Ookami V. Oscuri Pt.1

 A rinse and repeat objective, a daily task. Tulisa would have been strolling, sprinting throughout the Wychwood woodlands, always in search for non-Magi humans to sacrifice to Azrael, the Krausite variant especially. Although, anyone whom did not kneel before the Morning Lord would no doubt be a waste of society, and thus deserving of her blade. The Oscuri woman was quite clearly not a person bred from the Neo-Alterosi Alliance.

In this particular area of Wychwood woodlands, there was a small camp. The rather stereotypical camp of a small family, consisting a hunting father, a caring mother, and a young child. No doubt, she would rain upon these foul heathens, a brief conversation with them led to hostility. The Rieka markings upon her skin was simply too noticable for the apparent Krausites...

They were slaughtered, all of them, their bodies laid upon the ground in front of her. Not a single life remained, not even that of the child's. Ruthless, Tulisa posed herself as a threat to all those whom do not abide by the will of Azrael. Not surprising, that the short woman reeked of depravity at certain times, yet her Oscuri heritage allowed her to resist the putrid negative effects of lost sanity...

Or perhaps, Oscuri were simply born to be sociopaths.
(Tulisa Mozingo)
It was just an ordinary day for Kilanjo as he took one of his usual strolls through the lands of Wychwood. He had finally lost hope of finding the drakanite woman who went by the name of Blaire Baal.

He's been all over the country. From Danarium, to Nostvale, to the lands of the dead marshles, to the Mansion to the north. Then finally stopping at New Alteros. He simply had given up. It was just too much for him and he was getting no where. It was just wasting his time at the point. So he decided to return home. With Nostvale planning to attack Wychwood. He needed to bring his brother to their uncle so he would be safe in Dragon's Peak. He just hoped that Nostvale wasn't ballsy enough to come to Wychwood early. Because if any of them tried to harm his kin or brother. They would pay it with their lives. . . .

AAAH!

A sharp cry was heard as Kilanjo's ears perked up to acknowledge the sudden attack. Quickly he rushed over as fast as he could. Mana pulsating through his body as he bounded forth, trying to reach the sound before anything could go wrong. Was he going to make it? He had reached new limits of speed, so surely he could. Right?

No. . . he was wrong.

Before he even reached the area where the on-slaught was occuring. He saw it, with his very own eyes as he raced forward to a complete stop.

It was man-slaughter. A child, a mother, and a father.

All three of them were murdered, and for what? What had caused such a thing.

Kilanjo stood there shocked as he looked upon the bloody mess on the floor. He was speechless who had dared to enter Wychwood and caused such a horrific scene. His own kind. Dead. . . . and it was all because he wasn't fast enough. . .

It wouldn't take long as Kilanjo found the person who slaughtered the family. Kilanjo's eyes lit up with the burning passion of chaos.

As the Ookami tried to contain his rage and his very instinct to lash out at the woman dawned in armor. He held himself back.

" For what reason. . . . . did you. . . kill these innocent people? " he stated as calmy as he could manage. But it was purely obvivous that Kilanjo was trying contain himself as he clenched his fist tightly and clenched his teeth together.

" Choose your words wisely. . . . he warned
(Kilanjo)
Seraphim was gazing at the sky, it was getting dark and that was just the way he liked it. The purple moon would shine upone those who praise the "Perfect" one. He was paused in the day dream thinking of the one which his life was stemmed from, he had all knowledge of his roots and due to that he worshipped something many others do not, "Lord Mordred" as he'd call him.

The being which his clan was orginating from, they are the closest beings to perfect to date and in Seraphims thoughts, Malpercians were equal or higher Kaors who were said to be the top of the food chain, the pinnacle of yokai evolution or atleast the pinnacle of what has been seen for no one has ever witnessed the strenght of a Perfected yokai since the creation of Eternia.

A man who thought these kinds of things was most likely to either be exorcised by the few Krausites left in the world or be hunted down and converted to Azraelism. Both of which he would not stoop down to doing, he was devoted to his "God", he believed he can someday ascend to a level of power that could rival Mordred. However it is impossible, for divine magic is not something that one can just learn like that.

