[h2][Center][u][i][b][color=1a7b30]Maen[/color][/b][/i][/u][/Center][/h2]

Here is the first post from a while ago if anyone is confused: 
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Maen wriggled his feet in the cool dirt, enjoying the feeling of grass between his toes and the breeze on his skin. New sounds assailed his senses and his eyes widened in amazement at all of the new things to behold. He stared around him spinning in a circle attempting to take it all in, seeing the rolling hills and blue sky, dotted with strange white puffs that seemed to float by themselves. 

A concerned look flitted across his face as he realized that there was no moon in the sky, instead there seemed to be some kind of fiery orb that made his skin tingle and his eyes burn. Though it slowly seemed to be falling into a patch of colors he had never seen before. He turned away and saw beautiful pillars of some brown material that was rough to the touch, they were holding up grass. 

He peered closer and realized that instead of the strange green hairs on the ground these ones were shaped in a variety of ways, rounding out at the bottom and coming to points at the top. He took one is his hand rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, exploring this new and strange world. The green object left his hand wet so he wiped it on his chest. 

He looked towards a group of the strange brown pillars and saw some four legged creatures bounding across the ground, their coats look soft and warm with white spots mottling their brown fur. He started towards them but as he came closer one of them wrenched it's head towards him and bounded away, the other ones followed and soon they were lost in the vast forest. Overwhelmed by these new sights Maen sat down on the ground and stretched, attempting to collect his thoughts while enjoying the feeling of the green hairs on his bare skin.

He shook his head and looked away from the forest, first noticing that in every direction there was sprawling grasslands and wide open fields, some with strangely straight rivets in them. Weird metal objects lay scattered on some of these fields along with colorful sprouts that seemed to just come out of the ground. He looked next to one of these strange field and noticed a plume of smoke coming up from behind one of the hills, seeing nowhere else to go besides the vast dark forest behind him he set out towards it. 

Approaching the smoke he caught the scent of something delightful that set his mouth watering, he sped towards it and came around the hill. On the other side he saw a hut that seemed to be made of the same strange brown pillars he had seen earlier with a rectangular section cut into the side that had a weird circular stone on it, the top of the hut had a stone tube jutting out of the top that seemed to spew forth smoke. 

The delicious smell was coming from inside the strange hut, he walked up to the rectangular section in the wall and touched it. It was smooth with a pattern of straight lines starting from the top and going straight down, he pulled back his hand and rapped solidly on the wall. A hollow echo sounded out, he liked how it sounded as it reminded him of how the stones sounded back home. 

While he went to knock for the third time the door opened wide and revealed a creature clothed in strange fabrics with what looked like pieces of straw adorning its head, the creature looked at him, it's eyes widening as it peered up and down his body. It's mouth opened and a horrid noise tore from its throat, in a strange guttural language it turned around and called for something, it's small stubby legs carrying it quickly to the back room of the hut. 

When it exited again Maen was still standing still at the front door confused at why this creature was running around awkwardly, he tried to calm it saying "I mean no harm strange beast." he paused remembering a much more important question "Are you the thing that smells so sweet?" 

Unhearing or not understanding, the creature charged at him this time though another creature came from the back room it had just been in, this creature was larger and more defined, it's shoulders were wider and it wore less cloth than the straw headed thing. Behind the large two legged creature stood a small one, it's squat legs and arms quivered as it made a strange squealing sound. 

The small creature in the back bolted back into the room it had come from while the large one and the straw headed one charged Maen. The straw headed one had a shining triangular weapon clasped in it's hands, it looked almost like glass and just as sharp. While the large one in the back was holding a stick with four prongs on the end of it, they both looked angry and afraid. The one with the glass-but-not-glass stopped short of him and held the the thing threateningly as it continued spewing strange sounds, the large one came up to Maen and shoved the straw headed one back holding out his stick as though trying to scare Maen away. 

