, golden eyes inside its sparkling skull were set focused on the man’s backpack, making it seem like he was staring Pruvan directly in the eyes. Apparently Hannah’s conversation with Chaz was halting any further actions he might undertake for now, though the tension between him and the other creature could prove disastrous still.

Pruvan’s eyes turned inside the backpack to now look out the other way, at the one supposedly called McCreedy and the creature of nightmares before him. The horror looked like it could dismember an entire army just by walking around, the many spikes that decorated its appearance protruding menacingly. It was desperately trying to whip its deadly tail but seemed to be pinned by a razor sharp crystal sticking inside of it, the crackling energies that emanated from within creating an incredible display of colors. It was snarling at the draconian, noises that could best be described as a sickening mixture of growling, drooling and swearing in some unknown language.

McCreedy was standing still in place, gaze set on the monster before him. His trembling was incredibly intense, even though he was trying hard not to move a muscle. Since any movement he made now would probably result in the sword that hung menacingly above his head to come crashing down. From his angle Pruvan could note a stream of yellow liquid running along the man’s right leg, leaving a long wet streak along his pants. The smelly damp of liquid fear escaping his body rose into the cool night’s air.

Pruvan turned back inside the backpack, leaving the horrors of light and shadow to their own conflicts for now. He glanced at Hannah’s essence that sat silently amidst the darkness of his own. She was intently focused on maintaining her enchantment, and most likely trying hard to control her emotions as well. Given the subject of conversation, Pruvan could well imagine her needing to. So he decided not to disturb her just yet, not unless he really had to.

Pruvan closed his eyes and thought hard. On the one hand there were two monstrous figures outside, one with clearly less friendly intentions than the other, with the sole intent of capturing Hannah, one way or the other. On the other there was Hannah, who was now busy having the most painful conversation in her entire life. An emotional bomb ready to blow. And then there was he, caught in the crossfire with no real means to help. The best he could do was gather some shadows and strike a menacing pose, but something told him the duo wouldn’t be very impressed, given their own appearances.

Pruvan opened his eyes.

Clap the hands… Let both problems fix each other...

True, perhaps Hannah could face these two on her own and walk away alive. But Pruvan was unsure if he was willing to take that risk. In all likelihood her emotional distress would be her own undoing. Fury can be a powerful weapon, but only when controlled and properly aimed. Plus it would involve him just sitting by and do nothing, which was something he could not bear. He had to help somehow. The conversation was buying them time, now was the time to use it.

He closed his eyes again in silent meditation. Awaiting an epiphany, or a change in their current predicament that could work in their benefit.



{OOC: Have exams this month so I'll take a bit longer again }

[Lady_Spider]

"Drag me where?"
The words hissed off the spider carved body. Even in this form her words held power to them. They rolled off her tongue with a slither to them. Yet stung sharp like a bee sting.

"You of all people....my love....should know no one EVER drags me anywhere. So hold that mundane tongue of yours."

If there had been one lesson in life that seemed to take the longest to sink into her thick head. It was to stand up for herself. Even to those she cared for. To many people had drug her through the mud. Literally. Beat her down and gave her many many years of mental torment. How ever after her finally transformation into a mature spider blood something wonderful happened. Hannah realized that she simply didn't have to take it anymore.

Not even from Chaz.

"Stop it Chaz!" Calmly the figure stood before the raging man. He had every right to be like this she thought to herself....but so do I. But he wasn't allowed to loose control like this. He had no idea what he should be feeling. Perhaps it was time he felt remorse and pain like no other. But then that look can a crossed his face...well some might have called it many other things then a face. But she knew the man underneath.

In her shadows...she felt his eyes on her. And could almost hear the anger running through his veins. A tear slowly rolling out of the shadows shimmering were there was no light to be seen. This was a tear from the heart and soul. It was the pain one only feels inside manifested into a single tear drop. As is it dripped off her face the tear dropped into the shadows hitting the bottom of the sack with an echoing sorrow.

The form however showed none of these tears...Chaz could see it though if he was truly looking at her. That was doughtful in the state he was in now. Slowly the spiders gathered in almost eager to help there Lady. With out even a turn of her head the spider form raised her hand up pushing them back some. "I will tell you.....but if anything happens to Pruvan my shadow I will run away forever. And I can promise you...Ashram will make sure you never find me again. Yes. I'd go that far and that low to turn to him. So pull yourself together, listen to me...and get those slim dogs away from McCreedy.

Yes. Hannah was more then willing to go to that extreme if Chaz laid one claw on Pruvan. Slowly the form took a step forward. " What I have done....is unforgivable." nothing but sadness seeped from her voice. "I failed someone who needed me the most...who needed you the most. I run from you because I can not face the truth. And the moment I say it to your face...well....that will make it real. And I'm not ready for it to be real." silence stayed in the air.

"I was with child when you left Chaz...."

That was all she could say. The emotional build up was simple to great for her to keep up her strength. The spidery figure dropped to it's knees with an explosion of tiny spiders every where. God she didn't want to say it out loud and he was going to make her.

