Fourth Connection: Kyrian v Cyano

Wychwood. Not exactly the best place, but a good way to get away from people and the city. Usually, she would try to be immersed in them. Furthering her own goals, and making sure things went her way. But with the Bastion of insanity that Danarium was right now, she simply needed to get away and give her mind a break. Too many stupid decisions were being made for her to feel anywhere near comfortable.

Unfortunately, it seemed that even in Wychwood, there were people. As she would find herself face to face with an Ookami. They weren't exactly rae, but she hadn't expected to find anyone out here right now. But, it seemed it was too late. Now she was here, and he was there. Not much she could do about it.
(Cyano Conablum)
 Ever since that one night. Kyrian had started have dreams about the same woman evey few odd nights. It was the same dream. Repeating itself over and over again. It slightly had affected him. As each time he would feel as if it was a new dream. Or that something different had changed. But no. His instincts had told him that it wasn't. That he had been there before, and the same thing would occur.

Each time it would replay in every so often dream. The scene where he ended up in the stonewalled hallway. Laying against 'Kysthana' as she carassed him against her body. Singing to him, and always asking the same two questions.

If he would do what ever he said and if he would ever question her. And each time he would say yes, and each time he felt as if he had the choice but at the same time. Did he? Was he really the one to give someone he didn't even know his trust? No. . . but why had he? He didn't know but she seemed seductive in everyway that he simply couldn't resist. No. . . It was impossible. . .

"What are you doing here?" Kyrian would say in monotone as the blue headed figure approached him out of the blue. But wait a sec. How could she possibly know that he was here? How did she find him?

Then it hit him. The cursid Mario from many months ago. He remembered the name because the girl from his dreams had told him one night while she sung to him.

Growling real low. Kyrian would show his fangs and extend his claws as he would begin to circle her.

"You came to finish what Mario start huh. . ." he purred his words as he tried to find an angle to strike at
(Kyrian Hayes)
Well this was a mistake it seemed. Barely met, and he already thought she was trying to kill him. Of course, she wasn't sure what to expect from some random Ookami in the forest. They usually weren't the most civilized people, and certainly not trusting. Though, neither was she. So, it wasn't like she had much room to complain.

It was then that she asked why she was here. Well, she simply wandered. That was a good way to end up anywhere really. Coincidence was a strong thing. Though, judging from the Ookamis demeanor, she doubted he would take it as such. She had been hoping that going into Wychwood would be a peaceful affair. But, she supposed she had expected too much.

"Well, hmm. Clearly not here to do some relaxing anymore. Given how your circling, you wouldn't allow that. And, considering where you are, I would say your Feral. So, it isn't like talking would work."

Cyano would pull the sword from her back, and hold it at the ready. She was definitely prepared for a fight. Though, she certainly hadn't wanted one. But, one can't get everything they wanted, now could they? No, that would simply make life too easy. And when it was too easy, it was no fun.

"I doubt it would change anything if I said I didn't know a mario, would it. No? Didn't think so"
(Cyano Conablum)
As Kyrian's eyes would meet Cyano's, he would crouch even lower. It seemed as if there was something about her eyes that made him back away. As if it had a deep energetic blue, blooming from within. But that wasn't the case as she seemed to call him a feral. A feral? She dared called him a feral?!

Growling outloud this time, he would reveal each set of fangs that he had as he widened his smile. Kyrian would then reach behind him and grip the axe that stayed on his back. It was his choice of weapon ever since he took it from a bandit crossing through the woods, and now it would be used for a killing weapon. As that was he planned to do. His hatred for the color blue had seemed to grow as he was defeated by such a creature, and seeing that she was completely dressed in blue. It made sense for Kyrian to kill her. No. . . better yet. Sacrifice her to Saekanis by destroying her remains. To beat down upon her lifeless being when he finished her. Pound upon her body untill alll that remained would be just blood and bones and mushed up skin. He would ruin her. . . yes. . . He would obliterate her!

As Kyrian was having these thoughts. His expression would become feral. His eyes grew wild and so did his facial. And before he knew it. He already leashed out towards the blue haired girl. Swiping at the air as he roared out in rage.

"I will make sure all you blue-haired demons die!" roared!
(Kyrian Hayes)
 Well he was a violent one, now wasn't he. Most certainly feral. If not, at least partially. Her scan would go on, even as he grew more enraged at her. Well, that was his fault. If he couldn't take it, perhaps he could actually try being civil. But such a hope, it was simply a pipe dream. Anyways, she was most likely going to enjoy this. After all, it had been a little bit since she had been able to do something like this.

