1x1 with Kijani

[R0be0]

What had happened was unforgivable, it was a cry for death on those who had wronged her.. And she would get her revenge.

That was the thought that had been pounded through her mind, she had heard what the great evil spirit had told her, she had heard of this "reborn" god, and she was going to kill him, kill him before those rotten good for nothing tribal members managed to convert his powers for their "good." What good had come from those lowly jerks? Nothing of worth in her mind. Nothing that was even considerably good, no, nothing. They were nothing, nothing but the muck that you had to pull from the bottom of your shoe. It was clear that she resented them, and with a good reason to, they meant nothing to her. Nothing at all. At least nothing anymore...

Maslow had been born to the tribe's former leader. He had been a good and strong man, and though Maslow's darkened feeble mind would often result in some trouble on her behalf, the young tiger shapeshifter had learned to adapt with the tribe's rules. Even though she hardly ever followed them. Her father had always spoke that the elder god would watch down on her, and when she did wrong he would shake his head, and cry tears of longing to try and right her mistakes. Well, if that was true than by now his neck would have gotten pretty damn stiff. The tribe she remembered when she was younger, was not the tribe that was still there today. Even though she was in terms still seventeen [though had lived much longer than that,] her life had consisted of much things, many things in which her eyes and mind would not and could not erase. Nothing that she tried to do could make her dis-remember that day, that awful day. The day when she decided that it was time for her to make a stand for the opposite side of the battle.

It was the night of the harvest moon, which meant that it was a celebration time for the tribe. Like every harvest moon, they would hold a semi-festival in their small camp in the forest. They would speak of stories, and lore about the evil demon and his plans to trick the elder god, and make away with him. There was also dancing, and singing, and much food. It was a great celebration, and to Maslow everything seemed as if nothing could ever go wrong. Of course, something went horribly, horribly wrong.

A man by the name of Bi-Phar was staying in the group, since his travels had forced him to come along them in route. Thinking nothing of it Maslow continued to dance and sing the night away, until the mysterious man walked up to her, and spoke. "You know," she could still remember his voice. "This may not be any of my business but I here you are the heir to this tribe, am I correct? And in doing so the leader's daughter?" She had nodded, as she continued to stare into the embers of one of the camp fires, thinking absolutely nothing to the man's blunt questions. They seemed like they were normal to her, and that nothing bad was coming from it.

"Well I have some news to tell, I was overhearing some conversation with some of the tribal members, something about your father losing his edge in a battle with a hell demon recently." It was true, there had been a hell demon attack a moon or so ago, and her father had been weakened greatly in the battle, and had it not been for the tribal warriors, the attack would have been lost. 'They were also speaking of some kind of civil splitting within the clan, something about overthrowing your father, and that he was no longer good for the tribe's well being." This sparked Maslow's interest, and she had turned to face the young man. Narrowing her eyes a bit.

"And who were speaking these things about my father?"

'I don't know all of their names, one of them I recognized as Kai - a general here."

"That's preposterous! Kai and my father have been good friends for longer than I have lived. There is no way that he would have had anything to do in this scheme." Her eyes were now darkened towards this man. Was it true, could Kai try to overthrow her father? No. That was too much insane.

Bi-Phar shrugged. "I only speak of what I heard, he was saying that tonight, during the night after the festival they would be killing him. Making it look like an accident, that some creature of the night did it. I am sorry to deliver this to you on such.. short, notice, but I feel you must know."

"Well I suppose I should go and warn father." As Maslow got up to tell her father about this, Bi-Phar shot out a hand to grab her arm.

"No. You honestly think he will believe you? He will think this is some prank of yours, it'd be best to deal with these hooligans by yourself." There was something in Bi-Phar's voice that put Maslow at edge, but she understood what he meant. She was a prankster, and she enjoyed practical jokes. There would be no doubt that father would assume this was a joke for the festival.

"How?"

"Stop them from succeeding, kill them."

Maslow's jaw opened, "you can't be serious?"

"I could never be more serious. They are working against the good, they follow the facts of the evil spirit. Your tribe believes in death for those people, right?"

"Well...-"

"Right?"

Maslow sighed, he was right. If this was true, than Kai and his followers needed to be killed. But was it true? Could she afford the chance to believe that it was a lie? "Thank you for your intell Bi-Phar." That was all she said before she walked off.

That night had changed her life, she had tracked down Kai, and had heard of speak of some giant plan outside of the camp with some of the clan's warriors. Enraged she had lunged at them, killing them in her tiger's form. It had been quick, and they had been unsuspecting of it. Their yells of pain had attracted attention from the camp though, and soon all the tribal members had surrounded her and the limp lifeless bodies. She had tried to explain her side, but no one would believe it, not even father. He told her that she had probably just been looking for a reason to kill. The clan members demanded that she be executed or exiled, and told her father to murder her on the spot. But Maslow could see the pain in her father's eyes as he approached her, pulling out his double-edged dagger from his belt. She winced and closed her eyes waiting for the blow. But instead all she heard was gasps. Her father couldn't do it, he couldn't kill her, and instead had taken his own life.

That was when she had run away, scared of what had happened, and feeling responsible, she had gone on the run. It was soon after that, that she ran into some of the evil spirit followers, who believed her story and told her that she was right that Kai had been a trusted member of their side. That was when she joined them, to get justice on the people who she believed had probably all known about Kai, and we just putting on a show to keep father from knowledge.

Now some years later, she remained seventeen, a ghost trapped in time. She always did what was asked of her, and when she was given the mission to kill the the elder god she took it with interest.

What she didn't know that was in the end she would be tied to a tree in the very spot she had seen her father so many years ago commit suicide.

[Airmid]

Everything was peaceful. Blackness clouded his vision like a comfort blanket slowly making space for dreams; where one could easily become an airline pilot. Then suddenly, you were transported into space and gaze upon the spell-binding galexy's that made up the known universe. There-! A comet whizzed past his face a break-neck speed, and ice trail littering the sky, creating a ghostly presence to this place. In the blink of an eye, the captivating beauty of space was replaced with the endless planes of the Serengeti. Fantastical mountains guarded this place; unwavering, careful and watchful. A million different sounds penetrated his subconsciousness. What was that? Countless birds called to oneanother in the sky, singing indescribably melodies to oneanother. Backing them up, were the deep bass noted of the land-dwelling creatures. In particular, one could hear the distinct roar nearby. Followed by a grunt. Followed by another half-hearted roar. Suddenly the only thing in his vision were the sources of the noises. Cats. Big, big cats. About Twenty of them surrounded him, each respectfully keeping their distance. Finally one stepped forwards. An old male; muzzle and pelt beginning to grey with age, however his eyes still sparkled with youth, yet they held the wisdom of a Thousand lifetimes. The large male, took in a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak...

"Good morning all you K.I.S.S fm radio fans, we've got a great line-up this morning for you all"

Wait- What?! Suddenly music started to play in the back round of his dream.

"Can't stop, addicted to the shin dig..."

