Walking Through Nothing

[Zephyr]

It was dead. Everything. The very ground she walked upon was charred, a deep coal black that somewhat resembled a piece of burnt steak. Trees seemed to have crumbled, black shapes almost unrecognizable from their original form Zephyr found it hard to breathe, the air still thick with an invisible smoke. The crunch under her feet made her wonder what other than dead grass and shrubs, was she walking on? A sickening feeling rose in her chest, as she thought of bodies that could be buried beneath this rubble.

Zephyr picked up her pace, being lost to a point of almost panic. Fog coated the area so thickly that it was impossible to see more than five yards ahead. Every where she looked, she saw movement and had no idea what or who was causing it. She held her breath for a moment, trying to get track of her senses. Something made her feel as if she were not alone.

Her gold, and now silvery eyes wavered on different objects, trying to name them for what they once were. She could see the crumbling black of cabins and buildings that would never again stand tall. Every now and then, she would come across a piece of charred cloth. Everything had been dyed a steady ebony.

She stepped carefully, trying not to injure herself on metals that could be buried here. As Zephyr watched the area around her along with the ground, she could even see the outline of a child's doll. The dress had once been a rich red silk, the hair once beautiful brown yarn. Now it was something unfit for a child to play with... unfit for anyone to play with.

The sky was pure clouds, no sign of the moon nor sun. The fog was growing denser and Zeph growing more anxious. Would she ever find her way out of the damned place?

Her ears perked. Noise. Footsteps coming through the ashes. She clenched her fists, a wave of something unnamed flowing around her. Swiftly, the young fay flung herself behind a small wall of stones, still standing and covered by a bit of bushes. She pressed her back flat to it, knowing that whoever traveled on the path behind her would hopefully not see her hidden here. Burnt leaves crinkled under her boots, the sound filling the quiet air. Zeph winced. She had to be silent. Gripped in her hand was a black dagger, the symbol on it unknown to anyone. She would use it if she had to.

Normally she was not the one to get into fights, but currently she was not in the position for one. The fog was one problem, and her tired legs another. She had been lost in the rains for almost six hours. With no horse, the light steps were painful as time went on.

Bracing herself as the footsteps grew near, the canine fay hoped that she was not in for some new trouble. The black and green specks at the corner of her eye, a fading shiner, was proof of her bad behavior. Her many scars told the same story. Though maybe a fight would not be necessary. Maybe this stranger was just a passing traveler. But then again, who would be out there, walking through nothing?

Her left hand slipped on the stone she was resting it one. The rock fell to the ground, making a dull thud echo throughout the quiet. Zephyr's eyes widened. Her guest would have heard it for sure. She bit her lip, keeping flat to the broken wall only a foot taller than her sitting position. The path behind it seemed too close for comfort. The footsteps did too.

[Dysin Hexfire]

Dysin dream ghost self could feel his blood pulsing in his ears, a hollow noise that thrummed rhythmically as the thick, syrupy liquid danced to the heartbeat's drum-line. Adrenaline kept his ghostly dream body body like an active wire, coiling and writhing inside him as he waited, frantic with the drive to surge forth and maul. His goal was so close now, his quarry's sweat infiltrating his nostrils as their proximity grew iota by iota. Dysin was many things, but he was certainly devoid of patience, and the tension wrought within him to act instead of wait idly left him heaving, inaudibly. He was training his twitching muscles to unclench so they would not waste energy unnecessarily and leave him a wreck at his destine.

After what seemed like an eternity (but was truly only moments across the spectrum of time), Dysin realized with dissociative clarity that he simply couldn't wait another second. His follow so silent among the ebony shards was but a breath of a whisper. The girl, he watched with precise eyes like cool gems among the growing fog but with hunger in his accommodation she was but his next kill. Atop a pointed ruin of a past monument to the kingdom that once was, did a large creature loom the woman below.

