Rolling onto his side, something hard jabbed painfully at his arm, causing the annoyance and upraise of anger to brew. He wasn’t in the mood to wake just yet and to make matters worse, he was hungry and crabby.

“Rye-” Grey pressed himself off the ground as he wearily cast open his sights. “-If you just stabbed at me with something I’ll have to murder… Rye?” Grey’s vision cleared up from the blurry sights before him to announce that Rye wasn’t sitting at the rock she posted near last night. Instead the surrounding area was quiet, still and unsettling calming. There was something he didn’t like the smell off and it just seemed to be coming nearer every breath he took.

Rolling his shoulders to send a stream of cracks down his spine, Grey rose up thinking that Rye was planning an; sneak attack on him. Ears perched at highest peak, forever waiting to hear the softest rustle in the grass that would warn him about the skill huntress.

“Rye if you are within ear shot, you better get your skinny little ass out here—” Grey crooked en eye over his left shoulder. “—we do not have the time to screw around with unnecessary games.”

Silence was his answer. Creepy; troubling silence. ‘If that woman got herself taken hostage or killed, I’ll…’ Grey didn’t dare finish his thought as he was pretty sure that he was just overreacting. But there, was something that still bothered him, about her presences being unknown.

There was a gentle hint of whispering wind traveling through the trees as if it was a tormenting, haunting voice telling him that there was something that was wrong and that the thought of Rye missing stirred an unnecessary thoughts to brew and form wrongfully in his mind.

Grazing a steady gaze across the foreground, Grey licked his dried lips. Itchy fingers were held bound over the slick hilt branded favourably over his shoulder; as forever searching ears fell across the timid wind. Stealthy footsteps tipped over the moist blades of grass as if he was afraid that the wrong step would send an onslaught of angered Devil Demoils. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t handle the slaughter of pissed anger demoils, it was more likely they would sense the tainted blood traveling within in veins and resort to the idea of capture.

Grey pressed his ears close to his skull as the thought of being capture brought forth the hatred for the slinking demoil he was unfortunately related too. Frequently called by Lord Kenisha or as he was referred to Xerin Kenisha – But few dared to call him that-. Grey had learned from a very young age that he and his brother where damned to be off spring of the skulking demoil. He was a merciless prowler with the lust of blood gnawing at his belly. Many of innocent lives had been ended at his hands, as with that came the ideas that David and him were due to follow in their idiotic fathers footsteps.

Now a days, Grey just found it easier to try and hide the fact that he was one of the many soiled offspring of that demoil, and pretend that he had never even heard of the cursed name.

Disposing of his thoughts, Grey brought forth his mind to the current activity of the missing guardian. She seemed to have the uncanny knack for running off, or craning the idea of misdeeds.

‘Rye…’ Grey thought some about the twisted nature of this so-called calm women. Most men where probably conned into thinking that Rye was just another friendly maiden, with the shy affection that would only be shown towards the man her father would pick for her too. He made that mistake early of thinking that Rye had followed the path of listening to her father’s words. Grey narrowed an eye as he kept at his travels, but his mind wanted to continue to flit off into other matters.

He hadn’t heard it from the mouth of the commander or Rye herself, but there had been many rumours venturing around Vena base about the mysterious of Mistress Hunter.

From the voices of many men and some of the servant women in the mess hall of the hall, Grey had toned his ears to listen to what they all thought. Kiliva, the head servant in the mess had pronounced that the only reason why had made the stop in on the Commander was the fact that she had betrayed her father. The idea seems horrid as it usually resulted in vast punishment for a woman under the age of adulthood to defy the man who would give her away. Many a words fell pass the gossiping lips of Kiliva as he hungered to know more of the rumours.

Rye was the youngest of nine elder brothers, as she was apparently the heir to her mother’s legacy in being a very sought out keeper. That had caused him to nearly double over with upsurge laughter. Ryden clearly did not give off the correct vibes to ever become a wise and all knowing keeper, but that was his thoughts against her fathers. And, just to make the matters worse on Rye’s gloves hands, she was already presented with the idea of being married at the mere age of fourteen. Yet, Rye had other plans and rapidly escaped her household and became a fearful title indeed. But Kiliva had stopped at the juicy information as the Commander entered.

‘That woman is cursed to be directed to the Under-lord.’ Grey muttered softly.

Promptly Grey stopped as a unbearable shutter of urgency crawled up his spine. Slow numbing hums climbed to numb and stiff sore joints, as Grey held his ears erect. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as Grey gritted his teeth painfully together. Glowers of the black slits stared openly, waiting for him to turn and strike a foreign object, just to seal his fate. Narrowing his sights some, he silently curse himself for walking so blindly into the den of hunters. The steady smell of heavy blood, made him quickly notice that he hadn’t just walked into the den of a hunters, but the murder of another demoil clan member.