As if he were being sucked through a vacuum, Flint Sykes' eyes shot open in surprise, before locking on the bumpy ceiling situated above him. On his left, Flint could hear repeated banging followed by the high-pitched shrieks of his mother telling him to 'Get his lazy butt up, before she got the spatula' Spatula?! Groaning, the teenager gathered momentum before swinging himself into a sluggish sitting position. Bringing a hand up to his eye, Flint massaged the organ a few times, allowing him to shut his eye for a moment. Just a few more minuted of sleep... His little nap was cut short by his mother announcing that she'd left to go get her weapon. Gulping, Flint shout out of bed to go look for his school things. Groggily, he crossed his messy room to go and haul open his closet to look for the wretched items. He might as well have been donning a shovel and a pickaxe, considering how messy the thing was. Grabbing a white button-up shirt, and black skinny jeans, Flint walked back to the centre of his room. For a moment, the teenager eyed his bare chest critically. On his left peck, he'd had tattoo'd a lion in a tribal style. Flint didn't know where he'd gotten the idea from, all he knew was; it felt right to have good 'ol Simba with him. That had not been a fun day. Contrary to popular belief tattoo's hurt...especially if it was your first one. Shuddering at the memory, Flint pulled his white shirt over his body but frowned. It was a little- small. Had his dozy mother really managed to shrink it?! Sighing, Flint shook his head fondly before working to get the jeans on. Of course, like most guys his age; he couldn't help but low-ride. It was comfortable, and if you wore the right boxers, the ladies loved it. Happily, Flint was sporting his favourite Superman boxers.

Flint was running late. He knew he shouldn't have had those extra Ten minutes in bed! Now his teachers were going to kill him! Quickly, he ran a hand through his hair, to try and tidy it up even a little. Success! He looked half-way decent. Giving his clock one powerful punch, the radio finally shut up, right in the middle of a good song too! It doesn't to well to dwell, Flint; the teenager thought hurriedly, before grabbing his phone and keys from the bed-side table. Being used as a door weight was his school bad, complete with iPad for school use, to which Flint scooped up gracefully before bolting out the door. On the way out through the kitchen, he managed to snag a piece of toast, which he shoved in his mouth before practically flying out the door.

Good thing the school was situated opposite his house.

Casually, he strutted over the road sending winning smiles to everyone. Yeah- he was popular, but not in the same way the lads on the football team were popular. Instead, people like him for...him. Walking in with the wave of late-comers, Flint ambled, hands-in-pockets, down the hall to his locker. Locker 195 to be exact. It had been his since his first year attending this school, and he'd grown quite fond of it. Swinging, his bag to the side, Flint shook out his iPad along with a couple of text books needed for the rest of the lessons, before stuffing his partially filled bag into his locker. Satisfied that everything was in order, the brunette made his way over to Math. His first, and worst subject. Plus, Miss Sharp seriously hated his guts. He had no idea why though?! Said teacher, gave him a nasty look just as he arrived, which happened to be just a few seconds before the bell sounded.

"A few more seconds Mr Sykes and you would be in detention right now"

She sneered in that squeaky tone of hers. Flint resisted the urge to snort, instead rolling his eyes when the woman wasn't looking. With a huff, he practically fell into his seat before unlocking the iPad to take down whatever it was he was supposed to take down. Almost immediately, his brain decided that this would be the perfect time to get some sleep! Flint's eyes soon became hot, too hot, meaning he really needed to sleep. Silently, he yawed before resting his head in one hand to have a little nap.

...There were the lions again. Surrounding him. Suffocating him. Another male stepped forwards, significantly younger than the first one.

"Mr Sykes! Detention! Now!"

The sudden high-pitched voice of Ms Sharp brought Flint back down to Earth with a bang, causing him to jump slightly. Looking around in bewilderment, Flint narrowed his eyes in confusion as the other students snickered under their breath.

"But Miss I-"

He was cut-off. Cut-off in a spectacular way. The whiteboard pen the elderly woman had been using, and which up until now had been safe in her hand, was now hurling towards him at top speed. Before the teenager had a second to think, it had hit him right on the temple causing him to take in a sharp intake of breath and hold his throbbing skull.

"Detention after-school-!" She cackled with glee, obviously enjoying his misery. Realising that it probably wasn't wise to say anything more, Flint ducked his head and kept silent. His mum was going to kill him. The rest of the day passed without incident. Flint verbally abused his friends, just as they did to him. He attempted to charm the ladies albeit, he often failed miserably, and spent the rest of the day worrying about how his mother would react to his detention. Probably throttle him. He'd had them before, and it was all Flint could do not to get killed by the woman's wrath. Perhaps he would just not tell her. Probably a good idea...When the time finally came, he shuffled into the room with all the other- Okay there was nobody else. How strange. Angrily, he took his seat near the window so as to gaze out to the place he'd rather be right now, before eyeing the man who made his presence known. Flint had never seen the guy before in his life! He looked like he was a part of one of those tribes that were so special here. Flint didn't really see what was so good about them, but hey...who was he to judge.

[R0be0]

What he would have given to seen life throughout the eyes of the elder god. The wisdom that the god had bestowed upon him was powerful, yes, but yet it troubled him. His responsibly was to keep the tribe on track at all times, and it was his fault if they strayed from the path of righteousness. He was beginning to get old though, and his eyes had seen many moons, too many to remember. His eyes had seen the full life circle, and he had been honored to be blessed with a life of a long life from the elder god himself. Yet he wondered what his purpose was now. His purpose had always been to guide and show everyone the path of happiness, long life, and wisdom. And yet since he had heard something rather interesting.. from the elder god, he wondered if there was more to his life now than just guidance. The elder god had come to him in dream, in the form of a lion, announcing that he would return to help the life of the world be defended against the evil spirit who now ruled. The spirit's name was Shi-Lun, and was an ancient Chinese spirit who had taken the form of a wolf to trick the elder god into death. Shi-Lun was evil, and twisted, and was now the primarily enemy of the tribe. It was said that when the winter lasted long it was because Shi-Lun wanted to make it so that the trees would not grow until late, and live a short life until the next winter. It also was said when droughts or floods happened it was because Shi-Lun used the world as his personal play ground. He was a damned spirit, and was hated on for all the sin and agony in the world.

Shi-Lun would pay.

Bidziil never thought of himself as a wise shaman, but that was for the reason the elder god didn't support self indulgence, and that included being self centered. So he had committed himself to the ways of the elder god, and made it so that he wouldn't think of himself as anything else than a lucky man who was gifted with knowledge that the elder god. Besides his knowledge wasn't of his own making, it was that of which the elder god had decided that he would tell him of. The elder god was the only one that could truly be considered wise, and so Bidziil would never consider himself wiser than anyone else on the planet.

The night before last he had another strange dream calling though, something told him that it was important for him to go to a high school, located in a town near the tribe's territory. Interesting.. Was it the elder god's calling? Of course it was, it had to be. He would do anything if it wasn't for the willing of the elder god. So he would go to this said location and see what it was there that he needed to do. Maybe it was something very important, maybe it wasn't. But who was he to question the will of the elder god? He would know for himself, and he would regret his lacking in faith in his god's choice to send him there.

As he made his way into school, the timing felt perfect, it was about five minutes before the school would end. He began to walk around for the five minutes, and than felt a rush as storms of kids exited their classrooms as the final bell struck. He closed his eyes in silent prayer. Oh elder god, what is it of your doing that I am here? Why do I stand in the halls of the un believers, people who do not know of your power and wisdom? What is it you wish of me? Suddenly he felt a pull. Eyes opening he began to walk to a door, which he opened to reveal a classroom, it was empty all besides one student. He smiled, this boy must be what the elder god wanted to show him. But why.

"Hello there, youngster." He spoke as he noticed the boy seemed to notice him but not really give him much thought. "I would ask of what business brings you to this classroom. But it would appear I myself am a lone wolf in this place." He knew that he would have to formally introduce himself, and than he would find out what it was that the elder god wanted him to do with this boy. It was obviously something, and Bidziil felt a strong pull towards the boy. The elder god wanted something to do with him, and of course who was he to defy the elder god's wishes.

"I am Bidziil." He spoke with his calm and serene voice. "Shaman and priest to the northern tribe. I assume you know of our presence." Most of the people around here did, and he knew that it was rare to find someone that didn't know about the tribe. "I am here on the wishes of someone much greater than I. He has led me here, and to you. The elder god, and creator of nature is all powerful, and his wishes are done without complaint." He explained, wondering if the boy was even listening or not. "But they are done because his will is stronger than our own. Do you know of the elder god boy?" He asked.

