Completed Come Over to the Dark (Mamuro)

[Tinnok]

A flicker of mutual appreciation dance between Dhani and Halfbreed as he disrobed, and in turn disrobed her. A bit too pre-occupied to notice, the half breed did not pick up on the fact that suddenly the two potential lovers shared something other than this strangely intimate moment. A shared element in Reimancy. She was simply too pleased with the cool sensation he was massaging into her skin, which felt as if it were on fire. A long sigh passed through her lips as his mouth trailed kisses along her body. She was content lying with bare skin rubbing against the bark, entranced with his progress.

Her fingers dug into Mamuro's hair as his mouth crept lower, and his name escaped her lips, slipping through her teeth.

She was so mesmerized with the whole event it took her ten ticks to realize she had heard a bird call, one that separated itself from the din that surrounded them.

"Petch, Me!" She cried, a sound filled with un-sated desires and a mind freed from the clogging thoughts of Mamuro's hypnotism. For a moment he might have thought it the final invitation, until Tinnok yanked Mamuro's head back roughly and dropped to the ground, taking him with her.

Two arrows zipped over their heads and she heard another bird call, signalling the scouts to circle around their prey.

"Petching petching petching petching, PETCH." A naked Tinnok rolled across the ground, grabbing up her quiver and slinging it over her naked back, dagger belt following, sliding down sweaty hips. She cursed as another arrow whizzed by, sinking into the tree she was crouched near, and ripped the arrow from the bark, throwing that in her quiver as well. She realized suddenly that she seemed to have been dropping her equipment step by step as her and the Dhani had backed themselves against that delightful tree. Tongue tasted the salt collected on her lips and she cursed again, glancing towards Mamuro.

"We could run and try to get to higher ground, I might be able to get a few good shots of my bow off...or we could stay here and fight."

She seemed not to mind the lack of clothing, her breasts benefited from binding, but they were not very big when compared to some, and she also made for quite the sight, legs bent, all of her for the world to see with bow partially drawn, ready to stab out the eyes of the poor souls that had chosen to prolong her intimacy with her new Dhani companion.

She darted over to a tree, lying with her back against it, ears straining to hear her hunters. Aside from a piercing pain in her nether regions, she was actually looking forward to seeing Mamuro rend some Myrians limb from limb, and the new flood of adrenaline surging through her body kept her from wondering who precisely this was, and what she had done with the real Tinnok.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru should have known that it was too good to be true. It had to be. Since when in the Dhani's long life had he been so skilled or lucky to find a gem and claim it before another got too it? Since when did he go from being under the thumb of the women of the nest to being the type of male that could seduce and please a woman so soon after they had met? He had been in the right place at the right time, and Tinnok was the perfect target.


The trickster had missed the bird call as well, his mind focused on giving his companion as much pleasure as he could, and his hearing was muffled by the slurping sound of his mouth against her sensitive flesh. Mamoru was enjoying himself, and he was enjoying her thoroughly. A cry from her excited him, thinking it was from her pleasure, and even the yank of his hair seemed in tune with her earlier sexual aggression. But it wasn't to be, laying on the ground, half mounted by the sultry halfbreed, he couldn't deny the unmistakeable arrows that flew over them and clicked into the tree that, only moments ago he had Tinnok pinned against.


"Flamessss!" he thought to himself, and what a pity it was. The trickster was all ready to take his companion passed the throws of ecstasy, and in her exhausted, yet satisfied state, he would have gladly taken her off to the nest where the brain washing would continue in his private quarters.


Mamoru was pissed, enraged and snarled under his breath. He had been almost masterful in his taking of the woman, and now it had been ruined by the same monkeys she had been ready to defend before. The dhani, snake-like in his movements moved across the ground to evade the incoming arrows. "You petchin rats..I will skin you alive and force you to watch!"


Turning to look at Tinnok, he had to admit she was a sight to see. In fact, in her naked state, skin glistening and with nothing but a bow and dagger belt upon her body, she looked more Dhani now than ever before. She was right as well, it would have been better to get to higher ground, but Mamoru was furious and wanted to go berserk on them at once for ruing his plans.


