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Askier · **10-23-2014, 07:11 PM**

Askier looked out at the clouds that stretched all around him. Nearly two thousand feet below him the earth had given way to vast ocean. Â Behind Askier could still be seen the coast of Thanalan. Â The Garlean smiled as his right hand tightened on the wheel of the airship he rode, the wind tugging at his hair.

It wasn't supposed to have happened this fast. He wasn't supposed to be here yet. But that's how the world worked. Life is what happened while you waited

Askier looked over at the figure in white, clipped to a life line and bound with rope. Â Kanaria wasn't supposed to be here either. Â But she had leapt aboard after Askier had fled aboard one of the three Red Wing airships after he had shot Kahn'a. The fool had threatened to try and stop him after Askier tried to explain things to him. Â Askier felt his stomach knot. He hadn't wanted to do that. He hadn't wanted to hurt Kahn'a, Kanaria, any of them. Â But life is what happened while you waited.

The Garlean turned his eyes from the unconscious woman to the large mass in the middle of the deck. A large canvas tarp hid what was there, obscuring Askier's newest creation from the world. Â

There wasn't to going back. Â Too many people were scheming. Too many claimed they held the answer. All of them were blind. Â They wanted a reason to crush one another. Â Askier was going to give them their chance, and obtain his revenge in the process

Askier · **10-24-2014, 12:20 AM**

Askier Mergrey looked at the ocean below.Â For hours he had been lazily piloting the airship in long, low sweeping runs above the surface of the ocean, his golden eyes observing the numerous ships traveling along the shipping lanes.Â He had a type of vessel in mind, and finally found two of them, traveling side by side.

Massive trade galleons, their sails full to the winds, their hulls obviously Limsian.Â The Garlean made a few more passes, making sure they got a good look at the airship as he pulled his Flame coat out of a bag and slipped it onto his shoulders.Â
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The Garlean made one last, low pass, hoping at least one crew member would see the attire and live to tell as Askier pulled a lever and the airship rose up into the air, the altimeter reading one-thousand.Â The Garlean then lowered the throttle to a slow crawl, matching the speed of the ships below as he turned and went over to the large thing covered in canvas. Askier pulled out his knife and cut the ropes holding the canvas down.Â The canvas tarp flew off and a metal, magictec bomb sat there, glinting in the sun. Askier pattered it tenderly.

Meanwhile, slumped against the gunwale, her arms against her back, Kanaria Galanodel had woken, jostled awake by the turning of the ship. She'd struggled to loosen the binds that held her, but to no avail. She let out a soft sigh, one that wouldn't be heard over the winds sweeping pass. Her lavender eyes watched Askier quietly as her heart started to race once more as she tried to figure out what he was up to. It wasn't until the boat slowed and he cut the ropes that held the covering on the bomb loose that she gasped.
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There was tremendous hurt in her normally kind eyes as she looked back and forth between the two.

"Askier..." She wiggled upon the deck trying her best to at least sit up. "Askier! What are you doing?!" She cried out over the soft howl of the wind.
Askier looked from the bomb to the woman as he stepped to one side of the device.Â His eyes twinkled as he let a massive grin cover his face.Â
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"You are awake! I was worried you were going to sleep through the show.Â You have the second best seat.Â The best are those poor bastards below us."Â Askier seized a lever and placed his right foot on the side of the bomb as the wind sent Askier's hair flailing around like a den of serpents.

Kanaria eyed him as he spoke and twisted on the spot to face him. Her fingers worked to get to something at the small of her back.
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"Second best?" She looked about quickly and tensed, she couldn't figure out where they were, just sky. "Who? Do you even know who they are? Would you send simple civilians to their death!?" Kanaria struggled more, she had to reach it! He was about to set the bomb free.

"Yes!" Askier exclaimed, and then paused. The bomb maker looked sad for a moment and was still, the wind howling in his ears as his coat danced on the windâ€™s fingers.Â "I'm sorry Kanaria, " Askier said slowly, his smile becoming a sad one.

"I would have destroyed Ul'dah for Saravena, I'll get over killing some sailors for Taeros."Â Askier then grunted and jerked the lever.Â

"Taeros?! Th-this is about that low life scumbag?!" her eyes widened as he pulled the lever, her fingers still working to get that dagger she just couldn't seem to reach.

"N-no!" she yelled as loud as her voice could manage

There was a screech, followed by a groan, as the bomb detached from its mounting.Â Askier then gave it amassive shove with his leg.Â The bombrolled forward towards the gunwale, part of which had been removed.Â The bomb reached the edge and hung there fora moment as the ship rocked.Â The momentseemed to last an eternity before the bomb rolled over and fell towards the pair of ships like the wrath of Bahamut.Â

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One of the sailors, a Seeker, saw it coming, the bomb casting a shadow on the deck.Â The man threw himself overboard.Â The bomb slammed onto the deck before it exploded in a ball of blue fire.Â The ship that it had stuck was blown to bits,and the second ship was torn in twain as the fire and shock wave shattered hull and flesh alike.
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Black smoke rose up around the airship that shook violently to-and-fro as the blast waves reached it.

Askier hung on to his life line as the propeller continued to push the airship forward, out of the cloud of smoke while Kanaria cringed and closed her eyes.Â The turbulence from the blast subsided after a few more moments and the Garlean walked to the aft of the vessel and looked down at the twisted wreckage and flotsam that danced upon the oceanâ€™s surface.

Â Tears flowed down Kanariaâ€™s face as she kept her eye tightly shut, not looking at the miqoâ€™te.
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"Askier...." she whispered softly.

Askier · **10-30-2014, 01:48 PM**

The recent days had been tense ones for Askier.Â His mind had been worn and frayed and he was growing more and more paranoid and stressed.Â He needed to sleep.

He entered the Red Wing HQ silently as the crickets chirped outside.Â The hour was early but the sun was still below the horizon.Â As Askier unlocked his door to his workshop, all he thought of was bed.Â Which is why he was both surprised and annoyed as he entered to see a lamp glowing and a blonde-haired figure hunched over his desk.Â Before the blonde miqo'te rested an open book, Askier's journal, beside which was another open book.Â The figure was scribbling wildly in the second tome and even as Askier slammed the door, the figure did not stop.

"What the hells are you doing?' Askier snarled and clenched his fists.Â The blonde figure looked up at Askier and smiled as he rose to his feet.Â Askier did not smile or relax as he recognizedÂ his half-brother, Jin'to Epinoch.

