1x1 with Kijani

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As Maslow had continued to walk off, she had felt the air behind her shift, eyes narrowing slightly, she wondered what could have caused the brief breeze. She turned when she heard a clang, and saw that Valgrid had obviously tried to throw his sword at her, but failed. Hah, like that was a surprise. Well in truth to her right now it was. Valgrid was a fairly decent warrior, and for him to miss her, it was well.. strange. But then she came to her senses, it had probably been the spirit, he was clearly quite keen on Maslow and her only completing this mission. Suddenly she was forced with being conflicted, if the boss really wanted her to do this mission so badly, and she failed.. the price to pay would be worse than a thousand years of torture and agony. But she wouldn't fail right? Of course not, there was no way that she would let something as small as killing a boy, who probably hadn't even honed into his powers yet. At the same time though she felt a small prick of joy running through her core. The boss really did want her to go on this, and to prove herself. After she would win, and bring back the boy's head, he would be so, so happy, and she would get anything, anything that she ever desired. This was going to be something that was going to change her life for the better.

Maslow was snapped out of her thoughts though as she saw Valgrid being pulled back. Eyes widening briefly, she wondered what was happening in the room in which the door which had pretty much consumed him. She chuckled when she knew that the boss was probably taking care of him. Even though she knew that Valgrid, like most of the other creatures were, would come back, it might be awhile until she saw him again. Pitty, she wanted to rub his nose in the fact that she had succeeded as soon as she had returned. Oh well, she would just have to wait until he came back. She would imagine that he would be at the state beyond rage then, but at the time that, that would happen she would be his superior. And so he would have to do whatever she asked of him, and she would get all of his respect. Sighing with that happy thought, she once again started to make her way to the door. She saw a guard snapping to attention, he seemed a bit.. on edge. But than again her name was probably being whispered in the shadows of the land right now, and everyone was probably talking about the girl - the human girl that was being sent on an important mission for the great spirit.

Chuckling a bit when she heard the stuttering in the guard's voice, she followed him to the place she knew was called the door of Världar. She knew how to work it of course, and she had to use this the times when she had first joined the ranks of this army, and she would be sent on little missions of acts of evil deeds within the mortal realm. It was a precaution she figured. The boss wanted to see if his new warriors and workers would be loyal to him, and he would send them on little pointless adventures. Now though, this was more important than anything that she had done before, and so she wasn't going to just do something small and get no recognition for it. No, this was going to be something big, and she was going to get a lot of notice for it. This was going to be something that even though she figured wasn't going to take a lot on her behalf, it was going to be doing a lot for her in return.

Walking up to the door she thought about the place in which she wanted to go and shut her eyes in deep thought. It would be the town located near the tribe.. The town hadn't even been there when she had lived in the tribe, or if it did it was too small to get any notice. Now she knew that it had grew and that quite a few people were living there. They must have known of the tribe by now, but they probably thought little of it. Like dis-believers would have, she supposed. Suddenly she felt a slight tug, like someone was trying to pull her somewhere, and when she opened her eyes again, she was standing on a small field of a playground that was in the town. Smirking she looked as she saw a little boy who had been playing with a Tonka truck stare in amazement at the girl that had just appeared. "What?" She said in a hard tone, as she she kept from laughing at the little boy's mouth that was opened in shock.

Rolling her eyes to herself, she began to walk off. The boss had given her directions on where she could find the boy's house. Hopefully he would be there, and she would be able to kill him there and than. She would kill as a tiger of course, as it always felt better when she was killing someone in her animal form. There was a rush that just couldn't be handled when she was a human, and it felt much better when she could get to act on her primal instincts as an animal, instead of the un natural feeling of killing someone while she was a human. But either way she could just picture the cries and screams that she would get from him. He would probably be confused on what was happening, and had Maslow wanted to waste time, she might want to torture him a bit, before going into the killing blow. That was always fun and entertaining, when she got to play with her prey before she killed them. It was so much better than just killing them straight away. They always had more fear when you waited to kill them, and it was always fun watching the horror on their faces grow and grow.

As Maslow finally reached her destination of the house, she looked up at it with a smirk. This was going to be fun, really fun. She couldn't wait hardly any longer, and in a couple of minutes she would get to feel the warm blood of her enemy spill over her. It was a feeling and an emotion of hatred that was powering all of this lust for blood. She had been a killer for as long as she could remember, and today she was going to kill the top prize.

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Bidziil had been in deep discussion with Achuk about what they were going to do with the boy. The leader seemed determined that they would have to enhance the gift straight away, but Bidziil felt strongly that they should at least give the boy some time to adjust to this situation, and get settled in with everything that was happening. The shaman figured that they boy would be too stressed to undergo anything with the enhancing part of the gift, and he might grow a resentment to the tribe. If this was the elder god, which he figured it was, that would mean that all hope would be dead. He almost felt like telling Achuk than and there about what his suspicions were of the boy, though he figured that the tribal leader might just think that he was going a bit nutty. Besides Achuk would most likely tell the entire tribe of this, and if that was the case than the tribe might get over excited about something that wasn't even true. Bidziil did not want that, he wanted only for the tribe and everyone else to be happy and safe. And for the moment that was of what was most concern for him.

When he did hear the boy come up, and say what he did, he turned around to face him. In the boy's face Bidziil could see that the boy regretted what he said. But Achuk wasn't so quick to catch onto the boy's new feelings towards what he had said.

"Excuse me, did I just hear what I think I did?" The leader walked past Bidziil and stood in front of the boy, staring down at him with slightly cold eyes. "Lower your tone boy!" He spoke, there was clearly a lot of dominance in his voice. "And let me remind you that you are in the presence of the leader and shaman of this tribe." He narrowed his eyes. "You are in our camp, you were brought here after you fainted." Bidziil was slightly nervous from the cold tone that was in the leader's voice. Had Achuk knew that this boy could have been the elder god, he probably would have, had more respect for the boy. But no, this had to work itself out, and Bidziil would just have to watch and see what would happen.

"I would think that you would be grateful." Achuk's cool tone was unchanging, "but perhaps I mistook you for someone with social grace. Whether you have the gift or not does not make it okay for you to just talk in the way you did to people of higher ranking than you." Hardly so, Achuk. He could stomp on us all he is that far ahead of us in rank age. Bidziil thought, as he looked at the two of them with an emotionless look in his face. "Do not overtake your welcome." The leader was clearly quite angry at the boy that he had only met seconds ago. This was a quick way to get angry, and usually angry and rage couldn't consume anyone so quickly as it was right now with Achuk.

