A Rude Awakening

 Aziza was up to her typical exploring the same wychwood she usually does. The peace she felt in midst of nature. It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace, this was the closest to it she could have come. For now, it was a simple stroll but of fuckig course she would be out of character if she wasn't walking into danger. The sight was odd. She saw familar figures in a situation that was to familiar. She saw Kinajo being picked up shady figures. No reason to get involved.

Then she had a flash back to a moment she had when she standing right in front of a vampire. The words of her placing a bounty on the head of Kilanjo echod through her head. She thought of leaving him but he did come through and help her with Edgar. She would sigh and descied she had to do something. Wait. . .is that. . .It had to be her with him? Maybe I should leave them?Wait no I cant. Aziza would would form a bal of Sacred light and throw it into the air as it would explode into a giant blinding light as she would ambush the enemy with Sacred contrusts.
(Aziza Malakia)
She had created a bow staff as a Sacred construct to take out the closest then forming fist of Sacred power to crack a few jaws then shoot raw sacred power in a few faces to direct them off. Nothing leathel which was her mistake but she did catch them off guard. This was most likely her mistake. She would grab Kilanjo and lift him up onto her back but realize she didn't grab Tulisa. Should I leave her? She thought as she hesitated. Now she missed her chance to run. The bandits would be getting up and she hardly hanging onto Kilanjo. She would whisper a prayer as she facined some of her ura to Kilanjo hoping he would wake wake up as he slowly healed. It would be pretty awkward if he did wake up since her would be about five feet off the ground on Aziza's shouldes as she stood ovver Tulisa.
(Aziza Malakia)
Yet before Tulisa would have passed out, she would have saw... two armoured and armed men before her, before... her vision would become blankened. Tied, poorly restraints for non-Magi she would become, her left abdominal area a bite mark, missing flesh, bleeding. The same wound was on her left arm as well, flesh ripped out from her. No doubt, this would have been the end for her, to serve as a weakened Oscuri for these heathen bandits to take advantage off...

But that's where Aziza came in.

What commotion, of bandit fleeing, of grabbing the unconcious Kilanjo, no doubt Tulisa would have suddenly come to her senses some time after the kidnapping, awakening, immediately breaking through her restraints. Her greatsword was gone of course, however she no doubt had a dagger within her boots, and as she became more concious, she took note of the situation... that she was in.

"... You're such a pacifist." she would say to the Urayan, noting her stupidity, of not immediately slaughtering these bandits. Still bleeding, barely clotted her wounds, yet... Tulisa would stand up, immediately dashing towards the two bandits. Non-Magi they were, their armours were easily penetrated through her dagger, dying rather quickly - stabs right to the heart. Perfect sacrificial for Azrael...

But she would fall, alongside them, becoming apparent... weakened. Still wounded and exhausted, after the fight, with Yam.
(Tulisa Mozingo)
Ughh. . . .

The Ookami began to moan as he was slowly gaining consciousness as he was slung over Aziza's shoulder. It didn't take long for him to rub his eyes to assess the situation.

Not wasting anytime. He looked over the area. Seeing as how Aziza didn't know what to do. The Oscuri was basically useless, and there was bandits coming his way.

Bloody murder was about to occur as a black aura took shape upon Kilanjo. Tattoos had suddenly begun to riddle his body as they had seemed to appear out of no where. His eyes would suddenly start flashing. From the usual hue of lilac purple to an abnormal gold. It wouldn't take long before his eyes solidified as he started to grab at Aziza to let him go. Which she did.

Landing on all fours. Kilanjo slowly rose to his feet. Now staring onto the bandits who stood infront of them.

Slowly he turned towards Aziza as he was unsure if she was a threat at the moment or not. But all that was pulsating through him was the feeling to KILL

The mood to EAT.

There was no time wasted as kilanjo faced the on coming threats. Mana pulsated through his body as he raised one hand. Sending dark winds to appear out of from the surroundings. The torrent would fly forwards and rip the first bandit into shreds. Ripping the bandit limb from limb as it tore through his skin. Causing the being to wail in pain as he would no longer last for the next few seconds. Such a brutal way to go.