"Learning about you." Jin'to answered honestly, a polite smile one the priest's lips as he walked around the desk and stood before Askier.Â Jin'to took his board in his hand that had been leaning against the desk.

"By breaking and entering?"Â Askier spat, his teeth flashing.Â Both Garleans looked upon one another with their golden eyes, the color of their mother's hues.

"Like you would have let me in otherwise." Jin'to chuckled.Â "You're a dumb-ass, stubborn, old fool."

Askier's nostrils flared at the slight.Â He was too tired for this.

"Get out."Â Askier said coldly.

"Nope, not going to happen."Â Jin'to replied with a smile, his voice aggravatingly polite.

"Get out or I'll toss you out piece by piece."Â Askier warned.

"I might be afraid of that if you were worth being afraid off." Jin'to said straightening as he held the board in front of him, its tail edge resting on the floor.Â "But I don't fear children.Â Or men who act like them."

Askier howled in rage and surged forward, his fists balls of death, his eyes narrowed slits.Â Jin'to watched his brother's mad dash with amused disinterest as he he let the board fall from his hand.Â It slammed down on the ground.Â Jin'to then calmly nudged the board forward with his foot as he watched Askier, their eyes never leaving on anthers'.Â Askier's mad dash caused him to slam his foot down on the skidding board and he lost his balance, slamming down hard onto the metal floor of his workshop.

Askier tried to pick himself up but Jin'to was fast as quicksilver and Askier found his brother's booted heel pressing down on the back of his skull with an amazing amount of force.Â Askier growled and flailed but could not remove the boot as Jin'to spoke calmly.

"Now then, since I have your attention, I'm going to speak plainly-"

"Go to hell!" Askier raged.Â Jin'to sighed and pressed his boot harder and several of Askier's vertebra popped from the strain.Â

"I'm going to wait till you calm down and act like my older brother."Â Jin'to paused as Askier contiued to gnash his teeth.Â "Or is this as mature as you can act?Â Honestly, Ashwynn is too good for you. You get an amazing woman like that and you shrug her off for petty revenge.Â Twice."Â Jin'to looked at the back of his brother's head.Â "You're an idiot."

"I don't need your judgments!" Askier shook in frustration, unable to move as he took deep breaths.

"Maybe not, but you do need my intervention."Â Jin'to looked over at Askier's diary.Â "You are going to destroy yourself and leave Ashwynn all alone. She doesn't deserve that.Â For whatever reason, she is loyal to your fool ass and she deserves to be happy and I'll be damned if I let you ruin her and yourself any more."Â Jin'to's voice was hard as iron.

"Piss off."Â Askier hissed.Â Jin'to felt his lip twitch and the he looked up at the ceiling.

"Twelve grant me strength."Â the blonde haired Garlean sighed, shaking his head.Â "Askier, you are going to her, understand?Â You are dropping this nonsense and going."

"And if I don't?"Â Askier snorted.Â Jin'to pressed his boot down hard and Askier cried out in surprise and sudden pain at the aggressive nature his seemingly peaceful brother was displaying.

"Yeah, this really isn't up for debate."Â Jin'to said, his voice still polite.Â "Either you go see her and be with her or I'm going to say your funeral rites before Nald'thal right here, right now, before I crush your skull and save all the people who care about you the agonyÂ of watching you slowly kill yourself.Â I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for her so she can have closure, one way, or the other."

Askier flexed his metal hand, glaring at the floor as Jin'to leaned in, waiting for his brother's response, his leg muscles tensed and ready to crush.

Askier · **12-21-2014, 05:29 PM**

The fields of grapevines rolled across gentle hills, the spindly vegitation cynched tightly to wooden posts to offer structure and support to the grape producing plants. The grapes were a deep red almost the hue of blood and in a wet rain the sweet scent of their warm flavors could be caught in the wind. It was the sort of place the troubles of the outside world rarely reared their ugly heads.

The late afternoon La Noscea sun hung in a overcast sky, strands of clouds heavy with moisture casting trailing shadows upon the ground and the buildings over looking the vineyard. One such building was a small pavilion devoid of walls. Â Underneath the stone roof sat a miqo'te.

The male had been calling himself Jin'a and his hair was short and a light brown. Several scars crossed his face and his golden eyes shone with a remarkable tenacity. But a half smile seemed to be a perminant feature to his weathered face and his red coat gave him a remarkable sense of individuality, even if he talked very little.

Jin'a was presently seated in a chair, his coat resting on the back of a chair. His left arm and hand was covered in a long sleeve shirt while his right arm was exposed and covered in scars, as if patches if skin had once been cut away. Â A large pistol sat on the table beside his feet which were kicked up onto the table beside them and the miqo'te seemed to be sleeping.

Jin'a was normally found Here sleeping this time of day. Â He had taken the duty if patroling the grounds at night for nearly a month now and was earning his pay. Couerl and rodent incidents had declined and the sound of his pistol in the deep of night was a less and less frequent sound. One or two workers claimed Jin'a had erected some.strange inventions but if he had, none could find them. Overall, Jin'a was simply a miqo'te doing his job and talking very little.

The male opened one of his golden eyes as a hyur came beside him and calmly.poked his should.

"Jin'a, we may have a couerl in the vineyard again."

Jin'a yawned once and nodded as he rose to his feet without a word. The extremely tall miqo'te picked up the firearm that had lain on the table and holstered it at his side underneath before donning his red, wolf fur coat. Â

Jin'a looked at the hyur and gave a relaxed grin.

"If there is, I'm expecting your cooks to make some couerl steaks for me.". Jin'a's voice was smooth as he turned and began walking out towards the rows of vines stretching before him.

His boots crunched earth beneath him as he walked and he gave a sleepy yawn as he sighed.Â

This life wasn't particularly exciting or dangerous. But Jin'a was glad for it none-the-less. Â This is what he had needed. To be returned to a new beginning and find peace in himself. The wind began to rustle the vines around him and Jin'a flicked his ears. There was a couerl to hunt. Self reflection could come later.

Askier · **12-21-2014, 09:24 PM**

The minutes stretched into the fading hours of twilight and the shadows thickened through the vineyard. Meanwhile the distant rumbles if thunder echoed lightly in the distance as the smell of cold rain filled the air. Golden shafts of sun lanced the rising tempest clouds and spot lit the land in glorious hues if gold not unlike Jin'a's own dazzling optics, which even now darted around for signs of the possible coeurl and its fangs. Coeurls could drag one of the many labor chocobos screaming into the night and that was a loss of profit to Jin'a's employer.

