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Nelphean leaned against one of the barriers, and smiled at Bastet. He gazed, not wanting to ruin the moment by saying anything. Not in the least... He didn't even know what he might say, but that didn't matter, she was looking into his blue eyes, and he looked into her's. This was a nice moment...

He stood up from the circle, and watched the crowds flee from him. He finally found a use for clothes, but their was nothing to wear lying around him. He walked to the nearest store, where people had gathered in fear, asking him to go away. He pointed at the pair of pants i nthe window, and they were thrown to him. He put them on, several sized too big, and he frowned. They tossed him a belt, which he used to keep the pants on. He winked at the crowd before turning and wandering off on his way...

They were stalking each other among the trees. Okay so not stalking, it was actually a game of hide and seek. If Eclipse had his way it would of been shadow seek, but Ecara couldn't manipulate shadows. All in all it served to amuse the two. "Ecara...oh Ecara, where could she be?"

She of course was hiding behind one of tree's trunk, holding her hands over her mouth to hold in giggles as her father searched for her.

Eclipse was making a show out of it all. He knew exactly where his daughter was. walking over to stand at the side of the tree where she was hiding he let out a whimper. "She's just too good at this. I'll never fine her. Ecara!"He sniffed the air as if searching for her still but snorted when he caught something that didn't ring bells. "Hm."

Rain smiled happily as his Warwalker stood, to its full heigt. His smile grew into insane laughter after he had it travel thirty feet.

"Rain, this is no time to be playing with that thing..." Las-guns pointed at the elf wizard, "Rain?" The sound of the systems powering up was heard, and the elf waved, and ran. Xail laughed as the psychotic mech pilot pretended to hunt the wizard. "Great, you are no help."

Snow had a broken shoe, and she limbed most of the way back to the manor, with Sylphina walking casually beside her. The girl was singing a soft song, gently comforting the off-ballanced horse. The sound of the game echoed through the trees, "See princess, we are almost back to the manor... I wonder how we fared?" Sylphina patted the animals flanks. "Ke'Nel said he would look after Taria, so don't worry, she will be fine."

Jumping from shadow to shadow, he scouted out the building, it had the clothes he desired. He opened the window, and crept through. He doned the stylish clothes, and through the filthy pants to the ground. He gazed at his image in the mirror, clean as ever... His eyes were wet with liquid, his mouth tense... He had spent the better part of fifteen years with that girl, and now she was dead... Why?

Cymarron's world was a living agony. like before, under his first Master...the Breakers were using every surface, every ridge and hook, anything and everything to tear open wounds or physically batter and break bones in Cymarron's body. fighting them was pointless, they felt no physical pain. and samson...tormenting his mind, making every injury feel a thousand times worse by overloading his mind with pain. throwing scenarios of the deaths of others at the hands of the Beast, the feeling of being hunted, misery and sorrow. if there was ever a personalized physical version of hell, this was Cymarron's. to hear the women, children and men of the manor screaming in pain, or cursing his name as they fell to his claws. Replaying over and over how Kisshy died, going through all the what ifs, but everytime it was the same result. hearing her scream, hearing death angel mock and laugh at him. but Samson was not foolish. he bound the Beast in Cymarron's mind, making sure that part would not get loose.

A strong gust of wind came up over the landscape, strong enough it knocked a few branches from trees and also an Eclipse off his feet and an Ecara back in the grass. And just as suddenly as it came, it went, leaving nothing but a gentle looking horse in it's wake. Serino gave his own snort and pawed at the grass with his hoof. Secured in his reins was a burlap sack.

Eclipse righted himself, not at all expecting the sudden gust and shook out his fur and feathers as he stood. Attention was given to his daughter, making sure she was alright before her turned to look up at the creature. "Must you be suck a show-off with your entrances. You're back sooner. I take it Kian is happy to have some work to do. Come on." Giving his fur another shake out he began to head back to the manor, walking in stride with the horse.

Ecara gave a happy squeal and had momentarily latched to the horse's leg. "Serino!" A hug to the leg before she was walking between Serino and Eclipse, following them back.

Passing back through he gates he took notice of the ones there. He recognized them and gave them an acknowledging smile. Letting Eclipse push open the doors he walked up the manor's steps, and into the manor, hooves clicking loudly on the marble.

He was watching Ecara, who was now on Serino's back, untying the bag from the bright red reins of the Zephyr horse. Little fingers worked at the knots almost will the skill of a thief...must have picked up a few of the traits from Aurahkah. Hearing steps on the marble, his ears swiveled back, and he turned his head. Nelphean. Eclipse gave a chuckle and turned completely to the elf. "I see you've calmed down quite a considerable bit Quicksilver."

seconds became hours. minutes become months. hours became years. Even the strongest have a limit, and Cymarron was pushed to his, and then over. He grew limp, quiet, and his eyes glazed over. the Breakers looked at each other, and with more laughter, called for the cleric..whom they shoved out of the way when she unlocked the door. Even she closed her eyes and quickly cast the spell to heal the feline, before rushing away. the floor looked as if it had been literally painted in blood, and it was smeared over walls and and some even on the ceiling. Samson sat in it, neverminding while Cymarron lay there.

Malik sat in his seat in the second floor main hall, looking somewhat bored. the scantily dressed harem girls were trying to amuse him with music and dance, but he paid little mind until he heard and felt the probing essence of Samson in his head.

"It is done. He lasted much longer than most, as you might have expected."

"Excellent. Have him cleaned up, and brought to me. then will be polite and send a message to that...woman...thanking her for taking such good care of him for me."

"Is that wise?"

"Well...to most, no. But in this case, if they come looking for him it'll be a perfect test of what he has become capable of. better to use them than cost myself any slaves in the Arena."

"As you wish."