RPG Truth: The Beginning

[Bremma]

By the time Arikel had reached her, Kiria had sat back down, leaning very gently against the wall. She looked up at him a smirked a bit. "Note to self. If something slams you into the wall once, dont try to attack it again."

He chuckled softly. "Good plan."

She nodded. "Well, know I took out and arm and a leg with this one, and few ribs too... Just heal my ribs and arm. Ill put my leg in a splint and save it for another time."

He nodded back, chanting and gesturing over her body. She winced as the bones grew back and sealed themselves and the damaged tissue around them healed. After he stopped, he leaned over a bit, weakened from the energy use.

She used her staff again and got up. "Thanks again." she said, helping him up a bit, then looked about for a board to use for her leg. Seeing a broken board, she sat down, facing away from the group. She bit her lip and put her hands on her leg, moving the bone back into place. She let out a sigh of releif as the bone set and broke the board in half, placing a half on each side of her leg. She used her dagger and cut a few strips form her cloak and used them to tie the board firmly around her leg. She got up again and walked over to the group, limping slightly while using the staff.

[Miketsmith]

Arogyth coninued to lay there wonds covered his body... him drifting away in a sleep... compleatly drained of his will

[The Vampire: Ed]

After the village went silent, and the demons had been driven back to hell. The victors, the "chosen ones," sat in a circle speaking of things not realizing that at that very moment something, or someone was looking down upon then from a hill on the outskirts of the village. There atop the hill stood a shadowy figure resembling that of a human, his coat blew violently as did his hair with the harsh wind lashing at his all ready pale flesh. The man known as the "Cursed One" watched every instance of the battle, until it's very end. The tales were true, the man who brings misfortune to the world does exist.

Only known as Damien, the man draped in black stood looking over the village as if he were a statue. His emotionless expression made it hard to know just what he was thinking. As he watch a transparent figure appeared next to him, a spirit of a dead man more specifically. The man hovered next to Damien's ear, and it began to speak to him. However, it's mouth didn't appear to be moving, it seem more like it was speaking directly into his mind. To anyone else the spirit would not be visible, nor would it be heard by anyone else. Just Damien, and like usual this one quickly began to torment Damien with words.

"This is all your fault, you know. You brought death to this village, and you bring suffrage to the world. You're a virus, no. A plague to this world." The spirit hissed it's poisonous words into Damien's mind.

In return Damien turned his head away from the spirit, and acted as if he could not hear him. But no matter what he tried, the spirit's voice would always penetrate his thoughts. Damien's pale, expressionless face didn't change it just grew paler with the cold air. All though he seemed to lack emotion, he was constantly burdened with sorrow and guilt. Damien's other "unique," so to speak, trait was that if he ever shed a tear it would not be of a salty watery substance, but rather his own blood. At this moment a single drop of blood rolled down from the corner of his right eye, it dripped from his face and splashed on the ground below. Moments after the blood tear drop soaked into the ground a black rose began growing in a matter of seconds.

The ghostly figure snickered, and hover around to face Damien so that it can mock him to his face. "You see the life that you do give is a bleak as you are. Look at yourself! You're a freak! I am right, and you know it. You're the plague that I said you were. Why don't you just get it over with, take that sword you kept sheathed behind your back, and cut your throat? It'll be much easier on you, and the world to just give up."

Damien back handed the figure, but accomplished nothing. It still remain there smugly laughing at him, and mocking him constantly for the tattoo that has caused him so much grief. Damien clenched his teeth in anger, and squeezed his eyes shut trying to push the spirit from his mind. After a few moments of silence Damien opened his eyes, and looked around seeing that the ghost had vanished. Damien just remained atop the hill watching over the land below him, calmly waiting for anything else that may happen, trying to find a way to make up for his curse by helping in some fashion.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]A short clang went off in the summoner's mind, and she whipped her head around. On the hill, she could see the outline of a figure. She quietly summoned her shadow golem again and he twisted his way up the hill and surrounded the area, sensed the vampyre and returned immediatly to her side. It nuzzeled up to her legs and twisted around her thighs. She smiled and willed it back into her mind. She stood up and cupped her hands around her mouth, howling like a banshee.[/i]

Siren: Company?

Nepenthe: Vampyric company...trying to hide.

Siren: Black roses....and blood.

Nepenthe: These are a few of my favorite things...