"If you're a better shot with that bow then go for it. I'll draw them out. "


Suddenly the Dhani jumped up and raced towards a tree a few feet away. Arrows whipped passed him just as he leaped, dived into the brush, and scurried behind the shield of the tree. What a day it had been, and his excitement for intimacy with Tinnok was easy to spot, though his lustful desire was calming a lot now and being replaced with rage for blood.

[Tinnok]

She watched Mamuro, seemingly as furious with their situation as she was, and couldn't help but grin. Perhaps another type of fun was in order...and this time she could actually enjoy the fight.

"If you lead, I'll cover you." Glistening arms pulled back her bowstring, drawing it taut against her cheek as yellow eyes scanned the foliage, wary, alert. A rustle and she immediately trained the tip of her arrowhead upon the point, loosing the bow. It was a risky move, but one she was willing to take with an arrow that wasn't hers, especially if it caught the patrol off guard. She heard a cry, which meant it had hit, but was probably not fatal...well that was fine.

Drawing another one directly after she watched Mamuro. Dhani were stronger than any one Myrian, but if they swarmed him...and she knew Myrian tactics, he could be gravely injured if not killed. The snakes were monstrous at times, but far from invincible. Her eyebrows knitted together at the transition her life had taken, from hunting to aiding Dhani...was it Caiyha's doing, simple chance? She couldn't be sure, but she wasn't about the bleeding die here, certainly not naked and sweaty.

She gave her own whistle, hoping to confuse the signals. If they were hunting her specifically they probably knew better, but...who knew what the Myrians final purpose was. Her own call was that of a ruby throated tanager, it signaled to double back for orders. She heard a counter-whistle belaying that order, then whistled again, adding to the desperation of the call. She grinned. Well this was just perfect.

She called out again, this time copying the order, but suggesting circling the opposite way that had been instructed previously. She heard a confused curse from the copse of woods to her right and zipped around the trunk of the tree, loosing another arrow towards the sound. This one missed, but she heard a curse and stumbling.

Keep them off guard and guessing. That she could do. Now she just needed some powerful Dhani back up and how could they lose then?

Images of Dhani looking like pincushions, blades and arrows peppering their dead hides filled her mind. Oh...that was right.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru glanced over towards Tinnok to see where they were as far as figuring out where the Myrians were. They were quiet little nats when they wanted to be and the only think one would hear is their arrows wisping across the air. The Dhani waited, he wasn't about to charge in without knowing just how many of them were out there.


"What are you ratss waiting for? Come on, sshow yoursself like you alwaysss do."


Suddenly there was a whistle, and Mamoru's head spun around to find the source of the call. Now he just needed to get close enough to pick them off as they tried to do to him from afar. Tinnok chimed in, sending bird calls back out, there was a delay and another call followed from the Myrian's location. This was exactly what he needed. Laying flat on the ground, the dhani started to slowly crawl toward the location where the calls came from.


"Jusst a little more..."


Another call went out from the same location again, and judging by it's loudness the Dhani could tell they were right behind the clutter of bushes and undergrowth. Sliding himself a bit closer he noticed bare feet on the ground a very short distance away. This was close enough and the trickster put his mark into action, calling to the senses of the three Myrians hiding and touching their sense of hearing. Suddenly, they would hear a hissing sound, very dhani like and a rattle to follow. The Myrian's turned their backs to the area they had been facing to combat what they assumed was an approaching Dhani.


With all three standing straight up and looking in the opposite direction, it should be easy for Tinnok to take them out. But Mamoru wasn't done just yet. He had already used so much djed between the earlier morph and the lengthy use of hypnotism, but it was necessary to use it again. If he found himself over giving it was the price he was willing to pay. He wasn't about to die at the hands of a Myrian, and he wasn't about to lose his newest play thing to the monkeys she was fleeing from.

"Alright Tinnok..get them moving and I'll ssurprisse them."

[Tinnok]

oocI'm pretty sure Tinnok wouldn't be able to hear Mamuro's illusion, so I'm going with that lol.

She dashed to another tree, watching Mamuro slide along the ground, even like a serpent in human form. She smirked, notched her bow and pulled it about halfway, prepping her arm muscles as she swung around the tree, pulling the string taut and watching she could she tanned bodies, distracted by...something. One didn't precisely question where a distraction came from, then released.