A gust of wind shook the rows of vines but the male froze. His nostrils were open in the way the members if the Morbovine Clan had taught him and he had caught a hint if matted fur and dried blood. The musk was definatly there mixed with scent of earth and grapes. Jin'a lowered his right hand to his holstered firearm and pulled it free, his thumb cocking the hammer slowly as his ears twitched, searching for sounds. Jin'a gave a Sharpe whistle and continued to wait.Â

Nothing.

The male miqo'te slowly inched forward, the thunder growing louder as the vines shook around him. Anther whiff and the scent was there again, stronger. He scowled and lifted his weapon forward.Â

He then heard the snapping and cracking to his right and his golden eyes went wide as they darted to the side.

"Clever coeurl!" Jin'a muttered as he dove forward as the four legged predator exploded from beside him, hooked claws swinging at him. Jin'a slammed onto the ground and rolled, his pistol falling from his hand. The male leapt to his feet and glared, flexing his left, gloved hand.Â

The coeurl and miqo'te stared at one another, eyes locked, fangs flashing. Jin'a saw the coiled sinews of the coeurl flexing and he sucked on his lower lip.

The coeurl lowered its head, silivia dripping from his maw. The male miqo'te reached slowly for a knife at his belt. The coeurl charge, its maw emitting a horrible shriek.

Jin'a a leapt backwards but the coeurl was faster. The animal was almost upon him.

Suddenly there was a blur of yellow and a frantic sqwuaking as something bowled out of the foliage and slammed hooked talons across the coeurls face. The snarling predator tumbled through a line if vines and onto the ground.Â

Jin'a didn't wait. He sprinted through the hole the coeurls violent passing had made. He opened his left hand and drew it back as he neared the coeurl which was struggling to its feet, its eyes trying to make sense if what had happened. The male miqo'te swung the left hand forward. It struck the coeurl's head with an alarming smack and then a small eruotion as the firearm in the metal hand discharged its shot directly into the creature's brain.Â

The coeurl went limp as blood oozed from the head wound.

Jin'a rose to his feet, the wind tugging at his red coat as he looked down at the dead creature at his feet, its coukd muscles still taught, even in death.

"Gonna be me some day." Jin'a said calmly as he swallowed. Â How many times should he have ended up like this coeurl? More than he could or dared to count. He was getting older, his luck couldn't hold forever. Sooner or later ever coeurl meets its end. One way or the other. And Jin'a very much wanted it to be an end met a long time from now.

The morbid thoughts were interrupted as Jin'a's helped stuck his beak beside the male and sqwuaked loudly. Jin'a jumped and then laughed as he reached up and patted his chocobo on the neck.

"Always have to make an entrance, don't you Drumstick?" the chocobo cooed happily and the miqo'te turned to retrieve his firearm from the ground. He holstered the weapon as he looked up at the thunderheads which now hung ominiously in the twilight sky.Â

The miqo'te pressed his lips together as he removed the gloved from his left hand and pocketed it before covering the metal hand with a new glove, one free of a bullet holes from the gun in his arm. He then approached his chocobo and mounted.

"Come on, Drumstick, we'll come back for the coeurl's body after the storm."

The chocobo sqwuaked again and then the two began a stready trot back towards the distant buildings and their flickering, yellow lights.

Askier · **12-22-2014, 08:45 PM**

The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a awoke the next day to a excited commotion coming from outside. Slowly, the male pulled a long sleeve shirt over his stiff and scared torso and limped outside.

Jin'a blinkwd hard against the noon time sun as his dilated pupils shrunk. Before him was a wagon with a lavishly dressed hyur descending from the back, the staff of the vineyard welcoming their employer home excitedly. Jin'a yawned and returned to the tiny shed that housed his bed and a single dresser.

Jin'a re-emerged a bell later, cleaned, shaven, and dressed in coat once again, his boots crunching dust and gravel beneath him as he strolled out into the vine fields once more, ambling towards the dead coeurl's remains.Â

By the time he arrived, the beast's corpse was already loaded onto a wagon and being driven away. The miqo'te was about to turn and truck back through the muck of last nights rain when a voice cried out.

Jin'a flapped his ears several times as he turned and watched as the white silk wearing form.of his employer danced across the mud strewn field, seemingly unconcerned that his white shoes were now caked in mud.

"Jin'a, another fine bit of work while I was gone. I had my reservations about leaving you here but seems to have been sound advice." The hyur employeeing Jin'a was a kind enough hyur well into his sixties with white hair almost as pure as his suit's hue. Jin'a grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"Just doing my job sir, nothing more." The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a answered.

"True true but you do it well. Saved me who knows how much time and Gil handling these brutes and keeping them from my work chocobo's. And the rodents, why they practically disappeared. Like magic."

More like technology. Jin'a thought. Aloud he said:

"Again sir just earning my keep. How was the ball?" Jin'a added the last part in a hope to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Wonderful. Ul'duh was a delight, a marvel. Next time I travel you must join me on a trip to there , Jin'a."

"I don't know." Jin'a said slowly, again wishing to shift the conversation away from certain topics. "A city in the desert full of Â bunch of business people? Sounds like the sort of place I wouldn't belong." Jin'a turned and looked at the rolling hills and the hyur studied the miqo'te in silence for a long time.

"Jin'a. I don't care who you were before you came here. But do I need to know is your history going to cause me any problems down the line?"

Jin'a jerked his head around and gazed wide eyed at the hyur in white. Jin'a's mouth went dry and he stammered.

"You think you're the first person with a shady last I've hired here in all my years?" The vineyard owner said with a dry chuckle as he patted Jin'a on the left shoulder, noting the metal clang that arose when his rings hit. "You aren't. And you won't be the last. But when I saw how fast you turned down going to Ul'dah a few days ago, I got to thinking. I don't want or need details but do I need to be concerned about old enemies or bounty hunters kicking down the gates to my establishment some day?"

Jin'a gazed in stunned silence and all he could muster up in reply was a weak:

"I don't know."

The hyur in white chuckled loudly and nodded as he patted Jin'a's shoulder again.

"Jin'a, least you were honest there. I'll accept that. Just keep working for me as efficiently as you have been and I will have no reason to dig into your past. Fair enough?"

Jin'a raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he nodded in understanding.

"More than fair, sir."

