Seneca of the Cocoons 5

[18:29] Bijel Volk asks, "What's your name?"
[18:29] Seneca asks, "Do you need assistance si- Sorry, I am Seneca the fifth. Hello, who are you?"
[18:30] Bijel Volk says, "Hmmm..."
[18:30] Bijel Volk asks, "How old are you?"
[18:30] Seneca says, "...That is very creepy to ask but I am... Uh."
[18:30] Seneca does some internal mathamatics trying to recall how old they actually are.
(Seneca)
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[18:31] Seneca says, "Nineteen."
[18:31] Bijel Volk says, "Good."
[18:31] Bijel Volk says, "You're coming with me."
[18:31] Seneca says, "I'm sorry but I'm not interested in strange men found in the forest."
[18:31] Bijel Volk says, "That wasn't a question."
[18:32] Seneca says, "Oookay."
[18:32] Seneca asks, "Where would you wish for me to go?"
[18:32] Bijel Volk says, "You'll see long enough."
[18:33] Seneca says, "Ominious but... Nay, I shall not accompany you."
[18:33] Seneca says, "Thank you."
[18:33] Bijel Volk says, "That's too bad."
[18:34] Seneca says, "Have a good day."
[18:34] Bijel reaches for the sword on his back.
(Bijel Volk)
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[18:34] Seneca reached for his sword, Bijel's that is.
(Seneca)
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[18:34] Seneca says, "Please, no need for that."
[18:35] Bijel Volk says, "Then come along willingly."
[18:35] Bijel Volk says, "No need for me to break your legs and drag you by the hair."
[18:35] Seneca says, "I cannot it i- See? You say mean things and then wonder why I do not follow."
[18:36] Bijel Volk says, "Look here, boy."
[18:36] Bijel Volk says, "I am in no gaming mood."
[18:36] Seneca says, "You must be in a rough spot. Please, sit and tell me about it I may be able to help."
[18:36] Seneca says, "But I cannot simply go with you sir."
[18:36] Bijel Volk says, "Very well."
[18:36] Seneca says, "O' good you've decided to talk."
[18:40] The Wolf merely steps forth, using his leg aimimg for Seneca's knee, the kick is brutal - if Seneca braces said knee, it might break on contact - the weight and sheer size of the Wolf is impressive to say the least.

His sword follows to pin against his throat, threatening. "You'll come with me."
(Bijel Volk)
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[18:46] The felinae is known to have incredible hearing, and the phrase "You'll come with me" draws him to the scene. Jumping from tree to tree until finding both his friend, and the one who'd commanded him to come with.

Dropping behind him, "I'm sorry, did I hear that correctly?" Ryan brought only the lightest of his energy to the front, coating his fists with a light sheet of raw mana. He still didn't know everything, but signs were pointing to an assault.

"Everything alright Seneca?"
(Ryan Speranza)
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[18:48] The Femboy of the Lake was unprepared for the sudden strike to there knee. Luckily they'd collapse like a sack of flour tossed from a moving flour wagon. Hitting the ground with a loud "Ooof!" as the air escaped from his lips.

IT was then that they felt a sword pressed upon there throat. This would be the end for the young hero of Kraus. They looked up from the ground towards Ryan. "Everythigns alright, just an old man lonely and looking for comfort. Maybe a little testy about it though, I feel bad it must be why he is lonely."

As they spoke there scale's seemed to harden, a bone layer coating there throat as they brought a hand up to grip the balde of Bijel. Draconic claws wrapping around the blade.

"Please sir, reconsider and we can talk this through."
(Seneca)
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[19:01] Bijel's grip around the hilt of the sword tightens - remember the sensation Douma gave you - he thought to himself. All that lack of confidence he held within him was slowly shaking loose - this was a good opportunity to learn how to use his new leg, either way.

Combat is what the Wolf lived for - focusing on the sensation granted by the demon, the Stardust within the air slowly begins to react to Bijel's command, slowly - though - no real effect on his surroundings besides a slight glow aorund him, a tough of the moon ever so slightly turning their surroundings colder than expected.

