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Nailah groaned as the feelings swamped her mind. She felt rage, fear, and an uncontrollable hurt. Everything massed into one giant ball and she was on her knees before she knew it. She thought of Khenu and once again felt the fear. But the fear was coming from another source as well. This one was different. It was evil. More than Darius. She couldn't place it and it worried her. She thought of Khenu and wondered if he was reacting the same way she was. She really needed to try and train him. Even though Saradin hadn't finished her own training yet, she would still have to try. She couldnt' let the little boy...no. She had promised herself never again would she sit back and watch anything like that happen. NEVER! She had learned to control hers...to some extent anyway. She could help him as well. And I will. No matter how long it takes or how painful it becomes. I will help him. But right now it hurt too much. She moaned in pain and closed her eyes. Her head was killing her. Too many emotions. Too many different feelings. It was overloading her senses. She tore at her clothes in anger. Then she wept in fear. She began to shake and finally she passed out.

Rasui heard Nailah's scream of pain and stopped in the middle of the bath she was giving to one of her kittens. Kepi had gone looking for Bolt so she couldnt' send him to see what was wrong. She quickly gave the remaining kittens a warning not to leave and bounded out to see her mistress collapse onto the floor. She hurried over and began to lick her face trying to wake her up. When Nailah didn't move, she sent up one pitiful meow and rubbed her silky head against Niah's still hand. It was no use. Nailah wasn't moving. Rasui didn't know what to do. She couldnt' leave her babies. Kepi would be back soon. He would know what to do. She hurried back to her hiding place and continued administering the children's baths. Hurry Kepi. Hurry.

((well it's late and no one's on so i'm off to bed. night...))

Munalisk dragged something that appeared to be a windchime. Even though he was in his gaurdian form, he was having an extremely hard time moving the object that was one twentieth of his size.
"Vik, what the hell are these bells made of." he said, exausted, "They weigh a ton!"
"I think its called Galmanite. It was deemed most useless metal. One square inch weighs over 200 pounds. It was simply to heavy to be used for anything."
"Than what are we doing with it? I thought we were looking for that portal to hell."
"We are. You see, an alchemist once forced a peice of galmanite into the pendulum of a bell and found that only a high amount of demonic aura could move it. So, he made a bunch of other pendulums of different sizes and put them in bells too. So when we come close to the portal to hell, athe bells should ring. The more bells ring, the more demonic aura there is around us."
"I could care less how it works." he said changing back into his normal form and flopping down on the floor. "I've been dragging that thing around all day. I need a rest."
"Your right." Vik flooped down next to him. "That thing didn't even go off yet. There probably isn't a portal to hell or it is so small it would pose no real therat."
Suddenly, Vik a chill went down Vik's spine. He could feel the darkness in his scar starting to move around exitedly.
"What was that?" Vik said, looked around cautiously.
"Look!" Munalisk pointed at the Galmanite bells. Two of the smaller ones were ringing. "We must be close to it."
"Believe me, your closer than you think!"
Out of nowhere, a huge hand made of shadows rose out of the ground and grabbed Vik around the ankles.
"What the..." He tried to pull himself out of the hand's icy grip but at that time, he was already waist deep in the pool of shadows.
"Vik!" Munalisk dashed forward and grabbed Vik's wrist. He quickly morphed into his Gaurdian form and tried to pull him back out. But the hand gave one great tug and Vik slipped through Munalisk's hands and disappeared with the shadows. "NOOOO!" Enraged, Munalisk started punching a hole in the floor. He went about 3 feet before he realized that he wasn't there. Vik was gone.
"Damn it!" Munalisk morphed back into his normal and sat there, crying.

((Yeah, I'm just gonna wait here until someone comes by. It's my last chance to rp for a while...))

((Screw this. I've got stuff to do))
Munalisk sat there in the hole for 10 minutes before coming to his senses. Vik was gone and crying wouldn't bring him back. And he knew perfecty well who kidnapped him. Theyd did it. Thw ones with the dark scars. Slowly and unsteadily, Munalisk got up, wiped away his tears, and climbed out of the hole.
"I guess i should leave a note. They'd probably be wondering where we went."
He flew out and came back with a paper and pen. In very sloppy handwirting he wrote,

I don't have much time to talk. Vik's been kidnapped by the same people who gave him his cursed scar. The reason, I'm not sure. But I've got to get him back. We'll be back as soon. Please keep his stuff safe until we return. And I'm sorry about the hole I made in your hallway. See ya later.
-Munalisk

When he finished writing, he looked around for a place where it could be found. He finally decided to stick it to the refridgerator and grab some food for his journey while he was there. He tossed the food along with some water into a sack and slung it on his back.
"Aldramech." he called out. The golden dragon appeared in front of him. "Vik's missing. Can you magnify our spirit bond and lead me to him?"
Aldramech sniffed the air and nodded. Without a word, he flew off in the direction of the sun. Munalisk took one last look at the manor before flying after him.