Maen held his hand out and tried to push the creatures aside to get into the hut and towards a strange black bucket that sat over a tiny version of the thing in the sky, this bucket seemed to be the source of the smell that had drawn him here. As he shoved the straw head aside the large one lunged at him with the pointed shining stick, as soon as it made contact Maen's skin dissolved into smoke and the creature fell through him, his momentum kept his stumbling past Maen and out the door. 

Maen walked towards the metal bucket and the smell became stronger, he looked inside and saw a pool of delicious smelling broth bubbling and steaming. He reached into it and scooped some into his hands, he brought his hands to his lips and drank. The boiling stew soothed his throat and left a comfortable warmth in his stomach.

Satisfied he had found the source of the smell he turned back around to see the weird creatures staring at him in fear, their awkward grunting noises becoming louder and more frantic. The large one charged at Maen again and tried to spear him through the chest, and again his body dissolved into smoke leaving the thing to stumble behind him. 

Maen's ears perked up as he heard a familiar noise, he looked around frantically trying to find the soundless song that echoed through his very soul. The noise he had heard so many times, that had soothed him and kept madness at bay. He peered around panicked and confused as to where it could be coming from, as the moon wasn't there the last time he looked. He saw a hole in the wall that led out into a world with a black sky. That can't be right, the black sky is gone. The sky is blue here, with the false moon and the white fluffs..

Everything was so different here, how could it change again so suddenly, he raced past the straw haired thing and the large one, and through the hole in the wall he had come through. The air was cool and the sky was black, but this sky had points of light dotting it, thousands of them. Yet none compared to the bright and perfect moon, it's majesty could not be marred by these pretenders, it's perfect beauty still calling to him from so far away. He smiled knowing that she hadn't forsaken him, "Why did you leave me, why did you stop singing to me for so long?" he whimpered. 

It's strangled song, sad and melancholy echoed through his very being, until it was interrupted as the straw haired thing thrust his stick through Maen's head. Silence. He listened closely, yet the perfect silence dragged out into an eternity. The music was gone again. He closed his eyes and turned his head back towards the moon, a red tear slipped from his eye as the silence consumed him. His sorrow turned to anger and he turned around, his green, moon crazed eyes boring into the creature behind him, "Why..." he asked "Why would you stop the music?"

Silence.
 
"WHY WOULD YOU STOP THE SONG?!" he roared and reached out, but not with his hand, with something deeper, something darker.

It roared inside him like a beast uncaged, it's rage unknowable and terrible. It reached out to this puny creature and crushed it in it's grasp. Yet crushing it wasn't enough, it tore deep into the things body finding where it's life beat in it's chest. It tore it out and rent it apart, spraying red liquid across his face and the grass nearby. The large creature cried out in anguish and charged, but his cry fell on deaf ears as the darkness lashed out again, grabbing the thing by the chest and lifting it into the air, it would take it's time with this one, learn all it had to know, and then tear it apart. 

The dark tendril fanned out splitting into multiple appendages, each one sinking deep into the creature tearing knowledge and memories free, drinking deep on all this thing had to know. Maen decided he wanted to know what these horrid beasts thought, why they assumed they could interrupt him and his music. A word bubbled to the top of his mind, the word that this beast used to describe itself. 

The creature held this word in reverence as though without it, it would be less, "Humanity" the word echoed as though it alone could define it's horrid existence. He would find out this creatures thoughts, he would understand it and all of it's kind. And he would bring them death.

It would take time, but then again, what was time to a thing as old as him.
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He dropped the body heavily. It hit the wooden floor with a wet thump. The man's chest rose in erratic patterns, his skin was sunken, and it looked painful to breathe. Maen had kept him alive during the process of absorption, he had taken nearly all of his important memories. The language these creatures used came easily to him now, and he spoke to the beast.

[color=1a7b30]"Goodbye, human."[/color] he said the word like a curse.

The man struggled limply and made a strangled noise. A shard of strange glass appeared from nothing. It was three sided and ragged, the edge was sharper than seemed possible, and the air looked to be cut away as it moved, leaving a strange black line behind. It shot towards the man on the ground, but no sound was made. It thudded deeply into the man's throat. 