Despite that fact, just like yokais. Malpercians would be born with the black magic, Darkness. It's the power fuel by depravity and the fear of others, the more wicked the world becomes the more power a occult magi's magic becomes and that was even more so for Seraph. Hence the reason his father dubbed him the "Harbringer of Death".

Seraphim was woken up out of his gaze and fun day dream by the sound of children having fun. He looked at them with a cold eye and was disgusted by the sight of them, he wanted to go devour them with his demonic arm as the mouth on his palm opened and a tongue lashed out with drool at the tip and it was drooling due to hunger for people's "Memories"

He just put his arm away in his pocket and restrained from these morbid thoughts for he was in Nostvale grounds and causing a problem there would most likely end badly for him. He strolled casually past the gates that led to the Sarabian desert and began travelling. On his way he saw a being that was sleeping, its not every day you see a Kaor level yokai napping instead of killing.

Pretty interesting if you ask Seraph, however all he wanted to do was to just kill it. Most malpercians worshipped them but as one who knows Seraphim would know, he only cares for Mordred and that was a ideaology he grew up with and it was in his mind stubbornily as there was no way to change his point of view.

He reached the Whycwoods as it was filt with an occult aroma passing through and goosebumps ride up his skin and it brought him bliss. He walked with a feint grin and upon his walked around as he pass tree after three he saw a group of three all of them looked disgusting! Rotten to the very bone because he knew each of them shared a different view, an Ookami, a Krausite apparently from the disgusting aura "it" let off. Lastly but not least the Azraelite, hopefully "it" doesn't try to convert him or he wasn't going to hesitate to curse it's soul down to hell.

Seraphim's presence could be felt without him even being heared due to him being so depraved his occultic energy could rival a Sin.

"Hmm..Greetings Ani..I meant People" He was finding it hard to refer to them as anything more than rodents but he had to for he wasn't strong enough to fend off three at once, it was smart to play it nice and hold back his urge to devour them as much as possible.
(Seraphim Malpercius)
A slice and a dice, and then quick jabs to the chests of all three corpses, their hearts would be wedged outwards, popping upwards, falling to the ground, very much bloody. Tulisa would have scooped all three hearts of corse, storing them within her rather convenient cold box that she had swiftly pulled out, from her large rucksack, and she would put that back... It was not feasting time, although the sacrifices had been made. She was disturbed.

"-I had committed slaughter upon these people, for they are mere heathens who had refused the will of the Morning Lord."

Tulisa would have turned around, to find a rather enraged, barely calm Kilanjo standing within her perimeters, likewise to the newly arrived Malpercian. A simple glance to the other man, before she would dot back to the Ookami.

"Unlike the 'modern Azraelism' Oscuri of the Neo-Alterosi Alliance, I do not hold mercy or tolerancy upon humans, especially so when they are Krausites."
(Tulisa Mozingo)
 It would seem that a Malpercian would enter the scene. Only to leave seconds later. But Kilanjo wasn't worried about a depraved beast such as that. He was more focused on the Oscuri that had just slaughtered an entire family.

"So you admit it. . . you admit that you slaughtered them huh. . . .?"

" And because they refused the will of the Morning Lord? What kind of bullshit is that!?"

Kilanjo was now shaking as he tried to hold back his rage. He gained all this power for what? Was he still not strong enough. Did he still lack the power to save those who are innocent? Is it true that Saekanis and Klutu right? If he was more brutal, more destructive. Would he be stronger than he is now. Would he have the power to stop such heartless deeds?

He's never ever fought a woman before, and he didn't want to start now. He had morals and he intended to keep them. But the more that he resisted it. The more that he wanted to tear her throat out.

' Do it. . . . Remember. . . If you don't do it. . . that child over there could've been your younger brother . . .'

And that it. That was all Kilanjo needed as he grab at his spear and whip it out. Front and center.

Grasping it in both hands. Kilanjo growled as he stared at Tulisa with feral eyes. Chaotic even.

" Have you ever heard of the Great Spirit Wolf named Saekanis. Let me enlighten you of his ways! " he growled as he bared his fangs.