[i]The voice echoed softly, and the vampyre turned around. A tall female was standing, leaning on an iron staff....watching him quietly. A filgeree of silver was twisted around her head, and her body was less than covered....she smiled.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien looking upon the tall female just looked her in the eyes for a moment, but quickly turned his sights away from her. He fear bringing danger upon anyone else, his tattoo of the crow had given his own unique powers but somehow given him all of the myths that went along with it. He hid his eyes from her, and turned his back to her slightly.

"You should walk away. You will be plagued with misfortune for looking upon me. That is my curse." Damien spoke coldly, for the first time to other being.

The woman continued looking at him as he tried to hide his face from her, she bent down pulled the black rose from the ground bringing it to her nose to smell it's fragrance. It smelled sweet, but at the same time of freshly spilled blood. Damien couldn't help himself, and glanced back at the woman sniffing the black rose standing with not much more then a smile on. He suddenly heard a voice in his head as he watched another spirit come forth from the ground under his feet. It spoke into his mind as the other did only moments before he was noticed.

"Look at that beauty. You're going to bring death to her, like you did to some many others. As long as you're around, the world will suffer. End it all, kill yourself and spare her." The voice ended in a loud raspy scream causing him to grasp his head in pain. The woman suddenly looked at Damien with a puzzled look upon her face as he dropped to a knee clutching at his head. As he kneeled there the voice came back and entered his mind once more.

"You're a freak! You can only bring death to those around you, you will never be at peace until you end it all! KILL YOURSELF NOW!" The grew louder again, but suddenly Damien screamed out returning an answer. "WHY MUST YOUR TORTURE ME?! LEAVE ME BE!!!" Damien bellowed out startling the woman a bit with surprise, she could only here his side of the conversation and the spirit was not visible to her own eyes. All she could assume was that he was speaking to her, but Damien looked at her one more. "I am sorry, forgive me. But no one is safe around me, good bye." Damien said with sorrow in his voice then got to his feet, and turned to walk away.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She looked back at Siren, who gestured with her scabard. Nepenthe nodded and dropped the spear. She immdeatly leapt forward, caught him by the collar and spun him around. Huge silver eyes glared up into his own, energy crackling behind them.[/i]

Nepenthe: I am the dark spawn of Moonwings, and you're worried about a curse?

[i]His eyebrows rose. Clearly, he had not expected this. She turned around and pointed to the tribal spider tattoo etched into the small of her back. Then she looked at him once more, blue blood rising in her veins. He looked down. Embarassed.[/i]

Nepenthe: ...the woman standing behind me is a another dark one. A siren. Just because you bear a crow's mark doesn't mean you're going to kill me with a look.

Damien: I will bring about your death.

Nepenthe: If it's not me today, it's somebody else tomorrow. Why wait?

[i]She smiled up at him, clearly unafraid of death. Then, scandal of scandals, she tilted her head and kissed him gently.[/i][/COLOR]

[Corey]

I awoke silently and reached for my ankle. It was healed. As was my arm. I climbed slowly down the tree and walked across the city. The ground was littered with the bodies of zombies. I stepped on ontof the zombies chests and grimaced as my foot sunk into it. I grabbed one of my throwing daggers that was stuck in a zombie head. I sheathed it and contiued my walk.

[b]??-[/b] "Ryan..." I turned my head sharply to see Baromin standing there.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "What is it you want?" I smiled and walked over to him.

[b]Baromin-[/b] "The order is questioning your tardy return, how much longer will you be?"

[b]Ryan-[/b] "I saw others. I must see if they know why zombies rose." His eyes widened.

[b]Baromin-[/b] "Zombies?" I nodded. "I will tell them." He dissapeared under his cloak. I continued my walk once again, looking for the others that had fought the zombie menace.

[Heartless Me]

Once Arikel knew that Kiria could take care of herself he turned to the fallen Arogyth. with a slight brush of magical release he urged the mans neurons to flare and him to wake up immediately. Arogyth intook a sharp breath of air and nodded a grateful thank you to Arikel as he turned to attend to other wounded using more non-magical needs.*

[The Vampire: Ed]

The embrace of the woman took Damien by surprise, but he did not pull away. He just stared into her eyes in confusion, as they broke the kiss Damien's head fell to the side as if trying to understand the situation. He couldn't be blamed for the puzzled look on his face, this was his first interaction with another since his own mother died. No one had ever even had the courage to look at him, let alone kiss him out of the blue. He looked to the ground, his hair falling over his face, as he began pondering the woman's boldness.