He wondered if this boy knew of the elder god, and of his works. Probably not, people seemed to have forgotten about the elder god, and of Shi-Lun. Maybe it was for the better that they didn't know of the evil that was taking over, and consuming the earth. But still, if this boy was wanted by the elder god for some reason, he would have to know about the elder god and Shi-Lun. Bidziil eye's narrowed slightly as he waited for the boy's answer. He took a seat in the chair that was behind a desk at the front of the classroom. It was comfy, and nothing like the sitting arrangements that were made at the tribal area. He had grown up living in the woods, and so he knew not of life's comforts. Not that he wanted to know though. He enjoyed not getting engulfed into the life's merciless traps, and he knew that it was best to stay at the bare bones of everything.

[Airmid]

Flint's eyes widened briefly, as he drank in the sight of the man before him. Old. Past his prime...Needed some kind of hair-cut too. With a frown, the teenager stood up his jaw ticking ever-so-slightly as he regarded the ma cautiously. This guys was most defiantly not a teacher. He seemed much too- care free. Breezy. Cracking his knuckles nervously, Flint eyed the old man and in an instant, he was on one side of the room tugging at the small cord that was attached to the mini blind that covered up the small window on the door. After a couple of tugs, the blind fell down, concealing the two from the ever watching eyes of both students and teachers. Again, he walked to the nearest table and dragged a chair over to the door. Grunting slightly at the force, he pushed the chair tightly up against the door so as to stop curious students from wandering in. After a few tugs on the door to see if it moved at all, Flint was satisfied with his make-shift lock.

Now they were alone.

Exhaling deeply, Flint slowly turned back around to face the elderly man with narrowed onyx eyes. "Shaman...?" He muttered in surprise and light amusement at what the codger was yapping on about. But- Flint was a polite boy and decided to wait until this man was finished before speaking. He nodded at the correct times, making the occasional grunt of confirmation in the back of his throat, but otherwise stayed quiet. Elder God...? What was this crazy man talking about. Yes, he'd heard of the Elder god, who hadn't?! Those tribesmen always wanted the kids to know about their traditions and whatnot.

The God, who had been best friends with a wolf spirit, both bounded to each other by well- nobody really knew what. Friendship? Loyalty? Maybe some other entity that would not yield. They ruled over spirits and whatever in peace, a peace that could not be rivalled. Until one day...all that changed. You see- It turns out, that wolf spirit from before was actually evil, and betrayed the trust of his 'friend' by attempting to kill him. The reason? The power to reign supreme. So this spirit, attempted a murder. But, you can't kill a god. Fleeing from their world, this spirit took refuge in the mortal realm, where it's power was unrivalled, meaning it could easily take over the ruling tribes. In the beginning, the tribes lived in terror, of this black creature that only brought eternal night. However since then- well... us human's are adaptable. Easily, we're able to become used to any climate. Soon enough, they resident humans forgot about the threat of this spirit, and became used to eternal darkness. It's rather sad if you think about it.

"H-how can you do this to me?" The once loud and commanding tone of the Elder god boomed out. Now he seemed old, tired and distressed and he practically choked out those words to the figure infront of him. Said figure, didn't seem affected whatsoever by the beings statement. Instead he just crouched down to his level so as to get even further into the mans face. "Because I could..." he hissed out through his teeth, having to try really hard not to burst into fits of manic and hysterical laughter. "I...I thought we were friends, you and I" The elderly god nearly cried out. That statement. That statement caused the manic canine to finally break his walls and burst into giggles. The elderly god could only stare in confusion, before that confusioni morphed into fear, until that fear morphed into rage. The wolf spirit seemed to sense this and whipped his head to glare at his 'friend'. "Feeling angry little boy?!" he chuckled, before clamping is powerful jaws down on the old mans arm. Of course there was no bloody, he was a god after all...but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. A lot. An agonised scream filled the silence as god-like bones snapped under the intense pressure. The pain even caused him to pass out. The spirit just snorted and looked down at the pathetic lump of matter passed out on the floor.

"Tch...ridiculous" Those were the last documented words of that wolf spirit before he fled to the human realm. Even he knew that this 'God' had friends. Powerful friends. Friends that could capture him and lock him away forever. It was time to leave now...

But Flint rarely thought about it, so it didn't matter to him.

Sighing, he turned his attention to..Bidziil? Weird name. Crossing his arms, the teenager tapped his foot gently on the ground. "Look old man.." He began sounding a little harsher than intended. Flint stopped himself, before taking a few more deep breaths "I think you've got the wrong guy" He continued in a softer tone. "Yes- I know of this Elder God, but I don't believe in that sort of stuff, that's your religion, not mine" He finished slightly sheepishly. Flint really didn't want to hurt this man's feelings, but if that's what it took, then he'd have to. Sighing once more, he took a few steps forwards and rested a gentle hand on the man's bony shoulder "Sorry buddy, I'm not the guys you're looking for"

Instead of waiting for a response, Flint strode over to the window and wrenched it open. It was one of those slidey ones, meaning it was just big enough for him to fit through. Giving the elderly man a little wave, Flint let himself out the window. Thankfully it was on the ground floor.

No broken bones yay-!

However, he did land a little rougher than he had expected. Grunting at the landing, Flint brushed himself off, before glancing behind him to look at the gentleman in the classroom. His Elder God would help him right ? Right. Shaking his auburn locks to himself, Flint began to slowly trudge his way back home. Mum was going to kill him, when she found out he'd not only received a detention, and that he'd had a conversation with a complete stranger. He was going to die...

[R0be0]

Bidziil narrowed his eyes slightly, as he watched the boy jump out of the window. Bidziil himself didn't move, he was now lost in a train of thoughts. What did the Elder god want him to do? This was clearly just another one of the teenagers in this area, who know as they did of the tribal culture, were ignorant in the eyes of it. Nevertheless he knew that the Elder god put challenges and tasks in his life and so he would learn the lesson on his own. Because lessons were best learned when you learned them on your own. Nevertheless Bidziil paused, wondering if he should go after the boy, it was clear that the Elder god did not wish for him to just speak with this boy for a couple of seconds, and than let them part. No, he could tell that there was something.. different about this boy, and he would find out what it was.

Bidziil walked over to the window where the boy had jumped out, he watched as he supposed the boy was going home. What for? He had sensed tension within the boy, and he figured that perhaps he had been caught in trouble. That was what happened with these people, yes? When someone would do something wrong, they would spend more time in the place of learning. To him that seemed a good idea. A fool would need to learn more, and better to do so in the place of learning. Their school. He figured now that this boy probably didn't want his family to know of his delayed absence, and so that was why he was probably making the journey home. But whatever the cause, it was disrespectful to leave the elder, and shaman of the tribe unless dismissed. This boy had shown a little outstanding qualities, and whatever the elder god wanted to be done with the boy was unknown to Bidziil. The boy did carry something that no human he had ever met held before...

.. The chance to shape shift.

This puzzled Bidziil, and slightly put him on edge. There was more to this boy than met the eye, and he was going to find out what it was now. He had to, it was no longer just the elder god's wishes, but his own curiosity. He was deeply curious to see why this boy put out the power that he did. Mere mortals could not, and if this boy was something.. more than normal, than he would have to make sure that the power unlocked his full potential, and learned of the great gift in which the elder god had bestowed upon him.

Making sure that the window was open, Bidziil took a step towards it, and during that step, his body transformed, no longer a old man, but a light colored bald eagle. He flapped his wings as he took off into the air above, the wind was cool, and felt good on his long outstretched wings. As he looked down, he saw the boy, and made sure to land a few feet behind him, as soon as his talons hit the ground though, he was back into the form of a human. And standing still looked at the boy with some confusion in his face.

