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You look about you cautiously... not quite sure as to why you were drawn here. The strong power that you sensed and followed now pulses strongly before you as your eyes wander up the ancient stone steps to the temple set in the snowy mountainside. You take a deep breath as your mind races ahead of you to what awaits you in the temple.

You start up the long set of steps, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet as you keep an eye out for anything unusual. The icy northern wind swirls and dances over your face, nipping coldly at your flesh. A shiver runs down your spine as you near the top of the steps, causing your hair to stand on end. Your hand trails cautiously over your weapon but not wanting to appear jumpy you force yourself to continue on and not draw it. You reach the top of the steps and stand there a moment to catch your breath. Turning around your eyes scan over the scene behind you. Your eyes glint in the setting sun as it dips below the horizon, sinking behind the mountain peeks and painting the sky a multitude of rich colours.

Turning back to the temple you observe the building that now looms bbefore you. The large marble pillars supporting the roof above the entrance catch your eye. The carved stone resembling angels with torn and bleeding wings atop demonic beasts with swords drawn and pointed towards the sky. Your eyes wander over the carvings a moment longer taking in the details with awe. Shaking your head you remember your quest. To find out why you were drawn to this place so far from everything else.

You venture inside to a dimly lit chamber and you stand there a moment blinking as your eyes adjust to the change in the light levels. As your sight becomes accustomed to the darkness you begin to look about you. Your eyes scan over the large chamber, the torch light dancing in your eyes and flickering across your face as it slices through the shadows. You enter a little further into the chamber, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness as you walk across the ancient stone floor. Your eyes look over the room with curiosity. They travel from the stone pews near the front to the gothic alter covered with a black lace cloth. Several black and red candles of different sizes burning brightly around it. Behind the alter is a large statue of an angel on her knees, one hand reaching desperately for her sword with her tattered wings raised painfully behind her, Her long hair spilling about her pained face. Above her a second angel is carved, bringing his sword down through her back between her wings and piercing through her chest, a sadistic smile etched onto his stone face. On the alter lays an ancient sword and dagger draped in the reddest of velvets, blood red. Beside them is an ancient text, a weathered leather bound book with gold leaf pages. The cover tooled by a highly skilled craftsman and set with rubies, it edges trimmed with nickel and gold.

The text is of a language unfamiliar to you as you run your fingers lightly over the cover a feeling of a great length and passing of time surges through you. Jerking your hand back you turn around and look up. The cathedral ceiling seems to go forever and disappears into the darkness. You notice several more pillars like the ones at the entrance and you notice several stone archways, leading down dark corridors. Your eyes travel over the red and black drapes and wall hangings to the wall itself as you notice with a closer look that it too is carved. As you wander closer you see that etched into the stone walls is a detailed mural. Your eyes look over the images eagerly taking it in. As you read through the images with depict angels being cast from heaven to the earth in disgrace and shunned from their God's love.

They travel through time and form ties with their fallen brethren and other fallen beings such as themselves. It shows creatures such as Demons, Vampires, Sirens and of Course Fallen Angels... Uniting and coming together. As they form a new alliance, they train as they numbers grow into an unholy army and they train for war against the one who betrayed them. At your feet you sense something and look down. You notice a series of ancient runes, marked in blood and soaked into the stone. From what you can see you determine that they line the entire perimeter, placed at the foot of each wall they are a shield placed here to protect the temples occupants from hostile attacks.

You turn around suddenly as you sense movement in the shadows at your back. Your eyes scan the darkness alertly and gaze into the darkness above the alter, making out a stone balcony you had not noticed before. The shadows start to swirl and form in the center of the balcony as they take shape a body and sits down in the large gothic throne behind it. As you look closer your eyes make out the shadowed figure of an attractive girl who appears to be about 21, but for those who can sense her power also sense that she is indeed over a thousand. Her long purple hair trails over her pale skin. She lights two pillar candles on either side of her throne and the light licks across her face. Her gaze rests on you and she smiles.

