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[color=Gray]The Timeless Fields of Elysium held no quarter to past or present. It was a section of the Faewild that seemed to stretch on infinitely, the everlasting sun above and cool breeze reflected the beauty of the faewild and simply complemented by the history that littered its fields. Some within the Fae, Fae creatures and freed humans of the like, had made homes in some places along the fields, aquiring the benefits it offered, such as prolonged life. Objects and people of the human world which had the misfortune of finding themselves on the rolling sea like grass of these plains never found age or corrosion. They remained as they were, magically intact by the mana that flowed through the tall weeds and grass. U.S Navy flight 19, Captain Henry Every's treasured ship and many others scattered the miles upon miles of historical stories and myths. even the poor souls of these disappearances remained, no decay showed despite their age. 

In this field a man, whose body emanated smoke knelt down in one of the many clearings like a black flame in the light. The smoke seemed to defy the wind, hugging close to its body, only to violent whip around with each gust of wind like a long ethereal cloak. Glowing gold eyes peered down at a bloodied mess of a human as crimson ichor dripped off its long blade onto the ground. The poor soul equaled a gaze with a cat-like eye. Its arm cut off, leg torn asunder and an eye that was no more. It was dying.

"This is not over Kaeleer. Though I may fall, another shall take my place and continue my work. You fae are nothing more than imitation of man. You will never know sympathy, empathy, love. You will remain as a creature of violence and misfor-"
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[color=Gold]"An imitation of man? You are mistaken, Witcher. Man is weak, hopeless, bound to rules dictated by others who are weak and hopeless. The blind leading the blind as it so implies."[/color] [color=Gray]His words were cold and calculating. Disgusted eyes glanced towards a ship that rested not to far from where they stood.

"And you think you are different Hound!? You, who is chained to a being of malevolence and power dare call me blind. One should take a look into his own reflection in order to see the cold truth." Kaeleer cocked his head to the side and smirked.
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[color=gold]"You are right. He is of power and as such I follow him out of my own free choice to do so. You however, bound by your oaths and codes will never know freedom. Only the imitation of such... I grow bored of this talk as enjoyable as it was."[/color] [color=gray]Kaeleer rose tall as the other figure struggled to move. Clinging onto whatever life was left. The gentle hands of death slowly crept over the witcher's eye as darkness began to take hold. It was almost time, its thread of fate nearly severed.[/color]

[color=gold]"You will die here, Witcher, in the Fields of Elysium. You will not rot, the worms will not feast but your soul will remain, never to cross over. Farewell, Witcher."[/color] [color=gray]Before a quip or remark could be made, a heavy thunk was heard as the head of the human rolled away only inches from the body. The figure with a flick of his blade, cleared the remaining life essence of the being. Whatever remained was absorbed into the blade itself. The smoke around his body soon dismissed itself and he turned towards his home in the fall court but not before turning his head back towards the body.[/color]

[color=gold]"On the matter of sympathy, empathy and love. It is not that I do not feel them...I find them to be...distracting."[/color] [color=gray]"With that he leapt forward, his body shifting into his hellhound form, his paws connecting with the earth hard enough to rumble the nearby structures. As he ran, a voice pulled at his mind and he opened himself to it.[/color]

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[color=gray]The Fall King himself. Had it been any other such as Yin or any of the others, he would not give it thought. But as he recognized the smooth, analytical tone of his King, he must answer. With a snarl and bark, which shook the nearby objects that littered the fields he took off in a full sprint, his fur slowly grew longer and much like before when he knelt over the human, it trailed of smoke. In only few moments his visage howled into whirlwind of black and grey and launched forward into the approaching forest. Time progressed and he soon found himself once again Under the Mountain. The creature that stood guard glaring at him, though the glare did not phase him. He was on business now for the King and no one, not even a wall crawler such as her would stop him. It was a thing to note that Kaeleer, when on business for the King, did not take kindly to those trying to delay him. Even so much as brushing into him could cause one to find themselves in manacles or worse. His steps echoed through the open caverns as he made his way along the High road that lead to the tower. Usually, any voice that called to him would fall on deaf ears, but very few could get through.

“What an interesting face to see so far away from home.” Kaeleer slowed as he glanced behind him, to see the source of this intrusion on his business.

“A pleasure to know that it is a familiar one, Kaeleer. I wonder if you are going to the same place I am.” He leaned his head back lightly and took in the familiar sight, his stoic look remained save for the faintest of smirks.[/color]

[color=gold]"Thymund, a familiar face indeed. It has been some time since we had last met, though I assume you have had your share of work to do."[/color] [color=gray]Kaeleer patted him on the shoulder with a nod and turned sharply back towards the tower.[/color]

[color=gold]"I do not see you often in the Kings hall save for special occasions or the dawn before something significant. What omen brings your presence I wonder..."[/color] [color=gray]Even as they walked together, Kaeleer had to slow his pace, his size towered over most of the fae and thus walking along side others was difficult...and time consuming. He would prefer to walk ahead or simply beast shape to quicken the pace but he kept those thoughts silent or hidden behind stoic features. Nevertheless, his walk held authority and rigor, as a general's should.[/color] 

[color=gold]"I was surprised you did not attend the gathering. We had a human whose mouth reminded me of an endless river, but whose contents held poison. She dared to speak out of place and disrespected Faulk. So as an interesting punishment, we set her free, only for Yin to retrieve her. I saw it to be amusing."[/color] [color=gray]The twitch of a smirk showed.[/color]

[color=gold]"Digressing from before. You said you were requested by the Fall King himself correct?"[/color] [color=gray]He asked, glancing down at Thymund.[/color]