Bidziil was taken back by Achuk's un-characteristic cold behavior. Naturally the man was warm and welcoming, and usually had so much hope and joy. Maybe it was that the boy had given him a poor first impression? Whatever the cause was, Bidziil wished for this to stop. He was not someone that liked to get angry over anything. In fact it was very rare to see any kind of bad emotion come across the elder's face. He was a calm soul, and everything about him was warming and understanding. He was wise above all else, and he was one of the most respected shaman that the tribe had, had in seven generations. He was someone that anyone could come to when they had a problem, and he would try to tell them what was the best way to achieve what they were aiming for, in the most peaceful way.

"Achuk!" Bidziil looked at the tribe leader, as the man turned to face the elder. "Acting in this manner will not help you to unlock answers that you seek in the boy, and will only trouble a relation that must form between you and him. As a bond that must be created with trust and love between all tribe members. Like it or not this boy is one of us, and acting in a childish manner is not something that a respected leader would do."

The tribe leader's eyes narrowed briefly. It was un wise to argue with the tribe shaman, and Achuk was smart enough to know that. Bidziil watched as the leader turned back to the boy, and dipped his head in greeting. "I am Achuk - the brave, the current leader of the tribe. And what is it that they call you?" His question was harsh, and there was a cold look scarred into the man's face, even though his tone had softened a bit.

[Airmid]

Of course Flint hadn't meant to cause such great disrespect to Achuk and his family; the teenager was just scared and confused and...scared. Swallowing, he instantly took a step back from the older man and gauged his tone with a frown. Yeah- He was mad. But Flint could sort of see why. If he was a great leader of some sort of tribe, and this stranger had come in and outright disrespected him, he might've been angry too. Infact, he wouldn't be angry...he would be furious! He was trying to run a successful family here, and was being made fun of, by someone who wasn't even part of his family. Flint would've felt embarrassed and infuriated too. But- Just because Flint could understand this man's frustration, didn't mean he was going to stand from it. With an unconscious growl in the back of his throat, Flint took a step forward and puffed out his chest a little. True, this man was much taller than him, but Flint knew; size didn't count all the time. And Flint wanted this guy to know that. Narrowing his eyes into slits once more, the teenager eyed him warily. A spiteful remark was on the tip of his tongue, however before the teenager had a chance to make any kind of comeback, he was cut-off by the concerned tone of Bidziil as he scolded this leader of his. Flint raised an eyebrow and smirked invisibly at Achuk, taking pleasure in the fact that this 'superior' of his, had to listen to the old man like he did.

However, some of what Bidziil said struck a chord. He was one of them now?! So he had to sleep in a mud-hut and wipe himself with leaves?! Well...looking around that didn't really seem the case. In fact, this place looked completely different to anything he'd ever pictured in his mind. Sure they were living in tents made from animal skins, but they had cars, fast-food, cell-phones and so on and so forth. It was strange how 'modern' these people were. And they all seemed like a very tight knit group of people. Even from here, he could see a girl, maybe in her 20's; shepherding a group of little children through the camp. The way they seemed to depend on her, made her look like she was their babysitter. So where were the mothers? Out searching for food? Hunting? Working...? Perhaps in an office. It all seemed so normal. The woman caught his eye for a second before ushering the children to an undisclosed tent near, what looked like, the chief's humble abode. For a second, Flint let his heart ache; mind thinking back to his own family. His mother and father. However, the more he thought about it the more he frowned. He'd always been an only child devoid of siblings to keep him company and teach him invaluable life lessons...that was left up to his 'doting' mother and father. Well- mainly mother. It seemed that his father was always working, away from home, at the office...it didn't really matter. And his mother...well- she was not the sanest of people. She was always incredibly paranoid about the fact that his father would leave for weeks, maybe months at a time. As a child Flint had never really known why, but now he knew. He wasn't an idiot and neither was she. His father was a sumbag and that's it. A snarl made his way through his nose at the memory of the man. The only reason, he might miss his old life would've been his mother...but even then he didn't think he'd miss her that much. She'd be okay. She could cook, clean and had so many friends she probably wouldn't even notice he was gone.

Sighing, Flint tuned back into the conversation between the two older men with interest. The leader was now talking to him it seemed; introducing himself and other pleasantries. The self-proclaimed title that Achuk had given himself did however, cause Flint to smirk ever-so-slightly. It wasn't much, just the corners of his lips and eyes upturned into an amused smile, but Flint didn't say anything. He was in their domain now. And was under their control, practically. Crossing his arms, Flint sighed before looking up to glare Achuk in the eye "I am Flint" The teenager answered moodily, still holding a grudge against this man. However, he was curious as to why he was here. Why Bidziil had thought that the best place for him was here. It didn't really make sense to him.

Sure Flint had always known he was a little different. What with the occasional animal noises, but every guy his age could do that right? Flint had to sigh...no, no they couldn't. And he had weird dreams. And he'd got the tattoo for absolutely no reason. And he was...different. Relaxing his pose slightly, the teenager had another look round the camp. And then he felt it! How had he not felt it the moment he'd woken up?! Remember when he'd been walking away from Bidziil and he'd felt that weird change in the air?! He could feel it now...all the time. A constant fuzzyness sifting through his brain, it was almost maddening and comforting at the same time. Frowning, Flint tried to pin-point some of the sources of the intense feeling.

There-!

A black crow soared through the sky, banking and weaving calling to other things. Almost immediately, it was met with a pretty little blue-tit along with a large raven. For a moment the three air-bound creatures hovered in the sky, before without warning they took off in an aerial game to chase. Flint's mouth dropped open as he watched the three seemingly different species flapping and flying through the air. The three then returned to the ground behind one of the tents, and that's when he felt it. The static in the air...if only for a second though. The teenager kept his inky gaze locked on the tent they'd flown behind, wondering what would come out. If he was honest what three things did come out only surprised him a mild amount. Yeah- they were humans. Kids to be exact. Two boys, obviously the crow and the raven, and a pretty little girl who must've been the blue-tit. That was...amazing! And there was no way his mind could've been playing tricks on him, as they walked away, the three were leaving the occasional feather in a sweet trail. Before Flint knew it; he could see them everywhere! Shape-shifting into all sorts of things! Behind them was a tall banana tree, obviously not native to the part of the world they were in, but it was there...and you know what? Right before his eyes, Flint watched two or three men phase into different types of primates to scale the plant and throw down fruit to the waiting men below. On the other side of the camp, a woman transformed into a donkey, before her friends began to pile pound after pound of food, clothes and other things into saddle bags across her back. This was...this was crazy.

Another revelation suddenly took hold, and Flint whipped his head round to look at Bidziil. "C-Can you...?" He stuttered out, gesturing to the many forms of animals and people changing into oneanother so as to help with daily chores.