He was but a cadaverous shadow among the rest waiting, watching for the precise moment to take a plunge and come out anything but empty handed. Wings of a fire read and gold spread silent, as a devils simper peeled along that pointed beak (note when he dreams he takes on his old fairy form). She was all his and as to the matter absolutely bemused by the ghostly footsteps in the distance. Whoever it was Dysin would deal their cards later but for now he wanted the girl. In that same quiescence motion Dysin had decamped the stone and fallen breathless behind her only now as ghostly fay.

His voice was but a haunting whisper, his hot and acrid breath tickling at the hairs by her good ear. The tone was meant to be mocking, but at such a low level it sounded like an affectionate reproof instead.

"Playing on the wrong side of the streets I see" And in less than a second he was several feet away, a safe distance where she could not blindly lash out once she realized someone was standing right behind her.

[Zephyr]

Whatever happened to the footsteps on the pathZephyr may never know. In truth she had suddenly forgotten them all together. It had grown to quiet, the fog ceasing even to float along the ground. And then he was beside her, his voice poison in her ears. It was a lethal charm that chilled her to the bone. Zephyr yelled and flung and clawed hand at where the voice had come from.

But she hit only stone, her claws leaving marks on the rough gray barrier. She spun, her eyes wide and searching for the predator that stalked her. When her eyes found him, she was suddenly aware of the danger she was in. He was a head taller than her, a gleam in his eyes merciless. He was the kind of handsome man that used that kind of thing to kill. There was a look on him that made him far from fay, far from beast. He was gorgeous, his face chisled as a sculpture's would be. Zephyr knew what she was in for and prepared for it. Still, she was lost somewhere in his eyes.

She seized him up, taking into account his largest muscles. Those would be his strong points. His stance was balanced, but she knew how to level. She was on her feet in seconds, having two strategies in mind. One: She could fight him. Use everything she had. The problem was that she was tired and this atmosphere would prove tough. Two: She could run. Yet she had already learned that her tracker could keep up.

She still gripped the black hilt of her dagger in her right hand. The blade was sharp enough to cut a strand of hair without breaking it. Tera's purple braid swung down next to one of her shoulders, the wisp out of place due to the humid air. Tera could still feel his breath next to her ear, the warmth on her cheek almost teasing. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she tried to figure out what to do.

"Born on the wrong side of the street," she corrected him, her eyes starting to flare. This was what happened when she fought. Every bit of pain that had built up through her life began to seep through her limbs prying her on with long channeled anger. She watched him, appearing calm on the outside. Though on the inside she was still thinking. Would he only kill her? Or was he the type to take advantage of the situation. Zephyr swallowed, praying to whatever god existed that she would not be handled.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked, her voice hard. It was the rough voice of a street fighter that seemed to issue from her mouth. Even as this was so, she still had a beauty behind that mask. Just no one had ever seen it... Her lips remained parted as she took breaths to begin a steady flow of oxygen. Fighting took a lot of wind from a person's lungs. Still, she wondered how fast she could go if she shifted. A dog was fast. A dog/wolf hybrid was faster. But her opponent posed a challenge. She wouldn't risk it. Yet.

[Dysin Hexfire]

And indeed a challenge he would be. As this girl was created and conceived under the fair hands of natural life he was but a parentless disciple among the many in Dysin’s cast. Maybe this blunt reason had been Dysin’s downfall, not having a love to him ever once before in his life. Sure, infatuation to his prey was something on the casual for it was procedure to seduce a kill, but this was never a love he needed.

His grin twisted malignant as her words, sharp and quick, bit a hole in the atmosphere he had been going for. Though even as she masked the startle behind a façade of anger it would be his trained eye to catch her racing pulse. Dysin would always admit a challenge was well worth his time and would never turn it down even if it was just to enlighten his muse he would always find the chase better than the kill. A deviant chuckle purred from his throat as did his words.

“Ill-tempered are we?” His laugh faded though that serpent smile still lingered devilishly. “I offer you no harm under my company.” He lied with a concupiscent growl, a charming yet toxic sparkle in that irreligious blue.
“I do only ask to learn the lyrics of your name. And, if not that, then be it your reasons for trudging lands neglected the good touch of spirit. Or is it this menacing silence that draws you?”

His eyes grasped her, held her like a miserable embrace and it seemed he could bring that feeling from just imaginary to real. One could have mistaken their distance to be but an illusion.