"Good!" The man in white replied. "Now then come along. I picked up a bottle of whiskey per yer request and figure best give it to you."

Jin'a nodded and the two men slowly made their way back to the buildings.

Askier · **01-02-2015, 12:30 PM**

Jin'a was lying on he bed in the small.room, gazing up at the ceiling. Jin'a has his hands behind his head and he was talking idly to the small, fuzzy creature playing happily on the floor.

"Oh sure, you love it here. Think that I'm just the best pet owner. Truth is, I'm a pretty big ass."

Jin'a reached over to a glass of water resting on the nightstand and took a sip. The animal made a happy sound and the miqo'te chuckled.

"How am I an ass? Well let's see, I am a traitor to my homeland, murderer, liar, drunk, sleazeball, been unfaithful few times in love, cast aside friendships like they were garbage, had a massive ego, self righteous, oh and I once didn't tip a good waiter. All in all, my continued existence is proof that the Twelve are assholes to the good people in this world."

The furry creature made a cute reply nose as it chased something around. Jin'a placed the glass back on the dresser.

"Well I suppose you are right. I mean I'm less of a dick now than I was. To bad it took dwelling in insanity, burning bridges with friends, having my significant other miles away, and engaging in a slew of activities that make my stomach knot in shame and regret to get to this point. I mean, hells, here I am voluntarily living in borderline poverty, sending money to Ashwynn, talking to a creature that doesn't understand a word I say and pretending it does. How the might have fallen, no?"

The cute animal turned its big eyes at Jin'a, who smiled and got up from the bed finally and took his coat from the peg on the wall and put it on.

"Try not to get into trouble while I'm gone, okay? Â Hells know I've had enough of that to last me a life time.". Jin'a beamed a stupid grin.as he stepped outside and locked the door behind. It was late twilight and the rolling hills covered in vines stretched before him. He patted the firearm at his side and slowly began the long watch and the peace of mind it gave him.

Serenity through simplicity.

Askier · **01-02-2015, 12:49 PM**

In the shadowed places of Eorzea, all manner of foul things can be found if you have the desire and unwholesome desire to find such things. Male and female, old and young, all slain or driven mad by these festering cesspits of wretchedness. And here now, in one of those dens of sinister intent was a creature not alive yet not entirely dead. It walked on the edge of the barrier that divided this world from the eternity of what was beyond.

The creature had had several names. Some it wore happily. Others forced upon it. It had once been forced to be one made of two. But that had changed. With the death of the voice, the bindings that made one of two had begun severing. Part had retained the female form, but the other part, the male part, had been expunged, excommunicated from the hallowed halls of undead flesh. And now, here, in this place, it clung to remain. By sheer force of determination and will it clung, resisting the call of beyond. It resisted for no higher reason then self preservation. It was not afraid of what lay beyond the veil, yet its base instincts did not want it to leave.

Here within this well of darkness and magic it festered, unknowingly drawing upon itself folds and tendrils over the passing of time. The one that was once part of two was making itself whole, defining itself once more on its own. No masters, no Voices, no split halves. Only itself in the darkness, binding to itself slowly a wretched form with onyx black eyes from which no light might escape. Sinister was this festering pool and its corrupted aether and here all other things that dwelt left as the one dwelt longer and longer.

In time it became a shimmering shadow of a shape, not truly there, as if a strong breeze might cast it away. But it endured and slowly drew more defined and stronger. It would be months before it was even partially restored. But it had nothing but time for time had bestowed upon the shattered remnaint an abundance of peaceful time.

How kind of time.

Askier · **01-31-2015, 02:19 PM**

The air was cold, and each breath Askier took was a difficult task, as hisÂ veins tried to pump his warm blood to his frigid sinew and organs.Â

Each step was long and labored as he plowed through the snow, his foot prints leaving deep impressions behind him as he gazed around with his golden eyes.Â Rows and rows of tombstones stoodÂ around him under a ceiling of dark grey clouds.Â Â TombstonesÂ rolled out in rows for what seemed an eternity, each stone with a name inscribed upon its stone surface.

Through this solem eternity Askier walked, his steps uneven and taking him to a destination he did not know where but seemed unable to escape. His path was set, it seemed, and he either did not want to, or was unable to, deviate from the almost supernatural force compelling him to walk.

After an uncalculable time of walking through the neat, narrow rows, Askier stopped.Â

Before him rested a headstone with an inscribed name that he knew all to well.Â But, where the earth had been level before the stones for ever otherÂ grave marker he had passed, thisÂ ground was torn and tilled, with a large hole open before the Garlean.

Askier felt the hair on his back rise as he swallowed.Â And then he turned.

Standing there was a figure dressed in a black robe, a black cowl draped over the head and face. Two, ghastly pale hands clutched a thin, silver rapier in their spidery fingers and the figure was leaning on the blade as if it were a cane.

Askier's lips curled in disgust as he stared at the figure.Â He didn't need to see the face to know what this enitiy before him was.

"Get back in that hole." Askier ordered in a harsh whisper.

The hood lifted just enough for a chin and thin pair of lips to be seen as the head beneath the cowl moved.Â The lips pulled back into a half smile and a set of yellow, pointed teeth flashed.

The figure then dashed forward and shoved Askier.Â The snow caught Askier and he slipped backwards.Â The Garlean tumbled into the hole before the grave, which suddenly had no bottom.Â Askier continued to fall into deeper and deeper blackness.

And then there was light.

Askier's eyes flew open and he jerked up, sweat covering his brow.Â He took a few panic breaths before he looked around and realized where he was.Â In his room, at the vineyard, still very much alive.

The Garlean had been fighting a fever these past few days, but with that dream just now, it seemed the fever had passed.Â

Askier rubbed his right hand over his face and heaved a sighed of relief.

"It was just a dream."Â Askier replied, looking over at the window and the rain that was falling outside.Â "Just a dream."