[R0be0]

As Maslow looked up at the house, she slowly made her way to the front door, jigging it, and seeing that it was unlocked, she opened in slowly and silently. Stepping into the house porch, closing the door behind her, trying to make as little sound as she could. But it wasn't like she needed to be quiet anyways, there was much shouting going on inside of the house, so it would seem like she didn't need to make as many precautions as she would have thought. Walking into the main section of the house, she paused and flatted herself against the closest wall, as she heard the yells and screams coming closer..

"Don't you walk away from me! I know damn well what you've been doing this whole time! Don't act so innocent!"

"It's not playing innocent when you're not in the wrong! You crazy she-bat, I'm away for work, what else would I be gone for?!"

"Why don't you tell me."

Maslow remained frozen against the wall, as two middle aged people seemed to storm down from the upstairs, and walk in the direction of their kitchen. Slowly she moved to follow them, either of them were the target. She figured that they were probably the parents. Which would work, she supposed, they could probably tell her where her target was, and so then she would be able to kill him, nice and quickly.

"Look I don't have any idea what else to tell you okay? I'm away for work - then I come home, and then for some reason beyond my understanding you start screaming at me! What about if Flint came home, huh? What would he think of us fighting?"

Flint huh? That must be my target's name. So he's named after a rock... Probably the same intelligence as one too.

"Don't talk about our son as if you care!"

"I do!"

"Oh do yo-"

"I'm sorry to intrude on your little mid-life crisis, but you two have some information that I need." Maslow had caused walked up to the entrance of the kitchen, and was now leaning on one of the walls, crossing her arms a bit. Seeming fairly relaxed. She chuckled when she saw the brief shock on the two adults faces.

"Who are you?" The man demanded, looking at Maslow with an confused face.

"Oh I don't want to know your names, and so why would you want to know mine?" She said with a sneer.

"What the hell are you doing in our house?" The man was now quite angry.

"Oh our house isn't the right term, this is mine and Flint's house. Considering you aren't here two thirds of the time." The woman snapped at the man, who turned to her exasperated.

"Really you want to start up now?"

"Well it's not lik-"

The woman was broke off with Maslow's chuckle. "Oh my," the immortal human laughed. "How pathetic. A stranger breaks into your house, and you continue babble nonsense at each other? How... amusing..."

"What. Do. You. Want?" The man said through gritted teeth.

"It's not so much a want than a need, you see, my superior needs your son - Flint was it. But the thing is, he kind of needs him in a more.. oh how should I say it un-living way." Maslow said with a brief chuckle, as she watched the woman gasp, clearly catching on to what Maslow was saying. She watched as the woman ran back and fumbled through one of the drawers until she came out with a butcher's knife.

"You will not hurt my son!"

Maslow sighed, "pitty. It seems as if we've met a crossroads yes? You don't want to get yourselves in trouble, do you? I could take you both out easily, and than we'd both have nothing, would we?"

The man took a step forward. 'Don't push our luck girl. If you try anything on us, or Flint we can use our own defen-"

He never got to finish.

A giant black tiger had charged through the air, and slammed at the man's chest, raking down his body with the large claws, and having a clean neat killing blow within the neck. Standing up Maslow the tiger flicked her head, as she turned to see the woman who was now clearly in shock. She licked her lips, cleaning some of the blood off. She took a step towards the woman, until she was paused by the large object of the knife soaring through the air in her direction. With a quick side step though, she easily got out of it's way. Watching it hit the floor with a clink, as Valgrid's sword had done earlier.

"I will give you one more chance," Maslow's voice poured into the woman's mind. Making the adult flatter, and stumble backwards slightly. "Tell me where your son is!"

"I-I.." The woman gulped. "I honestly have no cl-clue!"

"Than you serve no purpose to me."

Maslow lunged in the air at the woman. And all that could be heard was a death altering scream.

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Bidziil watched the two, hoping that neither of them would say anything that was too much out of line. He didn't like it when others fought. Words were just as violent as war, and they could hurt just as easily, as a double edged sword. Sometimes even worse than that. But it seemed for the most part the two of them had been kept under control, which was a good thing. Bidziil watched as some emotions of shock came across Flint's face as he must have noticed that the animals that were now coming to life were actually some of the people in the tribe. A smile formed across the old man's face. He liked it that, even though as shocked as the boy seemed to be, he could sense some comfort deep within him. That was proof enough that he was meant to be here with them. Elder god or not, he was one of them. Which set some relief in the shaman anyways. The tribe needed all the people had it could get. As Shi-Lun grew stronger he would probably try harder and harder to take control over the tribe, and that wasn't something that Bidziil would like to see happen. In fact that was probably the only fear that the old man got. He normally didn't fear, as he knew the elder god would always be there to watch over him and all the rest of the tribe. But if Shi-Lun took over that meant that the elder god would have forgotten all about them. If this boy - Flint, was the elder god though it would be proof that he hadn't forgotten about the tribe.

"Yes, yes we can." The shaman looked at the boy with a warm look on his face and his tone. "We have been given the gift like you have, and we can change into the animals of nature." He explained, hoping that the boy was calm enough to not go into shock again, and pass out. He had a smile on his face, as he looked at Achuk who didn't still seem to like the idea of telling Flint about their powers, even though it was obvious to Bidziil that he was one of them. The leader didn't seem sold on the idea that Flint was like them though. It wasn't surprising though, as the shaman could sense some resentment. He didn't completely know why that the leader disliked Flint from the start though, and he hoped that Achuk would snap out of this, and realize that he needed to make sure that the boy was treated like everyone else and wasn't given any more hostility. He didn't want the elder god - if this was him reborn, to love down at Achk in shame. This might have negative results for the entire tribe, and he wouldn't let Achuk ruin everything for the tribe.

"Achuk, why don't you show him what you can do?" Bidziil asked the leader who, reluctantly nodded. Taking a step back from Flint, he shifted from a man to a giant brown bear. Achuk the bear looked at both Bidziil and Flint, and flicked one of his ears slightly. Walking closer to Achuk Bidziil made himself transform into the bald eagle once again, and perched on Achuk's back. He could feel some flinching from underneath his talons, as he could tell that some of his talons were scrapping against Achuk's back. Trying his hardest he made sure that he didn't put too much pressure onto the bear's skin. He looked up at Flint after making sure that his weight was evened out, and let out a small sound from his beak. He tipped his head slightly, as Achuk roared a bit, though he could hear the leader's voice in his mind.

"Do you really think that it is a wise idea to let an outsider come into our tribe, and see what we can do? I know that he maybe has the gift, but we are strong enough on our own. He don't need help from the disbelievers." He could tell that Achuk's tone was slightly annoyed, and Bidziil wasn't going to stand for that. He wouldn't let the leader be so un-wise that he wasn't going to take help when it was given to him.