The second bandit jumped back in shock from the unexpected kill. Which caused Kilanjo to smile saditicly as he approached the armed man from behind. Grasping his throat, he slammed him to the ground. Causing the ground below them to crater.

" DIE! "

His voice tore through the air as he started to rip the man to shreds. Clawing at the man as he tore through his armor. Slashing him to bits and pieces as flesh flew everywhere, causing blood to fountain from the bandit as if it was a water fountain. With a finishing touch. Kilanjo reached down with his jaw and ripped out the human's throat. Chewing down on it and swallowing it seconds later as now he was covered within his blood.

With wild eyes and the temptation to maim. Kilanjo stared at the remaining 10 bandits and would make quick due of them. Tearing them limb from limb as he took his time making each one suffer tragically. He would then force the others to watch themselves being tortured. He wanted to have them to keep on guessing what he was going to do next. To which he didn't even know himself as he lashed out each one of them.

High pitched screams filled the air as Kilanjo tortured each one of them. Causing them each to have quick but painful deaths. It wouldn't be long before the entire area was covered within the bandits blood as Kilanjo rested upon the last bandit. Tearing into him as he kept on biting pieces off of him to satisfy his hunger and his temptaion to maim.

He would then take a flesh from the man's body and munch on it before he realized that there was an oscuri and a urayan in the area as well.

Slowly he turned his head to face the Urayan as he didn't know what to do. He bore his golden eyes into her stare. Watching her watch him.

At the point in time, Kilanjo suddenly had a curious expression on his face.

" What?" he questioned as if what he was currently doing wasn't wrong
(Kilanjo)
What type of evil did she save today? What kind of monsters did she just give a second chance? Yet at one point her had called Tulisa a monster. He was one monstrosity that he mind wasn't able to completely comprehend. He was a wave of death and wickedness. Blood and pain danced with her concoussness at the moment. In her mind echod the words of Tulisa. "you're such a pacifist.. . . Her mind was screaming but she on the outside was silent. She had never witness anything that was such an atrocitus scene. Her mind rolled backwards.

He mind rolled back into a shell of what it was for a moment as it attempted to retreat and place itself else where. An ocean of guilt washed over her. She had used her rightous powers to save something worse than any oscuri or yokai she fought. It could live to destroy thanks to her. She saved him from Liz before when she was hunting him by misguiding her but for what. Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

"What have I done?" As her mind would collasp for a moment she felt her grip on her ways and connection with Choam slipping. What had he done to her mind. Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action. This time it was her action of saving him along side her fear not letting her stop him. She would decend backword until the god Choam herself would just barely catch her concioussness. Now consumed in a bliss mental word by Choam her own concioussness was just barely saved as Choam stepped forward to assume control over the girl. Her eyes glew golden as she stood as still as a statue. She could see what was outside of her but from a safe zone in the back of her mind. Her hand would reach out and rain down sacred power for Tulisa. She healed te girl with little thought. She seemed calm on the outside but she did had tears falling over her cheeks. she would now stare at the creature Kilanjo with a blak stare as her eyes still raidiated with Gold no longer seeing him as a person but just a sentiant being of destruction. This was the first time she had ever lost all emtional connections to another being in the entirty of her existance.
(Aziza Malakia)
After finishing his brief meal. He looked down at the broken Oscuri and his eyes glinted towards her as he noticed that someone had tooken a chomp out of her and it surely wasnt him. So he didn't want to bother with that.

Standing up from his meal. He headed straight for Aziza as he smiled her happily.

As he closed in on her. It would seem as if he was going to pass her at first as his body wasn't parallel to hers. But just as he passed her. He reached out and clasped her on the shoudler. Pulling her in real close so that only he could whisper to her.

" You don't have a problem with this right?"

He would then clench down hard on her shoulder as the black dark essence and huge amounts of depravity soon faded off of his body as his eyes returned to their normal color and his tattoos disappeared.

Then with a kind smile. He walked away with a wave as if nothing had happened at all.


(Kilanjo)