Not even his ice is so cold and gloomy. The energy Bijel is trying to drive from the moon is unstable at best - as such, he's slowly focusing on the sensation it gave him earlier - hoping they don't blow up in his face this time. He was hunting prey, after all.

Ryan received the boot to the face, knocking him down as Bijel focuses on Seneca.
(Bijel Volk)
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[19:05] "Oh jeez!"

They smacked the sword away and scooted back until coming to a tree. Once there they simply rolled out of the way and jumped up! A flap of there unfurling wings taking them higher into the sky for a moment.

Once air-born they drew there blade, breathing a little heavier with the cold. The Drakanite radiated heat from his form as he started to prepare for the battle. There blade sliding behind them, left handed stylings.

"I apologize but I must defend myself in a situation such as this!"

With that shouted the man took a deep breath, exhaling as they did so the snow around them began to melt. Smoke unfurling from there nostrils as they focused there hamon. Eye's slitted violet hues glowed brightly as they narrowed in upon Bijel.

Then came the charge!
(Seneca)
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[19:15] ** Bijel Volk has inflicted an injury upon Seneca. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:28] The fight was intense against the bone magi, Bijel watched as the Drakanite moved himself with finesse - fighting him a little closer to fighting the Titan Neries, his old mentor - it was a difficult job keeping him down, despite his inexperience - worthy of praise indeed..

But then again, the Moon was not on his side - despite the sun rays getting in the way of the moon's wisdom to be visible, it did not mean it wasn't there to support the wolf in his conquest. His speed, despite it being monstrous as is - managed to quite literally exceed its limits.

Dodging the bones being flung at him, one of them deflected with his sword, the Wolf managed to utilize the usage of his mythril leg to a better extent, allowing it to work on conjunction with his body to not let him get slower in return, it gave him a better center of gravity.

Bijel after accolating enough stardust within his palm, yellow-ish glow started to get stored up in the tip of his palm, he wasclose to the feminine looking male before him, so he decided that if it was going to blow up - might as well; hitting him in the pulexus knocking the wind out of him while burning his mark against his chest.

"Told you I'll break you if you didn't come willingly." The blast would then direct Seneca to the nearest tree, head first, knocking them out cold.

First meal he captures for lady Veles.
(Bijel Volk)
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[19:33] "Ah. How interesting.."

Where the Spider steps in, he doesn't particularly find himself immediately wanting the likes of Ryan or Seneca. Quite on the contrary, he's had a purpose of his own.. and it certainly did not align with the Tower - or whatever it is that Veles planned. If anything, there's but one thing which he had been thinking of.

"Bijel, was it?"

A single glance is given to the male upon arrival. The work that he planned for himself would imply that the likes of him would be taken.. if only because he wished to discover the effects that the mutations he's heard of that are worked by the Naga upon the captives. And while Senev疝 does not know for certain..

Why not test it?

"..Capturing someone, hm?"

"I didn't expect you to be this lively after all of the talking that you've been doing at the Tower." One thing is certain.. it doesn't seemlike Senev疝 bothers to hide anymore- for even around potential enemies such as Ryan and Seneca, he talks of this out loud.

"Do tell me."

"What Veles was up to as of late?"

It seems that Senev疝 simply.. doesn't care what others have thought of, or were up to- instead, he'll have his answers.

One way or another.
(Senev疝)
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[19:34] Lukas was on a stroll. Simple. No goal in mind aside from going from one place to the other. It's usually without much event- Until they pass the church and waterfall to be greeted with sounds of combat.

Something occurred.

They approached idly to see Bijel bring down a Drakanite. Tired oceans hues gaze about, watching the situation from afar. Not really interested in stepping in but observing. The Drakanite had been rendered unconscious, poor thing.

Their hand rested on their cheek, head tilting off to the side.

"First you gave me coin for an odd job and now you're out beating up people? You're a real busy man." They looked at Seneval and Maeve who arrived, greeting the time with a smile before looking back at the conflict before them.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[19:36] Ryan was kicked towards another tree, making a visible impact against it. But seeing Seneca downed and at the mercy of the demon-collaborator brought the full strength of his energy magic through his circuits.