“Will you, be it a fair trade, accommodate my name for your own then?” He restated the question now his body falling back to the ruin she had moments ago used to keep herself eclipsed from a strangers wandering eyes.

[Zephyr]

Zephyr's muscles tensed, chills making their way like snakes up her spine to wrap around her heart in a death grip. Zephyr felt cold. She listened to him talk, listened to him breathe . Every noise in the world had suddenly become three times as loud. She could hear her heart beat hammering in a delicate chest. He was taunting her in a way. Teasing her.

"I speak not of my name or my being here, and nor do I wish to hear your own calling. You speaking it would do worse than shatter stone," she hissed, her eyes a fire of their own. Something in her mind was screaming though. A darker part of herself she had yet to discover. It sent a hiss through her mind, a slithering sound. Zephyr... it wished to tell him. Her name is Zephyr... Though the word never escaped her lips.

Zephyr had never been guided in her life. It was this that led her emotions down paths they were never meant to follow. In one moment, she could be a caring fool. In the other she would be over powering males twice her size. It was a wonder she wasn't fighting for Dysin. In truth, Zephyr did not know he existed. Those who had seen Zephyr in a rage often thought that the Darker lord could feel her anger in the ground. She had killed before. And yet she still told herself that she would care for what she could. She was a weapon of sorts, one that did not even know of what she could do. One that others had heard rumors of.

Zephyr had decided. She would face this fighter. She held two blades, her feet perfectly angled in a fighter's stance. One blade faced out, the other back. She let her wall break, let hate from the past pour out through her eyes and actions. She grit deadly sharp teeth, a feral look in her eyes. It was times like this when she forgot who she was. It was times like this when she lost control.

For once, Tera realized her mistake. Her face suddenly paled, the flames in her eyes ceasing for a moment. She had almost fallen away from herself. She had been told to remain cool in situations like this. And yet she had started to let her reasonable self slip and the less-merciful one guide. She looked to the ground, getting her bearings straight. Once she though she could think clearly she looked back up at him. Did he cause this to happen in her soul?

"Leave. Now. If you want blood spilled, spill it. Though let it be your own. I'm not in the mood to deal with demons."

[Dysin Hexfire]

Dysin raised a brow utterly bemused by her quick tongue, sharp indeed but it wouldn’t hurt a bit. He couldn’t help but let that wicked chuckle purr both lascivious yet detestable up threw his throat. Still he held a shine within that icy blue.
His body pushed from the wall all weight rocking to the palms of his feet as he began at a slow pace around her portraying something like a vulture circling already dead prey.

“Do you honestly believe your lifeless words even send a quiver up the length of my spine? My lady I do bid that your threats though witted mean nothing. Prove to me that you’re more than 'all bark and no bite'.”

He had this chilling cool to his voice that taunted even as she may have had the strength among men he would offer her a challenge worth the skill. Dysin was provoking, charming, and even sweet at times be it a bitter sugar but still his games though tough could be smooth to the taste and swallow. He didn’t want to take her life cruelly, and now at his feet lay the decision to yet he had a sleek way of playing these little battle games.

He was mentally and audibly vicious but physically tender it was a strange mix of a man almost disastrous but quietly so. He had a smirk across his face a grin that could fuse the bomb of any stranger. His confidence seeped through his eyes like the very pale color they were and with this was a sense of thought she was over her head. But be it only in his mind. Maybe she would indeed be the big dog instead of the ankle bitter it was her choice though as the aura about him, mercy was only a weakness so pray she know her moves well.

It was like a story he had once read and recalled. Though anger built among them both he still played Mr. charming and threw his emotion disowned words whispered secrets that only he could ever offer her. Strange wasn’t it? Infatuation among hate. He liked her, aquatintedly so but still she interested him so like no other fay had in the past. No other anything for that matter. Nah, Dysin wasn’t ‘in love’ he didn’t quite believe in it and thus would likely never swim in the feeling. But yet he was so kind, in a devilish manner, it was as if love was his life’s purpose. Soft set eyes didn’t leave hers once not even to blink and they too smiled in that same unforgiving way. Ashes danced ballet at their feet with the brewing winds and it seemed there was nothing but a whispering silence between them both.