"Greetings my fallen one. So you have found your way to our unholy sanctuary. May your soul which has been shunned by the light of our lord find peace here, amongst fallen friends. If you wish to join state your name, race (ie. vampire siren etc.), why you want to join, and what your talents are. Join us and train here in the shadows of our beloved home and temple as we prepare to wage war against the one who cast us from him and betrayed our blackened hearts"

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Username: Yotsy
Name: Yotsuba
Alignment: Between Good & Evil
Age: Appears to be 21yrs; She's well over 400yrs old.
Birthday: Oct 12th
Race: Demonic Origians/Neko
Height: 5'10
Weight: 168lbs
Hair: Long Purple
Eyes: Slate Blue
Build: Trim/Slender/Well Built
Distinguishing Marks: Black Neko Ears & Tail
Weapon of choice: Silver Coated Claws {grow longer on demand} Katana
Special abilities: Transformation {Small Black Cat ; Beast Form} Black Magik
Personality: Intelligent, Morbid, Slightly Cocky, Overly Protective, Somewhat Nice once you get to know her, Her opinions often change so she's never exactly sure if she's on the side of good or the side of bad.
Background: She is the youngest living descendant of the hell's throne. Her older brother Nagga doesn�t like her at all, and has made a pact with Shoujin to have her killed/murdered, so that he can take over the throne again, without any hassle from her. Shoujin is currently invested in Yotsuba and wants to know everything there is to know about her, before he has to kill her.

Yotsuba was cast out of the underworld, for being a demon princess with a heart for others who treated her right.

She is a very outgoing personality once you get to know her, though she does keep to herself when she needs time to think. She can be very aggressive and cold when pushed the wrong way and doesn�t take kindly to people treating her close friends with disrespect. Just like a lot of people she also hates to be told that she�s wrong. Though if she knows that she is/has been wrong she will try to fix things without anyone noticing.

She has the ability to transform into a small black neko ((cat)) with demonic wings and red claws. She�s not much bigger then a kitten when she�s in this form. This is a form that she tends to take very often, mostly because people don't recognize her that well. While in this form her agility is heightened and her speed is much faster. Because of that, she likes to use this form to spy, when needed.

She has the ability to create slender portal's that she uses to teleport from one place to another, she has since developed it to the best of her ability after several years of practice. This is her primary source of travel for long distances or escaping from foes.

Her favorite weapon of choice would have to be the katana that she is able to pull out of her steal plated claws. Her katana is standard size and doesn�t have any special markings on the blade, other then a rose etched on the right side closest to the hilt. The hilt is wrapped in crimson red over solid black with a small charm hanging from the top of the hilt. The charm is a small rose also, this one is special though. It was given to her by her father before her brother killed him. She has always called her sword, Crimson Rose. She uses her sword most when she is in battle, unfortunately she can't draw her sword when in her neko form.

Her blood is somewhat different from others. Being the type of demon that she is, her features caused her to have a semi acidic blood. When she is cut (or otherwise harmed) and blood comes out, it does not harm her, but others that are not demon can be harmed by it if it comes in contact with them.

She does have a problem that not many have seen, when her temper is messed with she changes, as in stage one through five, only able to inhabit one stage at a time. This is a very rare occurrence and she should be avoided when she's like this because she can't control herself.

Since she is the princess of the underworld, she was given a big black book that has a lot of ancient markings on it, and is covered in metal chains unless it's opened by someone the book likes. This book is called "The Book of Demonic & Black Magik" This is a very unique book, because it learns new things and adds them to the pages within. Any question you might ask it, if it isn�t there, it will be soon. Yotsuba uses this book a lot when she gets caught in a bind and can't do anything else.

She also has the ability to heal people. Though this isn�t the standard healing, if she likes you enough, she'll heal you, but at the cost of draining her own powers completely and she takes on your internal pain. When she's done this, in the past, she normally collapses onto the floor unconscious.

