The meal they ate was in complete silence as Rye was quite distant from the two of them. Ever since she returned, her charms weren’t voiced as instead she just shook out the pile of wood from her quiver. She lowered her small pouch as the tails of a couple white flyfish stuck out. ‘Go ahead an eat boys.’ Rye smiled ever so small.
He on the other hand wasn’t liking the way these strange fish had a pair of horns sprouting off there eyes. ‘Are you sure there safe?’ Crow questioned. Rye simply nodded as she kicked off her black leather boots. ‘Hey where are you going?’ Crow jumped as she began her little track away from them. ‘Aren’t you hungry?’
Soft tanned feet stopped as Grey was watching her rather inattentively, ‘I hate fish Crow and anyways I am not hungry.’ She never turned towards Grey as Crow began to wonder about the two of them. ‘So feel free to stuff your face.’
Rye continued on her way as a large white bow came from her back as a blank stare was facing the sparse forest. Now she just reminded alone as Grey was a couple feet away from him, and personally he wasn’t into the idea of annoying him so soon. But he just had to ask as Rye was off in her own little world.
“Grey?” His eyes turned up as there was an unusual calm look to him. Lifting his chin some, it was an indication for him to continue speaking. “What’s a guardian?”
Sighing some, Grey rolled a hand to rest on his neck as his eyes closed in thought. “Well...” Rye was tuned in now as her large ears were twined backwards. “A guardian is a protector of a certain temple and a stone god.” Crow blinked slowly. “Well do you know or even remember something called the Najoe war?”
“Rye said something about it.”
Grey nodded some. “Well anyways guardians were created in that time period to protect the world from the two fighting gods, Demot and Aurail. An elite seven were chosen to protect with there smaller gods, the villages of the species.”
‘Najoe war... hevanarchons... and...’ Crow lowered an ear and raised another. “The Seplini!” Rye turned around suddenly as her eyes were bright and wild.
“Ah I see you remember the seplini.” Grey smirked. “Do you remember what they were after?”
Crow studied over his boot before him as he could hear Rye’s moving feet. “Why do I faintly remember this?”
“Crow just settle down... it’ll come to you.” Rye spoke gently.
“Seplini... They were after us...” Grey nodded towards Rye. “Hevanarchons were there targets!”
Rye laughed softly as Grey shuffled himself some. “Right. Just because your kind is a half breed, a hevanoic, your kind was considered to be a taint in the perfect lines of full breeds. Anyways Crow, the guardians created little villages everywhere with boundaries to protect hevanoics from others. But when the godly fighting became worse, they guardians used there ‘ultimate’ power to awake there stone gods to separate them and placed them back into there worlds.”
“And out of the seven, only two of the original guardians survived. Lady Trinity and Lady Winters. With there power, they built the seven white marbled temples that protect the overworld of Demot and underworld of Aurail. Lady Winters still survives today and has new guardians and novice class guardians under them. We are just here to keep the balance between evil and good at a mutual agreement. And I am one of those guardians. So all in all, I’m just a peace keeper.” Crow nodded as he understood... faintly.
“Then what’s a demoil lord?” Rye shook her head some as Grey just peered at him.
“First answer this Crow... do you know that there are different types of demoils?” Grey asked.
“Yah, there mainly elemental types, like shadow, water, forest and devil.” Crow looked to Rye. “Which ones are the highest on the demoil scale?”
“What do you mean?”
Crow leaned back some as Rye leaned against one of the healthier looking trees. “Well I mean, which is the demoil that should be avoided.”
Grey turned his eyes elsewhere as there was a slight distaste in his sights. Rye sighed some as they seemed to know something about the demoil race and didn’t like it. “Devil demoils are the ones that should be avoided at all costs.”
“Why?”
“Well... think about it Crow. You just said that the demoils were elemental type. A devil demoil is a combination.” Rye folded out a hand to count the different types in this one demoil. “There are fire demoils, shadow and earth. Three demoils in one means different strength levels and causes an impurity to range from them. They tend to be... more violent and less consideration for life.” Grey had closed his eyes in anger. “Okay take this as an example. A forest demoil are extremely calm and mainly here to protect the forest. They are passive and are good demoils. Devil demoils are here to destroy and kill. They are hostile and are... bad demoils.”