"Does she have a death wish, or is it that she simply doesn't care about my curse? Maybe her own tattoo makes her immune to my own "gift", something maybe she knows that I did not. I'd be happy if this were the case." Damien thought. The women lifted his face to her again with her hand under his chin, she smiled again then spoke. "Did I embarrass you?" She asked as she snickered slightly. Damien just brushed his hair back to see her better as he replied with his own question.

"Who are you?" Damien asked with curiosity, the woman just smiled again and replied as she bowed as if showing off "Nepenthe, and your's?"

"Damien." He replied, then continued. "Well, I can see that my curse has no meaning to you. I am quite surprised to see that it is so, but I suppose your background makes it seem more plausible. Well, Nepenthe, what do you want with me? I am of no worth to anyone."

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nepenthe: The world will fall into despair, and it will die. Have you heard the cries of the planet?

Daimen: I haven't.

Nepenthe: ...come back with us, we are all not bothered by your gift. Or rather, as you call it, the "curse."

[i]He looked at his feet, why did she have to be so blunt? Nepenthe smiled softly at him, and placed a bare hand on his cheek.[/i]

Nepenthe: You would be a great help to us. And your curse would be nullified as long as you are near.

Damien: What is your gift then?

Nepenthe: .....let me show you.

[i]She planted one hand on the ground and concentrated. Her teeth bared, and her spinal cord rippled unaturally. The tattoo on her back glowed blacker than ever and she smiled. Then she stood up, a medium sized plant golem twisting its tendrils around her body.[/i]

Nepenthe: Like a spider weaves a web, I weave golems.[/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien stood looking at the plant golem amazed, then looked back to Nepenthe admiring her gift. "Very interesting this gift is. Very interesting, indeed. I know not of my full extent of powers aside from bringing misfortune, all else that I posses is the ability to move with great speed. But maybe that can be more attributed to my vampiric nature." Damien said unsure of himself, and his worth to them.

"Well, that is not a bad gift. Why not give us a demonstration of this great speed of yours?" Nepenthe said eager to see this "great speed" of his. Damien just nodded silently, and disappeared in a blink of the eye. Nepenthe surprised at his speed grinned, and looked around. She did not see him, but sensed his presence nearby. Suddenly, she looked up as she sensed something in the air. Just then she saw Damien standing on a tree branch above them, he just stood there on the limb still looking emotionally dead.

Nepenthe clapped as she spoke "Impressive. I didn't even see you moving, but my senses are too keen for you to evade me. But it kept me guessing for a moment." As she finished her sentence, Damien disappeared and suddenly appear in front of her again.

"Well, I don't think much of it as impressive. But it does have it's advantages. But I am more impressed with you, then I am anything else." Damien looked down a bit embarrassed with his words, then cleared his throat continuing. "I guess, I'll accompany you in your quest."

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The golem quietly slithered back into the ground, and Nepenthe smiled. Impressed? With a female summoner? She smiled again at him....questioning.[/i]

Nepenthe: What's impressing about me?

Damien: You're not afraid of me. But if you're right about you being Moonwing's child...

Nepenthe: Do you want me to channel her right now?

[i]She smirked slightly and then turned back to where the others were sitting, standing, waiting....she was quiet watching him with her insiduous silver eyes. Her body turned and she touched his face again. He blushed slightly, and looked down at her again. She was unafraid, and very calm....even when confronted with his sinister features.[/i]

Damien: Why did you kiss me?

Nepenthe: Why were you watching us?[/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

"Well, it's long since been all I could do with others. Watch from a distance. I'm sorry if you think I was spying, but it just what I've done my entire existence. But I was watching yourself, and the others hoping to find a way to help out actually. But it was my curse that kept me from approaching you, much like it has been with anything or anyone else in my past. Besides you must admit, you are an interesting sight to behold." Damien answered as best he could. Nepenthe just returns a smile, and speaks.

"Interesting, huh? Well, I suppose that was meant to be a compliment. I understand, your lack of interaction can sometimes make it difficult for you to find the words you are meaning to speak." Nepenthe says as Damien nods in agreement. "I have long since been an outcast in this world, but I've hardly been alone."

Nepenthe looks at Damien apparently puzzled by his remark, and questions him. "How do you mean?"