Yotsuba has developed the ability to telepathically move things or people, of small weight and talk to people, through her thoughts. She's currently working to establish a better control on her ability to move objects.



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Username: Hirehorn
Name: Drakeion Argetfang
Alignment: His own
Age: 20yrs
Birthday: Aug 21th
Race: Human
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair: Scruffy dirty blond
Eyes: Ice blue
Build: Well Built
Distinguishing Marks: Strange mark on his left wrist and neck
Weapon of choice: Re curve bow and dull kriss blades
Special abilities: Dragon sight(allows him to see in any condition)
Personality: While traveling he is very sullen and kept to himself and watchful of his surroundings.In Public hes very loud and much the joker he find it easier to find jobs.in private he is very professional and serious beyond comparison.
Background: Drake was born in a tribal village in the mountains and trained from birth when he was able to walk.Taught early in the ways of tracking,hand to hand combat,blade fighting and archery.He latched onto archery like a dog does with a meaty bone and has never let it go since.Leaving his village early with much woe to his mother and congrats form his father.Setting out with only his bow and quiver ,two daggers and the clothes on his back he has traveled the land taking any jobs that would challenge him in is marksman ship.Having heard the stories of great hero's as a child and the great deeds they made i the world with their bows he set out to make his own mark in the world.Not always taking the righteous job but making a name for himself as he can he lets his feet take him were ever they might or wagon or barge or what ever.
Arcane Archer

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Username: The Dark Ringmaster
Name: Daki
Alignment: Between Good & Evil
Age: 21
Birthday: Mar 14th
Race: Fallen Angel
Height: 6�4�
Weight: 178lbs
Hair: Short Black hair
Eyes: Two different colored eyes
Build: Tall, well built
Distinguishing Marks: wears two rings one white and one red
Weapon of choice: Double bladed Katana
Special abilities: Healing, making angel wings one white and one black (appears on demand)
Personality: Easy Going, loves reading books, protective, kind of a cocky when it comes to himself



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Username: Eserel
Name: Mindini [ Mind, Mindless, Min ]
Alignment: Curiously bordering Evil
Age: Appears to be 17, real age unknown
Birthday: December 12th
Race: Elven / Human hybrid
Height: 5" 4'
Weight: 89 lbs
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Crystal blue
Build: Long legged, short torso, flat chest, very slender
Distinguishing Marks: Lights in her hair and all about her
Weapon of Choice: Magic, Lights
Special Abilities: Father was a sorcerer so she knows a tad bit of magic. Can control light.
Personality: Curious, Childish, Intelligent, Rude at times, Strong sense of pride
Background: Mother was an elf, Father was a sorcerer. They met a circus and fell in love. Mother left and had an affair with the Elephant Trainer, so Mindini left with her father. They created a magic shop on the corner of an intersection. Minidni had a habit of wandering off and one day got lost. She has not seen her father since.



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Drake sat on a low branch in the ancient pine tree, his back to the gnarled trunk and his bow in his lap. The cold rough bark bit into his back and the air nipped at his bare skin. His Ice eyes looked off into the darkness of the wood in solo thought of a child entranced in the way a bird fly’s. Arrow in hand, held lightly in the finger tips but firmly like he would have it knocked. He pulled it across the string like a violinist playing at a concert, causing an eerie melody sound to come from the bow. The bow itself was an unholy as the melody it produced. He could never remember were he had bought it from or from who but he knew since he had owned it his aim had become uncanny to hitting his targets and his eyes sight had change some how. This land of white bleakness held a vague beauty to him though even in this place he had trouble seeing. His soft lips curled in a small smile as the sound of the music played across his ears and blended into the forest. His dark brown hair, lined with ice icicles along with his padded leather clothing danced softly in the small breeze that snaked its way among the forest making the trees whisper to each other and clap their gangly hands in the desert of white. His hard soled boots tapped against the limb in steady beat with the tune as his head swayed lightly as a conductor would his hands. In the back ground of the forest he could hear the sound of Something, good or bad he could not determine but the sound of something and maybe a place warmer then this old tree. Hopping down from the limp and landing on his heels up right with out messing a tune on his bow he made his way to the sounds he heard over the music and began to play faster and louder hoping to let friend or foe to know of his coming.