Askier · **02-01-2015, 10:24 PM**

The shadow thing stood at the lip of the cave, the darkness of night stretching before it.Â It had languished in the darkness for months, drawing itself a form not unlike its old one. Muscle and sinew, flesh and bone, all knitted together by the whisps of aether leaked from the void and used to alter the muck and water the soul had resided in, deep within the subterainian vault, to form a newÂ vessel to house its soul.Â NowÂ the thingÂ felt strong enough to leave its hole and walk among the living once more.Â

The thing was humaniod in shape and covered in black robes and a black hood.Â A silver sword, thin and polished, was clutched in its left hand and the figure leaned upon it like a cane.Â A crow sat onÂ the figure'sÂ right shoulder, the bird far larger than a normal crow, with eyes that glowed a dull red, like dying coals.Â

The figure in black slowly limped forward, its feet sinking in the mud of the swamp.Â Gridania smelt of rot in this place, and the sky overhead was blocked out by rows of tree limbs and leaves.Â It was absolutly dark, but the figure in black saw just fine as it lifted its head just enough for its black eyes to see past the cowl, eyes blacker than the night around it.Â

The figure moved slowly, the bird on its shoulder whispering in a cracking voice words that told the location of the personÂ the figureÂ sought.Â After a few moments, the bird sprungÂ into the air, a shower of molted feathers falling behind it.Â The bird rose up into the blackÂ sky and emitted a shrill caw and then, in its crackling cawing, repeated a single word:

"Kkkkindness! Kkkkindness! Kkkkindness!"

The wind blew and the crow was lost in the darkness of the night as theÂ thing in black continued its slow march north.

Askier · **02-01-2015, 10:56 PM**

The woman had worked the vineyard for years; her toothless smile always ready to be given to anyone who came near. She always smiled but never told her name, her countless wrinkles creasing as she did so.

That was why Askier was surprised when he walked near her and looked at him. She looked so sad.Â Askier had gone to open his mouth but she had simply raised her hand to silence him.

"Jin'a', I owe you an apology.Â I did what I had no business to do."

Askier blinked and gave an uncomfortable chuckle and looked around before looking at her.

"Madam, to my knowledge, you have not wronged me in any-" Askier started.

"I read the tarrot for you, because I was curious what future awaited you sincer you have been so helpful.Â I-" the woman siezed Askier's hand and shoved four cards into them and looked up at him.Â "I am sorry, Jin'a.Â I...I am sorry for your fate."

The woman turned, leaving the card in Askier's hand.Â Askier looked around the vineyard anxiously, the entire situation odd.Â All he had been doing was patroling the barns housing the wine barrels when he had run into her.Â

Askier saw he was alone and then looked at the cards.Â

The first was "The Foo"l.Â Askier looked at the card and rolled his eyes. His card, he guessed, knowing how the stupid cards supposedly worked.Â He flipped to the next.

The Lovers.Â Askier blinked.Â He was certainly in love, yes. Nothing new here.Â Next card.

The picture of a tower struck by lightning, the card of Madness and destruction. A card Askier new well.Â A million options came to mind and Askier turned to the next card.

The name of the card at the bottom was "Death" and Askier trembled slightly.Â But it wasn't the nature or meaning of the card that bothered him. It was the image upon the card.Â The visage of death resting before him was that of a figure in black, leaning on a silver sword, just as in his dream.Â A dozen crows circled the figure.Â

Askier threw the cards from him and pulled out his firearm.Â With a burning fury in his eyes, his weapon fired, the bullets tearaing the cards to ashes.Â Askier watched the tattered remains fall to the earth and spat as he turned around and continued to make his rounds.

"Well that soured my day." Askier grunted in dismissal.

Askier · **02-02-2015, 04:11 PM**

â€œI hate this place.â€ the elezen said with a bitter scowl as he drew the coat hung over his shoulders tighter. Before him crackled a fire, the heat it spewed with each crackle of wood hardly defeating the icy cold that hung clean and crisp on the air. Both of the elezenâ€™s companions exhaled their breaths white clouds that mixed with the grey smoke.

Overhead the moon shone bright and clear through the leaves of the trees of Gridania, but nearby, taller and mightier, stood the mountains of Coerthas and their snowcapped peaks. The snow might be way up upon the , but apexesâ€™ the cold hand blown down to this border region and cast aside the warmth.

â€œWeâ€™ll be out of here soon enough, Sticks.â€ said a shivering hyur to the elezen nicknamed Sticks. Sticks was tall and as thin as a stick, with sunken cheekbones and black hair. He seemed more like a tree than a living creature.
Sticks grumbled something as the third figure, a short Roe, tossed another log onto the fire and sparks shot up into the air like a thousand, wayward stars. The normal sounds of the forest were gone. No insects, no wind, no nighttime creatures. There was only still silence, save the three figures and their roaring fire.

The three merchants had parked their wagon near the side of the road and their single chocobo was asleep nearby, itâ€™s body mass insulating it from the biting teeth of the cold air.

â€œTwo days ainâ€™t soon enough.â€ Sticks grumped as he crossed his arms over his chest and wondered how he was going to sleep that night. How in the world had he come to this? What bad cluck of fate had made him go from a successful merchant with his own wares being sold in the streets to hardly making ends meat as a low end, bottom of the barrel caravan driver? Sticks had lost count. He had been through so much, between the political upheaval currently in Ulâ€™dah, to corruption among that city-stateâ€™s agencies, to the madness that seemed to occur there so regularly, it was just proof that life was chaos and any order people claimed existed where just a temporary illusion. All of his great life plans, reduced to freezing his ass off in the middle of the-

SNAP

A twig crunched under a foot and all three men jerked their heads towards the sound that had come behind Sticks. The three pairs of eyes peered intently into the shadowed, moon-lit columns of trees that stretched before them. Nothing moved. After a few moments they turned back to the fire.

â€œWonder what that was.â€ Sticks muttered.

â€œProbably just a deer or something.â€ the hyur replied calmly. He was a seasoned traveler and held his bearing far better the urbanized elezen. â€œIf I had my bow strung, Iâ€™d probably go get us some game and sk-â€œ

â€œWhere is the bird?â€ grunted the Roe as he suddenly rose to his feet. Sticks and the hyur jerked their heads and then sprung to their feet. The chocobo, so carefully tied, was gone, its rope lying on the ground. Sticks blinked in shock as the Roe stepped towards where the bird had been. The hyur was hastily stringing his bow and slinging his quiver onto his back. Something was amiss. Sticks couldnâ€™t be sure what it was but, or how he knew, but the hairs on the back of his neck were straight up and down.

â€œMaybe it just ran off?â€ Sticks said weakly. â€œCould have-â€œ

SNAP

Another stick broke behind them. Sticks and the hyur spun, their backs to where the chocobo had been. The hyur drew his bow string back, an arrow knocked and ready to fly. Sticks slid a pair of knives from his sides and held them tightly, one in each hand, as he peered around.

â€œRiver Rock, Sticks, you see anything?â€ the hyur said in a hushed whisper. Sticks shook his head and swallowed nervously.