Damien looks to the ground as he began to speak. "You see another "gift," as some may call it, is the ability to channel the spirit of the dead. I have no way of controlling it though, it just happens at random times. I am the only one whom can see, or hear them. I really wouldn't mind this so much, because I've gotten quite use to seeing ghosts visit me. But most of the time it is a spirit who claims to have seen me before their demise, so in return for bringing them death. They bring me guilt, and mock me constantly. They constantly try to pressure me to end my life. I've thought of doing it many times, but I've always felt that to be the cowards way out."

Nepenthe is somewhat surprised with Damien's confession, but listens with interest. Damien stops himself from going one, and apologizes for getting off subject. They stand side by side, silent, looking at the sky as the stars are sparkle. Damien breaks the silence remembering the question he had asked, and asked again. "Now, why was it that you kissed me?"

[Heartless Me]

OOC: PPL mind going just a little slower here? Making it hard for me to keep up with you guys. lol

It was about this time that the mage had landed, having flewn from the lords house to the top of the hill where stood Siren, Nepenthe and Damien. He looked at each person in turn ending in the tall pale man. A slight intake of breathe resounds as he witnesses the wonder of the mark of the crow. He had heard of the rumors and legends of a man who claimed to bear the mark of the dead that only the spirits could see, whom death and misfortune followed behind his very footsteps. His stood there for a few moments speechless as the name came to his mind from places unknown. It was said that his true name was lost to all, minus the spirits of the dead for any whom he told his name to were surely doomed. Some how though his mind registered his name almost immediately as if he had known the man his entire life. The letters of the mans name cam from flowing out of his lips before he could stop it.

Arikel: Damien...

All three of them had looked, but only Damien stared at him so intensely before. Almost as if Arikels soul were being pierced by the emerald fires of hell, Damien stared through Arikels form.

Damien: You speak my name with such imformality. Have we met before.

Arikel: No, I don't think so. I just felt like your name was "given" to me. His eyes went wide as he noticed the tattoo of the crow thinking "so it is true!" You bear the mark of the crow.

Damien: So you see it too? His eyes narrow slightly

Arikel gives a slight nod and turns his back to the group parting his robes to show the grand design of the dragon on his back.

Arikel: Tell me then, do you see the mark upon my back?

Damien: I do... Spoken with the slightest bit of awe hidden by his mainly emotionless demeaner.

Siren: Simultaneously with Nepenthe As do I.

Arikel places his robes back about his body and lets out a long sigh then leans against the tree for a moment. He ponders a few things then when he notices eyes still upon him he opens his mouth to speak once more.

Arikel: This is obviously a fated moment, when those who have markings that none other can see meet in one place. I think we were meant for greater things than what we are doing now.

He stands and walks up to the group and simply looks on as he thinks in the deepest way, almost loosing himself into the endless ocean of possibilities before shaking himself awaiting words from the other people.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nepenthe: You looked deprived.

Damien: And that's it?

Nepenthe: ...and the gothic look is quite interesting...I haven't seen people like you in a long time.

Damien: How long?

Nepenthe: 700 years.

[i]She blushed at his look of disbelief. She turned away and looked back at Siren....who was winking and making obscene gestures.[/i]

Damien: ...you don't look that old.

Nepenthe: It's a gift.

[i]She winked at the irony of her own statement. Then calmly led him back to the others by the elbow. Siren stopped the playful teasing and eyed the newcomer critically. She sent her thoughts directly to Nepenthe, and the two had a quick mental battle.

"Mine Si. Go get your own."

"Aw come on, I'm more dark than you...he's perfect for me."

"Bullshît. Get your own or I'll tell my shadow golems to suffocate you."

"Can't do it yourself?"

"I will."

"Oh fine! Be that way....."

Nepenthe smiled sweetly.[/i][/COLOR]

[Bremma]

Kiria, relying heavily on her staff, moved over to Arogyth. "Are you doing alright?" she asked.

He jumped, not noticing her apporach. "Oh, yes." he said with a slight nod.

She nodded. "Good job in the battle back there." she noted. "You just need to manage you power better."

"And you need to learn then to stop attacking." he countered, looking to her splinted leg.

"Touche." she noted, nodding quickly, then looking at his right hand. "Hmm?" she took his hand in her left one and lifted it to her eye level. "Where did you get this tatoo?"

He stared at her hand "I was about to ask the same thing." he replied, looking at the wolf on her hand.

"I dont know.. I've always had it, but nobodys seemed to notice it before." she said, dropping his hand and looking at her own tatoo. "Well, aside from Arikel."