"Behold the temple of hell....In its wondrous glory to those who fell....may they be friend or foe....i can not tell....I should have been a bard instead of a Bowmen....no this is better....i can't rhyme all the time...hey that funny..."

drake muttered to no one and every one at the same time as he came into sight of the building.His mind and body steadily being numbed by the cold he knew he was slowly losing touch with reality if he didn't begin to warm up soon but it felt rather nice,warm and cold at the same time,like when his legs often feel sleep when he stood.

As he neared the Building he slowed in his playing again and evenly got his arms and hands to work the arrow and bow into their respective quivers,being buried in ice and snow.He flexed his frozen fingers and the rest of his body knocking the snow from his body as he walked up the stone hewn steps to the the great doors.Drawing upon the sapping energy in his hands he bashed his hands painfully against the great doors.He tried to call out above the blasting snow but his voice could not carry and he could do nothing be lean against the door and stay huddled in his travel leathers in wait.

Drake let out a grunt as his stiff body hit the hard floor of the building as the weight of his body forced it open.He stared blankly at the floor for a moment as he began forcing his almost frozen body to move.The ice that had collected on his lips and nose made his face half numb and his eyes burned like embers as they began to dry out from the ice.Forcing his left arm to reach out and pull himself forward he eventually made his way away from the door and able to pull him self to his knees.Using his shoulder and body weight he pushed against the doors until they closed.He sat with his back to the door and shivered like a loose package in the back of a wagon.

He lifted his head and stared hazily down the hallway,the shimmer of light very faint.He force able blinked his eyes to get the tears back into them once the water in his body began to defrost.The force of his shivering caused all his arrows to rattle together and his bow thump against the door,his kriss frozen into their sheathes gave the soprano to the arrows and the bows bass.He could think of nothing more then his home village and the time he had been through into the frozen river as a part of his training.Remembering what he was told,he began to force himself to take deep breathes and forced himself to stand and lean against the door.
With a stiff grip and a grunt from a dry and parched throat he pulled one of the kriss from its sheath and slowly made his way down the hall havening to use the wall as support until his legs could completely function.

"Hello.....Who let me in.....hello..."

He forced out of his mouth as his throat began to rewet itself once again from the movement and the melting ice touching his lips aided his efforts to be able to talk once again.

Drake squinted and blinked a few times forcing his eyes to water once again and try to focus on the figure in the hall.Drake tried to stand as up right as he could but his body gave out from under him and he hit his knees.The kriss fell from his hand and clanged upon the ground hilt first.He hugged himself as another set of tremors racked his body as it continued to adjust from the cold.Clenching his jaw and locking the rest of his body to stop the tremors.He knew his body had been shutting down for to long for him to be able to defend himself if he had too.

With great effort he pulled the bow from its quiver.The onyx haft was craved in many strange symbols in a language not his own. It curved like a bow should but the spine was jagged like a lighting bolt and hard as diamonds.The cord was a strange black material smooth as silk and as tough as mythril. Two crimson rubies we embedded into the thickest part of the bow,the tips of the string were connected to two small prongs coming off of these jewels.His arrow quiver decorated in the same fashion of the bow and the arrows and heads were made of the same material of the bow and the fletching of the string.

drake could hear voices around him and felt the wait of something heavy on him.He slid his blueish-purple hands along the spine of the bow to the jewels and clamped his hands onto them best he could.He leaned forward est he could and hugged the bow to his body.The mark on his left arm began to shimmer a soft red as the jewels matched the glow.In a matter of seconds the color covered his entire body and pulsed with his heart beat.