[Zephyr]

Zephyr watched him circle her, her eyes narrowing. She would not be prey. He may have been a vulture, but she was not carrion. In one swift movement, she was standing atop the small broken wall, looking down at him as an owl would. On high ground she felt a sense of security. Though somehow it did not stick. Her stalker would let nothing easy slide. His words brushed her skin, making it prickle. The way he spoke was both soothing and terrifying. Every nerve in her body was going frantic, two feelings running through her heart. Fear and something else. She was not sure, but it was a tempting taste offered to a virgin of sweets. Something was far not right.

"I have yet to threaten you," she told him, letting her voice relax. If he talked this way to her, she would return the favor. "So tell me...how many maids have you tumbled talking the way you do?" she asked, a smirk of her own plastered on her face. Her eyes glittered, a teasing among them as well. She would pretend to play nice. Or pigs could fly... she thought bitterly.

She was not stupid, the way he went about, she could be killed any minute. The flicker of danger crept through forever dead ashes making her ears lie flat in distinct caution. She breathed the air slowly, trying to keep herself calm. It was as if she stood before Death, and death blew air into her face. Though Death looked somewhat...intruiging this time.

All bark and no bite? Zephyr recalled biting far too many people. Still, she was afraid to fight him. She had let herself go to far, too many times before. But then again, it would be a favor to have his handsome face beneath dirt. Her knives were still drawn, and she felt the tension in the air rise. She looked out and him, the wolf-like gleam in his eyes frightening and seductive. Her knuckles gripping her weapons were white. He wanted to fight with her. There would be no running, her tracker would cease her in seconds.

She waited for him to move, one simple move. When he would she would do whatever she must. She could die, yes, but she would not die without flinging daggers first. Zephyr knew that she would not get out unscathed if she managed to survive. Any other scenario, she pretend to not know. He had the advantage here. Silver eyes dark, she braced herself. Walking through Nothing had led her somewhere she wished she'd never been.

[Dysin Hexfire]

He smiled amused charmed even.
“I’ve lost count.” He chuckled with a dark sense of humor. Though she’d hoped to make a scratch his skin was too thick. He finally stopped at his destin to be below yet before her. A heavy gaze hung to her with his confident weight and he wasn’t about to take it away. He could see her muscles tense at his every twitch letting him know she was going to be quick ever it be anxiously so.
He urged to lunge to tear with a reckless sense but god knew that would get him nowhere for she’d have blank time to dodge and he’d look like a fool. It wasn’t his fancy to miss unless he’d meant to. Then again the more they played roulette the quicker he would learn her strategy. It was that calm that had left him with a grin once more and a sense of knowing. He had a plan developing within his intricate mind and he had a deeper feeling it would be a glorious success.

Finally in this spinning moment his eyes had discovered her weapons though it hadn’t been a trouble to match. A liquid like glow seeped through clasped fingers until it had monolithed into a silver small and thin chain. It’s length was adjustable but for now it was long enough to wrap the full of his hand and thus he did so. With a light twist and snap gesture he had the object binding up his hand to cease midpoint to his elbow.
Though small one could force a deeper cut into a swing thus forcing a lot more pain. Sure, a larger object sword what not may have done more damage but only when it had his the body and it would take time to break past a skilled handler. A smaller string like figure could pass easily between and around thus making the idea successful in its attempt. Finally Dysin settle his smile distant now as it was a point in concentration needed.

With a sudden animation Dysin was covering ground quickly until the palm of his foot touched stone. With a pressure to his right he’d sprung forward landing precariously upon a stone to her left. His knee had been his fall though he was soon to both feet once more. He was still with a look of determination as the ash settled and her form appeared once more within his view. Now one difference be he hadn’t possessed the wings before as he did now. A brilliant crimson and gold shaped to a exotic look.
They were sharper than a normal wing figure distinct in his breed. Nothing about his body tensed and he stared at her with a still look as if one where to come eye to eye with a canine. All their body stalls and they have this look that with one move there would be fangs and blood. He now held this eerie look pulsing to hear her breath of movement and no longer was even that charming smile to sooth. It was as if a strange desire for her blood was all his mind and all he would be satisfied to see.
His eyes narrowed merciless and deadly clenched her tight as he whispered a dare for her to move.