Droplets of mana bleeding through his skin, slowly rising into a torrent of blue energy. It wasn't a draconic shift, or a mist of frozen rain. It was just mana, nothing special to it. A mana he had worked to master beyond that of ethereal light of the stars, or the corruptive essence of demons.

"You're wide OPEN!"

A palm of energy at his exposed back. Enough to drive him away from his downed companion and bring his attention to the felinae. Would he win? Unlikely, even if his opponent was injured.

He didn't have enough raw power behind his blows; the skill he had learned with his fighting on the streets and the meager training in the order could only allow so much.

But he would try, no matter that setback.

"I'd be more worried about me then someone who'd on the ground."
(Ryan Speranza)
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[19:40] The pain was what caught his focus the most, it hurt a lot. Almost as bad as the injury inflicted by the occultist within the park. Yet, not so fiercely or at-least it didn't feel as bad.

Maybe, it's just the fact they were half awake. They'd probably regret the whole not going willing thing. It was often the case when one lost a battle such as this. Though, upon the ground they looked outwards towards Ryan who prepared for the coming battle.

It seems they'd be in the mercy of Bijel or at the hands of Ryan. Looking away there gaze turend tot he sky, a soft mummer upon there lips as they issued a prayer. A mantra kept to themselves.

'Kraus, Creator and guide of Eternia. Forgive me for coming to blows with another person.' Softly the words were whispered as they gazed into the sky. Breathing coming hard and labored a they tried to steady there bodies pain.
(Seneca)
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[19:40] Maeve was quite innocently skipping through the forests, initially in search of Lupin. But, funnily enough, by some wicked twist of fate... She runs into Ryan again. The same Ryan who threatened to crush her legs and take her into Osrona for some illegal activities with whoever 'Erika' was.

Though, obviously... She does notice Bijel and... the one known as Seneca being slung through the air and into a tree. It reminded her of what Cameo did to Lukas yesterday.

It truly did.

Her lips pursed to speak up, mana met her vocal chords.

"You...~" It echoes countless times throughout the woods. Not due to volume, but some other force. Likely just widespread manipulation of hearing.

"You�" A little firmer. Well, a lot.

"Oh me, oh my... So you meet my eye~..." She rhymes. The blast of energy sent at Bijel was ignored. She's interrupting.

"Come. Here.Come. Near. My legs remain in a state of uncrush. Why don't you do so, rush."

A strange flickering of blackened wisps rolls forth in plumes - not occultic by any means. It was something else. All rushing forth to engulf Ryan where he stood.

She did not take kindly to past threats. Clearly.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[19:49] Bijel sniffed the air once to realize that Sevenal was on his way here, he quite literally ignores Ryan's approach from behind, going to pick Seneca up - there wasn't much for him to do but to deliever the meal.

Exhaling slightly, the blast of energy seemed to have a side effect on his own palm, still instable, not quite capable of being monitored all too well, in fact, he's fared much better using his dodgy ice - which by all means was as moody as a drunken Effie.

"Took you long enough." Bijel said, after hearing Sevenal speak, he hoisted Seneca like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder, turning to see meave dealing with Ryan - there wasn't much for him to do otherwise - seemed like the two had a grudge and the Wolf was content with one victim today.

"Ah, a bit of this - a bit of that." He spoke, under the hood - yellow gleaming eyes staring back at the spider demon - viper like, reflecting the little bit of sun that shoots towards them.

"You should come around more often, you seem like a good fella to chat with." In truth, Bijel didn't really want to tell what Veles had planned, he had no idea - she merely mutated him because she found his bravery impressive.