In a matter of 15 seconds he took a gulping breath and fall backwards from the force of the intake.He dropped his bow and landed on his heels in a squat.His breathing was rapid as his body reset from the cold.His vision cleared and his breathing slowly came unto control.He licked his teeth and swallowed a few times to get everything flowing properly.He flexed his joints and snatched up his bow and kriss, placing them in their respective places tho his hand rested on his kriss.His eyes darted from person to person and around the strange building.



"Well it seems every one is well met but im willing to bet that going back out side isn't going to happen yet.....maybe I should have been a bard...."

He shook his head a little bit as he focused back onto the voice at hand and the area around him.

"Drakeion Argetfang at your services...... Master Archer and bard in trining"

He took a low bow to the one saved his life and the Female that claimed this place as her own.

"forgive my intrusion but I was not aware that people lived here....were ever here is tho it seems better then being every were and no were."

Name: Drakeion Argetfang
Alignment: His own
Age: 20yrs
Birthday: Aug 21th
Race: Human
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair: Scruffy dirty blond
Eyes: Ice blue
Build: Well Built
Distinguishing Marks: Strange mark on his left wrist and neck
Weapon of choice: Re curve bow and dull kriss blades
Special abilities: Dragon sight(allows him to see in any condition)
Personality: While traveling he is very sullen and kept to himself and watchful of his surroundings.In Public hes very loud and much the joker he find it easier to find jobs.in private he is very professional and serious beyond comparison.
Background: Drake was born in a tribal village in the mountains and trained from birth when he was able to walk.Taught early in the ways of tracking,hand to hand combat,blade fighting and archery.He latched onto archery like a dog does with a meaty bone and has never let it go since.Leaving his village early with much woe to his mother and congrats form his father.Setting out with only his bow and quiver ,two daggers and the clothes on his back he has traveled the land taking any jobs that would challenge him in is marksman ship.Having heard the stories of great hero's as a child and the great deeds they made i the world with their bows he set out to make his own mark in the world.Not always taking the righteous job but making a name for himself as he can he lets his feet take him were ever they might or wagon or barge or what ever.
Arcane Archer

Yotsuba looked upon Drakeion, allowing a faint smile to escape her lips. It had been some time since she had last seen life in this old church, and to see someone now, a man; Appearing to not be well, she couldn't help thinking to herself that she would be stuck filling another grave outside. Her clawed hands gripped the arm rests of her throne as continued to study this man, being a cat demon like she was, she was quite intrigued. Though her face would tell you otherwise. Her ears would twitch now and again; Her tail would peek out from behind her body and flop over the side of the throne. It was oh so clear that she wasn't human, perhaps fleeing from this area would be best when setting eyes upon something like her? Her purple hair flowed forward as she leaned in towards the man.
"I am Yotsuba. Heir to the underworld" She stated with pride as she tried to hide her fanged smirk.

Username: The Dark Ringmaster
Name: Daki
Alignment: Between Good & Evil
Age: 21
Birthday: Mar 14th
Race: Fallen Angel
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 178lbs
Hair: Short Black hair
Eyes: Two different colored eyes
Build: Tall, well built
Distinguishing Marks: wears two rings one white and one red
Weapon of choice: Double bladed Katana
Special abilities: Healing, making angel wings one white and one black (appears on demand)
Personality: Easy Going, loves reading books, protective, kind of a cocky when it comes to himself

"I thank you for allowing me entrance into your home....its a bit colder out side then I thought it would turn.Sorry if i intruded upon your rest but i have no wish to be in a tome jest yet."

He sat on his haunches as his body slowly released from the grip of the magic.He stared out ahead of him,at her as he spoke.His voice neutral in all respects and his mind wandering slightly as he continued to go through the images of the building through his head.

She wasn't the first non-human he had seen.He himself was not one so it did not surprise him.She had an aura about her that he could not pin at least not yet if he lived so long.he places his bow in front of him and his kriss on each side of that so he could sit flat on his but.