[Zephyr]

His reflexes were lightening, as he moved like a tiger released from a cage. Zephyr never flinched. Her eyes followed him, a steady gaze that gouged into his own glinting eyes. She was done watching; it was time to move. She was suddenly different, unlike she had been before. She pushed the scared Tera aside and let the rageful one take over. Her eyes were different, in a way Dysin would not be able to place. They had flashed a dagger silver, her teeth bared behind her lips. She watched his wings unfold as if a devil were suddenly standing before her. Another advantage he would have. She would need to stay above him.

She suddenly had the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Who would care if she died out here? She had no family, no friends, no purpose. Who would notice her body bleeding crimson drops onto ebony ashes. What would it matter if this stalker killed her now? Would it even be a murder, or a sweet release from the living? Zephyr shut her eyes, trying to make herself feel like a person instead of a ghost. When she opened them her ears went back again.

She felt claws slide out where normal nails should have been, curved and hooked on the ends like a wolfs'. Memories flooded into her sight and she let them. In her ears she heard the roar of trucks, the growling of caged dogs. She heard the snap of a whip, a whip they had used on the beasts that did not behave. Zephyr had felt that whip before. In her mind's eye she saw metal cages, blood on the floors where claws had been caught on wire fencing and torn from their beds. She could see dead canine's, unfed for weeks and crumpled behind bars. Her heart screamed, anger and hate welling in a broken soul. It was fueling a fire to hard to control, so Zephyr let it take her.

She shifted her foot and was suddenly in the air, both feet coming down to land a blow. If it went well, one foot would land on each side of his head, either snapping his collar bone or forcing him to his knees. In this same move she threw a dagger down, if he looked up at her it would land between his eyes.

[Dysin Hexfire]

There was a silence bliss and she was above him but with her glint of a move he was off the stone at his feet and in the air with her weighing back on his body forcing his self back a flinch before the dagger had taken a cut. In this same moment Dysin’s back twisted him around quickly his foot forcing a hit to her lower midriff the force about to be enough to knock her down into the ebony ash.
His body all the while shifted in mid air weather she took the blow or not the chain unraveling from his arm quickly as he swung his body back and whipped it forth. Now behind her and in mid air if his heel missed it would be likely this wouldn’t.

The chain was aimed to her neck as it curved amid the approach and from there he would force her back violently and into the stones at her rear. With that final or not he’d sling back the chain and dive for the ground, hitting heel to ground at a sliding halt. He was quick to spin back and face her wherever she now be a faint line of hot blood trickling down the left side of his jaw. Again he paused wings spread and pulsing, heart beating a million miles an hour, muscles tensing under anticipation. His body was crouched slightly with the figure to lunge like a panther upon its prey minus the four limbs.

His hands twitched and she could see the heavy breaths beat from his chest with each exhale. His eyes caught the dagger upon the ground not a distance away knowing now she would either take him or attempt to retrieve her weapon either way he would be very ready. He could see her anger and if she let it go she would be blind in it thus giving him the advantage at her reckless approach. It was so silent as a single tear of blood broke from his jaw edge one could almost hear its drum beat as it hit the ground below.

[Zephyr]

She felt the air pass by her, the rush of wind on her skin a sudden and scary bliss. When she landed, she knew that her fight was far from over. She had seen his hit coming and did her best to receive a minor blow. She needed to parry his attack though not break any ribs in the process. Zephyr could feel the muscles in her abdomen scream as a sudden force collided with them. Zephyr managed to land steadily, ignoring her now pulsating mid-drift.

Gritting her teeth, she managed to bring her head up in time to let the chain snake around her neck. Her eyes widened in a sudden emotion. She had felt chain on the skin their before. The metal made a clink as it wrapped around the iron collar that already adorned her flesh. Her hands flew up, grabbing the chain as he tugged her towards the wall with force. She let him.