The Ookami would then slowly advance towards Tulisa, ready to pounce on her at any second
(Kilanjo)
 "There is no shame in me for committing slaughter, for I do so in the name of Azrael. To weaken His chains, to strengthen my bond with Him, to serve Him for I am Oscuri. It is through death that the death in the version of Kraus shall be eliminated, and those whom live shall be the ones to further His goals. Unconvertable, and uselessly weak as they are non-Magi? They shall be immediately escorted to the Morning Lord."

Rather cold, Tulisa would have not known whom she was facing against, the adversary himself merely a few feet in front of her. Yet, she would draw her sword, pointing it to the Ookami, a rather serious look upon her eyes, to be stared down upon the... taller person.

"And you shall become enlightened with the will of Azrael."

Raising the sword, she would simply swipe it to the air, bringing it to her sides, ready to charge towards the Ookami when need be. She knew not, of what consequences she would endure from this.
(Tulisa Mozingo)
As the two combantants come at the other Kilanjo would let Tulisa swing her sword at him. Giving her a chance to get a few hits off of him. But not of her attacks had touched him. One had only nicked him on his cheek. Cleaing off a small bit of his flesh which drew blood, and that was it. That was the one good hit that he allowed her to have.

Twirling his spear in hand. He would smack her across her side. Causing her body to fly to the side. But Kilanjo wouldn't stop there as he suddenly appeared by her side. Shoving his knee deep into her side. Causing her to fly to the ground.

The fight was easy. Perhaps to easy even. Kilanjo didn't care as he kept on a straight path towards her. So far he didn't draw blood as of yet. But he was sure that she was feeling alot of pain from his attacks. The Ookami would then stand over the Oscuri with his spear raised. Ready to deliever the final blow. But the green ridden humaniod had other plans as she struck out at him. Causing him to leap back in defense as she cut him on his side.

Kilanjo would then stare at his wound in disbelief as he was to caught up in his thoughts to evade that simple attack.

A sly smile would find itself on his face as he realized that this woman wasn't like the others. She had a little fight in her. Which he respected. Not many people would still fight for their lives after knowning that they had no chance. She did. But that wasn't going to stop him from winning this fight. Dropping his spear to the ground. He extended his claws as he started his way towards her again.

" Hope your ready for round 2"
(Kilanjo)
 Relentless, Tulisa placed her utmost effort into landing a strike upon the agile Ookami. The only 'devastating' strike she had landed, was but a mere cut torn from the cheek. Shocked, suddenly the Oscuri woman would have been attacked by a spear swing, sending her flying to the sides, yet before gravity could take a toll upon her, she would have been kneed right to the ground by the Ookami, a loud thud followed by much dirt flying about.

Tulisa knew very much that she would be easily dominated, yet she rose yet again, her flaring Rieka leylines, fueling of Rieka, it would only push her forward to slash at the Ookami yet again. A successful cut upon his side, a sufficient revenge for grazing her hips.

"In the name of Azrael, I shall defeat you, foul heathen!"

A swift maneuvering, the Oscuri woman would have been spinning her sword counter-clockwise, throwing it upwards, and then throwing herself upwards through a mighty jump, of dashing, dust trails. Grabbing ahold of the sword, yet again, she would attempt to apply her relentless attacks upon Kilanjo, starting from the top, a swing from above!
(Tulisa Mozingo)
This was getting interesting. Ookami versus Oscuri. Two of different racials who both uphold the beings they praise highly. Who would show whose being is stronger?

Tulisa had came at him by swinging at his top, Which she happened to nick him on his forehead as he tried to back up, but his evasion failed as she actually had landed the attack.

Blood would then fall into his eyes, blinding him momentarily as Tulisa would come at him with a fury of attacks. Blows stirking his body with quick succession. Causing pain to explode in his chestas he tried to wipe the blood out of his eyes so he could clear his vision to fight.

But that wasn't working as the cut wouldn't seal itself so he just had to go on his whim and strike out. Landing a firm punch across Tulisa's face, causing the Oscuri to take a step back and retreat.

Cursing to himself. Kilanjo was finally able to wipe the blood from his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket before he searched the surrounding area for where she had fled, and to his surprise. She was quite far. No doubt probably trying to gather her barings before she went back into battle again. But Kilanjo wouldn't give her that chance as he charged right after her.