"I'll be heading back home, you coming with?" He addresses Sevenal, before peering over to Lukas. "Oh hey there, Lukas. Frenerid was happy with the rubs you gave him." He smirks, clearly pulling a joke at Lukas' expense. "He might come by more often now."
(Bijel Volk)
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[19:51] .
(Bijel Volk)
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[19:52] ok....
(Maeve Illumir)
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[19:52] wow
(Ryan Speranza)
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[19:53] Seneca's Egg was stolen by Bijel Volk.
[19:53] Seneca's Egg was stolen by Bijel Volk.
[19:53] Seneca's Egg was stolen by Bijel Volk.
[19:53] Seneca's Egg was stolen by Bijel Volk.
[19:53] Seneca's Egg was stolen by Bijel Volk.
[19:55] "Home?"

There's an amused smile. One which suggests that Bijel clearly misunderstood the purpose of the Spider here.. and one thing is clear - he doesn't intend to simply allow Veles to have yet another subject to experiment upon.

Why?
Because he needed a fest himself.

And most certainly, he required Essence.. something that would be needed in order to ensure that he would carry on with what he desired for; and so, when Bijel intends to walk away elsewhere, there's but one sentence.

"Where do you think you're going.."

Senev疝's hands extend out, the blackened threads extending out to immediately block the path right infront of Bijel; it becomes rather evident that the Spider had no intention to allow the feast to someone whom he still deemed as the enemy.. if only because the actions of Veles directly contradicted his own.

It doesn't help that they actually denounced him too.

"I'm afraid you will be coming back to Veles with empty hands, Bijel."

"Because until something peculiar is settled, that Naga will have to be a little more patient- and considerate- of her other kin. Else, we'll have bouts such as these, hm?"

A smile. Still, with Bijel's path blocked..

"I'll have two things."

"You, and that captive. Come along.. and I just might not tear you apart, hm?"
(Senev疝)
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[19:55] {Item} You picked up Egg x5. Dropped by Bijel Volk.
[19:58] Those tired hues of theirs watched as Ryan went for Bijel- Then for Maeve to intercept. It got a tad interesting. It served as some sort of distraction- But their features did cringe together at Bijel's words.

"Phrase it as such and I'll wring your neck. Take your person and..." Those same hues looked at Senenval step over and demanded the Drakanite and Bijel. They glanced at the exchange between Maeve and the other.

"Hungry or something?" Their hand eased from their cheek and over their mouth-- Shocked, almost. Not entirely. The Warlord simply watched for now.

No attachment to either person, the Drakanite or Bijel.

"There's plenty of 'food' around, Seneval. You're gonna steal his?" They ask with a slight head tilt.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[19:58] Bijel oils his witcher sword with anarchoid oil to deal more damage against the spider.
(Bijel Volk)
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[19:59] Interruption. His mind, like usual, had been set on the enemy before him. But the stench of the one who had tricked him before drew off his attack. If the demons wanted to infight, so be it.

Rage-filled cat eyes glared at the younger girl who had come back for him.

"...How dare-"

His energy rises, pushed beyond his normal output by the seething of his mind. That this girl would choose this path, and would flaunt it so openly while traveling with these degenerates.

"You are incorrect, I'm not going to crush your legs."

Steely knuckles clash against each other, erupting in blue lightning. A righteous, zealous anger fueled his power, an anger with purpose, not a destructive and passionate evil.

"I'll break every single bone in your body, and only at the brink of your life will Erika save you. You'll be healed; mind, body, and soul. Learn not to spend your time with this filth."

Good, but not nice.
(Ryan Speranza)
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[20:06] The Wolf merely squints at the spider. Really? Was Sevenal going to interfere with Bijel's hunt? That wasn't respectful at all. His sword in hand, a hint of anger taking place within the Wolf's own visage. He had no qualms in demon politics, really - but he wasn't going to stand down from a threat towards himself.

"Listen. You have plenty other--- snacks around here and yet you decide to come for mine? Are you that lazy? I care not for what lady Veles has done nor did, it doesn't involve me. I only follow orders." He merely rested his sword against his shoulder, bending his knees slightly to keep his center of gravity intact.

"... So you either let me go with my prey or there'll be trouble. Believe me. I don't want trouble." He'd lower his hood, smirking ever so slightly - fangs on full display, Bijel not only grew in size - but his maw had changed as well. Histeeth looked sharp enough to dig through anything.