"I have nothing to offer for you hospitality but these items and my services if you require them M'lady Yotsuba,if you have no need for me then I will be on my at the first sign of the storm lightens up."

Daki pushes open the two doors to the church as he walks in looking at the structure talking to himself not knowing that there are two other people that are inside. As he looks straight ahead he jumps as he see the two people knowing that one is most definitely a demon. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

She leaned back in the throne, her hair being crushed gently against the plush backing of the head rest. Her eyes couldn't help but be fixated on this man. She had not seen anyone around these parts in such a long time; She couldn't help wondering if her cat-like eyes staring at him bothered him. Moments later her ears twitched at the sound of the large wooden doors opening. She slowly shifted her glance from Drake, to the new noise maker in the church. Her eyes shimmered a little in the dimly lit room as she leaned forward once again to get a better focus on the new comer. Again, a faint smile slipped from her lips as she thought. 'That one appears to different from this one~' She took a small breathe as she shifted her eyes quickly from the new guy to Drake and back again. "Apparently this place is popular today..."

He smiles lightly as he slides slowly to one of the benches and sits down as he reaches down to one of the books on the back side of the other bench and starts reading hopefully not to disturb the other two that are further down the aisle from him. Every now and then he stares up at the demon and the other person and then going back to his reading.

He slowly raised his head to look at the other calmly walking into the place he had almost made his prison.

"Greetings sir...tis a night for warm fir but then in a place so bold you feel not the cold..."

He gave a small nod and a fake smile and turned back to the female in front of him.He crossed his hands and placed them in his lap as he awaited her answer.

She stared at the new guy until he sat down. As soon as he did she became uninterested. Her eyes came back to Drake, still in front of her and he appeared to be waiting for something. It was in her nature to easily forget things, so she sat for a moment with her hands in her lap trying to remember the last thing that he had said. At this point she couldn't hide the fact that her face was showing such forgetfulness. A moment or two passed and it had to have looked like a light bulb lit up as she finally remembered what they were talking about. She couldn't help feeling silly, forgetting something they had just been talking about. She shrugged and went on with the conversation, well, with what little conversation there was. She then put her hands back on the arm rests and began to answer his question. "I'm not sure I have need of any services, for I can take good care of myself" Again, a fanged smile could be seen creeping onto her face. "But you are more then welcome to stay..." As she finished, she wondered if her being a demon creeped either of the two men out. It usually did, exspecily if they were humans.

He shut the book and placed it back where he found it as he stood up and placed his hands in his pockets of his pants as he started to walk down the aisle towards the other two. He reaches them as he moves to the other side of the guy and leans againist the other bench staying quiet until he is spoken too.

He simply gave her a small no and replaced his weapons into their respective places.Making sure everything was secure he slowly rose to his feet and straighting his clothing.He looked around the room once more in exploration and let his eyes stand upon the new comer for a moment before transferring back to the Female before him.

"Being or beast, M'lady I mean no offense but I would Like to know the will if not the being of my host or captor which ever i have from the howling rapture."

He gave a small bow to her,lowing his head enough for his hair to fall forward and his half breed ears to poke through with their slight point.The tinged mark upon his neck viable in the lighting,tho no matter how he tried the underdark would forever follow him.

He raises his head his two different colored eyes started at the man with a smirk shaking his head from side to side. Speaking to the man "You do know she is a demon." Looking up at the female sitting down in the chair infront of them speaking to her as well "Am I right you can correct me if I am wrong".

Yotsuba's eyes shifted quickly to the new guy, listening to the way he said everything. To her, it sounded like he was against demons. Perhaps she was wrong, but she was oh so easily angered when the subject is brought up and among an angelic no less. By this point her claws had dug into the underside of the armrests, ironically there were marks there already; Clearly she'd done this many times before. Her eyes which showed such coldness before, grew bitter and her fangs could no longer be hidden behind her lips. If sitting close enough to her, you could probably even hear a small hissing noise escape her mouth just before she began to speak. ". . . Of course he knows I'm a demon! Are you blind?!" She muttered almost without thinking. Her ears began to twitch uncontrollably. "You . . . Y..o..u... Angelic! At least I do not hide my blood!" She growled slightly as she took a breath "One might not realize it by looking at you, but you indeed have the wings of an Angelic! You hide them, but your aura show them to me. You are pathetic!" By now she couldn't control her anger, she felt the need to climb out of her seat and beat that angel to a pulp.

