[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Late Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] O'Ner[sub][@Eviledd1984][/sub] and Azriel[sub][@Tae][/sub]
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[hider=Daydream]
Xenelith stood amongst the other warriors of his throng. On the side of the street, the numerous Dark Elves of Dakka had gathered in the depth of the night. Halastra shone brightly. Tonight she overpowered her traitor-sister. An omen, no doubt. The Witch-Moon was watching. Xenelith looked up, at the sky. At twenty-five, he wasn’t certain if he would amount to anything important. Yet tonight he felt the eyes of his goddess upon him. In her darkness, the light of stars dimmed and the candles shrunk in fear. The faint purple light casted long an dangerous shadows across the frozen city. The procession was not silent. Xenelith could hear the soft chanting of the priestesses and the rhythmic beatings of the war drums. A slow and rumbling sound. Before them the coffin of Lord Valkaen was carried. The Dark Elf Lord had spearheaded what many considered the ascension of Dark Elves within Avalia. Cowards from beyond the island had come to kill him and they succeeded. It facilitated something nobody could’ve predicted. The streets were choked with grief and anger. Even amid the gentle chanting Xenelith could feel the seething of the people. The Dark Gift's power flowed freely tonight. They only needed someone to direct it.[/hider]

Xenelith, atop a hunting Ferra shook himself away from the daydream. The day hunt felt different than the one at night. His wolves weren’t hunting, they were having fun. Chasing O’Ner was more a game for them than an actual chase. It would take a seasoned hunter from Dakka to realize that though. None of Risa’s gang probably killed a deer before tonight, so he didn’t care. Fera was a lot more focused though. Then suddenly everything changed. His wolves stopped to sniff the air, then bolted in various directions. The howling began. Now they were serious.

Moments later and the Dark Elf Hunter knew why. He jumped off Ferra in time before she pounced upon the decapitated body of Jean. With her claws she was quick to tear open the tabard and chain mail. For a split second, there was absolute carnage. Then she simply laid down and began to nibble the savaged body. Like it was a toy. From the shadows of the trees the three wolves bolted and began to chew on his hands and feet as well. 

His attention was instantly consumed by the house nearby. He ignored the others. Instead, he observed the nearby house. He stepped inside. It was cozy, warm. Everything one would want from a place like this. Xenelith slowly but carefully examined everything inside. He found Risa’s dress she wore the night before. He couldn’t smell it, but the dress’ scent would guide his wolves for weeks to come. Strangely, he did not find Dionaea’s dress. Outside, behind the house, the firepit was only recently extinguished. In fact, there were still embers burning. [b]“They’re not far.”[/b] He muttered, mostly to himself. Then he turned back towards the house. [b]“How many more of you are out there?”[/b] He asked, almost as if he expected the house to answer his question. It wouldn’t obviously. But it told him something much more frightening: the rebels were being funded by some very wealthy people. Who else would have, what he assumed to be a summer home, in the middle of nowhere?

Suddenly the hunt for the human female and the three would-be rebels paled in significance. He had to find those behind all of this. He returned to Azriel and O’Ner.

[b]“They were here recently.”[/b] He reported. [b]“But something is bugging me. Look at the house. There’s food, wood for a fire and clothes. It was prepared. People knew others would come here.”[/b] He explained. [b]“Someone is helping them. Someone with power and wealth.”[/b] The return of Risa and Dionaea’s family could shed some light on that. Still, it vexed him. How could he allow such corruption to grow unchecked? Sure he had killed local rebel fairies before but apparently he missed the bigger organization behind them. [b]“These rebels, they aren’t rogue elements anymore.”[/b] He looked back at the house. The very sight now taunted him. It was a monument to his shame. He had failed. [b]“I’m burning it.”[/b] He muttered before he went back inside and ransacked the house. Piling on clothes and wooden furniture to light up.