Already plans were made for how she would take him down. In truth, from the looks of it, it wouldn't be too difficult. But, just in case she would bring out an illusion clone of herself. It would most likely do most of the fighting, though it wouldn't be like Cyano herself wasn't doing anything. For now, she simply wanted to test to see the Ookamis limits...
(Cyano Conablum)
 "Die Die Die Die DIEEE" he screamt as he raised his axe above his head to deal a powerful blow!
(Kyrian Hayes)
Leashing out towards the blue haired demon. Kyrian would be the most wild creature at handling this bout as he would come at her head strong. Clashing blades with her at the start. But as he done so, he let go of the hilt with one hand and clawed at her chest. Before continuing with this first bout.

Trying his hardest to push her back as their blades still clashed. Kyrian smiled wickedly as he tried to over power her with pure force. But that wasn't it no. He needed a boost. A powerfull one.

Before Cyano could do anything to repel him or shove him away. A energtic shroud surrouded him. Covering him from head to toe. Amping his power as it pulsated from within to the air that surrounded him. Kyiran had seemed to learn how to control his "magical" powers whenever he was sung a lullby by the woman in his dreams.

Before he knew it. He was able to push the demon back. With pure force, he drove his axe into her blade. Sending her back into the woods with a hard crash.

But she wouldn't stay down and just get destroyed would she? No. She just had to get up and prevent the outcoming that was already set out before him.

"Stay down will Yah!" his voice ragged out as he came at her again with his blade high in the air
(Kyrian Hayes)
Cyano would find herself pushed down to the ground. He definitely had some muscles on him. Though, it didn't seem he had many on his brain. While he definitely had strength, she could see that he wasn't too experienced. She would use that to her advantage.

Before the Ookami could bring his axe down on her again, she would roll backwards and pick herself up. Again, she would summon her illusion clone, before charging at the Ookami. She wasn't about to let herself lose to him
(Cyano Conablum)
Cyano would fight ferociously, her and her clones attacks coming in perfect unison, all of it supported by her magic. Each one swinging their blade in time so as to strike wherever he wasn't blocking. Indeed, it wouldn't be long before she had him at her mercy.

"Come on then! I thought you were going to kill the blue haired demon!"

Cyano would yell as the battle progressed. Finally, she would let up for a moment so as to catch her breath. No doubt the Ookami would also need a moment, as the barrage of attacks would be quite tiring to block or avoid
(Cyano Conablum)
As Kyrian came towards Cyano once more. He noticed something this time. There seemed to be more than one than her. If not multiple.

The confusion halted Kyrian as he stood still and watched each of the figures move in rapid movement. Syncronizing with the other as the came towards him and attacked in unison.

This caused him to be overwhlemed as he tried to swipe at the one who seemed to strike first. But they all danced around him. Flipping around him or jumping about as if it were Matrix. It was insane but it only took minutes for him to fall to his knees in a heavy pant. The entire time he felt as if he was swinging at nothing. As all his hits never connected as she continued to pound upon him. Cutting him and bruising him all over.

Then she called out an insult. Which seemed to piss off Kyrian even more. Allowing him to erupt up and catch one of the blue-haired demons by the leg with his free hand. He then pulled the clone towards him as he brought the weapon down upon her. Slicing the body deep in its mid section. Causing the clone to spit out blood. But as it done so, it just seemed to fade away right afterwards. It seemed as if it was the wrong time for Cyano to stop her continous blows as he started after her again
(Kyrian Hayes)
Kyrian bounded towards Cyano. But she was just to far agile for him to get close in and attack. Which proved difficult as she continued to attack him, and all he could do is try and withstand the brutal attacks as would soon come to a fall.

How could he let this happen again? Was he really going to be defeated by another Blue-haired demon. It didn't matter to him what sex it was. But he couldn't understand why. Why it had happened. Why was he always being beaten by these outsiders!? Why?! Why was it only them who could defeat him and no one else. Why had that happened. Why is it happening!

Kyrian couldn't take it as he kept on getting assulated. He later then fell to his knees as the on-going attacks kept ripping at his flesh. Tearing him apart, piece by piece.

Kyrian felt cornered as he didn't know what to do against such an opponent before. It was just to many of the same person against one. He didn't know what to do. He just. . Couldn't take it anymore. It confused him just by trying to lock on to one target. But they kept on moving flowing through one another as if it was water running down a stream. It was hard to tell where one had went or where it would go.