"Didn't your betters tell you that it is rude to leave the presence of an elder without their understanding and permission?"

That was all he said, as he stood still, unmoving. He didn't need to move, if the boy refused to ex knowledge his presence, than he could always peck his eyes out as a bald eagle. No, he wouldn't do that, though it would be interesting to see the boy's reaction if there was a large bird of prey flying straight towards him. That was of course, unless the boy already knew of shape shifting. Though Bidziil doubted that highly. The boy seemed naive in the art of the tribal magic. That would mean that he wouldn't have known anyways. But the magic within the boy was still clearly there, and now Bidziil knew that he was with the right person that the elder god wanted him to meet. This boy had something, or was someone that the elder god required Bidziil to find out. Maybe the elder god had just given magic to this mortal, and was now expecting Bidziil to help the boy unlock it. No, the elder god doesn't hand out magic to just any mortal. There must have been something about this boy that caught his attention. Something that must have made him give him magic. One of the most powerful - yet deadly gifts in the world.

He thought for a moment what could have made the elder god chose this boy. He processed nothing that Bidziil could see that could help the tribe in any way. That to his thinking - was the only reason that the elder god would give magic to a mortal. Was this boy a mortal? Yes. Yes he was. Or at least he should have been, as Bidziil closed his eyes for a brief second he could see the boy's family line. Nothing to odd, and everything, or well everyone was mortal. Clearly this boy was to the elder god's liking. Either that or this boy had a part to play in the defeating Shi-Lun. Bidziil hoped for the latter, it was always good to find those who, the elder god had chosen to help fight off the demon wolf spirit. But a mortal had not been given magic for some time. The elder god had even spoke of it, while it was in time before the ages, while he was with Shi-Lun. "No mortal shall be given any outstanding ability to the match of those who pray under me." This boy clearly did not believe in the elder god, and so there was no way that he would have ever prayed to him. Unless...

No, that was insane thinking, this boy, couldn't be, it wasn't possible. There was no way this boy could be the elder god himself... Right?

[Airmid]

Valgrid was not happy. He was so not happy. Well, if he was honest, he never was particularly happy, but right now was an exception. How dare she?! How dare she steal his chance?! That damn human girl was stealing his chance to gain the favour of the wolf spirit. It should've been him. He was a general after all! A terrible, successful general in this realm and all the others. He would not stand for it. Letting out a savage roar, he hurled his body towards a poor unsuspecting victim to instantly smash his skull against the nearest wall. Said soul would just return to the almost 'Starting area' where all the souls who died returned. The bloody, headless body slumped to the ground into a disgusting mess, splattering blood across Valgrid's armour in a satisfactory way. Satisfactory yes. But not satisfactory enough. Swiftly, he whirled around to head towards the place where that girl would surely be situated. Vengeance in his eyes, the creature pushed and shoved anything out of his way, unfortunate enough to incur his wrath.

A toothy grin spread across his maw when he caught sight of Tonna, a lizard-thing, but also a fellow general beating up one of her subordinates. "Tonna!" Valgrid barked roughly, beckoning her towards him with an armour plated finger. Said lizard, glared at him for a moment, before kicking the gasping creature to the floor and strutting over to him. "What is it you want, Valgrid" She hissed at him, forked tongue flicking to taste the air as she gauged the level of testosterone coming from the large cat-man. There was a lot. Meaning he was mad. Meaning she had to watch her mouth a little. Valgrid bristled at her tone, but resisted to urge to pound her face in...they really didn't need to start a scuffle with two powerful generals right now. "Where is that human filth, that stole my mission to kill the human...?" He growled dangerously, hand hovering precariously over a long-sword strapped to his thigh. Tonna gulped slightly, and flinched away from the threat of a sword through the face. "She's over by the Lord's chambers" She hissed carefully, slitted eyes swirling in their sockets to look at her loyal army for support. Each of them were tensed just in case Valgrid lost his temper and struck out at their master. He didn't. Instead, just searched her face for any signs of lying before taking off into a light trot towards the Lord's palace. The great spirit favoured him above the generals, so Valgrid had been confident that he would be assigned this job. But he gave it to her.

With his heavy claws clattering against the ground therefore announcing his arrival, Valgrid punched one of the door guards in the face, showing he was in no mood for formalities before charging straight into the manor. The whole building was like one giant corridor, with gargantuan rooms branching off it like alveoli in lungs. Lips quivering in anger, Valgrid immediately spotted her. Standing outside the largest door at the end of the corridor. He would kill her. The the great spirit would know she was not worthy of this mission. The general let out a strangled hiss mixed in with an enraged roar as his eyes zero'd in on this girl.

Wait- Perhaps he could be sneaky.

In a flash, he was over to where she was, plastering a sickly sweet smile on his usually frowning features. "Why hello there girly" He managed to choke out, hands behind his back, holding his trust long-sword ready to slice her open. What he needed was information from this pathetic excuse for an immortal. If she gave him the details on this mission, he'd do it before her and then receive all the credit. "I heard you got that big job from boss-man" He continued casually, jerking a clawed thumb to the mammoth door behind her that housed the great spirit. Just the thought of her gaining all the glory from killing this mortal made him even more angry than he'd previously been. Ridiculous... She was not worthy of the Great spirits passion. She was worthy of his might clawed foot buried deep into her skull. And Valgrid was only happy to oblige.


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Mum was going to kill him...How many times had he thought that now? About five- yeah five. Flint ground his teeth together in frustration as he tried to think of all the possible ways he could get out of this potential disaster. He could see his house, just over the road that housed his mother. A mother that was going to kill him. That was six now. Nervously, Flint ran a hand through his scruffy hair to try and ease his frustration and began to walk a little quicker. Perhaps if he got home and snuck in, she wouldn't notice him. Perhaps...

His quick pace abruptly came to a stop when he felt something. A change... A change in the air. For a moment the air felt slightly muggy, almost humid...but not. How strange! As quickly as it had arrived, the feeling went, and Flint was left feeling strange. The poor teenager wasn't able to dwell on that feeling for along, because the sudden whoosh of air caused his eyes to widen in alarm. Flint whipped around to face whatever it was in shock and fear. It couldn't be possible, could it?! It was- It was that man! How had he arrived so quickly?! Flint was sure a few seconds ago, he'd been locked inside that classroom. How had he managed to escape?!

Flint's knees gave way for a few embarrassing seconds causing the teenager to fall to his butt in surprise. For a second, he just looked at the elderly man in shock, fingers shaking in alarm. Breathing deeply, Flint took the time to get his breath back, before swallowing thickly. With a great effort, he managed to rise to his feet and regard the man warily. "H-How did you do that..?" He stuttered out, eyes wide in fear, although the question was barely above a whisper. The old man probably didn't hear him. For a moment or two, Flint could only stare dumbly, ears blanking out the first half of what the man said before his mind caught up with the last part of his sentence. But that wasn't what caused Flint to take a step back in alarm. His tone was condescending and wise, sending a chill up the young man's spine. There was something about the way the man spoke to him that demanded his respect, and Flint almost apologised for leaving him, before realising that he didn't need to. Standing a little straighter, Flint continued to eye him warily.

"W-What do you want from me...?" He whispered in fear. That was the only thing Flint could think right now. There was obviously something about him that this man wanted, which scared him. Flint was just a normal guy. He didn't have anything to do with the tribes. Heck- He'd never even spoken to a tribe member until now. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Flint could feel something. A little connection. His animal instincts were telling him that this man was a friend. But his brain was telling him to keep his distance. Flint tensed his body, muscles coiled and ready to run at the drop of a pin from this guy. Although.... if he was able to move as quickly as it seemed, Flint didn't have a chance in the world to out run him. For a moment, his eyes flashed like a cat's in the night. The back of his eyes reflecting an invisible light, turning them into little green and blue suns. However that quickly changed back into his usual black orbs before too many people noticed it. Flint himself didn't notice the change, it was so quick.

