[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Southeastern Mir - The (-)Fall[/color][/center] [hr] He woke up, blackness surrounding him. He narrowed his eyes, trying to gain sight of anything. He must have passed out again. Was it this dark at night? Had they just left him laying there? [h3][center]“[color=FF4500][b]Ta’key kapay sax’o’n[/b][/color]”[/center][/h3] The voice was booming and commanding, familiar. Light flared forth behind him, he spun around and quickly threw his arms in front of him as a blast of heat sucked the air from his lungs. After a moment recovering he parted his arms enough to see a massive vulpine shape standing some distance away, orange flame-like energy surging over it’s form and an array of fiery tendrils whipped around behind it. He knew what this was, he’d seen the creature before. He knew what this must be… finally. A tinge of a smirk started to appear on his face as it spoke again. [h3][center]“[color=FF4500][b]Hanil-es‘aw.[/b][/color]”[/center][/h3] The starlight emerald orbs of light that seemed to be it’s eyes were not directed at him. Almost as if he wasn’t worth looking at, though it was hard to tell given the sheer heat and blinding radiance the creature was giving off. The words were Kydane, but ancient, so old and accented he couldn’t really understand them. In a moment the heat and light vanished, leaving his unadjusted eyes blind from the previous brilliant flames. ‘[i]It… left?[/i]‘ He felt himself sink to the ground. He had already started envisioning waking up more than he was, shutting that man's mouth up and being able to do the things he’d seen Underwood do. He was the last one now, why would it just... [center][i]Vanish.[/i][/center] He sat in silence as minutes passed, anger and grief washing over him and leaving only hopelessness in their wake. People used to wonder if a one of those Ghosts could leave it’s host willingly, maybe this was the answer. Even at whatever end of the universe hell-hole he’d ended up, with everyone dead and except him… He still wasn’t good enough for any of this Warden shit. Through his self loathing there was a quiet noise in the black. It sounded almost as injured and depressed as he was. Though far more… animalistic. Barely audible high pitched canine-like whines and barely suppressed snorts. His eyes had adjusted enough to walk, he stood, carefully and slowly walking on ground he couldn’t see towards the source of the noise. The source of the noise was visible now, after the blinding flames of the creature from before it's dim silvery light hadn't even registered to him. He approached some small creature laying on the ground. It was vaguely fennec shaped, a tail almost half the size of the creature lay impotently behind it. It seemed to have a weak energy that made it’s ‘fur’ shimmer like silvery white candle light. He knelt down, looking at a streak of crimson on it’s head, one leg obviously injured. It looked like something had attacked it. The otter’s eyes widened a bit in realization, reaching up and touching his own head in a similar spot. The creature glanced up with dim viridian eyes. “[color=F5F5F5][i]Hecula naya?[/i][/color]” The voice was almost like a child’s, small and timid.. It was the form of Kydane he was used to, slurred accents and more fluid speech with the odd hint of a drawl. The voice sounded young, and was asking simply, ‘Who are you?’. He heard himself speak, suddenly his brain screamed at him as his real name slipped out, “[color=FF1493]Johan Le Roux.[/color]” [h3][center]“[color=FF4500][b]Hanil-es‘aw.[/b][/color]”[/center][/h3] The voice boomed again behind him, the blinding flame ignited again, allowing only moments for him to scoop the wounded creature up to protect it from the blast of heat of light that surged around them. This time he didn’t spin around, instead letting the light surge around him and his eyes to adjust slowly as he took in a breath and slowly turned around to face the cascading flames that enveloped the creature. “[color=FF1493]Tansoytat Naxcan.[/color]” His Kydane was awkward but understandable. He knew the name of this… thing. A threat that had been loaming over his head for a very long time. His very own personal sword of Damocles standing right in front of him, a mocking reminder the faded ink on his back had become ironic years ago. So much for ‘Zef Laaitie’. If calling himself a common boy hadn’t been a joke then, it certainly was now, alone, out here. The Fire Fox took a menacing step forward, tendril-like tails flipping every direction at once. The creature in his arms withered the closer it got. The heat intensified, the animal whimpered, it felt like his skin was going burn off. [h3][center]“[color=FF4500][b]Hatxesan.[/b][/color]”[/center][/h3] The voice boomed again, he knew the word, it meant knowledge. But there was no time to react, the heat flared knocking him and the animal to the ground as a barrage of images seemed to unfold in his brain. There was a sense panic, stress, being so completely overwhelmed he couldn't breathe. A million television channels playing at once showing multiple lives, a thousand years of them. He tried to push it out at first, block the information driving his mind into vertigo. He paused when a single memory flash by, a memory of his adoptive father as a young boy on the street. He was reaching to help, but the reflection in the window was not him but… Him. His leg hurt worse than the rest of him, every reminder of the man that wounded him always made phantom pain shoot through it. Seeing the fox in the window where he should be was the WORST kind of dream, but the memories kept coming. The feeling of bond even stronger than the one he had with his father became to painful to ignore. The story forcing it’s way into his mind was so much more painful than the one his father had told him, the light it shone on things tinted with blood. Anger boiled in him seeing the stupid mistakes, arrogance, and meddling that caused what happened to his home. His REAL home. The scene of his adopted father and the man who hurt him facing each other for the last time played like a movie in his mind, only serving as an exclamation point to the horror he now knew. “[color=FF1493]FOK. [b]OFF![/b][/color]” He cried out shaking the memories off in sheer rage, the animal he’d been holding yipping out with him as a flare of energy shot out from around him. He scrambled to his feet as the large creature fell to its, lowering its head as the tails began to fade. “[color=FF1493][b]...THE FOK YOU WANT, EH!?[/b][/color]” The massive creature said nothing, its flame slowly fading more and more. He felt the fire around him fade as a tinge of sympathy took hold. Was the Hemayan… dying? There was a sudden panic, the boy darting over and setting the injured animal down. “[color=FF1493]NAH NAH NAH, Just hold on. Do it again! I can take it. I NEED YOU YA FOKKEN FOX! DON’T YA FOKKEN DIE! That place? It is gonna eat me alive! I am the LAST one! YOU CANNOT DO THIS![/color]” As flames started to die completely the voice came a final time. [center]“[color=FF4500]Hatxese-[/color]”[/center] [hr] Taffy went over to the boy and dropped to one knee by his side, giving him another glance before looking pointedly over her shoulder at the Draconi and Max. "You get it? It's not just a matter of convenience - if we don't get to shelter soon ourselves, we could be in trouble out here, with monsters...or worse. So it's either stay together, or separate...and be chow." [center][h3][color=FF4500][i]*FWOOSH*[/i][/color][/h3][/center] The boy suddenly erupted into flames. They stayed long enough for the collected people to notice as well as made Taffy lunge backward in shock before fading. The bandaged injuries seemed to sizzle, looking (and smelling) like they’d cauterized under the gauze. She took a step towards the boy again, he suddenly sat bolt upright, “[color=FF1493]I am the [i]LAST[/i] one! [b]YOU CANNOT...![/b][/color]” He looked around dripping in sweat and breathing heavily at the numerous pairs of eyes on him.