Before Kyrian knew it. He was laying down on the ground. Surrounded in his own blood. Once again in brutal pain as he laid there at the womans Mercy.

"Sto- Stop it. . . I'm suppos- supposed to be th- the one winni- ack!" Kyrian managed to barely say softly before he was strucken again on his back by the cold feel of a blade.

Kyrian would attempt to get up once more to fight back, but she cut him down once more. The more he seemed to try. The more pain was brought to him. Where these blue-haired people this strong? Where they just simply unbeatable? Just as the thoughts of doubts would soon emerge in his mind. An alluring voice called out.

" It's time. . . . ."

A wild flicker of a fierce energy like aura beamed about. Brightening his body as it burned with brilliance. The sudden power came out with lots of power that caused the surrounding ground to tremble once more. But this time. His body didn't ache from the sudden power. Nor did it start to cause disformities. His body could hold it! His body had seemed to be stronger physically as much as it being spiritually. It was able to contain the power of which Kysthana was giving to him. Lending him her power in his time of need.

Before he knew it. He was already standing proud and tall as his appearance seemed to glow brighter, and so did his aura. It lashed out towards Cyano. As if it was threating to turn her to ash within seconds.

" This is what I promised you if you listened to me. Now here we are. DESTROY HER! Kysthana would yell out.

And Kyrian went with her command. He lashed out cutting down each clone as they tried to strike him down, and each time one would try to attack one of his blind spots. An immensive pressure of energy would repel them away. Sending them back with such force that they would become obliterated within seconds.

Before long, it would just come down to him and Cyano. Who seemed to be injured badly as he had caught her with multiple attacks from his axe as he brought an end to all her clones. Singling her out.

" This is what we ancestors call. "Ancestral Wrath". It's a power that only a few show promise too. Which makes you special. . . . . Now lets end this bitch" she would say softly. But bring up the tempo on the last few words.

Which Kyrian smiled brilliantly to as he looked at his body. Feeling the ancestral power flowing witihin his body. It felt nice. Amazing even.He felt as if nothing could stop him, and he was in control

Before he knew it, Kyrian lashed out and charge at Cyano once more. For their last battle
(Kyrian Hayes)
 One liners. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Cyano would groan at just how bad the one liner was. Seriously, was it even neccessary? Really, it didn't matter that she was once again letting her advantage slip, it just mattered that, his one liner. She couldn't let that go.

She would dust herself off, and pick herself up once more. She was really getting tired of being knocked down. Furthermore, she was getting annoyed with how long this was taking. She had better things to do then play with some Ookami child who was a bit too feral then he needed to be.

Wordlessly, Cyano would again charge at him. Another clone summoned, she wouldn't let go. Her full effort would be put into this. Mostly so she could end it quickly. The Ookami would find himself suddenly buffeted by pain from nowhere, seemingly, and red lightning surrounding him as Cyano and her clone let loose an unrelenting barrage of attacks. It was truly unlikely he would make it through this in one piece.
(Cyano Conablum)
It wouldn't be long before she had the Ookami on the ground. Looking down, she could really see it for what it was. Pathetic. A pathetic little creature, indeed. Honestly, most likely useless except to itself. It's feral nature making it nothing more then a savage. Though, that could be useful. Cyano would think on it a moment.

Quickly, a plan would formulate. If she left this Ookami alive, he would only cause problems. She didn't need that. She really, really didn't need that. But, if she killed him, she would probably get read the morality riot, and lose what little progress she had made. So, an alternative idea was formed. She had occultic magic, and illusion magic. Either one would be good.

Leaning down to the Ookami, she would simply tap his forehead. Her illusion magic would go to work. And, the Ookami would find the world melting away, Only him, and Cyano would be visible to him.

"So, you can't even beat me, can you?"

Cyano's voice would echo throughout his mind, her form would fade. Images of his defeat, would play over and over, seeminly for eternity, even though in reality it was barely seconds. His skin would melt away, pain would be felt through him as his skin disappeared, unknown whips stripping it from his bone. And then, it would stop. He would be fine. Though, if he looked around him, he would notice something. Himself, dead, his body, or rather, bodies would be piled around him. More of himself would fall from the sky, the area still an endless black void.


"I can make it stop, you know."