((Meh- Short Flint post is short x3))

[R0be0]

Maslow was more than thrilled that she had found enough favor in the great spirit's eyes, to allow her to be able to go on this mission. She wasn't going to fail him, she was going to make sure of it. He could have chosen anyone else in the ranks to go on his mission, and she had been the one that he had picked. Of course she knew that this meant that some of the others would be holding some resentment against her, but in all fairness she could completely understand why. She wasn't high in ranks, and even though she had proved her loyalty a million times over she hadn't been promoted to anything other than a sergeant. It was pathetic to her, though she knew that they were effy on her because she was a human, and someone that had originally come from the tribe. That pissed her off a bit. Didn't they know that she would give anything to rip apart the people that had caused her father to kill himself? But she thought of this mission much more highly than anything else. If she completed this mission than it might give her enough respect to get promoted to something a bit more within her liking. A general would be nice, she would be able to have a lot more respect and she would get her own little platoon. She knew how highly the great spirit thought of this mission, and how much he would detest her, if she failed. In fact she'd be lucky if she lived if she failed. This was one of the biggest tasks she'd ever seen the great spirit give.

She would slaughter the mortal.

As she began to make her way to the entrance of the palace, when she saw Valgrid. Oh great, he must have heard that I had been given the mission over himself. She knew that Valgrid wasn't someone to be messed with, but than again neither was she. Get her angry enough, and you would have all hell on your hands. He was a general though, and so she had to show him some respect. She hated that, why did she need to show that pighead anything but the bottom of her foot? He was short tempered, and easily angered like her, and so it was easy to tell that both of them together was not something that you wanted to stick around to see the end of. Just because he had known the great spirit longer than her, he thought that he deserved oh so much more than her. The stupid fool, she deserved so much more than she was given credit for. Now she would prove it, and she would make sure to rub it into Valgrid's face. Along with most of the other generals, they hadn't been chosen for this task, she had, and she would make sure she did it so flawlessly that the spirit no longer thought of them as generals but more or less just some scum. She would become the best in the game, and she would treat them like rats. Dirty rats that were covered in disease and filth.

She listened to what Valgrid said with little interest, and when he finally finished she rolled her eyes. "What do you want Valgrid?" She growled, her eyes darkened with hate for the beastly general. "Are you upset that the spirit thinks so little of you that he chose me, an ex-member of the tribe to kill the mortal over you? Poor little beastie, maybe you should go cry about it, and then tell someone who cares." She knew of Valgrid' tricks, and she also knew not to turn her back on him when he was angry. She had no doubt in her mind that if she turned on him than he would kill her right here and now, with that large sword of his. "Oh and might I remind you that if you try anything you aren't the one with giant fangs and claws." She threatened, her form was a giant black tiger, and so he could attack easily and kill simply if she wanted or needed to. Quite frankly she might have tried to kill the bulky general before, had she not known that it would be displeasing in the eyes of the great spirit. Even though he enjoyed killing, she doubted that he would like her to kill one of his most trusted generals.

She leaned back on one of the supporting pillars that kept the palace up [in a sense.] She seemed to be relaxed and had a smug look on her face, making sure to make it very obvious that she was enjoying rubbing this into Valgrid's face. "Let's face it, you've lost your edge. All your good for is slaughtering people who don't have a chance, and if this mortal is as important as the spirit says than you wouldn't have much of a chance against him, huh? No, the most you'd do would be maybe kill one of his pathetic mortal friends. Oh how sad it would be for you." She chuckled. "Actually I would very much like to see the look on the lord's face if you brought back the head of one lowly mortal instead of the target. It'd be your head that would be next." There was a dominant grin on her face that made her seem like she was as twisted at the Joker from Batman.

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It took a lot from Bidziil to keep the old man from laughing at the boy. He seemed so surprised from the sudden appearance. It was amusing to see him act in such a way. It assured him that this boy didn't know anything about magic, because if he had, than he would have known that it would have brought the elderly man this close to him, and out of the locked room in this little of a time. But he wasn't surprised, he didn't expect the youngster to know anything that had to do with magic. He had been raised in a mortal situation and so it was most likely that no one in his family probably believed in magic or thought all that highly of it at all. He was attempted to tell the boy that it was the magic that the great spirit have given him that made him be able to get out and come to the boy so quickly. Though he knew that it would probably too blunt, and he didn't want to scare the boy more than he was obviously already.

"It is not what I want from you boy," he spoke in his calm and relaxed tone. As if he was trying to calm down the boy by using his own calm tone. "It is what the elder god wishes from you. He has instructed me that you have something to do with his master plan of stopping the evil spirit - Shi-Lun." He figured that the boy would not believe what he was saying, and would probably toss it away like it was unimportant information. "You have been given with the gift, I can sense it within you. It gives you the burning power that very few have. I myself have the power that you hold within your soul, and your mind." He looked at the boy, and seemed to study him, his eyes looking right through the boy's soul. [Or so seeming like it.] "Can't you feel it? The urging energy that pounds underneath your flesh, and runs through your blood?" He asked, though it wasn't so much of a question than more of a statement. "It is the power of the gift, the gift of the elder god himself. It is bestowed to only a rare few, and hardly ever a mortal. I have yet to see a mortal that believed not in the elder god be given such a skill that I can sense radiating from you. It is quite confusing and yet breathtaking at the same time. Like watching a phoenix burn into the ashes, only to rise moments later in the form of it's previous state."

He wondered what the boy was thinking, and how he was taking all of this in. He doubted that the boy would believe any of this, and so he thought of something, almost like a last resort, however it might be best to show this boy the power that he could process if he opened his mind to the idea. Taking a deep breath, the shaman looked at the boy. "The reason that you didn't expect me to follow you is in two reasons, one: your ignorance is strong boy. And you have to many thoughts that exclude thinking better of your elders. The second and most important reason was that, how can a man past his time get out of a locked room, correct?" He didn't wait for the answer. "The answer is held within your own heart and mind. I have the same power that you do. Maybe in a different way, though all in all the same thing. We are one in the same, you are like us. The tribe, believe what you wish, and feel what you might towards us. But in truth you are like brethren to us." His voice didn't change level and it was still at the same flat level that it had always been at. It was calm and soothing though, as he figured that the boy was probably beginning to get quite stressed with this. Stress was not the answer, unless you wish to seek out failure. Or that's what he always said.

When he saw the boy's eyes chance he instantly grunted with surprise. It was strange.. They had changed into the eyes of some kind of cat. A lion! The form that the elder god had taken form of within my dream! What are trying to tell me? His mind was beginning to race now, which was odd, considering that usually the shaman's mind was kept calm and peaceful but for some reason or another it was going out of control, as many thoughts seemed to intrude and make their presence known within his mind. He gulped a bit, though silently, so the boy would not be able to hear it. This was beginning to both puzzle him and scare him at the same time. This was clearly something that the elder god had thought out. If he had taken the form of the lion within the dream, and this boy's animal was clearly a lion... He is the reincarnation of the elder god himself!

His heart was pounding, and it was lucky that the old man didn't fall down and have a heart attack on the very spot. This boy, as ignorant, and seemingly un tolerable as most mortals, was the elder god! This was something that was always told would happen, and there had been many years of passing, waiting for the elder god to come down into the heart and mind of someone, and now here he was, the elder god in all his glory, as some kind of teenage boy. Bidziil didn't really know how to react, should he show respect? Of course he would, but that would probably confuse the boy even more so. It was clear the boy didn't know any of this, and the elder god had probably done this with a purpose, the boy wasn't supposed to know. Like most mortals it would probably make him feel egoistical, and would probably cause him to lose sight on what was good. Because elder god or not, this boy was still quite frankly - your average teenager. He didn't know any of this, and so telling him would probably boast his self esteem to the point in which he might end up doing something stupid, and maybe falling into a trap that might even cost him his own life.