Raises his hands up smiling. looking at the female "You caught me surprized that you could tell just by my aura." Two wings one black and one white appear out from his back as they fold behind him looking at her. Looking over at the man smirking "Surprized I bet huh" laughing slightly standing in the middle of the aisle.

He felt the tension hit the air like a spider would a fly in her web.Years of training and hard life kicked in at the same moment.He took a few steps back,drawing his bow and knocking and arrow but not drawing it.His eyes darted back and for from the matched two.If this broke into a fight he would do his best to not join in and only aid the losing side as best he could or the winning side depending up the tide of the fight.The runes on his arm shimmered faintly as he whispered under his breath the secret language of his people or his ex people depending on the person who looked at his past.

He had wanted nothing more then a place from the cold,being the home of demon or rock he cared not but this place was warm and the lady had offered him the gift of a place from the storm so there was a mark for her but for now that was all he had to go on.he knew his actions would not aid the tension in the air but it made him fell better about him self for now until he had need to draw the cursed bow.

She tightly gripped the armrests once again. They were probably the only thing keeping her from trying to rip that angelic limb from limb. What in the world was this throne made of anyway? How in the hell could it take such a beating and not have the armrests rip clean off? She glared at the man, half ignoring Drake; She saw no threat in Drake currently and knew she had better not cause a ruckuss here, right now. She bit her lip on one side, her fang digging into her lush bottom lip causing her to bleed. The blood dripped down from her lip and made a small splatter the floor; As soon as it hit the floor it started to burn like acid but no matter how long it sat there it couldn't burn a hole into the stone. It was clear now that she was not your average demon and perhaps this wasn't the best thing to be letting everyone see at the moment but it was the only way she could think of to calm herself down. Although, the other way as stated before would be to rip the man limb from angelic limb and then roast his flesh for food and then hang his wings in the grave yard. Oh how she loved the idea of that. Anyone seeing what she was thinking in her head would think she hated angels, but the contrary; She had no issues with them, she just didn't like this angels tone. She's got a temper doesn't she?

Turning to the female sensing some hostility. He bows as he wings goes back into his back keeping his head low speaking to her " I apologize for the tone I have taken I wish not to cause a problem between us I did not mean too." Turning to the man holding the bow " I would put that thing away you wouldn't want to poke an eye out would you. I know I wouldn't." smiling softly to the man.

In one swift motion the knoc was pulled from the string and placed into thw quiver and the bow was placed into its holding place.

"I could take out more then and eye but they need not fly.I see no reason to draw on friends for any reason or by any means.blast this continous rhyme.....i am for ever cursed until the end of time."

Drake grumbled something else under his breath in one of his languages and ran his hands through his hair as he continued to grumble for a moment but stopped stood upright and nodded to both of the beings before him.

"Lets forget what makes us different for the morrow,but i must ask for a bed to borrow."

He yawned some as he stretched the current events havening seemingly slide from his shoulder.

She lifted a hand from the armrest and placed it at her lip, dabbing the blood a little. She bit harder then she had intended and now she'd spilt her blood on the nice stone floors too. She let out a heavy sigh as she glanced back at Drake. A bed sounded nice right about now, soft and plush and full of warmth. She knew Drake was right about at least one thing, our differences could wait until morning. She struggled letting out a small smile as she pointed back towards a hall on the left, past her throne. It was a shadowed hall and you could barely see it from where they were. It was dimly lit like the rest of the place, the hall seemed to go on forever. It had several doors on either side with empty name plaques hung to the doors. All except for one door had an empty name plaque, as you would walk the hall you would eventually find the only named room. Roughly clawed into the wooden plaque would be the name "Yotsuba" Clearly it was her room, decorated to her likings and of course it came equipped with a barrier to keep out any unwanted guests. "Drake, you may take a rest back that way..." She continued pointing to the hall. "Feel free to take any room and make it your own, just remember to carve your name to the plaque on the door" She murmured trying to hold back a yawn. She too was ready for bed, she would soon escape to her room to bury herself among her sheets.