((Well, guess that's it then. Later!))

Bastet played around in her vault, looking for a spare set of sais she had brought in a while ago. They were not as good as her favorite pair, but she would need some sort of replacement. Shuffling around in her vault, among her valuables, she could not find them. She mumbled, "Guess one and my sword will do for now." Resting one paw on her sword, which she had just retrieved, she inspected her claws to make sure they were nice and sharp.

As she exited her vault and locked it, she moved to the front of the vault door with the prisoner in it, and listened for a moment to his troubled pacings. She raised a paw and scratched harshly against the vault door, "That will be my claws against you soon. Believe me when I say, I had no problem with you before you touched Khenu. No more problem than a mild suspicion anyway. What is you problem with Aura? Do not think you can lie to me to soften me up either, I am already in the harming mood and will check anything you say with her." She plopped down outside the door and awaited an answer.

Bastet looked over her shoulder to see Aura standing there. "Though I need no encouragement, it always makes things more fun. Obviously he is not aware of either of our pasts involving dead people." She flashed Aura a grin exposing cat fangs, stood up and turned to the vault door, "Hear that Khai? We have no qualms about killing you, obviously, you do not know Aura or her friends very well." She then stood and took a few steps back, "I am just again indulging in my ever present curiosity, but what is the deal with you and him anyway?"

"I never should of left that little spit excuse for a town," Cole muttered to himself. It was probably just a wive's tale anyway. What kind of normal human would live in a place like this? It was in the middle of nowhere. He glared at the forest he had finally found his way out of and readjusted Peace Giver at his side. The cherished Dartton sword had served him well in the past and he had great faith it would again.

He stumbled his way up the path and finally saw the ominous shape of a large building in the distance. It could not be. He wandered up the path a little further and stopped in disbelief. He could see the manor very clearly now. It sat rather majestically upon the clearing and almost sneered at the town lost in the fog somewhere beyond the forest. Looking at the place now, he could almost believe the drunk's stories. It did seem to be a place of sacrifices and such. A place where once one entered, one never left.

Cole cursed as he stumbled on something in his path. He drew closer to the building and encountered thick iron wrought gates. He stared at them for a moment, thinking they would be locked. He started to look around for something he could use to open them. Finding nothing he began to curse once again. He wandered down the path a ways to try and see if he could find a tree stump or such to slam into the gates. Something to force them to bend and admit him. Cursing once again when his search proved futile he slammed his hands against the gates.

The gates swung open and he fell on his face in the mud. "Perfect, just perfect." Cole stood up and wiped his muddy face on a white handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. Looking in disgust at the soiled garment he tossed it aside and continued up the path. He stopped at the door and studied the shape engraved on the cool stone. He reached a hand out and felt the engraving. Squinting at it, he could just make out the shape of a large bird, wings spread. It looked like a...pheonix. The symbol of rebirth.

"Interesting," Cole said. "For one so much evil seems to be said about, she has a rather innocent symbol. Perhaps part of the facade."

Narrowing his eyes he drew Peace Giver and pressed the heavy stone door. Stepping into the foyer, the door shut behind him from the weight. He stood there, sword poised, ready, in case the evil woman had seen him coming and prepared an ambush.

Khenu sat up again with a groan. The rag on his face was dry the cold water warm and his face felt like fire again. The burns on his cheeks stood out brightly even against his tanned skin.

Carefully sliding from the chair he picked up Bolt holding the cat in his arms as he did the day before whilst protecting him. With a turn he intended to B-line for the kitchen to find something cold to relieve his pain.

But a glint of light caught his eyes and he turned his head with that squeak of fear he often made as it welled up inside of him. First Khai now another with a weapon drawn.

He took a few steps back and locked a look on the stranger and plucked up his courage as best that he could. "C-Can I hel-p you?"