The shot missed, zipping in between two Myrian heads. Tinnok cursed, but she refused to let the failure daunt her. If one grew to doubt their skills when firing a bow, it would only lead to a worse performance. This time she didn't draw the string taut, for her enemies weren't that far away, and it also saved her some time. Calculating her previous error she shot the next arrow at the Myrians who had whirled to face their attacker, and successful took one of her assailants directly in the chest.

Her victory was short lived however, for as Mamuro completed his surprise attack, Tinnok had another problem: Namely a lithe Myrian female who had just pounced upon her like a jungle cat.

Tinnok snarled, letting her bow drop, feeling two strong hands slide around her throat. She sent a knee up into the woman's groin, only slightly more protected than her own, and shoved the female off of her, standing up and drawing both of her daggers.

It had been a while since she had tried dual wielding, and she was sure to b e horrid at it, but when you had two weapons and not one the enemy sometimes were taken aback...at least sometimes. This female, her long black hair woven into intricate braids tight against her scalp...did not seem daunted as she drew a long sword and hurtled toward's Tinnok's face.

The half breed raised her daggers up in and X motion, catching the blade between them, only having to jump backwards because her stance was all wrong and the long sword only hesitated for half a beat before slicing through the both of them. The Myrian female cursed and Tinnok grimaced as she charged forward, swiping at the woman's stomach with one blade, trying for a stab simultaneously. The move was uncoordinated, the stab weak in comparison to the slice, and she could almost feel her opponent laughing at her as her long sword swiped the twin steel blades away from her stomach.

The half breed jumped back again, breath already catching from exertion. The Myrian growled at her like a dog. "Serves you right, Dhani Scum." She looked over Tinnok's body and shuddered in disgust, Tinnok's lips breaking out into a smile.

So she thought they were both Dhani...well that was helpful to note.

[Kalesserimamoru]

OOCNo that was just for the Myrians. XD

The trap had been set, and the hunters had now become the hunted. With the Myrians distracted, Tinnok had an easy shot without having to worry about them firing back right away. But Mamoru wanted in on the fun as well, the dhani willed his djed to flow forth once again, the focused centered on his body, and arms. Small, sharp bone like spears started to sprout from his flesh, dotting in small spaces all over his chest and back, and along both arms.


"I'll send you all to the void.."


Tinnok took the second shot and nailed the Myrian in the chest and sent him tumbling backwards. The tactics by the two working together had played nicely, and their adversaries were confused and taken off guard. Now it was his turn to act and Mamoru jumped up from the ground and aggressively slammed his spike covered shoulder into the closest Myrian and knocked him over. The spikes weren't long enough to pierce through his flesh, but they would easily puncture whatever skin they came in contact with.


The third Myrian attacked and as he raced towards the dhani with his long ax wielded above his head, the trickster sprung into action going low and shoving his body into the stomach of the man as he slammed him on the ground. He didn't wait to see how much damage he had done, and the moment he landed, he slammed his spiked forearms into the Myrian until he stopped moving. There was always such joy in killing a Myrian and Mamoru reveled in it.


Standing up, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, his teeth gritting together as he hissed. The Dhani spun around, arm lifting and spiked elbow swinging as it came into contact with the Myrians forehead. Blood started to pour down his forehead and he stumbled backwards holding his head and snarling in pain. Mamoru glanced over his shoulder to see the glinting edge of a hand ax had been dug into his shoulder.


"You're going to pay for thissss."


The trickster stared on at two Myrians standing in front of him. One who's face he had just wreaked and the other having his should up from his first attack. The bloodied Myrian still held one hand ax and his partner wielded some sort of curved sword. It didn't make any difference, they would both die soon. Mamoru tightened his fist, and three of the spikes protruding from his knuckles extended to twice their length and sharpness, he was ready for them.

[Tinnok]

It was Tinnok's turn to charge, daggers poised, she watched her opponents stance change to a defensive one, one leg back and ready for a full on assault that Tinnok wasn't willing to give.

Instead she hurled one of the daggers at the female's chest, twirling upon one foot and using the momentum to jump to the side and away from her aggressor. At first it seemed a silly ploy, for the first dagger was easy to deflect, dropping to the ground with a dull thud, but even as the female was turning to see what had happened to her opponent, Tinnok was hurling the second blade. It wobbled, and Tinnok's eyes squinted in frustration with her ill placed blow, but it gashed her adversary along the abdomen, causing her to flinch with a cry of pain, and allowing Tinnok to lunge from her crouched position, toppling her for and placing her own hands around her throat.