Grey suddenly rose as he turned a heated glare down to Rye. “Not all demoils are Rye.”
“Grey I...” Grey shoved by her as she ran a hand down her face. “Awe damnit.”
“What was that about?”
Rye turned an eye down to him as she let loose an annoyed sighed. “Grey is a devil demoil Crow. And to make it worse, he is the demoil lord.” Rye watched his confused look. “A demoil lord is a... mmm is a ...” Rye drummed her fingers on her leg. “Oh is like a leader of a village. He is the leader of the devil demoil clan... and well he is still quite personal about being knowledge as an evil beast.”
“Rye don’t worry. Grey won’t stay mad at you for long.” Crow smiled as Rye simply agreed.
“Hope your right, because I don’t want to hitch ride from someone who will just keep throwing me off their shoulder.”
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Staring blankly into the depths of the fire, Rye found herself listening and waiting for the heavy steps of Grey, but it had been over a good couple hours. She should have kept her mouth shut. ‘I didn’t mean it that way Grey.’ Rye rolled an arm around her knees as Crow was just a touch out of reality.
“I wonder how he could just fall asleep so easily. I mean I don’t even go to sleep that well.” Rye commented to herself. “Just lucky I guess.” Her eyes peered up to the dark leaves of the gnarly trees as it was a nice view just to see the bright gleams of the stars above. The starry night was a beautiful sight for the weary eyes as they flickered and kissed the night sky. The moon was in a low hang as he smiled at the stars as they were his children of the night. As the night would drag, the father of the stars would circle around his precious gems with a tender kiss good night as the mother sun would awake her children that walked the earth.
Rye thought about her little image of the moon and stars, as it were providing her a little bit of comfort.
Something stirred to the right of her as sharp ears perked into dangers high. It moved rather fast as its steps were light and swift. ‘Obviously it’s not Grey.’ Rye told herself. Crouching down onto her belly, Rye gradually slithered towards the movement, as there were the creepy numbing chills climbing up her spine.
Rye brought her sights up as she nearly jumped out of her skin. “OH SHIT!” Diving towards her left, the monster from before lunged towards her. “I am not your supper! Get away from me!” Rye scurried up to her naked feet as she zipped by Crow.
“GET UP IDIOT!” Crow didn’t stir; instead he just turned over and covered his ears. “Oh I hate you right now!” Reaching backwards for her blade, Rye nearly cried as she realized she had placed it by the fire. But now that stupid monster hung over it.
The dark eyes favoured the odds as the disgusting tongue slipped past its lips.
Turning a slow hand up to reach about waist height, Rye could feel the hot white heat jump through her palm as a white mist began to clamber, twine, and circle around her spread fingers. Curling her fingers inwards, the sprout of a flashing white light sent forward the suckling hisses to shout out. The white flames licked and gnawed against her hands, shifting her free hand over the spirit fire, it formed into a pulsing white orb as her eyes opened slowly to watch the beast. “You're mine you little bastard.”
Rye opened her palm to lay flat as she sent forward the spirit sphere as the beast seemed interested in her attack. It was just a diversion to wake Crow up and get the hell out of there for now. Turning to the right, Rye smirked some as the white glow seemed to light up as she inched her foot to Crow, but her body didn’t respond.
Freezing in place, Rye trembled softly as she peered down to the three large black things sprouting from her chest. Blinking leisurely they slid back as the thick red ooze fell where the black claws pulled from. Biting her bottom lip, Rye could taste the god awful copper in her throat as she cursed the good spirits. Turning a slow eye over her shoulder, the gaping hole through the side of the beasts face meant she had her target but she still didn’t expect it to attack back. Rising up the blood covered claws, the beast cried out as it slammed yet another brutal attack against her side, leaving forth the deep imprints its nails. Exposed flesh, muscle and bones, Rye sent forth a quick blood attack as she let the pain slip past her mortal comprehension. The blood spatter, landed across the ground, turning it into a gruesome red colour as the trees around quickly sucked up the smears as if it was healthy rain water.
Rye blinked some as she let the welcoming darkness sooth the sheering pain, to end the pulsing headache. It gave the relief of real world, and she was in no shape to fight it off.