'The elder god has picked him, and guided me to finding him. You would be stubborn enough to let help slip away just because he was raised in an different place than us? Do not be chilish Achuk, we need all the help we can get. And until your son is born we don't have an heir of the next leader. Making us more of a target now than ever." What Bidziil said was true, Shi-Lun would most likely attack when he knew that there was no rightful next leader, as that always make turmoil within the tribe, and would make it easy for him to wipe us out within the bickering.

He could tell that Achuk was sighing, as soon Bidziil got off of the bear and turned back into a human, Achuk changing back soon after him. "This is the gift. I know you have it, it is as clear as the tattoo on your side. You are a lion at heart, and you have always known it as well." Bidziil spoke in a wise tone. "We can help your harness your powers, and help you learn how to fight the evil that is trying to take over the world." The shaman smiled.

"Because we really do need your help."

[Airmid]

† So...Here we are. Once again. This was going to be fun †

Shi-Lun remembered everything that had ever happened since the day he had been created by the Elder God. He could remember opening his ruby eyes to look the being in the face. He could remember feeling an instant connection with that guy. Some of his best memories were with him. Like for instance...the day they created man. The Elder God had already begun this project of his, and had needed a second opinion on the whole matter. Shi-Lun was the best canine for the job. After creating something, then destroying it, then creating something different once more, they had done it. The perfect being for a world such as theirs. They were smart, brave and easily managed to adapt to the harsh environments in the realm they'd named 'Earth'. And they fed off these emotions that these beings gave out. But that wasn't enough for Shi-Lun. The land seemed barren and empty, it lacked something that dwelled within the god's heart. A wildness and exciting feeling. In the wolfs eyes, everything seemed to organised and boring. Shi-Lun was young and had a short attention span...he needed something interesting to happen. And so, without the Elder Gods consent, he created the animal.

But- not everything went according to plan. The humans they had created, were no match in strength, speed and stealth compared to Shi-Luns beautiful creations. And the fear that exuded from the humans when coming face to face with a particularly fierce creation made the lupe stronger. Unbeknownst to the Elder God of course. There were enough humans there already that their happiness and contentedness was able to sustain him without realising something was wrong. And so that's how it worked for a long, long time. The fear Shi-Lun absorbed was far more useful to him than their happiness and thus adding to his own greed. After eon's of absorption, Shi-Lun slowly began to rival the Elder God in power. All the time; behind his mentors back, the canine would create hybrids, genetic experiments in other worlds. For instance; Valgrid. His race was a failed experiment. All the beasts he could find, plus some human had created things like him. They were evil, but only due to Shi-Lun poisoning their minds before-hand. But- they had not been exactly what he'd been looking for.

That is until he finally cracked it.

The perfect half-and-half of each amazing creature in one body. These creatures were magnificent! To an outsider, they looked like regular human beings, but when they wanted to; they could change into the appropriate animals, yet the animals were almost perhaps twice or three times the size of the original creature. The verb 'perfect' was the only thing that had ever been able to describe his babies with justice. The grandfather shape-shifter turned into an inky black wolf, much like himself but could also turn into a human. These hybrids would be able to sneak into human camps, gain their trust and destroy them all! The system was absolute and...perfect. And, the power released from the humans would go solely to him. Not that damn Elder god. Over time, the lupe's hatred towards his creator had increased, probably due to the amount of negative emotions he was absorbing...but that didn't matter to him. He was getting stronger.

And so one day, he released them into the big wide world that was Earth. Instinctively, the small group knew to stay together and appoint a leader. Obviously it would be Varg, the black wolf shape shifter, Shi-Lun had taken a liking to this one, and would make sure his descendants would always continue to lead the tribe once they annihilated every human being in this realm. Yeah- that hadn't worked. The wolf god, had even made things easier for them, by placing them near a large camp of settlers to get them started, and up until a point; his precious brood were doing everything according to plan! Up until a point of course. The moment, they came into contact with the humans, they befriended them. Cared for and protected them. It was a joke! What had happened?! Well- Actually; Shi-Lun knew what had happened. He should've foreseen this. Animals were not inherently evil, they lived on instincts and instincts alone. They knew when it was best to stay in a pack, or when it was best to go it solo. And it seemed the human desire to stay in a large group out weighed any other desire to leave. Meaning they were not going to kill everyone. They were going to help everyone, which was completely the opposite of what he wanted. Plus there was more bad news...

The Elder God had felt the change in his stupid 'gene pool', and confronted him. Shi-Lun figured that there was no point in hiding now. He was stronger than his maker, and could take over running this place! Everyone knows the story from there...they fought. He, sort of, won. However fled because the Elder God did still have a few friends..blah blah blah.

For many years; Shi-Lun had not heard head nor tail of the Elder God...that is until now. He had a feeling. A feeling he'd not felt in a long while. That small feeling of content whenever he was with his old friend. And that needed to go. Preferably as soon as possible. It took him a while to find the being responsible for this. The human race had prospered immensely since he'd last checked, what were the latest figures... Seven Billion people?! Gosh that was a lot of souls to search through. But he'd finally found him. Coincidentally, in that time, he'd taken on, given immortality to and trained one of his 'creations' ex-members. She was strong. Very powerful and Shi-Lun knew instantly that she was a descendant from Varg, and therefore a perfect assassin. The wolf treated her like she was his very own apprentice, teaching her the old ways so she would be able to effectively kill this reincarnation that seemed to be happening.

At this very moment in time, Shi-Lun was watching his precious apprentice kill the boys 'parents' without a second thought and chuckled to himself deeply. She was doing better than expected. Like smoke, the god let his mind pass through dimensions before silently entering her mind.

"You're doing well, my apprentice..." He hissed into her mind, however he internally frowned as he searched her thoughts. She didn't know where her target was...but he knew. Inside her mind, he brought up steadily ageing images of her target until a recent holiday snap-shot of Flint with some friends; in swing shorts, wearing a pair of aviators and tattoo on show for everyone to see. It was the tattoo that would be of the most help to her. Not many guys their age had such a thing.

"This is your target..." Shi-Lun continued, slightly aggressively "He is staying with some of your old friends...find him and kill him" The god ordered, already knowing she knew exactly where he was talking about. The God was just about to leave her consciousness, before he had a thought.

"...Leave no survivors"

And then he was gone.