And if that happened, it would be the start of the apocalypse..

[Airmid]

He couldn't believe it. He could NOT believe it. Looking down his mangled and scarred maw, Valgrid could see the smug look on her face. Hell- He could even feel it radiating from her, like heat almost. It was infuriating to feel. How dare she?! She thought she was better than him! How laughable. But also atrocious to think about. At her question, his opal eyes narrowed and he bent down to her level so as to enter her personal space. "I was you, to go back inside" He started, speaking in a light patronising voice as if he were speaking to a particularly thick child "And go tell, boss man the I am having the mission" He finally growled out, his breath smelling foul from many an enemy carcass he'd happily chewed on in the past. The was not something most generals did...But hey-! Look at him. In a past-life he'd probably been all manor of meat-eating creatures. When his soul had been recruited be the Great spirit, he'd collected all of his forms together ad turned him into....this. Valgrid was famous amongst the troops for his carcass eating skills. It was particularly satisfying for the evil general to crush the bones of a previous enemy between his powerful jaws.

Testosterone and anger coursing through his veins, it was all Valgrid could do not to crush the smaller girls head in his claws. Or at least..attempt to. The creature was acutely aware of Maslow's fabled 'Skill' as a fighter. True she was powerful, but Valgrid was sure that in hand to hand combat, he'd be able to win. But- then there was the problem of her weird ability. She could...turn into a monstrous black tiger. To this day, Valgrid hadn't come across any competitor that hadn't been overcome by the power that came in that form of her. Even Valgrid himself had to admit that she'd be able to kill him in that form. But he'd never admit that out-loud. Growling in the back of his throat, Valgrid straightened his back to cross his arms and glare down at her.

The beastly general could see that this girl, like him, was holding back the urge to strike him. Both of them were thought of very highly in the Spirit's eyes. Valgrid, slowly released his grip on the long-sword by his side in disappointment. He couldn't kill her. Not unless he wanted to be downgraded to poop-scooper for the Hell Beasts. How un-fitting for a general of his calibre. That would ruin his reputation forever...all because of this girl. The anger in his chest began to increase at the thought. He'd become a poop-scooper because of her. Well, she hadn't done anything yet, but that didn't matter to him. Snarling under his breath in anger, Valgrid reached out and punched the nearest wall aggressively. This girl...This horrible, horrible girl was ruining his chance of becoming great. He was an opportunist. That's how he got to be in his position now. Taking risks and forcing his superiors to acknowledge him. Mainly Boss-Spirit, but that was beside the point.

Snarling once more, Valgrid balled both his fists, tail lashing dangerously behind him. He was going to kill her anyway. Gain the favour of the big spirit and become his second in command. Just as the creature was about to initiate the first blow. He felt it. A sudden pressure against his skull, causing the animal to clutch his skull in agony. What was this?! He felt like thousands upon thousands of tonnes were forcing themselves on him, causing him to drop to one knee and aiming to implode his body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear the faint whispering of another being. What was it?! Who was it?! Then he realised. Boss spirit. Eyes rolling in their sockets, he pin-pointed the source of the power destroying his body. "Okay, okay, okay, I get it!" He rasped out to, what seemed like, and inanimate door. The pressure continued for a few more agonising seconds before petering out.

Panting heavily, Valgrid couldn't seem to stand from his kneeling position in front of the girl. A few minutes passed of heavy breathing, and the general did finally manage to get his breath back; however his legs felt like jelly. He couldn't move out of his position for fear of falling over. To any outsider, it looked as if he were bowing to her. Valgrid was aware of this and ground his teeth together in frustration. But- He didn't seem to have the strength to change position right now.

She's probably loving this...

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Flint's mind was racing. What was this man talking about?! Swallowing thickly, he could feel his fingers slip against his sweaty palms as he clenched his fists together. Flint looked; completely and absolutely astonished as the old man's eyes sparkled with amusement at the teenagers distress. But, Flint didn't have the time of energy to feel offended right now. There were too many other things he needed to worry about. Like; What the Hell was he talking about?! ...Gift?!

Flint's inky pupils dilated as the man's words processed in his mind. This was so much to take in right now. Cracking his knuckls nervously, Flint cast his eyes downward to stare at his now shaking palms. This wasn't right. He felt like he wasn't in his body anymore, like he was floating above the scene and watching this while thing play out. Light-headed and queasy, the man's words echoed in his head. The more he thought about it, the more his words made sense. Over the years there had been..times. Times when something happened that wasn't normal for a boy his age. Like once; a while back, he'd been hitting on a girl, when another cocky guy had come in and subsequently punched Flint in the face. Resulting in a broken nose. Flint had genuinely growled...like some kind of monster! It wasn't human whatsoever, but the others watching the scene had passed it off as him trying and failing to cough or some other rubbish like that. His mother used to tell him; that when he was a baby he'd purr. Babies didn't purr! Flint had just assumed the woman was being overly dramatic and shrugged it off...but maybe.

It all made sense now! Those and a few other unexplained incidents had always caused him to question himself. Did all the other teenagers his age do that?! Apparently not...unless they were gifted like him. What did that even mean?! Flint didn't know. But he didn't know that his life was going to change forever. Hopefully in a good way that is.

Flint was freaked. Really freaked. He'd always been terrified by the unknown. Everyone was terrified by the unknown, but nobody more so than Flint. He wanted to go home. To do his homework. To have dinner with his parents...To sleep in his bed. Not whatever was about to happen to him. It was scary. But then again scary didn't always mean bad. There was something about the way the elderly gentleman spoke that stirred something inside of him. When he spoke about the energy under his skin, Flint practically jumped out of his skin. He could feel it. The teenager lifted his hands to stare at them in horror, as they seemed to pulse with energy in front of him. Was it his imagination? Could this man see it too?! Eyes watering with the intensity of the situation, Flint looked up at the wise old man for help. His vision was blurred from potential tears, meaning it took him a while to see the man's expression.

That never happened.

Black spots appeared in his vision and before Flint could do anything his head was all fuzzy and he was on the floor. Well- he didn't really know that he had fainted in front of this guy, all he knew was the feeling of stress before it was elevated from his mind in an instant. White flashes appeared in his mind, causing the teenager to thrash unconsciously. What was it?! Where was it?! What did it want?! In one second, it was on the left, then in another it was on the right. Flint could feel a benevolent presence around him. Watching him. For a moment, he dared his imagination to take hold and the presence soon took form. It was a lion again. But this one was different to the others he'd been dreaming of. It was maybe two or three times their size and a snowy white. Weren't white lions nearly extinct? And what kind of creature grew to that size anyway. It didn't say anything, only staring at him with young and powerful eyes, before gently moving closer. Now Flint was sitting on the floor. When did this happen? Or was the animal so large that he seemed to be on the floor. Whatever the circumstances were; it had to bend down quite far to do what it wanted to do. Very gently, it nosed the dark tattoo decorating his left peck, causing Flint to tense and cry out in pain as a white hot heat spread through him. Unperturbed by the teenagers obvious distress, the feline continued until Flint felt a break in the intense pain. All of a sudden, the tattoo glowed brightly, along with the cat. Said lion soon changed state from solid to well...it just looked like light. The lion-shaped light soon lost it's shape and entered Flint's body. Through his glowing tattoo...That felt weird. Although it didn't hurt like he expected it too. Once the strange fusion of bodies finished, Flint was plunged into darkness once more.