He stands there quietly as he slides his hands back into his pockets and leans againist the bench next to him. He then gets up and goes to one of the walls sitting down leaning againist it leaving the lady and the man alone. "I hope that I wont get killed while I am here." as he tells himself

Yotsuba still sat comfortably in the throne, although she grew even more tired by the following seconds. She had thought briefly about staying awake; She was still interested in what was or had been going on around her. Another yawn escaped her lips, her mouth opened wide baring her fangs once again. My, her fangs were sharp and so white. How in the world did someone keep something like that hidden as well as her? She wasn't ashamed of her fangs, in fact she loved them. But those aren't exactly something you run off to show all your friends. In the back of her mind, she always thought that her teeth scared other people; She has yet to meet a person who was not taken back by the sight of them. Her ears lowered down gently on top of her head, almost laying flat. In the dimly lit room she could easily appear human, at least until her tail flicked around and caught your eye.

As she continued to sit, watching. She grew more tired and couldn't help thinking about that bed of hers. She let out a small sigh as she finally, for the first time stood up from her throne and stretched her arms out above her head. From the seated position she was in you couldn't tell just how tall she really was until she had stood up. Her height was in no way comparable to the two men in the room with her, but for a girl, she was amazingly tall. After she finished stretching she lazily stepped down off the small platform the throne sat upon and began to head back towards the sleeping quarters. That long cold looking hallway, every time she walked towards it she was reminded of just how uninviting it looked. Although one would be surprised by the interior of any room. As she slowly walked away she waved and stated "If you should need me, my room isn't hard to find"

After a short walk down that dim hallway, she'd stop and turn to her right and reach for a door knob. You could really tell just how long she'd been living here. She knew exactly where the room was and without looking up at the name plaque. She smiled a little as she turned the knob and entered her room, she was oh so ready to climb into that bed. She'd shut the door quietly behind her and make her way towards a large four post bed, covered in rich black and purple fabrics. The bed seemed so large for someone her size, but she liked having a big bed; She tends to roll around a lot. She wasted no time reaching the bed, she sat down on the bed and looked around the rest of the room before sliding her feet out of her wooden sandals. She would simply take a nap, there was no need for her to change from her day clothes, at least not yet. She smiles again, in the comfort and privacy of her own room then slings her legs up and onto the bed. It was so plush, she must have looked like she sank in the bed.

She didn't bother getting under her blankets but she did reach across the bed and snatch one of the pillows, then rolled onto her side and cuddled the pillow close. Hard to believe that mere moments ago she was so hostile. A gentle smile was still plastered on her face as she slowly shut her eyes and started to fall asleep. If needed, she would be easily enough woken up from her nap.

He nodded a small thank you to her before she left and nodded his goodbyes to the other.He followed her a little way down the hall and turned sharply to the right at the first door he came too.

He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open just in case it needed to be pulled hurriedly shut.This was one of the few times he didn't mind his dark vision.He stuck his head into the door and slowly looked around.The room was surprisingly bigger then he thought it would be,judge from the outside.He noted the layers of dust and staleness of the air.The cobwebs sagged with the weight of dirt and dead bugs.There was a molted pallet in the far corner,a pile of rat infested rags that was once a monks bed.He couldn't make out much more of furniture or anything else but at least he had room now....for now.He headed back into the more spacious throne room and curled up next to the throne.Tomorrow would be a good day to start cleaning and decorating if the snow died down and he could get better clothing and some food but those were later thoughts.