â€œRock, how about you?â€

Silence greeted this question.

â€œRock?â€ Sticks looked over his shoulder and exhaled nervously. The Roe was gone.

â€œRock?â€ Sticks said in a trembling voice as the fire crackled beside him. â€œRocks gone!â€

Sticks turned his head and froze. He was alone. The hyur, who had just been beside him not a moment ago in the light of the flames, was also gone. Sticks stood alone. The knives in his hand shimmered as the light of the flames reflected off the polished steel as the elezen shook in fear.

Nothing moved around him. Only the rows of trees for as far as he could see. And his breath, white upon the air. For minutes nothing happened but the pulse continued to hammer in Sticksâ€™ veins as he jerked his head around over and over, seeking his comrades, or for a clue to what had happened to them.

SNAP

Sticks whirled around and went still. Just a few feet away stood a figure, dressed all in black. Its face was indistinguishable and dark, as if the light from the fire was unable to pierce the shadows that dwelt upon the figureâ€™s face. A black hood covered the head but a long, white tail swished to and fro slowly behind the figure.

â€œWho the hells are you!â€ Sticks exclaimed and then hurled both knives at the figure. They sliced through the air and then slammed into the figure points first. The figure in black didnâ€™t react.

It simply stood there, the handles of the blades protruding out. Sticks gave an awkward chuckle before the figure lifted its head. Sticksâ€™ couldnâ€™t see any feature except the eyes, but those eyes were somehow blacker than the night around them. They did not reflect, they did not shimmer, they seemed more like two black holes that absorbed everything around them and let nothing escape. Two prisons that dwelt in a realm beyond understanding.

Sticks tried to look away from those hypnotizing eyes but found himself unable to do so, they were like pits he had fallen into and there was no bottom.

The hooded figure slowly limped forward, a clicking faintly audible as a cane helped move the figure, As the hooded figure drew closer, it extended a trembling handed, covered in taught skin over white bone and veins. When the trembling figures were about to touch Sticks, the elezen tried to pull back but couldnâ€™t, he was lost in those eyes.

â€œWhat are you doing?â€ the elezen whimpered, his voice a defeated whisper as he realized, deep down, he was doomed.

The voice that spoke was not harsh or cruel. It was not energetic or excited. It was simple, and soft, like a gentle breeze over fields of wheat. There was no emotion in the words and its tone did not change as it spoke two words.

â€œA kindness.â€

Askier · **02-02-2015, 04:22 PM**

In the mountains of Coethas, a miqoâ€™te priest pretending to be someone he was not was sitting by a table, a file sharpening the edge of an odd board that had two boot bindings screwed to one side. The blonde male was humming softly as worked. He had slipped out of Ulâ€™dah the same time the rest of the Red Wings had made their departure as the claws of someone tried to squeeze the organization dry.

Jinâ€™to had decided it was the perfect time to return to the mountains for some well-deserved relaxation. The priest looked at the window of his inn room and grinned. He felt a bit bad for leaving the Red Wings to their fate, but with the promise of fresh snow tomorrow and a nearby ridge to slide down, he was having a hard time feeling too bad. He would worry about it later. After all, he was just a place holder, not a full member of the Red Wings. He would leave the real danger to his fool of an older brother.

Jinâ€™to sighed as he thought of Askier as he slipped the board over and began sharpening the other edge. His brother: the psychopath. The fact that Jinâ€™to was even half related to the disturbed male bothered him. The list of reasons he didnâ€™t like his older brother was numerous pages long. Twenty-three to be exact; Jinâ€™to had actually written them out. But his sister-in-law, for some odd reason cared forAskier, and Jinâ€™to had aided Askier for her sake, not Askierâ€™s.

He just hoped Askier was finally fixing himself. Jinâ€™to had already lost one brother.

The priest paused. He looked over at the crackling fire in the hearth and let the flames dance before him. His mind wandered as his body stilled. For a long time Jinâ€™to did not move as he gazed into the embers. His left hand slipped to his pocket of his shirt and he pulled out a small stone with a carved symbol on it. The stone had been smoothed and polished by years of handling and it shone a dull grey. Jinâ€™to let his lips curl into a sad smile as he swallowed.

It had been Jinâ€™liâ€™s first birthday present to him, when the young kit had still been full of life and happiness, before the cruel reality of their upbringing was thrust upon him. Jinâ€™to wrapped his fingers upon the stone and breathed deeply as he closed his eyes.

â€œDid I fail you Jinâ€™li?â€ Jinâ€™to said softly. â€œIs your death all my fault?â€

â€œThis one finds your sentiment mildly touching.â€

Jinâ€™to bolted to his feet and leapt over the table as the voice spoke. He seized the candle stick and held it like club as he fixed his golden eyes where the sound had come from.

Standing in the door, leaning on a thin fencing sword as if it was a cane, draped in total black, stood the gaunt, sickly figure of Jinâ€™li.

Jinâ€™liâ€™s flesh was pale white and his hair was as pure as the falling snow outside. The white tail swished slowly as the sickly, younger Epinoch limped into the room, the pure black eyes fixed on his older brother.

â€œJinâ€™li?!â€ Jinâ€™to exclaimed, lowering the club, his eyes bugging in disbelief. â€œYou, they said you were dead and cremated!â€ Could the Red Wings have lied to him? Jinâ€™toâ€™s mind was full of these ideas as he stood there dumbfounded.

â€œThis one was dead.â€ Jinâ€™li explained his voice utterly flat and without emotion as he paused in the room, the sword sticking in the floor. It was then that Jinâ€™to saw the blood rolling off the blade and pooling on the floor. The fire behind Jinâ€™to sputtered and the priest felt the hair on his neck starting to standing.

