Hopelessly lost?

The bastards they were, if even able to call them that. The ignorance beyond Will in all of its eternal stretch and mass, they were beyond any means of words to express stubborn. Like a shooting star his body engulfed in the membrane of fire and light. The clouds would part to trail the beaming line of his trail, and a glimpse(SP?) of what would be a moon sized hand springing back after tossing a rock. Xion would flail to the earth with no means or measure to stop the motion, the friction and momentum nearly ripping his limbs from their sockets before the impact.

Ground shook with an echo of dust, rock and fragments of trees scattered about in all manner of directions before they rained down. His body was unharmed, buried half way into the chasm like crater his body created. No motion, only swallowed in melted sands and dirt, glass scattered about with the smell of ash and the occasional fire eating away at the ground around him. Moments would pass in silence, his body slowly rising like the undead from a grave to lift to his knees and glare to the sky.

"Mocking me.... " Teal eyes glaring through the parted clouds and towards the skies, beyond them, beyond the vast of space and time as if looking directly to the Primal that shunned him. His head turned only slightly, but his eyes fixed to their location. Spitting the grain of dust, and unwanted information of what else forced down his throat, his form would begin to rise.

Drow. Simple enough most may assume. But even beyond the arrogance that washed over his face, and the superiority complex that lifted his shoulders high, he was beyond a normal Drow. Under the ash and smut dirt, the deep flesh and the teal eyes that burned with fury, this massive form was not built like any other Drow. His apparel an obvious nature of a ruler, something alien to most that know anything of the Underdark and its culture. And his towering body of 6'8" was massing with bulging muscles along wide shoulders and tight legs. Most Drow were like elves, slender, quick and small. Light on their feet for better sneaking and quiet assassinations, unlike what this arrogant walking Drow seemed to present.

Instead, his was was like any other seasoned warrior, prideful, glorious and honoring as he walked up the side of the dirt and glass mound to meet the natural surface of the world around him. His right shoulder rolling back to snap any problematic joints, and deep teal hues would take in the detail of the moon night sky and surroundings. The difference was, Drow weren't too keen of the surface world, but due to living underground for countless millinia, evolution granted them a new ability, scent. Not like the animals of the surface world, but to take in the scent of musk, sweat, and natural hormones with a different calculation to the sentient brain.

No map to take the stars and his location, and unsure through the winding trees before him, and the surrounding hills and mountains, he was by all means lost. This Elite Drow warrior, donned the title as a Slaughter King, was lost. Teeth gritting, he hated not having information, at least anything to give him better where abouts in this filthy world of inferior scat called humanity.

((Hope you don't mind me jumping in.))

She slowly blinked, her eyes gazing silently at the sudden parting in the clouds, then she heard the sound , a sound louder then anything she'd heard in days, it sounded rather like a crash. After the sound of dirt landing on the ground faded away it became silent once again, her head felt like it was burning and a sharp pain became obvious in her side as she shoved herself up from her resting place to see this mysterious incident.

“What in the name of all that’s dark and unholy was that?” She whispered as she slowly stood, grabbing at her side and wincing as a rock stabbed into her left foot. Moving her fogged gaze over the landscape she noticed a crater first and then became aware of the one standing in front of it. She assumed it was male by the way it carried itself, even from this far distance she could tell this one lone male was tall, much taller then her. Taking a deep breath she held it for a few seconds, then blow it all out quickly and sat back down, or if seen by another person it would appear much more like falling. She set her elbows onto the ground,easing the pain on her side and watched the figure wondering what it would do first, this visitor in the land of the lost, or so she assumed it should be called.

(I don't mind, I've been waiting for someone to join me)

Walking along, with her head down, distant eyes watched the ground below her slowly move past. Caste was paying little attention to anything now, and she didn't even know where her own mind had gone. Usually when a person was in deep thought they new what they were thinking about, Caste didn't even know that. It was like being dead almost. She's changed clothes finally, wearing the blouse Taru had put on her, and a white and blue skirt that reached her knees, and a pair of light grey high top sneakers. (Psht, dont ask where she got them. Haha) Caste hadn't noticed the girl sitting on the ground til it was too late. Maybe that was for the best though, because as her foot caught the girl's arm and she summersaulted to the other side of the girl, her mind was pulled back to the present. She sat up and blinked and looked around her.

"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run into like that, I didn't hurt you did I?" Caste asked, sitting up on her knees and leaning toward the girl with a concerned looked in her own eyes. Caste back was aching slightly as she hadn't landed so well in her summersault.