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Flint nearly passed out again at the sight of two fully-grown men transforming in front of his very eyes. Those same eyes bulged out of their sockets as he watched the old man turn into a great eagle right there! And Achuk take the form of a bear! That was...beyond cool, he had to admit. For a moment, Flint watched in utter fascination as the two glanced at oneanother as if they were having a silent conversation. But- They made no sound, no gesture...nothing! So how did they do it? Mind reading?! That was even cooler. Most people would've been completely thrown by this whole thing, but not Flint. This was amazing! He'd never admit it, but turning into an animal was so totally cool. Ever since he was a little boy, Flint had dreams of just shedding his human skin and running away, feeling the wind in his hair and the comforting earth beneath his feet as he just...enjoyed life. Had he mentioned how cool that was?!

By the time the two had returned back to their human form, Flint was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He'd be famous. Flint Sykes, and uninteresting boy in high-school had just come across an entire tribe of people that could turn into animals. Albeit they weren't proper animals. They were even more amazing. The bear towered over him, whereas another bear would've been head-height at most, this one had at least three or four feet on him. And then there was Badziil, this huge beautiful and amazing bird that, when standing came up to his shoulder. What kind of bird came up to his shoulder?! It was nuts. When they finally addressed him, it was all Flint could do not to squeak in excitement, even though he'd not fully registered what Badziil had said.

Wait- He had it!?

Instinctively, Flint cast his eyes downward to glance at the tattoo on his still bare chest. He really needed to sort that out soon. But- Once more the teenager looked around the camp only to find most of the men, like him had opted to skin it today. It was rather humid here after all, and Flint could see their torso's glistening with sweat, much like what his own was beginning to do. Whipping his head back round to face Badziil, his face split into a wide grin

"Teach me, teach me, teach me" He babbled, obviously incredibly excited about this. It seemed that whatever was inside him was excited about this too, the pressure in his chest seemed to want to burst out, not in a bad way though. Flint just knew, that this feeling wasn't bad. He just knew it.

His wide grin however faltered as he heard the last part of the man's sentence. They needed his help?! What help could a Seventeen-year-old boy with practically no 'shape-shifting' experience at all, be able to do that they couldn't?! For a few seconds the teenager searched Badziils features for any kind of deception. He found none. For some reason, Flint trusted this man completely. Swallowing thickly, he nodded his head before setting a determined look in his eye.

"I'll help you, in whatever you need from me" He answered genuinely, giving Badziil a trusting look and throwing Achuk a tight smile. Flint still got the feeling that the tribe-leader particularly liked him very much. But that was by-and-by, to him, it seemed the shaman or whatever held more power than the leader.

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Maslow the tiger looked down at the dead and limp bodies of the parents, she had hoped that they would have given her some information before she'd killed them. But they posed a threat, and so she couldn't let them live when they thought that they could threaten her. Not that they would have been able to do much damage, but still they seemed determined to not give up any certain information on how she could find this - Flint. People like that, people who served her and the great spirit no purpose did not deserve to survive. They would have to be killed, as there was no reason for them to continue to live. If that had failed the great spirit, than they need no live. Flicking her ears she poked at one of the bodies, and then growled. They were disgusting, disgusting, filthy, stupid, humans. She hated humans with a burning passion, in fact she hated all life on earth with a burning passion. They had wronged her too many times, and she was now working with people that could help destroy the life on earth.

She turned back into human, and continued to wipe some of the blood from her face. There was some blood on her shirt, and her pants as well, so she would most likely have to change before going out to begin searching for the boy again. Rushing up to their upstairs, she randomly grabbed a t-shirt, and some shorts. Not caring who's they were. Most likely they were one of the parent's, and they were dead, so it wasn't like they could get mad at her from stealing them. Walking back downstairs, she decided to leave, the reek of the dead was beginning to clog up the air, and so she wanted to get as far away from the stink. Opening the door and walking back outside, everything seemed back to normal. Nothing seemed to be different, and no one seemed to notice that there had been two murders in the last few minutes. Smiling evilly to herself, she walked back to the street and began to walk around, hoping to have some chance of thinking of where to look for Flint. School was out, and so there was no luck in going there for him. She could go there tomorrow, he might be there? But most likely he'd have noticed his parents deaths by than, and would be questioned by the police. She could track him from there, as he would probably be involved with it. But it could be possible that the tribe could hear of that news, and then move in to take him...

That was when she heard the boss.

Taking in the compliment, and then looking at the pictures, she continued to listen to what he said. She narrowed her eyes aggressively when he told her that Flint was staying with some 'old friends.' She knew that he meant the tribe, and if that was the case than she would have to fight them all off. When he told her to leave no survivors, she figured that this was one of the best chances that she had to get revenge on the descendents of the people that had caused her father to turn on himself. She would make sure that they were killed, no only to please her boss, but to please herself as well. She would have fun with this mission, and it would make her finally feel like she was at peace. Ah, the thought of finally being at peace brought a lot of joy to her. Smirking to herself she took off into the direction in which she knew that the tribe as at.

It took a few minutes, though finally she was in a close by area, she could get a view of what was happening in the camp, and saw the boy, the boy that she was to assassinate. Well actually the entire tribe was her targets, though if worse came to worse than he would be all that she would have as someone to kill. Though she would try and make sure to take the lives of as many people as she could. They were messing with the wrong person. Her eyes were bright with hate, and her smirk was not deadly and large. Making her look like she was some kind of twisted person. Which she was, she didn't even think that she had a heart or a soul anymore. No she didn't. There was nothing inside of her, nothing at all. It was only some kind of dark black pit. Soulless and murderous, she was an assassin, and so she was trained in the art of killing and darkness. It was who she was.. Or maybe not always, but it was who she had become, and she was much happier with the her that she was now, than what she had been before. Before she had been weak, and had allowed her tribe had crumble under her and her father. It wasn't something that she wanted to repeat. She knew that the tribe had become very violent after she left. Even though they probably thought that it was best that her - the murderer, had run away, there was much dispute over who would take over as the leader. Since her and her line had ruled since the beginning of time. She had been the last real ruler, but she would never go back to the tribe to rule. She hated them with all of her mind, and so she would make sure that they paid. Turning to their side would be the opposite of what needed to happen.

Now how would this go down? Just charging down there would probably cause some problems, and she would be overwhelmed by them and would probably be killed too easily before anything even started. That wouldn't be a good idea... But she couldn't just wait around until something happened. First off she turned into a tiger, she would have a better chance of fighting in this form, especially considering that she didn't have any weapons on her. But her tiger form was a good enough weapon, and she would be able to fight better than most. She knew that some of the people in the tribe could change into deadly creatures, and that their leader was a large bear. But she was the only tiger. So she would be able fight better than they could. Right?