With a brutal strength in her legs, she rammed herself into the wall, pushing off with her calves. She had sprung now, the chain still wrapped around her neck as Dysin played the role of the sadistic lion tamer. Zephyr kept her head using her wits for another go. She landed to his side, going flat to the ground, one hand still holding the chain firmly to keep him in place, as her feet whipped out to knock the back of his knees. There was enough force in her swing to bring him down. The chain kept him from flying, a bird caged from flight.

There was something about Zephyr that resembled a rose. She was a beauty in her movements, fighting or not. She graced her steps and did what she could to stay safe. Though she attracted her admirers, she still had brutally sharp thorns. It was something she had kept as a reminded of her past. She would never forgive or forget...she had far too many scars for that.

Watching him with silver eyes that shone out like the fog around them, she waited to see the result of her blow. Her next move would be to break the chain. A dagger in a link would snap the metal loops. She'd use that same dagger in another attack. Knives were something she had learned to play with. She kept them in her boots, in her belts, and in her sleeves. They were easy to wield and easy to throw. Tera just hoped they'd be enough to keep her alive. She did not want to result to using hand-to-hand combat.

[Dysin Hexfire]

There was one thing she may have best consulted among her mind. The chain was purely his control and with this he could create and destroy it in a matter of grip and release. As she lunged back quickly he twisted his body around Letting loose the chain from his hands as it fell to a silver sand in a straight draw to her throat. It was gone in a matter of seconds though her blow attempt was half-successful. He’d began off the ground though a little too late before her heel(s) collided his back femur and he had no other choice but to take the ground. Maneuvering with the reflex of a cat in mid fall he’d literally flipped himself in a single breath of a second another chain whipping from within his palm once more.

Snapping his wrist back quickly it wouldn’t have caught anything of her limbs or points of grasp it merely headed to a quick nip along her left eye. He would take out her reliables first leaving her with blind sight or weak stands either way he’d get her to the ground first. At the snap of his chain weather it had hit her or not his heel swung around with his opposing foot the ground below spinning on what little balance he held. His heel was hot in target with her jaw and now not a bit of lenience was offered as his force would be half his weight upon the unreliable bone of her jaw.
His face was nothing of a comfort any longer for he held the look of a furious rival. His eyes once a cold blue now shifted to a burning crimson gold. Indeed he was a ghost, but his lost form of fay had fire in it's soul.
She had a lot to offer and he wanted all of what she could show. As quick as he’d forced the blow he was gone not recognizing yet if his heel had touched destination for he was already out of sight wings carrying him at a un-visual height. In a misty silence he circled her form below, his eyes able to search past the eerie clouds hugging the ground. Finally he spotted her with a silent breath his wings folding close to his body as he took a steady dive the closer he grew to the ground his lower body turned under him a perfect positioned hit taken like so:

His left foot’s palm would be placed to the side of her skull as his right foot, slightly hung above the left, would then come to heed a knock to her neck either choking her temporarily where he’d then have the moments to advantage quick moves under her gasping or send her head over heels backward and into another wall. She was smart, well witted, and stealthy he admit a grace with her moves though he could still taste her dis-need to do this. In that moment he would then weigh back forcing his whole self quick and away from her flailing hands had his hit been satisfied. And again he was gone nothing but a dust of ashes and a light sparkle of a flame. Again his stalking would be aerial where she could both neither reach him nor see him.

[Zephyr]

Zephyr watched him move with distant admiration. He was quick, prepared in a fight for whatever maneuvers he would have to apply. Once he had rid her of the chain, the canine ace rose from her crouched position on the ground. He had taken flight, though not before he had released another chain to whip at her. She turned her head, though still felt the clip of the metal on the soft skin of the corner of her eye. The sudden moisture there had told her he had broken skin. She let the blood trickle down the side of her face, not bothering to wipe it.

Her eyes flashed, his expression driving her to fight like the wolf side in her blood. His next move she wasn't able to dodge completely either. She spun quickly, her hands coming out to grab the foot the came at her. It still rammed back to hit her right shoulder, though she now had a hold on it. She attempted to dig her nails into the skin of his ankle, her long claws burying into his flesh.