(Yes, well that someone you've been waiting for it finally here! ^-^ Haha, just kidding. Man It's been like a week since I've posted.)

((Why am I surrounded by half pint kids? Xion, a murderous, blood thrust asshole..... and Kids... How the hell?))

His body rolled at the shoulders and spine to shrug off what dirt and soot he could from his body. But no matter how hard he tried, he could feel the clumps digging into ever inch and crack of armor. His hair dusted, removed of its once beautiful shimmer, now clumped with chunks of glass and living things. His hands slicking back through the mane to remove anything unpleasant to the touch, wiggling or unsanitary before his teal hues caught focus to his surroundings again.

That scent of a human was far, or light, either past gone, or just arriving, but someone was around this general area. His eyes narrowed to glare around the moon light sky, his focus ill due to the light of the Luna that his casting thoughts of cursing slipped towards. He didn't have night eyes, nothing in between the ability to see at pitch black and day, it was one or the other. But perking ears echoed the sound of a voice not too far off. His head would turn, casting to the shadows hidden in the trees of what seemed to be halflings? He wasn't sure naturally, never seen one in his lifetime, but their small form in this place that seemed to be beyond lost, it must be.

Greaved feat would walk casually, leaving his tracing eyes to only glance from the corner and turning his attention elsewhere. He wouldn't let them know he found them, but his steps would get closer, hoping that their curiosity would keep them from running.

((Meh, another crap post for me.))

(I prefer full pint! ^-^ )

As Caste's eyes gazed over the girls body, she had to fight the urge to keep from crying. This girl was so ratty, she was dirty and her clothes were tattered. She needed a bath, food, sleep, and something nice to wear. Caste could probably take care of most of those things, except for the bath. They would worry about that later. Sliding one strap of her backpack off her arm, she grabbed it and yanked the other strap off then began digging inside it. She'd had put her old clothes as well as Taru's new ones in the bag, along with food and other supplies as she wasn't sure how long she was planning on staying out here away from the city. Caste's fingers curled around what she felt for sure was one of her old shoes and with a powerful tug she pulled it out of the croweded grasp of her backpack. She was right, this was one of the boots she had been wearing previously. She hoped it wasn't too big for the girl, as she sat it down infront of her and smiled.

"Here try this on, and I'll go search out the other one. Tell me if it fits." Caste said cheerfully, and then turned back to the backpack and thrust her hand back inside feeling around for the other boot. "What's your name, by the way? I'm Caste." Her finger tips brushed along something hard, and she clutched it and pulled it out of the bag as well. It was her other knee-high boot, which she sat down infront of the girl as well, then she began digging through her clothes for something nice for the girl to where. After that she would get started on finding the food she'd packed deep down, at the bottom of her bag.

He would stop just behind the opposet end of the tree, feet away, his sword arm lifting over the opposet shoulder as it to touch his shoulder blade. Nothing was in the arm, but still the fingers grasped the air as if it were a handle, and swung forward. The accumulation and manifestation of the blade would outline in pox of ember. The crackling eat as it would wake into the material world once more, but not fully. It slumbered, the eye still closed but the body still called to the swinging arm of Xion. The cleaving motion of the huge blade, and the muscle like form of the shifted, chaotic flat would dig into the tree the girls were just next to. It ate half way through the stump, just above their head height and pinched to a halt.

" Now what do we have here? Halfings? " His form taking a few steps to the side, revealing himself easily to their view but still keeping the sword handle in his grasp. His grip tightened, and the razor like thick blade would shift to teeth that spun around to eat the rest of the way through . The trunk was nothing, ate away in moments with shards of wood flinging in all directions. His hand would motion the sword to follow around his shoulder, and rest the flat against the back of his armored figure. As for the tree, it would tilt, lean and then fall to Xion's right and away from the girl, heavily thudding to the ground and carving through what smaller trees were in its path.

Caste's slowly lifted her hands out of her bag and stood up. She closed it and slid the bag back on her back. It seemed like a futile thing to do, since they would probably be caught and killed anyway. Still if they did someone manage to miraciously make it away from here they would need the supplies in her bag. Her eyes grazed briefly over the the fallen tree, then at the male that was standing infront of them with his terribly large blade. Prelettis was standing behind her, almost as if seeking some kind of protection, which Caste knew she could not offer. Still, Prelettis question brought up a good point, maybe they could try and make peace? Maybe this person was not there to kill them, maybe the whole idea of knocking down the tree was to intimidate them?

