Leon opened his left eye to a squint, seeing the Rae. He kept himself snoring, his emerald eye focusing on the girl.
"Even the faerie fire can't light this darkness," He spoke, his voice coming from every direction. He walked around Blake, watching the wound on his side bleed. The drow-shade could see perfectly. But, if he were not part shade... He chuckled, shaking the thought from his mind. "If I were not a shade, then I surely would be dead 68 years ago." He answered allowed, answering his own question. The faerie fire still danced about Blake, making him more sensible, regardless of the nightvision and infravision. The drow-shade went into action, the only sound was the whistling of the two slender blades, working in a flurry. The whistle was low frequenced.
Leon fell asleep, snoring quietly, his hand subconsciously scratching his slender abdomen hidden under his white T-Shirt. He held tilted towards the sky.
Sessamaru nodded in understanding. A thought occured to him. Why would archdevils leave their domain? Sessamaru shook his head. "Then I thank you for saving what was left of this village," he whispered, turning. A black aura formed two broken black wings on Sessamaru's back, his right hand twitching. He slowly walked away.
Ooc: Sorry for my absense. Recap, please.
Cleverly, Vallyn dropped a globe of inpenetrable darkness over Blake and his fire twister. He took advantage and used own magical body, his magical eyes seeing through the darkness eternal. He went in and banished the flame from behind with Zilvinidia, her icy cold touch releasing a slight warm steam. He came in with Mournagh, the blade's light glowing brightly in its inpenetrable globe of darkness. He smirked. He dropped low with his thrust, as Zilvinidia came in an upward thrust. The two blades were a centimeter apart.
Ooc: lol, no problem. Vallyn was already back within the darkness, and there was no green glow, or a soft, icy blue glow. It was eternal darkness. Vallyn was hidden from sight, but he could easily see the purple faerie fire. He smirked.
"What has happened here?" Sessamaru asked, in complete control of the situation. His cloak danced to and fro, dancing across the black, sanguine material that housed his body. The liquid seem to come to life, snapping at the air.
Ooc: lol, it's Vallyn :P Already, as the shadows were banished, the drow-shade appeared behind Blake, his booted foot kicked forward, towards the boy's back.
Leon, as casual and lazy as he was, sat on a bench, not caring for the Songstress. He didn't care. He was too tired.
"No," He said with a smile, hiding his sarcasm. He sounded friendly. Too friendly. The drow-shade drew the shadows over him. "Come to me," he whispered, only bits and pieces of him visible through the constant swirl of shadows.
"Yes, a game," He spoke softly, almost hypnotically. His voice was a soft whisper as he continued, "it's called 'Kill The Drow-Shade'." He smirked, drawing out both cutlasses.
Ooc: You can use your own fire, but my faerie fire will remain on you unless I dismiss it or if a day has past. "I expected so, it is very amusing," he chuckled. He could see the boy as clear as if the sunlight were out, and this greatly amused Vallyn. He got up "Want to play a game?"
"For my own amusement. Faerie fire is not a manipulatant, you, the fire elemental, can not control something without heat. Amusing, no?" He asked with a friendly tone, hoping to arouse his amusment further by breaking down the boy's guard.
"Idiot..." Vallyn muttered, outlining Blake in harmless purple faerie fire. He saw the boy more vividly.
Leon walked about, his arms crossed, his eyes opened lazily, his long brown bangs dancing about his cheeks and chin. His green eyes darted left and right, scanning everyone. He sighed. He walked perfectly straight, legs closely packed together, his back straight. He sighed again, walking past every random person he sees, hearing every rumor from every corner. His stomach growled and he cursed lightly.
Vallyn randomly shoots an arrow at the carton. "You sicken me," He mutters.
Name: Leonhardt (Prefers to be call Leon) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Powers: High speed, shadow, and wind Main element: Wind Weapon: Greatsword, two slender curved swords. History: Often tired and lazy, Leon walks about as a traveller, searching for someone. He doesn't know who, he just does, as if his heart is telling him to do something. The slender young man eventually runs into someone, something... Everything and yet nothing... Vice-versa. Paradox. Personality: Often lazy, keeps to himself, randomly jumps into conversations, always hungry. Side: Good Other: He loves to eat and is very good with swordplay.
He walked down and saw Rex and his crew. He stood there, calm and collected. His melancholy was no where noticeable in the air. He closed the third eye.
"That milk is two weeks old," Vallyn whispered as he lost his anger and rage. He was calm now, but his shadowarm still felt new. He didn't even realized it was still part of him.