â€œBut, then how are you here?â€ the priest said warily. â€œDid Naldâ€™thal-â€œ

â€œThat name, Naldâ€™thal,-â€ Jinâ€™li said, looking at his brother from behind short hair, â€œIs an amusing title. You do not understand the reality of what is coming when the veil of this world is gone. Death, as this one has learned, is simply a state of mind, which is able to be overcome with the right powers and desire, Master Epinoch.â€

â€œMaster Epinoch?â€ Jinâ€™to looked puzzled at the title. â€œIâ€™m your brother Jinâ€™li. There is no need for-â€

â€œManners are always needed, Master Epinoch.â€ Jinâ€™li said, stepping forward, his black eyes gazing at Jinâ€™toâ€™s and suddenly Jinâ€™to felt the violent urge to smash his brother in the head with the candle stick. The urge shocked him but there was something wrong here. Terribly terribly wrong. This was Jinâ€™li but wasnâ€™t. Jinâ€™to didnâ€™t know how he knew, or why, but the figure before him was wrong, it was a violation of the natural world. Almost as if it was a voidspawn.
Jinâ€™toâ€™s eyes widened. Was that it? Had his brother somehow manifested himself in the plane once more as some twisted abomination? Some construct of nightmares and energies best forgotten? Had not Alexei mentioned something about a cult altering the departed? Was Jinâ€™li a victim of this cult? Was Jinâ€™li some sick puppet? But hadnâ€™t the cult been destroyed? If it had, who was puppeteering his brother? Or was it even his brother? Or was his brother some now free, dark entity? A million questions flooded Jinâ€™toâ€™s mind as he looked at the face that had once been his brother and spoke slowly.

â€œJinâ€™li, I am sorry I wasnâ€™t there for you. I heard about what you did, to everyone. Iâ€¦you are still my brother. I donâ€™t know how you found me, but canâ€™t we sit and talk?â€

Jinâ€™li gazed back with his black, empty eyes and no expression crossed the younger Epinochâ€™s face.

â€œMaster Epinoch.â€ Jinâ€™li replied, voice still expressionless. â€œThis one came here for not pity or to ask forgiveness or to rebuild a broken family. This one came to learn where the Master Mergrey was.â€

Jinâ€™to gawked and then flushed red.

â€œYou came to see him! Not me, the brother who raised you, helped you, was there for you to cry too! All you care about is that bombing bastard and not me?! Why the blazes didnâ€™t you just go ask those friends of his and spare me the heart ache of knowing you are somehow alive after death!â€

â€œThis one did not mean to offend.â€ Jinâ€™li said flatly as he watched his golden haired older brother shudder in rage and tears slip from the golden eyes. â€œThis one simply knew you would talk and not try to kill. Please forgive this one for the unintended offense.â€

Jinâ€™li bowed politely. Jinâ€™to lunged forward and slapped his brother across the face. The blow was loud. Jinâ€™liâ€™s head jerked to the side but he did not react or make a sound.

â€œDid the blow permit you a chance to feel at ease, Master Epinoch?â€ Jinâ€™li asked as he turned his head back around.

â€œNo!â€ Jinâ€™to screamed. â€œHow are you here? Are you even alive anymore? How did you come back rom the dead?! Why do you need to see Askier, huh? Iâ€¦what happened to you!â€

Jinâ€™li looked at his brother calmly.

â€œYou do not know where he is then?â€ Jinâ€™li asked again.

â€œNo!â€ Jinâ€™to shouted in rage and frustration. This thing that looked like his brother, he hated it. It had dragged out buried emotions and then confused him. He knew in his heart of hearts it was wrong and evil, but the fact that it was like his baby brother, yet so unlike himâ€¦he couldnâ€™t get that out of his mind. It bothered him. He wanted to reverse time, never have been here, never have seen the thing walking around with Jinâ€™liâ€™s face and that sword.
Jinâ€™to paused and realized he suddenly hurt. He blinked and realized something was stuck through his chest. He began to shudder as a cold crept over his body. Jinâ€™to looked down and saw Jinâ€™liâ€™s blade buried to the hilt in his chest.

Jinâ€™to blinked again. He hadnâ€™t even seen the sword move.

â€œWhyâ€¦â€ Jinâ€™to gasped, blood filling his punctured lung. Jinâ€™li twisted the blade and looked at his brother.

â€œBecause you do not know where Askier is and therefor were of no more use to this one. Please pardon the rudeness of the death you are experiencing, but know I love you brother. You were always so kind. That is why I am letting you experience a kind death.â€

Jinâ€™li held the sword still until the light of life left Jinâ€™toâ€™s eyes and the older miqoâ€™te sagged to the floor in a heap. Jinâ€™li slid his weapon clear of the body and turned.

It took several minutes for the sickly miqoâ€™te to work his way down the stairs and to the front door of the inn and slipped outside. The winds howled and the air was biting cold. The flag atop the snow wall nearby waved in the wind violently.

But the harsh conditions did not bother the miqoâ€™to. Leaving a trail of blood behind him from his sword, Jinâ€™li continued to limp his way through the swirling snows towards the sea.

Askier · **02-02-2015, 04:31 PM**

Atrium Crow stood at the edge of the dry docks near Limsa. The short, female miqoâ€™teâ€™s short hair blew around her face as her mismatched eyes watched the small boat sailing towards the shore, the shadow of the overcast night even darker around it. Atrium knew who was aboard that boat. The cursed other part she had been magically stitched to by â€œThe Voiceâ€ to become an undead assassin. That black, wretched soul that had infected her.

She had once been a loyal follower of the cult and had given her life and body for the cultâ€™s cause. But that had changed. She, when she and Jinâ€™li had been made one person called Atrium Crow, she had felt the soul, the cold, heartless calculating thing and had almost become truly united and one. But it had been her half that had fallen in love with Oubliette. Her half that had fought against the power of "The Voice" and it had been her half that had finally torn the Jinâ€™li half away and banished it from her soul and her body to travel into the realm of death. She was her own person again, even if she still called herself Atrium Crow. She had been traveling the world, marveling in its wonder now, free. But for some time she had sensed the soul of Jinâ€™li slipping back into the world and somehow growing stronger. The stronger and more restored the soul of Jinâ€™li became, the more aware she was of his intentions and location. Over the past few months it had been moving up to Coerthas and back and was now sailing across the sea. Atruim knew she had to meet him on the shore, to forever sever their conection that somehow still exhisted and send the soul to Naldâ€™thal.

The boat she knew to be carrying Jinâ€™li slipped though the waters and then up to the pier. There was a terrible splintering noise as the full sails drove the vessel aground.

Atrium watched as the vessel grounded to a halt. The shadows that hung over the ship seemed to be merging and out of them emerged the white haired, pale skinned albino, Jinâ€™li Epinioch. The male limped slowly off the ship, a sword clutched in his hand but used as a cane. A massive raven, as large a big cat, sat upon the miqoâ€™teâ€™s shoulder and peered around before fixing Atrium with a blood red optic. The two undead figures faced one another down, but it was Jinâ€™li whom moved first. Jinâ€™li bowed deeply as the great raven flew from his shoulder, emitting a horrible caw that echoed around the deserted dry docks. Jinâ€™li began speaking in his flat, emotionless voice.