Caste turned back slightly, and looked at Prelettis, the two were almost the same height. The other girl was maybe a little bit shorter. Caste stared into her eyes, with a confused and sad look then turned back to their possible and abrupt end. "Sir please don't kill us!" Caste suddenly cried out loudly shutting her eyes tightly, "And what's a halfling!?"

He stepped forward, his sword arm resting over his shoulder and releasing the handle of the large blade. Within moments after the piercing thick edge sliced deep into the ground, both easily and without effort, it would begin to dematerialize. His form was steady, and his eyes even if a beautiful teal, shimmered the likes of a psychopathic murderer. He was a warrior, but to no ends have his killing rampage had any fault or moral boundaries.

" You two are not Halfings? Children lost in the woods? Or is their a human settlement near by? " The two stood close to each other, and his natural ability to see the licks of magic and through illusions or tricks were always active. His hand would reach forward, both quick and forceful to grab at Caste's clothing. He wanted to lift her small frame from the ground and allow her to dangle. In hopes he was sure that even if inferior and human, and beyond that tainted smell the reek, that they at least showed some form of intelligence. He let loose his weapon for a reason, to prove he wasn't ready to kill them, yet, or at all.

" Your life depends on how you help me. If you lie, I simply take your fingers, your toes and your tongue. If you're honest and prove useful, you live. I don't much care to kill a child, but I will remove anything that could be a hamper to my own obligations. Do you understand this surface filth? " Poison reeked of his words, a hateful, despising being burned furious anger in his eyes. It would show that in his grasping hand, and his natural motion, he was holding back his lust to kill her in the most foul way.

Caste's body jerked back instinctively as the male's hand grabbed at her clothes. She tilted her head upwards to stare up at his face, her gaze trailing up to his teal eyes. His eyes seemed out of place with one so cruel, as he was. It seemed like scars and firey eyes would suit him much better. Caste cleared her mind of these wondering thoughts, and focused on the words that could mean life or death for her. He was demanding she tell him the truth, as if that would be such a hard command to follow. She hated lying, even when it would be safer for her to lie. She couldn't find the nerve to actually answer him, so bent her neck a bit then raised it again in the slightest of nods. She was becoming rather used to getting stuck in such dangerous situations as these. This would be the fifth time probably that'd she had her life threatened recently.

Hearing Prelettis voice, Caste turned her head in the slighest not wanting to set the male off, and let her eyes find Preletti's. She heard the girls stomach growl, and was mentally kicking herself for not leaving the bag on the ground where Prelettis could easily get into and get food. Caste wanted to tell Prelettis to run, to atleast try and escape, but that might actually be the worst thing to do. It could set him off, and make him chase her down and kill them both.

The sound of the rumbling stomach only woke his own. The beast's furry only as far as the stomach was happy, and with the trip through the vasts of time and space, it took its toll on him. With a grunt of light submission he would put the small one down and look to the filthy girl.

" Eat quickly. And Stay close. I hate runners, nothing pisses me off more. " His words spit out before he started to walk off, hoping they were keen enough to follow. He would never admit to his weaknesses, even that of hunger that twisted in his stomach and intestines, the fatigue was settling, and these girls, they were his only current source of some means to survive. They knew the surface better than he ever would, so he, even if hating it, would have to grant them some slack.

" We will set up camp shortly. Clean yourselves, eat, and sleep. tomorrow we travel. Is that understood? " Turning his head quickly to glare at the two before halting his steps. It was a semi-gesture for them to keep up, to hasten their walk to steady with his own heaving forward. His head would lift, the furrowed brows lifting some to give off a less stressful atmosphere about him.

" Hurry, unless you wish the cold to get you, or what creatures may lurk in the shadows for easy prey. " Hinting the 'easy prey' remark about the two little ones. How he hated children, noisy, ignorant, spoiled, and the constant need was beyond measure. Hopefully human children weren't much worse, but it was doubtful.

Caste, not expecting the tackle, fell over backward as the girl jumped on her. She laughed and hugged her, as Prelettis scrampled up and followed behind the male. Caste stood up, brushing off the butt of her skirt, before catching up with Prelettis. She pulled her backpack off again, and began picking through it as they walked. If she wasn't so busy searching for food, she would have put an arm around the weak Prelettis to help support her.

"Yes, I do have food. Would you like that sweet thing you are smelling, Prelettis?" Caste smiled at the girl gently then pulled out a bag of chocolate donuts. She slowled eased Preletti's hand away from her stomach and set the beg of donuts in her hand. "Here, eat these it will make you feel alot better. Then we will work on eating something a little more nutritious." Caste pulled out a juice box and sat it down infront of the girl. She hadn't been able to resist bringing along the juice boxes, she loved them, and right now they were the perfect thing for Prelettis to drink.