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The ancient female turned her face to the others and stood up, stil leaning on her staff, but waiting patiently for the speech to stop. When it did, she quickly stepped in.[/i]

Nepenthe: Be it we are the chosen, are we going to do something about it?

Arikel: We'll, you said the world was injured...and we needed to deal with it.

Siren: There are many ways to do it.

Nepenthe: Is there a door we should seal? Does anyone know?

Siren: We could keep marching forward blindly.

Kiria: We would only keep hurting ourselves.

Arogyth: Speak for yourself.

Nepenthe: Well...?[/COLOR]

[Miketsmith]

[B]Arogyth[/B] :"The evil arisen in my town... a single man entered... covered in weird cloths... told us he needed to see the lord... overnight... almost everyone disappeared and I had to fight my way through zombies to try to get out of the town. I was knocked unconscious, but then I woke up and found you... I don't think anyone in this town is left, and I think that old man was the lich. He came from the south road" [I]Arogyth pointed in the direction of the south road[/I] "Will we go that way?"

[B]Kiria[/B] :"I think we need to rest first"

[B]Damien[/B] :"I am ready whenever you are, i do not tier easily"

[Jesus Chicken]

[I]John considered himself quite the ranger. Since the group had defeated the zombies, no one had been aware of his presance as he followed the small band. John was quite relieved when they discovered none had survived, and the Lich had been defeated for good. As his village and parents were once again, safe.

He thought it best not to reveal himself, rather to let him be revealed by another in the group. They were less likely to be hostile, then if he walked in, bow and dagger in hand.

For now, John decided to follow them and see where this adventure led.[/I]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien glanced at the group, then back to Nepenthe as he began to speak once more. "I have traveled the world over many times, and I have seen much troubling these lands. But I'd always assumed that it was myself that causes such disasters, that is another flaw in my "gift." I can never really tell what is, or is not my fault. Thus I usually accredit it all to my own presence." Damien said with a scornful sound to his voice.

The others watch as Damien explains himself to them, Damien goes on surprisingly looking upset. "I had not heard, nor seen a reason for all the recent troubles in the world. So I could not explain it any better then, once again, accrediting it to myself. However, lately, I've been ambushed by strange creatures myself. This has never happened to me before, so I must assume that this was the doing of some evil source. Maybe the evil we are meant to seek out, and destroy."

Nepenthe replies as she leans forward on her staff. "I see. Well, then you should know that it's not always your "curse" that does it. What made you come to this village though? Were you summoned here somehow?" Damien sighed deeply as he shook his head unsure.

"I suppose...you could say that. But my summoning here came at the price of a life, a very innocent life indeed. I was traveling through the forest to the North, as I walked I heard the screams of a young girl. I thought maybe my ears were deceiving me, and torturing me with more vengeful spirit's games. But I decided to make sure, I followed the sound and came to a horrifying sight." Damien looked to the ground again, his teeth gritted in anger. After looking to the ground, he mustered the strength to finish his story.

"My ears did not deceive me, for it was indeed a young girl. I assume, she was only about ten or so. She had been attacked by monsters, these monsters were ogres. They craved human flesh, and I had now witnessed this first hand as I watch then tearing into the girl's corpse. If only I had moved quicker...I could have saved her." Damien looked away with a bloody tear in his eye.

Damien wiped it away, and continued. "I feared that this was my curses doing, but they seemed to be looking for me rather then food. They pointed to me as I stood watching from a far, they spoke to each other in their own tongue. I knew not of what they spoke, but I could have sworn I heard them say something about 'Their master's bidding.' I don't know how I heard it, but I understood that much of their language. The girl was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Later I figured she ran from the village in fright from the zombie attack, but at that moment I wanted nothing more then to take revenge on behalf of the girl. And so I did... But I will not rabble on of that, I've said what I needed to say. Anymore would just be pointless."

Nepenthe looked at Damien with a slight smile before speaking. "You did the right thing. Those beasts deserved to die. Anyway, you were close by for a reason. We were all fated to meet here on this day." Damien nodded in agreement again, but suddenly the voice of another entered his mind.

"HA! You failed to tell them the whole truth of your little story. How much of a monster you yourself was. After vanquishing the ogres, you quenched your thirst on the girls still fresh blood. You know they would be sickened by you, and turn you away for it. You wonder why your are tortured by the spirits whom you caused death, when you are nothing more then a monster who took their lives in one way or another." The voice trailed off in his mind as Damien looked around for the spirit, and he found it floating atop the roof of a ravaged home. Another male spirit stood, he had died during a war of which Damien watched.