"And.....now....now I am with out...." that was all that she could muster to him before the emotional bag ripped open again breaking about the spider formed body leaving nothing but the spiders themselves.

In the sack however was a different story. Anger boiled through her pain....so much pain and anger. She wanted those who took her baby to pay. Hannah wanted anyone to pay for it. Quickly Hannah's shadow pulled out of Pruvan's. With what sanity she had left she knew she didn't want Pruvan to feel this pain. Not when he had had so much in his life. Or at lest she thinks he did.

Ruthlessly the shadow twister ed into the form of a naked Hannah. But this wasn't truly Hannah...this was the of the Spiders. Heartless and cruel. Slowly her burning green eyes blurred with tears locked onto the demons Chaz had sent out to find her. Placing her hands in front of her the threads were already spindling outward.

"Chaz...said to go. Before I gut you were you stand. Touch my shadow and you will die slowly. I will make what the devil does nothing more then play time."

Spider words hissed out as she looked to were Pruvan would be.

"We go now Pruvan....before he comes."

[Chaz Algo]

Silently, the real Chaz watched as the spiders melted away after her words and he was left with only regret and sorrow. Again he walked down the road, solemn and forlorn with no real aim anymore. His head tilted Earthwards, lost in innter turmoil without the lion's share of his spirit even being there. He had a child? The child was lost, somehow? By what means he could only imagine, and his imagination wasquite macabre and grim. This was far worse, truly, than any assumption he had dreamt up of his own free will. The cold, heavy breaths in the dark air brought his pace to a crawl with discontent and confusion.

Taking in the words and not fully understandin the spectacle before 'hm', the Draconic visage tisk'ed lightly as he delt with two issues on the same front quite effortlessly by a dictum worth noting. A bit disgrentled but still yet wholly noble, as the katana now struck the Darkness with an incredible ray of light trailing behind the sword. Lodged midway through, the Darkness would wail and reel as it's form practically 'shuffled' in a hybrid of crystals and pure darkness washing up the arm and into the fist of this purer being. Blackness now plated it's armor beneath grand stylish crests of the radiant stone. The face took on a slightly crueler look but kept a clean tone and precise mindset. Sheathing the sword, arms now crossed with words to be proveyed.

"Unwise, it would... make you to smite 'me' Lady Spider. Rending... most of Chaz's soul... and his Shadow from... well, his body... all you'd have." It coughed as a hand was brought up to shield the bad manner, an inky darkness coated the hand which it flung off and sighed slightly. Seemed to have been suspected but surpressed. Throat cleared it continued. "Madness stricken, and a rapidly dying boy you don't quite know. I'd be disquieted if the lady I fought for killed me over misconception. Slime? After all I have done? Run away then if that is all you can muster. Have some decency and tell me how or who has taken our child from us. Otherwise I won't be held accountable nor play Wife for that lunatic when he cannot bear the guilt fueled hysteria."

All of this was said as the Draconic essence in Chaz, whom seemed to easily have his own identity but took full pride in being a part of Chaz. Making some of his craftiest and genius decisions, or neutralizing as much pure insanity as he could cope with. Leaning on a tree, a leg perched against it just as Chaz would. With the Daemonic taint whispering in it's ear the fractured spirit of his seemed very apathetic at this point. The Warlord had lost the will to manage and govern his duplicity so the strong willed essence acted accordingly. Massive respect for it's full being, the Dragon however was skiddish of letting two humans live with the knowledge of what had transgressed but a little rebuking or reward may justify mediocre trust. "You two, humans there... what will it take for you to never speak of this again? Gold? Resources? A boon? Death? Be swift, and do not turn around. The Lady is not decent."

Peering into the rucksack, the infused being could now comprehend Pruvan a bit more than either of them alone. Those green eyes... the Daemon could sense and be quite keen over another shadowy being. The sorcerous one knew better perhaps, affirmed of the Shade being what it was the differences were made apparent. Shadows did not have such mentalities normally, Fewer still could resist the urge to hunger for life force unerringly for all time.. so a term rolled off the crystalline tongue of the less than 'mortal' by classic definition being before them. "Shadow-Of-A-Man.. is called.. Pruvan? Proven an interesting day indeed. Hannah, Chaz needs a hug more than an empty forest full of spiders. When I embrace him he will not fully enjoy it. Until then..." A sigh.

The figure pushed off of the tree, and lifted off of the ground slightly by flight. The freelance electrical-styled energy was focused on the tails of this being, as it's gaze was set on the two men and the barren woman. No fear, only determination and aloofness. Should this of Spiders try to play a cruel and unjust hand, then the of Dragons would surely clash with her on his own accord. She had insulted the half of Chaz that was still noble, proper and with morals. He thought to inform her if he somehow disbanded this energy infused crystal subject all he former love would become would be a thrall of misery and madness to be a blight on the land. Weak at that, a mob of villagers wouldl ikely then be his demise. All that was needed now was her retort, and the beseeching returned by the two woodsmen as Chaz hobbled.