Claws versus blade. The two went at it. Sparks flew as Kilanjo clawed through her at her armor as she tore at his clothing with her sword. But that didn't stop the Ookami as he would take it up another level. Focusing his mana through his body, he sped himself up. Making him move faster than before. Before Tulisa could get a chance to do anything else. Kilanjo appeared behind and struck her hard from the back. Then he appeared from the side, then infront of her. The process kept up until Kilanjo had finally knocked her to the ground.

His eyes glowing with pleasure as he liked taking his time killing his prey. Kilanjo would then stand above the defeated Oscuri in victory.

" How's that for your Morning Lord?" he spat.

He would then walk towards Tulisa and pick up her left arm. Looking at it carefully and closely. Given himself a moments to decide as to how he was going to proceed with this.

Snap!

In a quick motion. Kilanjo reached over with his other hand, grabbing the Oscuri's arm with both hands and bending it in such a way that it snapped her elbow in half. Shattering the bones within. Dropping the arm that now was bent in the opposite direction. Kilanjo would then walk over to her other arm. Hearing her wither in pain. But he didn't care.

" That was for the kid. "

He would then grab her right hand. Holding it gently in both hands.

CRACK!

Squeezing her hand as tight as possible. The crushing weight of his hands on hers broke majority of the bones within her hand.

" That was for the mother"

He would then drop her hand. Thinking about what else to take from this girl. Then the perfect idea sprang to his mind.

Kicking her on her side. He flipped her over on her back. The Ookami would then pull back his hand as he flexed his claws. It would only be a second later as the most irritating sound had screamed to life as he raked through the girls armor. Clawing her deep in her back. Deep enough to scar. . .

Blood began to erupt from her back as he stood back and grimaced

" That's for the father. A mark showing and proving that you were beaten by an Ookami. " he said before walking over to his spear.

As he picked it up he planted the blade of the spear into the ground as he leaned on the pole of his weapon.

" Now time for you to answer some questions. . .

"What city are you from? "

(Kilanjo)
The winds themselves would have fled from the swings of Tulisa, appearing briefly as visible bluish green distortions moments before the strikes were landed. A slash upon the forehead of the Ookami would have drawn blood, and more devastating prods would be landed all over his body, with swings from the blunt sides of her blade attacking him. Yet suddenly, the Oscuri woman would be repelled, pushed by a single punch right across her face.

The woman merely hopped from tree to tree, gaining a long ranged distance from Kilanjo, aiming to strike from afar- And yet, she was barred from doing so. Instantly, the agile Ookami would have appeared before Tulisa, engaging her in a claws versus blade onslaught. Though her swong slashes could tear through cloth, his mere claws could tear through armour. The woman was beginning to become ravaged, at such intense speeds! How many dozen miles per hour... it was much more than a speeding race car coming at her!

So much dazing force, much speed, it would have rendered her in the end to the very ground, somehow, at the mercy of the Ookami.

"!!!"

A bone cracking sound emitted from the left arm of Tulisa, as it would become twisted, and from the elbow... it would cause a snapping sound, bent to the opposite direction. An audible scream, yet hints of pleasure could be heard in so. She desperately sought to immediately bend it back in place with a violent tug, yet she was barred from doing so. Her right hand, her remaining limb of capable thumbs would be crushed, the bones within, severe bone fractures implemented. Another howling scream, yet it resembled more and more like laughter...

She could feel the bones moving inside of her, all that pain... Oh yeah... Oh yeah...

"AAHHHHHHHHH YEAAHHHHH!!!! AHHHH AZRAEL!!! AHHHHHH!"

A final strike, and Tulisa's back would be scarred, slashed with the tips of very much sharp claws, a loud shriek, piercing through armour.. digging relatively deep into her flesh, crimson red blood spewing forth. Several marks were implemented. Her eyes were soaked in tears, yet she was grinning madly, her Rieka leylines glistening madly, as did her eyes.

"I'M FROM... OHHH BOY!!! I'M A WANDERER.... OHHH AHHH!!!..." That would be what came out of the rather pleased and pained Oscuri woman, as she remained on the ground, squirming all over the place...
(Tulisa Mozingo)