Depravation.

      Corruption would be found in the intensity of the nature with the 'yokai' before the tyke - with eyes to be locked onto the creature before him, Examinations undergone, as they would with anyone, before an arm is flattened outwards. Hand outwards; with his fingers pointing upwards and his palm facing the wretched individual before him. Depravity leaking from it's own frame, before it began to do it's own chanting of words, before slowly moving and kicking into gear. Horrifying for the youngling, as eyes would watch the actions of the appaling one before him.

     Mouthfuls of blood would stain the level beneath them - as the coloring of the grass begins to change with the bleaching of the light purple. Bloodstained fangs shown, as the sharpened and oldened teeth would be beared. Maliciously so - before tendrils ran through that of the ground. The majority of the patches about them covered up - before grasping towards one thing, unexpectantly. Fingers reaching outwards, towards it's objective....

       The shadow of that of Sidriel Melym - and morphing it. Slowly, adjusments beginning to be made, from discoloration to the own form of it. Darkening shown, towards that of a midnight's sky. Deeper than the lad's own shade towards his irises. And....replicating that of his irises; his shadow would begin to shift about. Wickedly, at that.

        Overcome with a sensation of depravity...as his own shadow began to move. Corruption felt at his very core being, as his eyes widen. Frightened and coming to realization of what had been going on. Body beginning to straighten where he stood, against that of a tree. And....slowly for inches to be seen moving, as his body shook, trembling with an unforeseen force.

       Words heard in that of his ears - to accept the being that had attempted to persuade him. Eyes to watch downwards...before moving towards that of the yokai. Staring directly at it; with an icey coldness...but still, shaking. Until - suddenly, it changed in that of lighting...with a resolve to be shone. Outwardly showing his own determination, and emotions.

        Before that of sparks show, with flickerings of light about the male's body. Mana extertions in his own circuits, channeling. Charges of a negative and positive light showing, as the flashes continue on. Wavering and shimmering - before overcoming his body. Radiating about being a shield...alike that of an egg, inches from his body. As his eyelids narrow, before opening in absolute...

         Fury!

         ".....This...won't....b-be....HAPPENING!". The only words spoken, as he resists the urges and comings onto him. Before jumping forward - in attack. Combat to ensue, in anger!