She saw the woman's eyes widen with fear, the realization that she might die. She saw that fury and determination to live, her legs flailing behind, arms attempting to dislodge Tinnok. The half breed lifted one knee and jammed it into the woman's shoulder blade, and saw the Myrian's eyes close with pain. Settling herself in she tightened her vice like grip.

"This is for everything you ever did." Her voice was cold, low so that only the Myrian could here. "All the stones you ever threw, all the dirty glances you shot my way."

She grinned. "Who will be the one laughing now?"

The truth was...neither. The euphoric sensation that Mamuro had instilled upon the half breed was long gone, and so was the thrill of this fight. As her opponents head lolled backwards, eyes rolling into the back of her skull, Tinnok rose, gaze somber. She had lost the ability to revel in the deaths of Dhani not long ago...and it seemed she might not ever be able to have such a feeling when it came to Myrians...at least not yet.

But that made four attackers, not the right amount for a fang, or even half of one. Tinnok was tired of running, so instead she slowly, methodically found each of her daggers and sheathed them, restored the bandages around her breasts, grabbed her bow and headed to the nearest tree.

She felt a bit of life return to her as she willed her center to come alight again. Already warmed up from the claw, it seemed the magic within her knew precisely where to go as it flowed down through her arms and legs, centering and pooling within finger tips and toes. She sat there for a moment, letting it sit, feeling the potential of such magic before lengthening and thickening her nails into claws. Then there was no time for waiting. She began to climb the tree, at first accustoming herself to not needing to rely on branches, then flying up the bark until she found a proper branch that gave her a good scope of the ground below as well as the surrounding area. She watched Mamuro duel his Myrians for a moment, suspicion in her gaze. Watching his pale skin move, strange protrusions coming from his flesh made something warm happen in her body, yet...she couldn't discover why.

Turning back to the tree she laid out ten arrows before her upon the moss in a line, kneeling upon the thick branch and notching an eleventh arrow to her bowstring. Then she cupped her hand over her mouth and replicated the piercing call of a laughing eagle, shrill and desperate. It would signal to any Myrian nearby that their fellows were in need of aid...which in this case was true. And now she could watch their progress and perhaps even pick them off one by one if she were lucky. A cold smile drifted to her lips and Tinnok scanned the brush below her. Time to wait.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Never fight fair, that was the way that Mamoru saw it. Fighting fair? Those were the words of someone who found themselves on the losing end of battle. Mamoru wouldn't be in that position. With the hissing and rattling fading away, he looked to create a new illusion. The gnosis on his shoulder started to faintly glow and suddenly he disappeared, or at least it seemed that way. His body had been painted over to mimic the the backdrop behind him, a glass clear object without the hard outer shell to reflect light.


The men looked at each other and around them in confusion. They were already injured, pissed and wanting vengeance, but they needed to find him for that. In the mean time Mamoru stood in front of them absolutely still as not to give himself away. He waited until their heads were turned from him and slowly raised his clawed hand and struck, ripping the flesh across one of their throats. The Myrian dropped his weapon and quickly wrapped his hands around his neck, coughing and watching his own blood squirt from his throat.


The other turned around just in time, and with good vision noticed the slight tremble in the fabric of the world and crossed his arms over his head before Mamoru slashed at him. The Myrian doubled back, his arms burning, blood seeping out of the wounds that had been inflicted. He darted out taking a swipe at the Dhani, but it was half hearted, no way he could tell what was where when he couldn't see his body. Mamoru slashed at him again, and noticing the wind movement, the Myrian ducked to avoid the blow, but wasn't expecting the stiff foot that slammed under his chin.


Stumbling back dazed, the Myrian lifted his head just as the dhani rushed in, wrapped his arms around him and slung him into the nearest tree where his brains splattered against rough bark. With the men dead so too was the illusion and the dhnai released it. He quickly backtracked to wear he had flung his robes and picked up his clothing. Looking around, he wondered what had happened to Tinnok and if she had survived so far. A piercing bird call caught his attention and lead him to look to the trees to find her resting on a branch.