He was not afraid from a soft squishy looking demon like Sevenal is, barely raking in the effort to look at him as equal - but there was still one problem with this - with these creatures, looks can certainly be deceiving.

"What will it be Sevenal???" Bijel's hands grow all the more warmer, his affinity to the ice set aside as he collects more onto the stardust above, hoping the moon would deem him worthy yet again. His body still ached from the previous battle.

Alas.

The Wolf was not stepping down, he was certain of himself and his abilities - his hands slightly begin to glow with the double edged energy he drew - dancing within the moonlight, perhaps that's what Douma meant, hmm?

The sword dancer was prepared.
(Bijel Volk)
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[20:14] A mere pawn.

That is precisely the way that Senev疝 was seeing Bijel.. and the fact that he was threatening Senev疝 at all caused him to laugh. This man, this twisted pariah actually trying his hand against the Spider demon? Against ascended Demon that stood before him?

"You pitiful Man.."

"You were given Sight, yet you do not see."

The inferiority of his fate. The immeasurable, overwhelming odds that he's trying himself against in endeavour such as this.. even now, the blackened threads only extend, warping the entirety of the area around them- the shadows flicker, sinking the two of them in a nightmarish bubble with countless hands of the shadow reaching out to Bijel. Already he finds himself vastly outnumbered..

It is the Spider's domain, his territory.
And he's but an intruder here.

"You are but a vessel to their will.."

"And there are others."

The creeping sensation upon his Essence crawls like no other. For the sheer potency of Occultism was immeasurable comparing to any human. No, this was no ordinary Occultist.. this was a Pureblood Demon, and Bijel has made a great mistake - a mistake of trifling with one.

A pair of sanguine eyes stare upon Bijel- enough to pierce the soul of a man, quite literally. For already he feels a clutching presence from within.. one that intends to snuff him out.

"What will it be?"

"Oh, let me play it out for you. You'll take the main role.."

"And your finale will be one of agony."

The shadows lengthen. Already he finds himself trapped, suffocating..

And this has only begun.
(Senev疝)
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[20:25] Their interest piqued as tensions between Bijel and Seneval grew. Truly, this was lazy on the Spider's part. If he wished for food he could've attacked anyone yet he stopped and chose Bijel in the midst of his hunt? Their lips curled into a slight smile, amused by it all.

As the two readied themself, the Warlord stepped over and made sure the unconscious Drakanite was out of the way of things. It didn't seem like Lukas was taking the person-- The simply positioned them against a tree a bit of distance away. Standing beside them, their arms folded over their chest, watching the two with great interest though occasionally looking back at the Drakanite.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[20:29] Bijel merely swallows a bottle he has lying on his belt - the rage potion kicking in effect. Bijel needed all the help he could get against the spider demon, these things were not to play around with - he knew that already.

While not wasting the effort talking to Sevenal anymore, the Wolf merely kept his contact with the Moon more clear, more active - if it was time to decide his worth, it was now. He decided to not care and charge himself up with cosmic energy, to the prim - he needed to be quick and strong to take the ascended demon down.

"Lady Veles does not appreciate your tone." Bijel merely spoke, gritting his teeth - a twisted smirk making it's way over onto his featuresa, he merely bends his knee once - going as far as to lower himself to the ground - such techinque Bijel hadn't used for a year, time to test it after soldifying it a year earlier - this time to see if his mythril leg would get in the way of his momentum.

The Wolf merely strides forward with his sword, the first cleave - his feet shift in motion, his mythril limb was a little too light than his other leg, but this called for better techinque - the mechanical limb would be much more enticing to fight with, after all - he could do things that would hurt his other leg and vice versa.

He twists his mythril ankle, allowing the return to force himself with his sword towards the demon's face. He wasn't taking any chances, after all - he was lost his adrenaline and rage.
(Bijel Volk)
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[20:30] They weren't sure what was happening, looking at the situation from a vague miasma of pain. Yet, they'd struggle to focus. It was becoming easier, the pain lessening as there prayers helped to steady there mind.