Damien turned away from the others as to not give away his troubles, and thought to himself. "It was what I needed to do. I needed to keep my strength up. I did not take her life with these hands, she was all ready dead. But...but I suppose there is nothing I can say to make it right. Spirit, forgive me, but I wish not to be burdened by you any further. Be gone."

The spirit was about to reply, but Damien managed to push it's presence out of his mind and stood their looking to the ground as the others talked of what they would do next.

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue][i]The two olde females exchanged a meaningful glance....both of them were able to read men like books, and this was no exception. He was clearly disturbed by something that was not only his thirst for revenge... Nepenthe sighed and continued with her standing still....resisting the urge to race through the forests of the night.[/i]

Arikel: Then we should go get some rest.

Siren: Finally....somebody makes sense.

Nepenthe: Si...

[i]The eldest bowed to the people, and bid them a temporary farewell. She turned and vaulted away on her staff, moving quickly through the village until she cleared it and was in the trees. Once there, she quickly climbed the nearest tall sycamore and curled up in the foilage.[/i][/COLOr]

[Miketsmith]

[B]Arogyth[/B] "Well, im off to find a place to camp, anyone who wishes to join me feel free to follow me" he said smialing and started walking off trying to hide his mental pain. We walked off to his house not looking back.

Nightmares would haunt his sleep, eternal torment of how the village died, not to many people were left... what could he possibly do to right this.

[Bremma]

"Hey, wait up." Bremma called after him, moving reahter quickly, getting use to using her staff as an aid instead of a weapon.

He slowly stopped and turned, waiting for her to get near him. "I see you are takingup my offer?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Normally, Id just find a good tree or bush to sleep in, but I think i'll need something a little more comfortable with my leg like it is." She shfited her weight on her leg a bit.

He nodded and reply, starting to walk again. She noted he was looking down at the ground as he walked. "You alright?" she asked, looking at him a bit.

"Hm?" he said, lifting his head and looking over at her. "Oh, its.. its nothing." he replied, not wanting to talk about the immient nightmares for him.

She nodded, respecting his privacy and followed him.

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien watched as Nepenthe made her departure for the night, then turned watching the others pair off into camps. Damien still not quite use to company decides it would benefit himself, and perhaps the others if he seek a place to rest by himself. Walking several yards through the town Damien found a small cemetery, all though he seen much death in his life. He seemed unusually at peace when he stepped in a cemetery, and all though he rarely slept he enjoyed the peace. Finding a headstone, Damien took a seat next to it and leaned back feeling the cold marble numbing his flesh. Looking towards the moon Damien's thoughts wondered off to the woman known as Nepenthe. He still could not quite figure her out, but he was happy to find someone whom did not fear him in the least.

The girls blood still courses through his veins, it's strengthens him all the while weakening him emotionally. Thinking to himself, Damien closed his eyes as if he was in a deep meditational trance. "I am a parasite." He thought to himself.

"I am not sure of why I must be the way that I am, but I hope that they saying is true. That there is in fact a purpose for each of us. For if this is true, then maybe I have a greater purpose to fulfill on this planet aside from bring a cruse to those around me. Maybe there is a reason, still unclear to me, why I posses such a 'talent.'" Damien continued with this line of thinking, occasionally having his thoughts wonder back to Nepenthe. He was definitely smitten with her, but he would try best not to burden her with himself in anyway.

Surprisingly, Damien slipped away into slumber for the first time in at least a year. Unbelievable as it may be.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her eyes shut, and she slept, ears filled with tree song.....it was a dull hum, ever so often changing its rhythm and meter. Siren chuckled and leaned against one of the buildling still standing. That girl could sleep on a clothesline.

Long before the dawn ever began, she was up once more. She quickly vaulted her way through the trees, braiding her hair as she went...then she landed swiftly and entered the town. Once within the boundries, she put her nose to work and found the slumbering vampyre. He looked comfortable. Almost at peace.... She folded her legs underneath her gracefully and put a hand on his chest. He didn't move....but his senses awoke. A hand was on his chest, and it was calming....not a threat. Nepenthe smiled and smelled the air around him. It was muted, like his whole sense.[/i]

Damien: Is it morning?

Nepenthe: Hardly. I'm surprised you're up though....normally, your kind sleep long after a feed.

[i]He looked at her. Could she tell that easily? Nepenthe smiled and gestured to her neck.[/i][/COLOR]