It was time to play their game again it seemed. Moving to a near by tree, the trickster pushed himself against the trunk, and using his spike-like bubs to stick into the tree, he scaled upward and found his own branch to rest upon. Once he was settled he glanced at the woman across from him, tongue still wet from the meal he almost had. He released the flow of djed and the spikes soften, peeling away into his flesh once more. Grabbing his robes, he flung them back over and redressed himself as they waited. He was too tired now to do more, anything else would have to be a mind freak.

[Tinnok]

Already her body was oh so weary. She felt marks forming around her neck where the Myrian female had been able to grab her, and her body was sore all over, a weakness setting into her muscles from the much longer morph. She flexed her fingers and toes, putting her bow down long enough to limber up her arms as well, observing Mamuro as he came up to join her. She inclined her head to him, noticing a glimpse of crimson before he slid the robe back on his pale form. She opened her mouth to suggest dressing the wound, then closed it and turned back to her vigil.

They had to be near, fangs didn't separate for more than a bell's time before re-grouping. Even if they hadn't heard her call they would go searching, but there wasn't as much daylight left as Tinnok could hope for, and she needed her hunters to come sooner rather than later.

When she caught sight of them she smiled knowingly. Crouched deep int the brush, nearly on all fours because of the element of unknown they were creeping into, she could make out deep brown and black heads of hair rustling through the foliage.

She counted silently. One, two, three, four, five, six. Yes that would do it.

One, perhaps the fang leader created a point of a V, two figure spread out to their left, three to their right. It would be best to down that particular target first, put the main hub of leadership out of commission. She drew the bow string back, this time she did it far enough for the bow to creak slightly under the strain, her muscles roaring with pain. It would be fast, there was little wind, and she had the advantage of height. Making sure to take an extra tick to finalize her decision she loosed the bow and watched it soar downward. She couldn't see precisely where the shot had hit, but suddenly the form in front disappeared into the brush and the other heads were looking up and around, running to cover. She hadn't much time.

She drew and loosed three arrows in quick succession. Two missed, merely attempting to keep her prey form circling out of her vision, the third downed another figure, and she could tell from the way the body was splayed out upon the ground that they were dead, while the one she had assumed was fang leader was slowly picking themselves up off of the ground.

She cursed and drew another arrow, glancing at Mamuro for a moment before taking aim again, a bead of sweat dripping down from her brow as the heat and exertion seeped into her being.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru sat silently, waiting and watching. His chest rose and fell quickly though through his robes it was probably hard to tell. He was tired, sweaty and the wet, burning in his shoulder hadn't gone unnoticed. How deep was it, he hadn't checked, but he could feel his cold blood dripping down his back even now. But it would have to wait until the battle was over and he had the time to see about it.


He glanced towards Tinnok again with a smirk, eyes wide as he licked his lips. Perhaps the death and killing of Myrian's hadn't been to her liking, but Mamoru was enjoying himself once again. There was blood spilled and splattered around them, and dead Myrians here and there, it was a sight of beauty much like his companion. He had been so close, but he would have her one day, even if he had to wait a while.


The rustle of bushes caught his attention and he looked down from the tree to find their prey. He could see them crawling close to the ground as they looked around for their target. The trickster hissed softly and frowned, he wanted so much to dive out of the tree and have at them, but he didn't think he'd be much use. His muscles were already twitching and adding to it, the aches and pains he felt from the wound on his shoulder didn't help.


There were six of them, a small enough number for him to reach out too once they were closer. He could only hold the illusion for half a bell but he wouldn't need it for even that long. And so he waited, watched them coming closer and closer to the trees. Tinnok took the first attack and Mamoru watched as she caused the v shaped group to scramble away and duck for cover. It was a good shot, much better than anything he could do with a bow and she even killed one.


5 to go, and as the supposed leader started to move around again, Mamoru saw his chance. He first searched the area for the other four and once he found them he created an illusion for their eyes only. The leader, the man who stood up would appear as a Dhani, green skin, rough scales and a tail that whipped out behind him. The man himself, could not see this, only the trickster and the four that he touched with the illusion. He smiled evilly watching to see what would happen when the men suddenly, for no reason turned on their leader.


There was confusion in their eyes, but the sight of the huge Dhani erased any rational thought they may have had. Myrians were Myrians and so they acted, with a war cry and raised weapons the four of them raced in slashing and hacking away at the Myrian they assumed to be a Dhani. Mamoru cackled softly under his breath..what fools they were.