When he'd returned to the air, she did not know the extent of damage she had applied with her talons. She watched him rise into the air with hate, wishing to shoot him down like she would have a duck. She would be the hound to tear his wings from his body. He was planning, and she was too.

He was coming down at her, almost falcon-like as he dove. Zephyr did not make to move. Instead she stood in the position he wanted, watching him with narrowed eyes. As he gathered speed, she calculated how far he'd be able to move at his pace. He came closer and closer, speeding down towards her. When he almost touched her, she let a hidden dagger fly. Her arm came up, the dagger hidden in her sleeve sliding into her hand with ease. She rammed up, right into his gut. Not knowing where the dagger's resting place was, Zephyr felt his weight upon her and took the extent of it. With a fighter's twist, she pulled him over her hip in an attempt to slam him onto the ground. If it went successfully she would slam her boot dagger into him the minute he hit the dirt. The second dagger was already in her hand.

She was suddenly aware of the dull throbbing in her chest. It was then she realized that the bruise spreading along it indicated a broken rib. Zephyrbit her lip in frustration and pain. She wouldn't be able to move for days after this fight. She just wasn't sure if she'd be alive for those few more days.

As she went to throw the boot dagger down into his flesh, Zephyr suddenly stopped. The feral look upon her drained away to leave a pale and shaken Zephyr in its place. She had almost killed someone...again. She felt sick. It was something she had tried to escape from and here she was about to do it again. She had herself under control, gripping blood soaked reins. She stared at Dysin, horror written upon her face. He deserved to die. But not by her hands. Dropping the dagger, Zephyr turned toward the wall. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts enough until she could slide down the stone and sit at its base. It seemed that Dysin had been forgotten.

She let things come back to her in a rush. The pain from her ribs, the slit at the side of her face, and the black bruise developing at her shoulder. She let herself remember how she had killed people before. The memories of having their blood on her hands. She felt drained, her skin still pale. She looked at her stalker, suddenly not carrying what he did to her. She would have deserved it anyways. She hated herself. What she was. Why she existed. She hated what she had done, what others had done to her. A single angry tear made its way down her cheek as she grit her teeth and slammed her head back into the wall before she let in to it all, sliding to the ground and letting everything that made up her life wash away into a pool of forever nothingness.

[Dysin Hexfire]

There was not a day he came from a battle without a scar to remember though soon his skill would rise to that level just not now. Though quiet streams of that hot liquid slithered down into the pit of his boot he ignored it for now having no possible need to walk just yet. Her body was a blow he’d taken without a care until the sharp cold metal of the dagger took a dive into his side luck cards she missed her original target likely able to have punctured something of importance. Dysin wasn’t able to hold a surprised call as he tumbled down to the ground Wings gone in a second before he’d took a hit to his back. At the moment his distance and hers was safe enough he could glance to the damage not exactly happy within moments of its sight.

But when all body tensed to spring back out of any target lunge all went silent. Dysin stood his hand still holding pressure upon his wound which at this point was just about to soak his hand in that deep red. His eyes narrowed and there was immense question among his mind. She was just giving up? Just like that? And how he’d been enjoying it so. He was angry, yes, but he was smart and if he planned to kill someone it would be done sooner or later but not without a worthy fight. Though he was bleeding like a friggin hunted animal he knew his damage done to her was internal, and harder to tend to. He closed their distance slowly and with a painful drag but either way made it to her side. His eyes weighed on her again until a single blow to her back half of the jaw would have been enough to knock her cold. Unconscience she wouldn’t have the will to wonder where he was taking her.(sorry that was defiantly powerplay but I sorta needed her asleep >_<) With any energy he had left he lifted her from the ground one arm settled beneath the angle of her legs the other gripping her upper back. His breath came in curses the pain searing and hot but still he would manage it.

It was a long night and he watched the sun fall behind the horizon below just in time as his destine was ahead at a seeable distance. Soon he would disappear as the dream he was back into Dysin's real body, as if nothing had ever happened.