There yes had yet to open but the quick motions fo there lips ceased. It wasn't as if they'd stopped there fervor but they'd lost focus with the coming of the demon and it's ally. Wait, the young girl who'd been reported?

She was right, that was cute. All children were cute, as he'd claimed. Such was the power of prophecy. Though, they felt hands on them and seemed to slowly open there eyes. Violet serpentine eyes looked up to the woman who'd grabbed them.

At-least it looked like a woman, though there vision was blurry and hard to make out anything clearly. All they could tell was that there friend Ryan and the child were gone and that the shadowy figure seemed to be attacked Bijel?

It was concerning... Scary even, but then again what could he do? He was to weak to try and save his fellow human from the Demon. Even if perhaps Bijel had chosen to serve them, had tried to break him.
(Seneca)
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[20:41] SNAP.

A twig, nearby, snaps.

Someone is there. Someone is here, now, in the vicinity, not showing themselves. And they're evidently not very good at hiding, because they just stepped on a whole twig.

No further movements. They appear to be just observing.
(Teodor Hargrave)
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[20:45] There's no doubt that Bijel is a capable fighter.

So much so that he was capable of opposing even the demon in such manner, but.. where the shredding ice particles and the slashes of the sword get to him, the Spider Demon seems a bit.. surprised at the notion, if only because it suggests a single thing - the mutations that Veles has been pushing into Bijel are actually effective.

"Oh.."

"How odd."

A tiny mutter, and yet.. the hit that could perhaps reduce Senev疝 down on the ground is instead passing through particles of shadow- for Senev疝 becomes the incarnate of darkness, enough to sink into the grounds below and simply disappear from the sight. A single voice echoes through the bubble.

"I underestimated you, but you're surprising."

"Last time, you were fairly pathetic, back when I considered taking you in.. but perhaps, you'll be fairly useful?"

Yet, with that said, a claw of shadows appears. One that strikes Bijel against his back.. one that is enough to already drive him back, and the swordsman finds it much, much more challenging to keep Senev疝 at bay; such strikes are accompanied by something powerful, enough to clutch it out the victory that could be otherwise in his hands.

"You didn't think you were actually going to win, did you? As much as Veles has clearly mutated you, it isn't enough to contend with our kind."

"Not by the long shot."

The rotting presence brews within. One that targets his Essence directly, draining him, weakening him.. up until he finds himself gradually slipping to the feeling of sickness- and the blackened thread wrap around him, one limb at a time, until he's incapacitated entirely.

For his very spirit feels drained, almost as if there's naught but a husk of a man.

"Amusing. But I don't have whole day."

At last, Senev疝's true form appears- it is rather clear that some cuts did come through, enough to portray injury on him, but.. it is nothing too much. He grasps onto Bijel, intending to drag him..

Before his eyes search for Seneca.

"Now.."

"Where was the second one..?"
(Senev疝)
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[20:50] Was over under a tree, next to Lukas. Gazing at the results of the battle with a dulled expression. Probably in a lot of pain if anyone had to guess. Also probably experiencing some mixed feelings about what all has gone down.

"..."

Serpentine hues of violet looked upon the man as they gazed at them. It wasn't a very pleasing sight to see, spiders were kinda creepy. Though, it would be rude not to at-least...

"Aha- Ouch. Hail stranger."

What else were they supposed to say? This wasn't an everyday occurrence for them. Awkwardness abounded as they silently hissed in pain.
(Seneca)
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[20:53] Lukas leaned against the tree they laid the seemingly unconscious Drakanite against. Somewhere, they heard a branch break. Maybe it was an animal- One frightened by the fighting and conflict. The very presence of Seneval making them feel uneasy--

Still, they watched. Eyes narrowing as the two went at it. The Spider manipulated shadows with ease. Those threads and such making the area seem like a giant spider web. Throughout it all, they glanced down at Drakanite, knowing why their husband had a disliking towards spiders.

A loud thud against the ground. They looked back once more to see Bijel on the ground. Ouch.. Followed by the voice of Seneca.