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Bidziil was happy to see the boy's excitement, chuckling to himself, he felt quite glad that the boy would be enjoying himself when he learned all about how to shift, and use the gift which was given to him. If this boy was the elder god, than his powers might be even more extreme than the average one, which might be very interesting to watch. He couldn't wait to see the boy's power in full, it would be something to be amazed by. Hopefully the boy's powers would show some sign to whether or not he was indeed the one that the elder god had chosen to be reborn as. Gleefulness poured through his veins as a smile lit on Bidziil's face. The man hadn't been this happy in a long time. Achuk seemed a bit less enthused, but at the same time seemed to realize how this boy would help them and how he would be needed to help make sure everything that they were doing to keep Shi-Lun at bay was at work. Shi-Lun wouldn't have a chance if this was really the elder god.

"Great we will start training you as soon as possible, we will make sure that everyone helps chip in to see that you learn not only about your powers, but about everything here, and our culture. Even though your powers will be the main focus, you will need to have to understand our lifestyle a bit better. We do not live the same way that you do, and we have certain things and rituals that you probably have not heard of before." The elder explained, studying the boy. "There will be a lot of work involved, not only physically but mentally as well. You will be trained by all of the fine warriors of the tribe, along with me." He wanted to oversee the boy's training closely. He wanted to watch to make sure that everything was working well, and that Flint would be one of the top. Bidziil could sense a lot of power coming from the boy, and even if he wasn't the elder god he possessed a power that most of the people in the tribe could only dream about having.

The shaman was going to continue about what was going to happen, when he felt something, something... dark, closeby. There was something, or someone close. Someone that carried with them a certain aspect that no one in the tribe held. It was something of evil. Shi-Lun reeked of evilness himself, and his jockeys had that smell as well. This smell, and this feeling, that only a shaman could feel was rising through him. There was someone, someone that was working with the evil wolf spirit close by, and he knew exactly what they were after.

The boy.

His face suddenly turned to worry - "Flint, you need to get out of here. Achuk," he turned to look at the leader who had clearly noticed the panic that was running through the elder's face. "We don't have much time, send some of the warriors to take the boy away somewhere, and make sure that he remains protected, above all else." Clearly the leader wanted to ask some questions, though Bidziil knew that there wasn't much time. "Make sure that everyone stays in their huts, and keep the warriors on guard. We are being watched by evilness. Shi-Lun has sent someone... an assassin.. To ambush us." He wasn't going to say that this was someone coming here to try and kill the boy. This though had sent the final message running through the elder man, this boy was the elder god, he was the one that had been picked to be given the spirit of the elder god, and his powers. This was incredible, this boy, the one right here by the name of Flint was the one that the elder god has picked. How.. remarkable. This was happening in his lifetime. His! This was just too much insanity right now for him to process, and he knew that there was much else to think about than this boy being the creator.

Achuk seemed slightly confused but nodded. "Get inside your tents everyone!" His voice boomed. "The camp is under attack!" Suddenly everyone seemed to panic, everyone seemed on their edge, as people here and there ran into their tents. Mothers huddling their children dashed for their tents, as some of the more large men - who were the clan's warriors were picking up their weapons, and getting ready for the attack. Some of the men turned into animals. "Kappie! Bento! Take Mr. Flint to the twin trees!" As two men hurried towards Flint, and each grabbed one of his arms. The twins trees was a safe location. There were two trees knotted up within each other. There had been a tunnel haven dug under the trees and was used for when someone of high importance was taking a risk of being attacked. Clearly Achuk was puzzled on why Flint was to be brought there. And the only two that did know, was Bidziil, and the owner of the burning amber eyes that was viewing the camp/

[Airmid]

They were three of the best tribe warriors there were. Well- according to them they were. The three couldn't really compare themselves to any of the other great tribesmen with legends that had been passed down from generation, to generation. But right now, it would have to be up to them, and of course Achuk to look after their families. Coincidentally, they were all brothers too which made for interesting days out. Jhadi was the eldest and charged by his recently deceased father with the sole purpose of looking after their little brood. Then there was Kafeel, the middle son. Mild mannered, shy but kind. He had a good soul within him. And last but not least; there was Fumo, the spoilt younger brother. He had two older siblings to look after him, meaning he wasn't ever going to lose a fight...he practically owned all the youths in the small village, always threatening to sick his brothers on his opponents if they didn't do what he said. All of them aged, 28, 23 and 19. Three brothers, with a bond that could never be broken.

That day; Achuk had requested that the three go out and hunt for some large game that would be able to sustain the camp for at least a month. The brothers had been excited about this; nowadays, other parties wanted their undivided attention all the time, so as to keep an eye out for ambushes and whatnot. But not today. They'd been gifted with an entire day to themselves. Laughing, fighting and of course hunting. Not to say; they didn't long for something exciting to happen. They really did. Anything to try out their mostly unused talent.

Yes- these three were shape shifters too.

But most of the tribe members were able to shape shift. They just didn't look as cool as the three brothers did when they whipped out their little talent. Jhadi was able to turn into a great silver-back gorilla, taking charge of any given situation to lead his brothers into the deadliest of battles. He had an immense amount of strength, and deadly canines meant that in a one on one battle, most other creatures didn't stand a chance. However on the off occasion he would allow himself to ask for help; the man would call in the help of Kafeel. The quietest and mild tempered of the brothers. That was in human form though. His animal form was a different story. If the middle child deigned to do so; he would transform into a gargantuan elephant bull, tusks that could spear a lorry and legs strong enough to reduce one to dust. When he decided to charge at you...there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually, those two were the only forces needed, and would only ever be called in if they were really in trouble. But- we mustn't forget Fumo. His form was perhaps the most deadliest. Well- only if you weren't prepared for it. If you looked away for even a second, chances are you would be swallowed by a 20ft long python; jaw un-hinged and ready to probably eat the same car his brother had previously demolished. They were a force to be reckoned with, those three...

But right now, their arms were full of logs for burning and with two deer carcasses slug across their backs, each with broad smiles on their faces as they chatted about their latest escapade.

"I swear, if I hadn't punched it, you would've been stabbed-!" Jhadi exclaimed, grinning at Fumo who rolled his eyes. True, their first hunt hadn't gone quite to plan. But it was Fumo's fault. He thought, that in human form he'd be able to take on a full grown stag. He was an idiot. The 19-year-old just waved a hand dismissively and snorted.

"I could've handled myself" He chuckled, which only caused his brothers to laugh. Even quiet old Kafeel.

"Famous last words, idiot" The middle brother snorted, smirking at his younger sibling with fake condescension. Fumo just shook his head good-naturedly with a light hearted smile.

"Yeah, but-" He was cut-off. They were relatively close to the camp and all three had heard the exclamation from their leader. They were under attack. Dropping their prizes, the three warriors raced towards the main meeting area of the camp, only to see a boy being hauled away by some of the care-takers. For a brief moment, Jhadi wondered if that boy was the attacker, but judging how Achuk was still getting his family and friends out of this place, he realised that he wasn't. Out of breath, the eldest brother reached his leader first.