Cyano would appear behind the Ookami, or, he would think. Instead, she would be above him. His skinless skull all that was left. Thoughts would enter his mind, she could stop this. She could save him from this torturous void couldn't she? Whispers saying as much would say so. Oh, what was a bodiless Ookami skull to do?

"I can stop it. If you become mine."

Suddenly, he would see what would happen if he took her deal. He would feel power! An Ookami nation layed out before him, a person, his perfect person standing beside him. The perfect person, would be built out of what his mind thought they would be. But it would all disappear in an instant, replaced with the black void, and Cyano.

"so, your choice"
(Cyano Conablum)
As Kyrian came after Cyano. He felt as he was floating. As if the power that he had made him feel light. It made him stronger. Faster. Quicker. But the sudden boost was too much for him to control as he ran to strike and his axe felt to light so he ended up throwing himself off balance. He wasn't used to gaining all this power as it was truly incredible. But also destructive.

He seemed to have a nick for it when he was fighting multiple people. But was because there was more room to hit since there was multiple bodies. But now it was a single individual target.

Which made him have to focus in and concentrate as he went in for the kill. Taking a deep breath. He would begin to take things at a time. But Cyano wouldn't let him get used to his new powers as she went at him with all she had. Coming at him with swift and hard blows and crushing him before he got used to the insanely stong prowless that he can now maintain.

Before long. He was down and out. Laying on his back as he breathed heavily. Dragging the now roughed breath.

Kyrian would look up into the sky as he had come across a new-coming. But that might end, depending on how the blue-haired demon would be. Which seemed like he was going to die. As he saw sunlight before his eyes, soon to be blocked out by a figure of blue.

The next thing he knew was that he saw her lean down and touch him on the forehead. Then . . . . the world was melting away. . . . .

"So, you can't even beat me, can you?"

A voice would boom within his mind, echoing all around. Before long. Cyano would enter his sights for only a few seconds. Then everything went black as he remained where he laid.

Then suddenly it had seemed as if the plains would return, but now he was all alone. He looked around as he sniffed about, and the surrounding area smelled just like Wychwood. His familiar home. But something off. As he heard the clashing of weaponary and shouting in the distance. To which he would turn around and watch himself. In a feral state. Acting wild.

Kyrian didn't want to believe that it was him. But it was, and it scared him. How wild he acted. He was in berserk. Uncontrolled. Fierce. Wild.

Kyrian would get up and start running. Running away from the battle. But each time that he cleared a section of the woods. Another visualization of the two battling would appear. But he kept at it. Be each time he ran away. He was blocked with multiple scenes of them fighting the same battle that had just occured. Each one with him losing pathetically. The scene would replay over and over again as if he was put in an infinite loop. Which brought out his fear even more.

"Stop stop stop!!! I'm not like that!" he yelled out towards the skies above. He was surely wild. But he never acted that 'wild'. What he had saw was a beast. A creature. A monster. . . .

But then suddenly, the scenario changed. The fight would stop as his skin would start to melt away. Paining him severely as he screamed aloud. But no matter how much he screamed. The pain was still there as he watched his skin strip away. Flesh and all until it was nothing but bones. Then the pain had finally stopped. But as he came to that realization. He realized that he was staring a standing body of himself in the distance. lifeless. He saw himself dead in the distance. Causing him to fall down on his knees in disbelief. Is this is it. . .

Is this is how its supposed to be. This is the end. . . " I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my brothers" he thought as he stared at his lifeless body. But then mounds of his body would appear before that. Mounds of bodies would start to fall from the sky and mound up to form a mountain. The scary part was. Each of the dead bodies was him. Dead and lifeless.

"I can make it stop, you know."

The voice would ring out once more as Cyano would finally appear before him. Making him stare at her in horror. What was this? Why was she still here? What was this? Is it magic?! If so, it was the most horridenous type that he had ever seen in his life.

"I can stop it. If you become mind."

Then he would be shown a picture. A picture of him. Only older. Stronger. More toned. More . . . safisticated. Well mannered. With a great aura surrounding him as he stood tall in proud. It was basically a better representation of himself. But as Kyrian was still in shock and fear. Cyano seemed not to pleased about it as she crushed his perfect picture and shown something else as the entire scenario promised a black and death defying ending.

" so, your choice"

Kyrian would sit there in disbelief. Thinking back on his life. Then he would end it out by asking himself.

What would Krosious do. . . . .

And before long, Kyrian would say . . . .

"I'll be yours. . . "


(Kyrian Hayes)