[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Midnight
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] Jean-Luc[sub][@Jamesyco][/sub], Risa[sub][@princess][/sub], Dionaea[sub][@MissCapnCrunch][/sub], Kyran[sub][@Alivefalling][/sub], Elthrael[sub][@Dezuel][/sub], Elsea[sub][@Tae][/sub]
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[b][color=aba000]"You're far from home, dark elf! Serving a king whose only true companion is his folly, a trait you seem to share, how about you save your sorry hide and step down before you get put down?!" [/color][/b]

[i]Rage on, small fairy. Keep speaking. Keep boasting. I’ve seen a thousand amongst my own brethren. Just like you. And I stand here, not them.[/i] Xenelith thought though he kept them for himself. The stranger was quickly becoming a real nuisance. Yet he didn’t even dare to mingle in the fight. No, he just swooped in to save the female human. So in the Dark Elf’s eyes, he was nothing but a vain, overconfident thing. Someday he’d teach him a lesson but now he had more important things to do. Elthrael might think he got away. He might even think he was superior over Xenelith because he wasn’t chased. Prey thought like that. They look behind them, see nothing and think they’re safe. Nothing was further from the truth. Xenelith had seen his face.

His attention turned back towards the battle. These fairies. Such brats. Not for long. No, when the army came marching he would make her life a living hell. She too made the terrible mistake of never hiding her face. In fact, none had even tried it so far. Weak prey. Stupid prey. His dogs would make short work of them. Even now they were running straight for them. Only to be caught by burning bolts. Singeing away fur and burning flesh. They cried out, though one managed to bite down. They tasted blood now and pain was a great motivator. Now that everything was going south for the enemy, the once brash fairy suddenly spoke with pleading words. Weak prey. Stupid prey. She could not gauge a predators threat. How did these girls even make it to the resistance? Even as she spoke with weaker words, they still conveyed the same message: 'You are wrong. We are right.' He wondered by what right she could still claim that. To his enjoyment, one of his wolves bit her hard in the tight. But when the fire hit, the pain made him let go. Two of the fairies were now bleeding and the dry grass was catching fire quickly.

The terramancer managed to hurt his companions the most. Ferra got wounded badly, yet the black panther was not a threat to take lightly. Literally. She did manage to get up, blood spilling from her wound but ready for a real fight now. Yet a sharp whistle from Xenelith made her run away instead. In fact, all the wolves dashed towards the dark of the forest again. All of them were wounded, some having tasted blood. However, to Xenelith’s distraught, only three wolves made it to the shadows. The Fox-human had murdered one of his own.

Suddenly things got cold for Xenelith. It had been a long time since someone killed one of his friends. He looked almost calm. As if the heat of the battle could no longer get a grip on him. Slowly he sheath his sword but the dark magic that surrounded him expanded. Blackness began to pulse with red power. Pain fed his power. Pain and hate and rage. All those things he felt now, at that moment. He took a step towards the fox. As blackness crawled over the ground, so to did it crawl over his skin. Black veins crept upwards under his skin, like an infection. He spoke of leaving and taking his friend with him. He wouldn't allow it. Her blood was upon the air. He could smell it. The black infection now crept up along his neck and along the right side of his face.

Power surged through his hands. He could feel it. He could see it! The veil that seperated life and death slowly revealed itself. But at that moment he was faced with a terrible choice. Vengeance or rescue. He could see beyond the veil now, if only it was all vague. In this state, almost everything looks like a thick fog with dim lights within them. He had read countless stories about it. There were no concrete shapes. Everything was ever chanigng. Like smoke in a gentle breeze. There were two glimmers of souls that stood out to him. That of Kyran, the killer. It was a red light, where everyone else's was white and pale. Xenelith knew what it meant. The promise of a curse if taken. But the pale blue soul of Relivan, his trusted hound, was quite apparent as well. Steadily growing ever paler. Such was the nature of dark magic. There were no easy choices here.

He chose for the soul of his companion. The veil sight pulled away from his eyes. He stood with his arm outstretched. In his fingers, a pale light shimmered. Darkness was now quickly reseeding from the area. Xenelith clutched the soul close. [b]“I curse you and your blood, fox."[/b] He said, spatting out the word 'fox'. [b]"As long as I breathe, your kin will never know peace. Runaway now. Run and know that I'm in every shadow. And when I’ve found you, I will make you watch how I slaughter your kin and torture your friends. You will never know peace.”[/b] Then he slowly stepped backwards into the treeline of the forest surrounding the clearing. Unnatural shadows wrapped around him. In an instant, he was nigh untraceable.