Caste wrapped her arms around her backpack, and then stepped up to the male. "Would you like something to eat as well?" Caste offered, her voice was very light, and even though the male was slightly cruel, she talked kindly to him. Her lips held a a small but very warm smile. He had not killed them after all, and she was thankful for that. "I'll get Prelettis cleaned up, don't worry about that. Then we will camp as you comand."

His teeth grit a moment, the smell of the humans and their surface world was an odd fascination that confused his nostrils. The very site of seeing beyond walls, to a never ending sky, both limitless and vast was a measure that would tease at his mind some, leaving a small bit of insecurity. Those thoughts were what would stir his mind, constantly prodding and manipulating his already paranoid nature.

" This will do, ready camp in this location. " Why they weren't near any water that he could see or hear, this was the best open location between the area of woods he could see. With those two, mainly the already injured one lagging behind, they couldn't go far anyways. It's not that he cared for them, but at the moment he needed them to find his way about, and home to the Underdark. And to let any injury go unchecked would only hamper him with some need to carry and care for this worthless bag of flesh.

His body leaned back with a hard thud against the thick trunk of the tree, sliding down to rest his elbows against his lifted knees and close his eyes. He was tired, and hungry, but he wouldn't let them know, especially after the Caste female offered. Even if his eyes were closed, his sense and paranoia would always keep a sub-conscious awakening to atune him to the surroundings, and even their own movements. The warrior in him letting him rouse quickly and ready if the time called.

" I'd suggest building a fire and staying close to it. For the moment sleep well, I have no reason to dispose of either of you. " 'yet' crossed his mind, but wasn't verbal, it would only cause it to stir their own minds and cause a restless sleep.

As the male dismissed the offer of food, by suggesting building a fire and going to sleep, Caste sighed and turned and stepped back over to Prelettis. She grinned widely as the girl started to eat her donuts, then she frowned as she felt the sadness wash over the girl. As Prelettis laid down, Caste crouched down infront of her, a troubled look on her own face. She slid her arm over toward Prelettis, and her hand clasped the other girls. Gently she urged the girl up from the ground, "Come now Pre, let's get you cleaned up so he won't get mad ok?"

Caste had heard Prelettis mention her sister, but thought it would be best not to mention it because it seemed to make the girl sad. As Caste pulled her up from the ground, she grabbed the bag of donuts and stuck them back in her backpack. She stood up and kept her hand around Preletti's hoping the girl would stand up and take her to that lake she had said she'd seen earlier.

Caste chuckled listening to Prelettis song, though it seemed to have a dark humor to it. As they approached the lake, Caste leaned down beside the water and stared into it's blue depths thoughtfully. Then she stuck her hand in the water, watching as her finger tips began to glow with a slight yellow-white light. Then she lifted her hand from the water and looked up at Prelettis and raised the finger of her other hand to her lips. "Don't tell anyone about this. Every living thing in the water is now frozen in time. Even the bacteria is frozen." Caste laughed and then she pulled a shirt, grey hoody, and jeans from her bag.

Folding the clothes she set them down at them a few feet away from the water's edge, then looks at Prelettis. "Would you like to actually get in and bath, or would you prefer I just wiped you down with a cloth?" Caste held up a small white wash cloth that she had retrived from her bag, along with a bar of soap. She was proud of herself, for once she'd actually packed all the supplies she knew she would need to stay out here for longer then a day.

Caste laughed and nodded, tucking the soap and rag into the Prelettis's hands before the girl walked away. Caste grabbed Prelettis clothes and tossed them at her as well. "Here, don't forget these." Caste told her, then turned and picked up her backpack and slipped the straps back over her shoulders. She turned and trotted away from the lake to leave Prelettis with some privacy. She headed over toward where she'd last seen the male. He hadn't moved yet, so she plopped down on her bottom a few yards away from him.

She slid her bag off and sat it behind her, then leaned back against it. It was alot more comfortable this way, and she closed her eyes as her spine rested against the hard tree. She hoped Prelettis knew where to find her after she finished her bath.

His motions still, quiet, and contemplating in the backdrop of his mind. He needed a map, or better yet, two. One of the surface, and one of the underground that could give him an example of just where he stood to an entrance into his own world. No motions made physically, his body seeming still, motionless and in deep slumber. But to any that knew him, he was still aware and keen to the surroundings, his ears picking up and focusing on the distance where the girls were, and the footsteps of one to return.