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[RAZEIL]

I SCREAMED,



Death. He was supposed to move on, go to that other place, and yet, here he was, sitting in the same clearing that he had sat in not three days ago. Nothing had really changed in his absence, but now that he was on the other side, how was he supposed to function, his existence had been to spy on the very thing he was. Before he had little fear of the spectra king, but now..things were different. He did not serve himself, he didn't have much of a choice but to serve that moronic King of his. "What do you think, Aera?" He asked, looking down at his equally dead familiar. She just looked at him, still angry with him for getting them into this mess. Even he was mad at himself, why had he eaten that meat, he remembered being hungry, but not starving. "I'll tell you why. Its because your a greedy pig!" He chuckled, nodding at the little chipmunk before he turned, tail dragging the ground long enough for her to grab a hold of it and run up his spine. He wasn't going far,
he had nothing to do, he was dead.

Yet, that did not explain his prowling, hunting pace, he was searching for someone, to be more specific, he was searching for Vogue, though he kept his distance from the kingdom of the living, he needed to speak with her. Well, not really, he had never wanted to speak with her, just observe, but he had a proposition for her...one he was sure she would not go for, but he wanted to try. Razeil was not ready to give in and accept the fact that he was dead, that he was a ghost, that he now served Aitor. "Would you listen, your not living, your dead, give up trying to help them." His eyes rolled, but he stopped. He started to turn, sensing the smile of his familiar, he paused, sucking in a breath, before he released a roar, it trembled in the air, he heard the surrounding animals scatter, alerted to his presence. "Happy?" The scratchy purr that hung in the air was her only reply.

He would not give up.



AND YOU WERE THERE.

[Isilzheha the Impure]

Izanamii

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Born to push you around
You pull away, he hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Just keep them close, just keep praying
Just keep waiting,
for the one,
The day that never comes

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' ' Paws hit the ground, light, heavy, everything and nothing. Brush lashed. I could feel it in my head, see through those oh so amber eyes. Triangular auds perked, and gentle crania lifted to the heavens. I knew she would call for me. She always made it so much more dramatic. Whatever. My own tail lashed, and the wicked song drifted to the heavens. The song floated up and up, octaves rising and lowering in a crooning calling. My own rounded auds flickered in my slumber. I knew she was coming. She was my familiar. I had waited for her to scout the area, just in case. Izanamii did not play lightly. So I should not expect others to do the same. I was no hypocrite. Eera, the damned wolf, was stalking toward me, elegant, muscles prominent. She managed to hold herself. She was not dead. She was not there. It made my eyes flash. Well, rather, my one eye flash. With that deep dark hatred I held for the she-wolf. She moved toward me still, and the expression upon my face stopped her. She stood, watching me. Condescending. I lashed my tail, glowering at her. 'Do not look at me that way, Izzy. It was no more my fault than the brute who did it.' I just stared at her. Oh hell. She was my familiar, what could I do? I did not bother to keep my voice in a mental dialogue. " Perhaps that is the problem, Eera."

' ' I shrugged it away. Whatever. I turned, graceful as could be, and began through the trees. Eera followed suit, too large to fit upon my shoulder, and too proud to move behind me. We walked shoulder to shoulder, and I did not care. We were not superior anything to each other. An unlikely bond of canine and feline, and we were perfect for each other. No, I was not swinging the other way in sexual terms. I flicked my ears, nostrils flaring as the scent came to life before me. My pupil dilated, and I crouched low. Near, so near. How had we not noticed? I slid along the forest floor, a shadow, a spectre. Not too far from the truth at all. Eera followed me, slinking in closer. She crouched low, a wolf on the hunt. Amber eyes were sparkling with excitement. A battle? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I moved closer, and then the roar came. Searching, reaching across the lands with tendrils of power. However, whatever this brute was searching for was not here. I could feel the defeat at the edge of the roar. I moved up, peering around the tree. Eye socket, empty and black, scorched a spot in the small chipmunk riding shotgun on the large cat.

' ' Without thinking, Eera moved forth, at a simple thought in my head that reached to her own. She made herself known, amber hues too intelligent to be a regular wolf. She lashed her brush, circling the pair. Not too threateningly, just observing. 'A definitely dead lot. No noticeable wounds. Cause of death is unknown. Let us hope he is not as fierce as he looks.' I smirked. She was saying that for my benefit, to be sure. I did not make myself known, however, but merely watched on as Eera completed another circle around the brute. He was fiery colors, white around the edges, black slashing across that orange pelt. I made myself visible, solid...almost. We were spectres. We had that sort of ability. I let my ears slide to the side, and I stepped forth, though allowed the shadows to cover me. Mysterious. Never hurt anyone, did it? Eera stopped her pacing, and returned to the edge of the shadow, sitting upon her haunches and watching passively. Good. Little doggie knew her place. A sort of rumble developed in my chest, rolling from my maw, slightly parted jowls baring fangs that glinted through the shadows. I closed my mouth, unsure of what to say. I lashed my tail, pacing the shadows.

' ' Then I moved from the shadows, mystery solved. My pinned up cheek was displayed as I moved closer to the brute, sizing him up casually. No, I was not looking to pick a fight. If this tiger wanted one, I could give it to him. However, I was simply moving about the lands, the lost ghost in the midst of the living. The burns glistened in the light, I could see them as I turned, the blackness and blistered skin so prominent it was enraging. No matter. I have lived with them for quite some time now. Why fret over them now? The winds were soothing, calm, yet with a determined edge. The trees rustled, and all was silent. The roar had driven away the birds, the smaller critters, for the time being. "Perhaps it is not my place to ask." I flicked my tail, glancing to Eera. Speaking wasn't too difficult, as it might have looked, with the ragged scar. I'd grown to speak with it, around it. "But I do not care about placements and personal shit." I said ina casual, neutral tone. Nope, no provoking here. "So I will ask, brute; why do you roar so?" I stopped moving, sitting back upon scarred flanks, one round visual locked onto him, unmoving as I awaited an answer, some sort of response. Eera moved, silently, toward me, sitting off to my side, glancing into the trees.

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