Creeping across the ground, Grey bounded a couple steps backwards to dodge the swing of a sharpened misgirt fang. “Little bastards!” Grey snapped as he was fully aware that they thought they had another demoil to offer there gods and perhaps steal some of his silvered blood to paint across their domain.

Crawling across the floor towards him, fingers curled into the dirt as the sharp nails of these shadow demoil were freshly painted a grimly black colour. Meaning that they had successful killed themselves a forest demoil. Darting backward still, Grey let them follow him as he was just letting his fingers glide about the twisted dagger hidden on the backside of his belt. Although he knew he wasn’t suppose to use the jawed dagger until he had become a full fledge demoil, he saw no other way. This was the one weapon he could grab and leave these little crawling bastards thinking he was harmless.

A pair of dark orange fangs jumped close to him, as Grey whipped out the dagger to skin a slight piece of coiling flesh off the beast. Snapping its pair of white tongues across the fangs, Grey twisted a haunting grin over his face as he was happy to see the damn thing rip apart it’s tongues. Squealing with unfavourable anguish, many companions of the shadow demoils, scream high pierce howls at him. Meaning it was no better time to draw his egna blade.

Letting the heavy blade follow his lead, Grey seen the little bastards grin widely. Dragging there leathery bellies across the ground, a black trail of graying smoke followed them. Wrenching the sword into his palm, Grey laid some of his own demonic strength into the blade, to light the blade into a silvered shade. Counting in his mind how many there were, Grey figured it would take about a good five perfectly executed cut downs, to bring these little monsters into a black bloody mess.

Raising his the blade to fall over his right shoulder, Grey narrowed his sights as he stressed with his own flattering strength to hold out for just a couple moments longer.

“Later you little…” Grey blinked rapidly at the slide of a boned arrow as the heat of forest aura clamped around the arrows head. Slamming into the ground before him, a concentrated light shot up from the ground to blind the creepy crawlers. Squealing back in sheer fright, the belly draggers scampered away, fleeing –leaving who where they wanted— behind. “The hell?”

Grey peered slowly over his shoulder to peer at the rough hide of a forest demoil, as the pair of green slits peered down to him. Although the forest demoil was thought to only have two pair of eyes, Grey quickly starred down a vast group of demoils with two eyes on each side of there narrow heads. Dark green and brown hair sprouted up from there heads as they were covered in leaves, twigs and mud that came available from their surroundings. Keeping a steady glare on him, the demoil who shot the bone arrow, grunted towards his followers. Obviously calling for someone.

‘Great!’ Grey shut his eyes as he was slowly cursing himself once again. ‘Now I owe my life to a group of forest demoils! This is a bad day for me…’

A soft harmonious purr came clear through the crowd as, gentle beeps and grunts came from the woman’s mouth. ‘Is there leader a woman?’ Grey questioned.

“Can’t you keep your self out of trouble for longer than a hour Walker?” Rye asked, causing him to rip open his sights and glare down Vena’s guardian. “Jeez I leave for le

ss than twenty minutes and you run off!” Grey bit down on his bottom lip as he felt the hot anger burning up in his body. “You…” Grey couldn’t even find the words that could possibly tell her how much he just wanted to rip her apart at the moment. “I’m—”

Rye leaned forward as the forest demoil still stood by, vaguely watching Rye with a cocky little grin, as that was just about enough to send him into the ultimate frenzy. Stepping up to her, over half a dozen lancets came pointing out as the forest demoils closed around Rye’s backdrop. Grey felt his tongue gliding under the sharp fang of his canine teeth as he was almost ready to rip through this meagre group and take Rye out further into the forest and drowned her sorry little ass.

Rye gestured slowly with fluttering her hand down, to lower their lancets as she was amazing amused at his raise of annoyed irritation. Grey pointed with a curved finger towards her. “You… now…” Grey made his point of her getting over to his side.

Rye drummed her fingers across her hip as she looked coyly around the surroundings. “Let me see…” her tongue flickered out as she continued to think. “Me go over there… and have you try to kill me…. Mmm that’s a hard one.”

Grey ground his fangs deep into his tongue. “Get over here now, before I have to make you regret your damn childish in the middle of the night!” Grey warned. Rye smiled at her seemly triumph. Turning back to the leader of the forest demoils, Rye spoke a couple soft words to the leader as he grinned widely.

Nodding to his grin, Rye jumped down from her perch over him, as he quickly snatched her side close to his and whispered soft and low a murderous threat. One that Rye quickly whipped her attention to him and brought up her fingers to trace along her belted dagger. Shoving her forwards, Rye darted her steps carefully over a tattered shadow demoil as she peered a slightly over her shoulder. Widen her eyes, Rye took off as she swiftly pulled herself up into the trees over head.

“You had better run you wretched woman!” Grey mouthed.