â€œMaster Crow, half of this oneâ€™s once whole. A pleasure and an honor you bestow upon this one by meeting this one here.â€

Atrium snarled, recalling that stupid way of talking the Jinâ€™li soul had forced them to talk like.

â€œShut your damn mouth. I cut you out and sent you beyond. How are you even here?!â€ Atrium unslung the axe from her back and held it, metal glinting in the light from the torches that burned around the docks.

â€œThis one has learned how to defeat death, just as you have. This one, however, knows how without needing "The Voice".â€ Jinâ€™li lifted his head and took a step back aboard the vessel. Atrium scoffed and stepped forward, her hot headed tendencies coming out. Her mild, coy manners had left her since the Jinâ€™li part was gone and she had been doing â€˜thingsâ€™ with Oubliette.

â€œRetreating already,spawn?â€ Atrium snorted. Her axe began burning with black flames as she used her energy to encase it. Jinâ€™li blinked.

â€œLady Crow, do be careful, the powers you have are very limited. I know your limits just as well as you do and using them aimlessly could cause you to-â€œ

â€œIâ€™ll only be a second to kill you and be rid of you again! You tried to crush me when we were bound together. Never again!â€ Atrium dashed forward and leapt at Jinâ€™li. The sickly miqoâ€™to tried to evade her blow but the burning axe slammed into his gut and sent Jinâ€™li tumbling backwards and crashing against the mast of the ship. Atrium slowly strode forward, her axe in hand as she spat, her feet slipping slightly on the wet deck.

â€œYou should have just gone on the Naldâ€™thalâ€™s domain!â€ Atruim shouted. â€œIf you donâ€™t want to go, Iâ€™ll send you myself so you might be judged for your grievous sins.â€

Jinâ€™li looked up at her, his hand clutching the black blood oozing out of the gash she had cut in him and her weapon. Jinâ€™li saw the silver etched into the cutting edge of the blade and realized he should have known one dead abomination would know how to wound another. They had once been the same person once after all and had shared memories and ideas together. But thatâ€™s how he knew she would have attacked so recklessly and been so focused on him to ignore the raven.

Jinâ€™li suddenly moved. His sword arm lurched forward and slammed the point of Jinâ€™liâ€™s sword into Atriumâ€™s foot. Atruim screamed as the silver metal blade impaled her dead flesh and burned her.

Jinâ€™li bowed his head to her as he picked himself and threw himself into the ocean with a crash of water.

The moonlight suddenly slipped through the clouds and glistened off the whale oil covered decks, whale oil Jinâ€™li had spread across the deck for just this occasion. The raven flying above saw the reflection of the moon on the oil and dropped the torch it had taken from a mounting just as Atrium went to pull the sword from her foot. The torch fell and ignited the oil in an instant. The entire ship sprung into flames in the blink of an eye. The inferno engulfed Atrium and began charring her flesh. It all happened so fast she didnâ€™t have a chance to escape. Her screams were agonized but did not last. The flames shot beneath the deck and stuck the black powder beneath. The ship exploded in a plume of fire that shot debris high into the air.

On the dock two trembling hands reached from the water and seized the peir. Jin'li pulled himself from the salty brine with a grunt, his movments awkward and clumsy but he moved as if the gash in his side did not affect him as more black blood oozed from the cut. Jin'li rose up and turned to stare at the flickering flames that danced across the surface of the water. The miqo'te bowed his head.

"Thank you for the duel, Lady Crow. It was an honor."

There was a caw and the Crow flapped down. The flames glinted off the silver sword that had flown into the air following the blast. Jin'li took the sword and begna slowly limping inland, the winds tussling his hair, brining with it the smell of vineyards.

â€œDeath is freedom, Lady Crow. Consider yourself truly liberated at last.â€

Askier · **02-02-2015, 05:04 PM**

Ashwynn sat on the patio of the Limsian apartment she was renting. It was a small place, and far below her normal standards, but so much of her life seemed to be below standards these days. Even her choice in husbands she sometimes remarked.

She sipped her wine as her black robe danced in the wind.

This was far from how she thought life would turn out for her. From adopted daughter of one of the most powerful men within the Garlean military, to a refugee on the run living just above the squalor line.

Ashwynn spat and took a long sip of her red wine. She paused and turned her eyes back to the rising sun and the shimmering ocean before her.

"Disgusting." she muttered about her lot in life. Askier was one thread that seemed to keep her from crashing into the ocean of life that sought to overwhelm her. He was a conundrum alright, one she wanted to strangle. but one she loved dearly, even if she seemed icy at him at the moment. What woman wouldn't? Being forced to live several miles away?

Ashwynn sighed.

"He's trying." she muttered softly.

"Then he is failing." came a falt voice. A voice Ashwynn knew remarkably well.
Slowly, she turned her head and let her blue eyes set themselves on the sickly, frail figure of the miqo'te whom had once served her father fanatically.

"Jin'li."

Ashwynn's tone was far from jovial, or pleased. She had heard from her husband and his allies of this little beasts actions, his monstious murders, and how he had commited them all at the orders of her father.

"Lady Adonis, this one is pleased to see you again, alive for a short time longer." Jin'li bowed but Ashwynn replied by pulling a small gunblade from beneath her robe and aiming it at the male. She fired, the weapon slamming a bullet into Jin'li's stomach.

Jin'li staggered backwards several feet but did not make a sound of display emotion on his face. Blood , black, oozed out a few drops fell to the floor. Jin'li blined and then slowly began limping forward, the sword in his hand clicking as he went.

"I see your father gave you a gunblade similiar to the one he gave me." Jin'li remarked, studying the short, silver weapon in Ashwynn's hand. "That was very rude of you to shoot me."

Ashwynn made to squeeze the trigger again but Jin'li shocked her as he darted foward and knocked her pointed weapon aside with the sword hand and seized her throat with the other. Jin'li's grip was terrifyingly strong and cold as ice. Jin'li looked at her as Ashwynn clawed at his face, her mind desperatly trying to let oxygen enter her lungs once more.

"You are the brood of Master Adonis. That will not save you. This one shall use you to break another. Rejoice, Lady Adonis. The chain of love that binds you to Master Mergrey will drag you both into death together forever."

Jin'li squeezed harded, his face devoid of any emotion. It was the last thing Ashwynn Adonis saw before she blacked out.

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