"Hello there. You took quite the beating... But.." Lukas put their index finger over their lips, leaning down a bit to Seneca as they sat on the grass. "Shh~ That demon is looking for you~" Shushing the Drakanite in a soft, low voice, they returned to standing up straight. Not another word spoken. Perhaps Seneval didn't see where Lukas dragged the poor thing off to.

Ocean hues drifted about as they stood quietly- Mostly to where they heard that twig snap. They looked at the tree, its trunk and around it mainly.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[20:56] Seneca blinked at the display, cutting off there words mid-sentence as they quietted down. They certainly wouldn't argue with such a command, not really looking all that great at the moment.
(Seneca)
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[20:59] A chilling wind brushes into the forest and those nearby. Leaves twist and turn up on the canopies. They rustle and dance. A few drop down from the trees and gently circles back down to the earth.

Where they will decompose, eventually, and feed new life.

For a moment, Lukas might feel something... nostalgic.

Nearby, a man reaches for his weapon. He can't see everyone present through the thick brushes. But, he can smell something.

He stays to find out what exactly is happening. He risks being found out, however. Any one of the people nearby could just blast the shrubbery he was hiding near and reveal him. Teodor was never very good at hiding.
(Teodor Hargrave)
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[21:02] Bijel had fought with true primal instict driving him - the spider demon? He knew well to steer clear of such a raging madman. He moved through like a beast - on his own accords and the raging potion? It just helped that case - it allowed him to settle in the mindset of a predator hunting down the tiny spider, which was his prey.

There's not much the Wolf can do to chase around him - appearing from shade to shade, the demon was very interesting to fight, to say the very least. But he forgot one thing, the mutations worked and Bijel could smell where he's coming from. While still not in attunement with his enhanced senses, he was adept enough to tell where the demon was coming from next.

A shadow claw to his back? Bijel saw that one coming, hearing the soft twitch in mana in the air, smelling the demon's scent - his momentum was building up with each slice of punishment he dealt Sevenal, cutting through his clothesand sometimes knitting at his flesh - but the real blow?

The exploding cosmic energy that travelled through his sword, knocking the demon back as the shades knocked the Wolf out, the energy burns through both Bijel's and Seneval's flesh. For better or worse, Bijel was able to hold in much more cosmic dust than he was prior, and his movement with his new leg?

That's yet another improvement he gained today, he truly fought like a beast and got the demon to shiver during their fight. "This... Isn't over." Bijel dozes off to sleep, his blade digging into the grass next to him.
(Bijel Volk)
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[21:08] Maeve, by the time she'd defeated Ryan, had long since dispelled the telltale signs of what she was. And then she'd recalled Senev疝. Was fighting. The young girl made her way over, hauling Ryan along with her.

She seemed to arrive as Bijel was defeated?

Though, she gazed off into the direction of rustling. Instead of approach it, or inspect it - she spoke aloud to no one in particular.

"Well, time to go. Medical treatment for this one to go." She rhymes in reference to Ryan. Though, she sounds and looks convincing, at least.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[21:09] There's no doubt that this cosmic discharge had hurt him. But.. it remains an endeavour in which the flesh of the demon is already beginning to regenerate, where the sturdiness and stamina provides a necessary backbone in order to make sure that he perseveres. Still, he finds one thing certain - Bijel most certainly improved.

"Tsk.."

The only remark, before the man is already wrapped in a shadowy cocoon, if only to be carried by a swarm of the spiders that are seemingly made out of the shadows; they're much akin to his puppets, and yet, he turns towards Seneca, a smile appearing on his features - despite the best attempts to hide him.

After all, their kind possessed rather keen hearing.

"Ah.. there you are."

Already the shadowy spiders creep towards Seneca- and unless there was anything to stop, they would soon have him wrapped in a shadowy cocoon as well, if only to carry him away.