"Achuk!" He exclaimed, waving the leader over, and glancing behind him to make sure the rest of his companions were with him too, however before he could say anything more Kafeel but-in.

"What is going on?!" The 23-year-old questioned frantically, however before the leader could give an answer; he felt it. And judging by his brothers faces, they felt it too. From the corner of his eye, Kafeel watched as Jhadi instantly shook with power, before bursting from his clothes and taking the form of the enormous silver-back gorilla. Low snarls rose from the apes mouth as he sensed the dark presence nearby. Amber eyes, met blue; telling Kafeel to change too. Which he did. The ground seemed to shrink from underneath him as he took the form of the bull elephant, gazing down at the people who paid no attention to their transformations. Running was the only thing on their mind now.

'Can you feel it too, brother?' Kafeel asked in his head, sending his thoughts over to Jhadi who grunted instinctively at the invasion of space. 'I do' he answered grimly 'Whoever this is, it is powerful and will need all of the tribes best warriors to bring it down' he continued sagely, confidence boosting as he felt the agreement in his brothers mind.

The two battle-animals soon turned their gaze on the youngest brother, who was still in human form, frowning deeply. Both animals had questions in their eyes, waiting for the shape-shifter to change. Fumo, sensing this, reached out and roughly patted Kafeel on the side.

"I will ambush it" He answered in response to their silent question, and causing both fauna to nod their heads slightly. Attacking head on, in python mode would not do them any good at all. Fumo would slip and slide between the tall grass on the out-skirts of the village, all the while making sure that whatever it was he was hunting wouldn't be able to hear nor see him. If he did anything else, chances were, he'd be crushed or maimed by close contact fighters. Backing away, the younger brother let out a small snake-like hiss before melting into the shadows. If one looked closely, you would see his clothes drop from his body as if he'd just completely disappeared from existence, when in actual fact; lurking somewhere around you, was a python that was as thick as a log and about at long as a bus.

For a moment, the gorilla and elephant stood still, listening for any sounds available. But there were none. Whoever this was, was good. Able to stay silent, but not able to hide the evil aura pouring off them like water. 'You first, brother' Kafeel suggested in his mind, giving the gorilla a gentle nudge in the direction where the aura seemed the most potent. 'With pleasure...' the ape growled before charging into the under-growth, arms raised and fangs bared ready for whatever was out there.

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Flint's eyes widened in excitement as he fiercely nodded his head to Badziil's words. He wasn't exactly sure why he was nodding to something, where he really didn't have a say in the matter; but just felt the need to. Perhaps to give him something to do. Flint even accepted that he had to become 'one' with the tribe or whatever. He was willing to learn how to be one of them, if he was going to be allowed to learn how to turn into an animal. Flint was still sceptical about which animal he would transform into. Of course a lion was a pretty cool thing, but the teenager just didn't think his luck would be that good. There were only so many cool things that could happen to you, before all of the finally ran out. Knowing him, he'd turn into a chameleon...or a fly. Yeah- he could see it now. All that hype about him turning into a bad*ass lion, and he would be the one to transform into a fly. Well- He supposed someone had to be the fly. The teenager sighed, it was going to be him wasn't it...

His inner thoughts about what was going to happen to him once in fly form, were soon cut-off when he noticed Badziil and Achuk standing very still and very tense. Had he done something else? Did they not think he was great-full enough? Flint didn't really know the customs of this place, and so was beginning to question his every move. Was he standing correctly, was he addressing these people in the correct way..and so on and so forth. Flint had heard stories of ignorant tourists getting into trouble in other countries because they hadn't read up on the customs of said country. He knew, he should've listened more when that representative came in to talk to his class. All Flint could remember from that day; was feeling extremely bored, before leaning on one hand and having a nap. That's karma for you.

But obviously that was not the case. Before Flint could even process what was going on, two pairs of rough hands, gripped either of his shoulders, forcefully dragging the teenager away from whatever was going on.

"H-Hey, what's going on?!" He cried out at the diminishing form of the only man he really trusted right now. Reaching a hand out, he struggled against the strong grips of the two dragging him, but was unsuccessful. They must've been warriors or something, because no matter how hard the teenager struggled, he could not shake their iron hands free from him. Okay- he was panicking now. Just like everyone around him, who was rushing inside their tents and into safety. Flint had no clue where he was going...he'd not been a part of this tribe long enough to have been assigned a tent. Where would he stay...? For a few seconds, he felt the fingers digging into his arms relax slightly, his captors obviously thinking he'd given up. With a last-ditch effort, he squirmed and struggled once more, hoping to have the element of surprise on his side. That didn't happen. For some reason; these two seemed to know what he was going to do, before he did it which was incredibly frustrating for the teenager. Just as he was in mid-struggle, Flint caught the eye of a large man, followed be two others who were heading toward Badziil and Achuk; determination set on their features. Something about the three, caused Flint to cease his movement so as to watch them curiously from the corner of his eye. All the 17-year-old could see was the three conversing with Achuk, not particularly interesting until.

"Wow..." Flint whispered, eyes wide as he watched the guy from before explode from his clothes in a furry mess, eventually forming an enormous male gorilla. Moments later his eyes managed to widen even further, when the second man shedded his human form for that of a gigantic elephant. Both looked very, very powerful, causing the teenager to gulp but turn his attention to the third figure who still hadn't changed. By now it was becoming increasingly difficult to watch as the strong men were continuing to pull him away, however he didn't really have to strain his neck for too long. The third man jogged away from the scene and past him, heading towards the long grass on the out-skirts of the camp. Flint continued to watch in fascination, as his body thinned dramatically, and he let his clothes drop to the ground. But before Flint could really see what creature he'd turned into the majority of his form was gone. The only thing the teenager managed to catch was the last foot or so of his snake-tail winding it's way through the tall grass.

Okay...That was cool.

This time, he stopped his movement for certain and just followed the men to wherever they were taking him. Neither of them, seemed particularly inclined to look Flint in the eye, probably still not trusting this stranger. The only reason why they were doing this; was because the great and powerful shaman had asked them to. But- Flint wouldn't complain...they were taking to safety after all. And it wasn't even that far away. Perhaps a minute and a half of brisk walking, and Flint came across the strangest tree he had ever seen. Two branches knotted together, turning this piece of flora into a very iconic image for the young man. Eyes cast upwards in wonder, Flint gazed at the tall branches with a multitude of leaves feathering from them. How pretty. But these two didn't seem to share his enthusiasm about the place, the moment they were in sight of the tree, they both let go of his arms and did some weird hand sign over their eyes and neck. It was a little like how christians make a little cross over their heart as a quick prayer in a place of special status. That's what these two looked like they were doing. Why...? Flint didn't know, nor was he paying that much attention to what they'd done to be able to replicate it. He was about to ask the two what it meant, but was stopped when one tapped him on the shoulder gingerly. Plastering a tight smile on his face, Flint looked at them making it obvious that this man had his attention.