He went rigid, then slowly relaxed as blood pooled on the polished floor. Maen let out a sigh. Then something strange happened. Tiny gray wisps leaked from between the man's lips, like he was breathing smoke. They rose slowly into the air and stopped. They started to spin slowly and the air whistled by quietly.

They moved like an upside down whirlpool and started to disappear behind a tiny fold in the air. Almost like they were going somewhere behind the world, towards wherever spirits went. Maen shed his physical form almost instinctively and followed after, his body compressing into smaller amounts of pitch dark smoke. He was caught up in the ethereal whirlwind and shunted straight through the portal with the spirit of the dead man.

His world twisted and skewed strangely, until everything was a blur of grey and freezing cold. It changed suddenly when it all became white. He landed in The Graveyard. Around him were... he looked through the man's memory... tombstones, and trees. There were... crypts of grey stone, and the ground was covered in snow. 

Maen took physical form again, his smoky body elongated into the approximation of a human form, and skin was slowly layered over it. Soon he stood naked in the snow, the biting air nipping chilly at his bare skin. He hopped from foot to foot and let out a small squeal. 

[color=1a7b30]"Cold! Cold! Cold! Not again, not again! I can't go to the cold again!"[/color]

He jumped away in panic and landed on a thick tombstone. He crouched there, hyperventilating, and covered his face with his hands. He hummed the song the moon sang to him, trying to calm himself. The cold seemed to retreat slightly, and he removed his hands.

[color=1a7b30]"It's not the same?"[/color] he said quietly. [color=1a7b30]"It's not the same! Safe! I'm safe!"[/color]

He giggled and flipped through the memories he had taken. It was just snow, the humans think about it like rain, just colder. Not dangerous. Just cold. Maen breathed heavily and grinned. He looked up towards the sky, it was gray and foggy. He couldn't see the moon, but that didn't mean she wasn't there. He imagined he could almost hear the whisper of her song.

He looked around again. Far away was a strange clash of lights, so far that they were probably miles away. They looked like the sun, and there were splashes of other colors as well. Massive doors opened and closed as he watched, and a volley of white lights refracted and beamed towards them from afar. Maen thought this world strange indeed. Who would want to live here? With the cold and the lights. No one would ever sleep.

He shook his head at the stupidity of humans. Even their ghosts were dumb, deciding to live in this place. He saw some of what he thought were humans nearby, they didn't seem to have noticed him, and they looked different than what he thought to be humans. Some were almost see through, and others shambled along. He saw one without any skin at all.

In his mind he thought these were humans. They had the right shape, almost, and he had only scant information about the other races from his time absorbing memories. The memories contained bits and pieces about angels and demons, but they were lacking physical description. And there was nothing on the undead. So it would stand to reason that he tie the undead into the same group as the hated humans.

He jumped away from the tombstone and landed in a puff of snow. He didn't notice the cold. He ran forward, the wind rocketing his steps, and summoned a storm of silent shards. The glass tore the air around him, leaving black scars that faded slowly. Maen landed in front of the translucent human, it moaned at him, but was quickly silenced by a hail of glass. 

The spirit withered away and Maen dashed to the group of shambling humans. Their skin was white and ragged, and small patches of red were visible underneath, but Maen barely noticed that as he tore them in half with a great scything attack. He roared in triumph and a group of the skinless boney humans turned towards him. 

There were three skeletons in front of him, but ten more rose from beneath the earth. Maen smiled even wider. His shards of glass rocketed outwards and formed a scintillating wall of death. The shards were spaced apart from each other and each one was facing tip forwards. The wall of glass rocketed towards them, streamers of endless black following behind. The skeletons were torn apart like paper. Bones were shredded to scraps, and the gray light in their eyes went out.

Maen didn't even realize he had started to sing. He danced away from the group of shredded creatures, and cast a glance around as he looked for more undead 'humans' to slay. Further away he saw a pack of the undead, over in the direction where the giant lights were clashing. Maen dashed forwards, his silent glass following behind like wings unfurled.

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