[R0be0]

Maslow laughed at his petty rage, it was funny to see him act in this kind of behavior, when he truth, if he tried anything than she would be able to retaliate with a force that a lot of even immortals couldn't have. She was immortal yes, she had been seventeen for much too long now, and should have died years ago. But the great spirit had granted her with the immortality, that was one of the reasons that she was especially grateful to him. The spirit had done a lot of great things for her, but keeping her young and in her prime was indeed one of the best things that he had ever and could ever do. At the same time, she wondered what it would have been like to be mortal, to grow older, to maybe have a family... Haha! As if! She was a gutless ruthless pig [so to speak,] and so she would have been be dead ten times over before she would have settled down and had a family. It was indeed something that had never sparked interest within her mind, something that she had never been particularly fond of. But what did it even matter? She had everything that she could ever wish for and more. How couldn't her tribe mates realize this when she was still walking among them. Didn't they know the power and glory they got from the great spirit. If the elder god was all powerful, than he should have done something a long time ago, and not just acting now. And with a mortal boy? How hilarious, he would be dead within the second that she would see him. The elder god wouldn't even have a chance to get back at her before she delivered the final and killing blow. She would drag the mangled boy back her, and show the great spirit of her accomplishment. He would praise her, and make everyone that had wronged her, her little slaves. It would be hilarious to watch, and she couldn't wait until that moment. She would succeed and it was the very thought of praise that was going to make her do so.

As Maslow watched Valgrid seeming cry out in pain, she stood the smug look on her face was undying, and in fact it had probably grown since she watched the general go through the pain. She knew that it was the great spirit, he was making himself known to Valgrid, and letting the stupid animal know his place. It was clear now to Maslow that she was really the one that the boss had intended on going on this mission. She wouldn't fail him, she would make sure of that. But for now she was enjoying the fact that someone whom she hated dearly was now in intensive pain on the ground next to her. Pathetic he was, to try and take her glory away from her, she would make sure that he would pay. Not just in the pain that the boss was clearly doing, but by humiliation. When she did the mission and did it correctly, she would make sure that he would know of her success and know of it quite well. She would tell it to him in great detail, and make sure to add in how she flawless defeated the boy, and gained the respect of the spirit's eyes. She would rub it in his nose, that he wasn't given the chance, and so was a failure either way. She would pester him with the reminder that she would be his superior, and that he would have to do everything that she asked of him. He would try to get her, try to attack her, and she would just bat him away with her new found power.

Hearing him yell out for it to stop, she laughed. How silly, this was like watching some kind of little mortal being ripped apart by someone, watching them as they seemed to beg for mercy but never got any. It seemed like he got some though, as the agony seemed to leave his face, with only the skid marks of previous pain, now ebbing away. She was slightly disappointed that it had ended for him, but she knew that this meant that she would get to rub some things into her face before she left. Ah yes, she did have to leave soon, and would have to head off to kill the target. It would be nothing shy of simple, and before she knew it she would be back here, with all the glory and praise she could ask for. Getting Valgrid mad - of course, as it would. It wasn't only him that she detested though, and there were some others that she couldn't wait to show that she was going to be the second in command underneath the great spirit. Because that was what she was going to be, she was going to be the second best for helping get rid of one of the spirit's most hated enemies. He would make sure that she got everything she wanted [as long as it wouldn't surpass him of course,] and she would make sure that she took advantage of this leverage. She would do everything that now she could only dream about, and those things, well.. Those things weren't the best things when it was going to be looking through the eyes of another.

As she looked at him kneeling down, apparently not able to move, she made a tut-tut sound with her tongue. As she bent down and cupped the beast's head evilly in her hands. "You should know that you should get comfortable from where you're at. The boss won't have you trying anything fun on me when I kill the boy. You watch and see, you'll be kneeling down before me, doing my very command, wishing that you had the strength to be able to stand. But no, you shall be knocked back down to the ground. Where you belong like a dirty rat. You will watch and see, watch as I gain favor, and you, nothing but a taste of dirt and dust in your mouth." She tossed his head to the side as she stood up with a cocky smirk. "I will be going now, heading off into the realm of the living. Watch yourself Valgrid, you don't want to get into any more trouble." She laughed as she walked off, a strut in her step, as she headed for the door of the palace and walked out, the smirk on her face seeming to never end.

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Bidziil could see the shock that was burning through the boy, he seemed to be lost with everything that was just said. He didn't really expect it to go any other way though. It would have been very strange had the boy actually wanted to have the gift, and wouldn't have been surprised when he was told that he had a gift that so few people on the earth had. This gift wasn't something that should be taken lightly, and was something that could be considered as something quite... dangerous in the hands of the wrong user. Hopefully this boy had the wisdom of the elder god, and so he wouldn't go and use this power for something dangerous. Bidziil would have to keep a close eye on the boy though, and he would have to make sure that he didn't get captured by anything evil. Shi-Lun would try something, and it would probably be something that wouldn't be good for them if the boy fell for it. Bidziil didn't want there to be a repeat of that past when the elder god was tricked by Shi-Lun. Nine chances out of ten though, he wasn't going to be tricked, he would probably just be tried to be killed. That wouldn't be good, and Bidziil would make sure that he took it within his own usage to make sure that nothing happened to the boy. Almost like some kind of golden jewel that you treasure, and that you don't want anyone else to use in fear that it could be scratched or damaged. This boy now followed the same principal.

What the shaman hadn't been expecting was for the boy to collapse in a faint. Walking over to the boy quickly, and bending down with his slightly aching bones. He felt the boy's head, nothing out of the ordinary, it was clearly just shock that had mad him pass out. Nevertheless Bidziil was going to make sure that the boy got the proper attention. This would be his chance to bring him to the tribe, and for the tribe to realize how special this boy was to them defeating Shi-Lun once and for all. He wouldn't tell them of what he thought though, because he couldn't be sure that this boy was really the elder god reincarnated, what he did know was that this boy needed to be brought to a place where he could learn about the customs and of the magic that he was having within him. He would have to be taught everything, and he would have to learn that he would have to value the power that he had. The elder god would make sure that his reincarnation was watched over, Bidziil knew that. But it would be up to him and the other members of the tribe to hone in on everything that was within him.

Swiftly turning into an eagle he took off into the air, letting out screeches of calling, as he circled around the fainted boy. He would be calling some of the members from the tribe. They would come and they would make sure that the boy was taken back into the camp, and so he could be watched and looked after. It took about seven or eight minutes, but finally two young men, named Kappie and Ryn appeared onto the scene. They were both young, still only about twenty five, and two of the tribal brothers. Kappie turned into a badger, and Ryn turned into a crow. The two men listened to Bidziil attentively as he landed, and turned back into a man. He spoke that this boy had the gift, and that they would need to bring him back to camp, where he could be looked after and questioned about what he knew, and if he could try and release some of his powers. He didn't tell either of the men that he thought this boy could have been the elder god, it would have been too shocking for them as well, and who knows, they might have fainted just like the boy!

Bidziil took off again as an eagle, as the two men began to pick up the boy, and bring them to the camp. It was outside of the town and in the deep dense forest. The trees were thick, and in the distance from the camp you could hear the sounds of a lake and a river. It was a good few miles into the woods, but the sounds of the rushing water could even be heard at the edges of the town. It was a river that most in the tribe learned to fear, since it was said that some children that went down to the river got swept away and weren't seen again. But that was besides the point. The camp was a tidy place. Tent like houses were made it a circle, that surrounded a giant stock of firewood that was in the middle of the camp for the fireplace. Decades ago there had been multiple fires in the cam, but now it had been reduced to one. Bidziil often wondered what life was like what then. He heard stories about the trails that endured, and the previous leaders. He heard one particularly disturbing story about a leader who couldn't kill his own daughter and killed himself instead. How troubling. Bidziil would have hated to see something like that go down.