Otherwise, he had no intention of staying.
(Senev疝)
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[21:15] At the tree they stared at something stirred- Leaves fell rather unnaturally. Their attention completely left Seneca for now, eyes trailing up to see a figure garbed in black. Someone was there and watching yet not doing anything. Demons were present, presumably Osronans, yet this figure idled and watched-- Narrowed hues remained on the tree until Lukas' body jumped a bit- The body beside them encased in shadows.

"Aw. I told you to be quiet."

Were Seneval to give up the rather easy hunt, they had an idea in mind. So much for that. The Warlord had zero intention of truly getting involved. No benefit at all. With a slight frown, they waved to the cocooned Seneca before heading to the suspicious tree. Once there, Lukas put off their force into a kick- Which would cause the tree to shake quite a bit, hopefully knocking whoever was there out of it.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[21:15] At the tree they stared at something stirred- Leaves fell rather unnaturally. Their attention completely left Seneca for now, eyes trailing up to see a figure garbed in black. Someone was there and watching yet not doing anything. Demons were present, presumably Osronans, yet this figure idled and watched-- Narrowed hues remained on the tree until Lukas' body jumped a bit- The body beside them encased in shadows.

"Aw. I told you to be quiet."

Were Seneval to give up the rather easy hunt, they had an idea in mind. So much for that. The Warlord had zero intention of truly getting involved. No benefit at all. With a slight frown, they waved to the cocooned Seneca before heading to the suspicious tree. Once there, Lukas put off their force into a kick- Which would cause the tree to shake quite a bit, hopefully knocking whoever was there out of it.
(Lukas mer Joyau)
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[21:19] "Mhm.."

The shadow spiders are promptly commanded to take upon Seneca, and already he's dragged off along with the rest- in particular, with Ryan and Bijel. Only time could tell what would transpire out of this, but..

The spider has gotten his prey, didn't he?
For now, he's leaving.
(Senev疝)
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[21:19] Seneca was drug off of course. What was he going to do? Fight back?
(Seneca)
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[21:21] Whoah, shit!

The tree suddenly shakes. He doesn't see who's responsible from his point of view. But he feels the tree buck and crack with the force of the impact. Like it's going to fall apart. He loses his footing, but it doesn't matter. It was time to act.

He leaps up out of the tree.

There, silhouetted against the dim sky, was a black figure of blond hair. His cloak flutters in the wind. It's covered in tears, holes, dried blood, and other unsightly viscera. He's wearing dark-grey armor plates and chains.

His eyes glow an artificial cyan. Electricity dances all around his body as he soars in the air, in the brief moment.

He looked a lot older to Lukas. Grizzled.

There was no smile on his face. There hadn't been for years.

A voice calls out. It echoes thrice, in multiple voices.

CREATURES OF THE NIGHT.
"CREATURES OF THE NIGHT."
CREATURES OF THE NIGHT.

"I am HERE to-..." his voice trails off.

He lands on the ground clumsily. He fucked up the dramatic landing.

He stares at Lukas, dumbfounded.
(Teodor Hargrave)
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[21:27] Maeve stared blankly at Teodor. Her gaze shifts from the man to Lukas - she looks to Lukas again. Then back to the man on the floor.

She glanced back towards Senev疝 - there's a look that seemed to signal everything was fine.

"Who is this one? Is he playing in trees for fun?" She shrugged a little before continuing elsewhere.

"Please remain calm. These ones need balm~."

Perhaps Lukas kept Teodor at bay as she departs.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[21:27] How peculiar..

For when he was about to make an exit out of this place, his gaze trails towards Teodor, rather amused in what he finds out. And yet, the shadowy cocoons containing Seneca and Bijel are left behind to be guarded by the shadowy spiders- despite the failed dramatic landing, he merely assesses the man first.

"..Oh?"

"Another challenger?"

But Senev疝 always valued the hunt, did he not? Even now, despite all of the opportunities to leave.. he imagines that simply walking away would be terribly, terribly boring - something that doesn't bring about anything, something that doesn't quite result in the things that he wanted for himself. And yet..

"Hm? You're here to what?"

"To take their place? To rescue them? To entertain me?"

"Speak.."
(Senev疝)
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[21:28] Maeve Illumir says