Going into the camp and turning once more into man, they caught attention from the tribe, as they entered, the boy was clearly getting some eyes, and Bidziil wondered what they might think. He ordered Kappie and Ryn, to put the boy in the shaman's tent, and watched with gratefulness as they took him away. He was turned around though, by a powerful voice.

"Who have you brought to camp Bidziil?"

The shaman had a smile on his face as he met a middle aged looking man, who still looked well in his prime. "Ah Achak." He addressed the man with a bow, "I have located a boy with the gift. The elder god's eye has lead me too him."

The tribal leader nodded, "than we have much to discuss with him. But what as er..-"

"The news struck him quite hard," the shaman laughed. "He'll be fine."

Achak nodded, as he walked over to Bidziil and gripped his shoulder, "very well. I wish to speak with him when he awakes."

Bidziil nodded, "of course." As he turned away from the younger man and walked into his tent to attend to the boy.

[Airmid]

Humiliation... Humiliation was the only feeling coursing through the veins of the general with abandon as he watched the events happening in front of him. She even dared to touch him! Casually supped his face and spoke to him in that condescending and annoying tone of hers. He would not stand for it. But- try as he might, the Great Spirit still didn't seem willing to let him move yet. His body betrayed him, refusing to yield under the shouts of his brain to do something. Perhaps his 'ally' and 'god' was still exuding a little pressure atop his broken body. Slitted eyes followed the young girl, as she began to make her way out of the castle and towards her mission. Valgrid could only let out a half-how half-roar thing as he watched hi only chance of a promotion slip away. He needed to so...Something!

With a snarl, the general mustered up any and all of his left-over strength to reach beside him and gather up his favourite weapon. Before the general, and possibly the great wolf spirit, knew what he was doing, Valgrid sent the weapon hurling towards her. Amber orbs wide, the beast watched in absolute glee as his aim stayed true. Well- for the most part. It had really looked like the deadly piece of steel was going to slice the young girl in half...It really had. And for a moment, the general managed to genuinely hope. But...like most good things in life- or unlife, it dissipated. That small bit of hope, albeit evil-hope, vanished in the blink of an eye. The sword, his one chance, abruptly veered off to the right and clattered noisily to the ground. He had missed. And Valgrid was pretty sure who the culprit of his misfortunes were. That damn; Boss-Spirit.

The second- no, the moment he thought of his superior in such a way, the gargantuan door behind him swung open violently. Crashing against the walls behind them, the door embedded themselves in with excess force. Inside, one could see, nothing. Absolutely nothing. A pitch black smoke seemed to permeate from inside, tendrils of black gas winding their way out to caress the closest body. Hid body. They seemed gentle...seemed. At first they wound their way around the generals limbs, instantly giving life back into his previous dead appendages, causing energy to course through his body. He felt back, ready and rejuvenated. Ready to kill this girl...right?! Of course! Boss-Spirit was giving him these gifts so he has a chance of getting this mission right?!

Wrong. So, very very wrong.

The gaseous arms soon turned into thick, oily dripping tentacles that curled powerfully around Valgrids arms and legs, adding pressure and stopping him from moving his position. "Master, I-" He began, but was cut off. The tentacles violently shuddered before moving away from the general at break-neck speed. These tentacles were of course, still wrapped around the generals arms, legs and neck. Boss-Spirit didn't want him to prove himself, he wanted to punish his most trusted general. With ease, the powerful arms were pulled out of their sockets along with his head and legs. The only thing that remained was the twitching torso of the once great general. Almost seconds after the thing's death, the discarded body-parts began to glow and slowly melt into a black substance.

It was going to take a while for his body to reform, and when that did happen...he was going to be p*ssed.

The guard at the door; that had previously been punched by Valgrid in his rageful entrance, sensed Maslow's presence and fearfully stood to attention. Nobody every paid much attention to the palace guards. They were all weak. The position of palace guard went to the weakest of souls, as the Great Spirit did not see them being particularly useful in any other situation. They would be no use in battle, therefore guarding something that didn't really needed to be guarded seemed appropriate. The skinny lizard-man stood to attention, before blocking the girls path, cowering in slight fear. "T-The door to the h-human realm is t-this w-way ma'am" He stuttered out, easily intimidated by the immortals power. Before she could say anything, or possibly hurt him, the unimportant lizard about-faced and began to briskly walk to the 'Door of Världar'. If this young girl just stood there quietly and thought about the place she wanted to go...then this thing would take her there.

His chest was burning. Burning, like as in actual fire. What was this?! That dream had been so vivid and scary. Sure Flint often dreamt about lions, but this had to take the cake. Sweat pouring down his temples, the teenager, abruptly sat up however this just caused all the blood to rush to his head and force the young man back into a lying position. Gingerly, he reached a hand up to caress his eye sockets in an attempt to clear the fuzzyness. There, it was gone. Finally! Slowly this time, Flint raised himself up into a slouched sitting position. Eyes still blurry from sleep Flint couldn't really see where he was. Was he back home? And all of this had been a bad dream? No- no that was wrong. This was most definitely not his bed. Usually when he was up in bed, one unruly spring would stick right up, making sitting an uncomfortable task. There was no sign of the stubborn thing now.

Groaning, Flint rubbed the crust form his eyes to have a good look around. He was in some kind of...tent? It looked tribal by the animal-skin material that surrounded him. But what was he doing here then?! And- then it hit him. A ton of bricks didn't seem sufficient enough. More like Mt Everest. The memory of his weird conversation with that old man suddenly came back to him, causing the teenager to groan and fall back into the bed and never want to resurface again.

Surprisingly enough, he seemed to be shirtless. Who's idea was that?!

Gingerly, Flint looked down at the tattoo on his chest. The ink seemed to throb in response to his looks, causing Flint to groan once more and look away. That's it. He needed to get out of here. Determination set on his face, Flint threw off the covers and jumped out of the nice, comfy bed, before making a bee-line for the exit. Forgetting he was shirtless, the teenager stomped out of the tent and into the face of... about twenty confused faces staring at him. Some a mixture of amusement, other anger and distrust. The mix of emotions greeting him, caused Flint to stop short and stare at everybody in response. Wait- what was that?! There! The old guy was talking to some other guy. He didn't care who the other guy was, Flint just needed to yell at the old guy. Squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes, Flint growled in the back of his throat before angrily gliding over to the two. They both seemed deep in conversation, but Flint didn't care.

"You..." He hissed, pointing a finger at the elderly man "Where am I?!" He finished with a high-pitched shriek. The silence after his outburst was deafening. All the residents here, had stopped to look in absolute horror at Flint's rude behaviour. Now usually, the placid boy would't have talked to his elders in such a way. Especially one that seemed much smarter and wiser than Flint could ever hope to be. But right now, Flint wasn't his usual self. In the last day or so, he'd been told that he'd been bestowed with a 'gift' of some-kind, Flint had no idea what, and passed out in front of this guy. It was very embarrassing and mortifying and pathetic and.... embarrassing! Somewhere in the back of his mind, Flint knew that this guys and perhaps all these people would help answer all his unanswered questions in the future, causing him to drop hiss guard completely. If he became stressed, then everyone else would become stressed. Calm down Flint; 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10. As he reached his final number, the teenager looked up; a lot calmer than before and eyed the other tribe-members for any signs that they might try to beat him up. Flint didn't really know anything about tribe-culture, but even he could see the rude behaviour he'd just presented for them all to see.

This crazed, half-naked boy had just butted in on the great shaman and leader's discussion without permission! Who did he think he was?!