"There's a little door at the base of the tree...go through it, and wait there" He instructed, before gesturing his friend to follow him back the way they came, leaving Flint alone. Even though there was probably some kind of exciting battle going on back at the camp, everything seemed eerily quiet. Just the occasional rustling of leaves caused by the wind was the only comforting sound for the teenager. Huffing, Flint sauntered over to the base of the large tree and inspected it. The door wasn't all that obvious if you didn't know it was there; but Flint knew what to look for, and so spotted it easily. Sighing, he wrenched the rusted thing open and looked inside and gasped. Well- what had he really expected anyway? A miniature cottage inside like a little smurf? If he was honest; that was what he'd been expecting. Well no. That's not what was there. As soon as you entered, you had to go down a small number of stairs into a dark and dank blackness. Thankfully, Flint had his mobile phone to use as a torch, therefore lighting up a small area around him. But it was enough. Enough for Flint to see that this 'room' was infact a giant tunnel, what looked like it continued on forever.

"D*mn" He whispered into the almost pitch blackness around him.

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Maslow watched the people in the camp scurry around like little mice in a cage. How pathetic, they could get frightened over something so easily.. But than again she was quite frightening. She knew that, and she knew that she could use it to her advantage. If people were so easily startled by her than she could have some fun with it. But for right now, even though it was hilarious to watch them run about in pure terror, charging into their tents, and trying to get some defense up, she knew that her primarily focus had to be directed upon Flint. He was her target after all and he was the one that would be the most wanted by the spirit. Even though he had told her to leave no survivors, if it came to that then she would just make away with Flint, and leave the others. But she hoped that, that wasn't going to be that case. She would like to have some fun with messing up of a few of their faces. Especially since she could tell just by looks and scents that some of these were related to some of the people that were in her tribe when she lived. She would want to slaughter them, for not backing her up, or for tripping her father into the downfall of himself. Oh how she wanted them to pay, oh how badly the rage burned through her veins, the idea of them being dead made her a bit excited, and a cocky smirk lay on her face. She knew that when - or well if, she could kill the tribes members than she would have fun - oh yes! Much, much fun... Maybe this made her seem like she was a bit demented, or like she was some kind of twisted monster.. but well in truth, she was.

She watched as they hauled Flint off to some "disclosed" location which she knew well enough would be the twin trees. Ah yes the trees, she remembered when she was a child her, and some of her friends went to the trees while the tribes warriors were still busy digging it out. They weren't supposed to, though it looked like it could be an interesting adventure. Or at least in the eyes of a ten year old Maslow. She and her friends had entered it, even though it was unstable and only half complete. Let's just say that it took less than five minutes for them to make the cave collapse in on itself. No one was hurt, but everyone was in a lot of trouble. It may or may not have been her idea to enter the cave in the first place... Though she wasn't the one jumping all around in the cave. But that didn't even seem to matter, everyone got punished as equal, and they weren't allowed to train, which was a bummer. Every kid wanted to train, and to learn more and more of what they could achive with their gifts. But her father had been strict and had made his point clear. They were not to do anything that might cause them amusment for the longest time imaginable. This also meant working more than normal, and truthfully they all worked hard enough most of the time. But whatever, this was all off point. The point was that she needed to get to Flint, and she needed to make away with him, before he got away and she would have to chase after him.

As she was about to run off towards the direction in which he was being hauled off, a large gorilla appeared from out of the bushes. Snarling Maslow lunged at the beast, he fought back though, and slammed his large fists against her back, shaking her up a bit. This was just making her more angry though, and she bit deep into the money's neck. He tossed and turned, trying to shake her off, though her jaws of monsterus sized, and she had a grip that could kill even with just the glint of one tooth. She raked her claws against his shoulder, and the large ape howled out in pain. He then swang at her, hitting her shoulder, and causing her to fall off of him. At the same time though her jaws had ripped down from his neck to his shoulder and he was bleeding quite heavily now. She imagined that she must have hit one of his major veins. Licking the blood from her lips, she snarled like the beast she was, and jumped onto the ape's back, biting down into his shoulder, and crunching down into the bone. The monkey hollar, and fell back, slamming her against the ground. She was shook up, but she still refused to let go. Pushing down with all her strength, the ape finally got up, but tried to toss her off again. Bitterly she refused to let go, and he fualtered tumpling over slightly, as she jumped off, and rammed into his chest, making him fall back unconcious.

Expecting that she was done, Maslow was caught off guard when she heard a large sound that sounded kinda, well kinda like an elephant. "Oh my god." Her mind spoke, as her tiger jaw fell open as she saw the large creature approach. How would she take this? How, how, ho-... Yes, now she knew. Smirking she ran towards him, he swung at her, attempting to hit her with his tusks, though she slipped away before he could. Continuing towards him, she jumped on his trunk, and bit down, very very deep, until she was all the way through. If she cut of his air he would not be able to attack her and would pass out. He was swinging her though, and pretty much dragged her across the ground. It was painful, and she was pretty sure that a couple of her ribs had broken. But with each swing the shifter was getting weaker, and weaker. Until finally it was hardly even a swing anymore, and she made her move. Lunging up, she jumped onto his face and using her claws, clawed through his eyes, making him screech and wildly tumble around. Jumping back to the ground, she was just in time to watch him fall.. right ontop of the gorilla. "Hah, like they really thought that they could beat me." Her mind spoke with a chuckle, as she chuffed slightly.

Turning, she tried to walk down to the camp - tried to anyways. Soon she heard a hiss, and suddenly something lunged at her tripping her up, and making her fall to the ground. It was over the half end of her body and she noted that it was a snake - a large powerful looking one. Struggling she tried to evade the grasp, but he was tight around her, and her legs were starting to go a deathly numb. She pulled herself up, trying to bite down on him, when he lunged fangs first at her face, she felt his fangs dig into her nose and under her eyes. It was painful, and she tried to get him to release her, but it seemed like it wasn't going to work. Suddenly she had a plan, using one of her front paws feebiliy she slashed him down the neck, it was an instant kill, and the snake's head fell off, as the now broken body fell to the ground. Pushing herself away, she thought she heard movement from the elephant, and so she scampered off down into the camp where the men - where still men. A spear was thrown at her, and though she dodged, it slashed down one of her sides, causing her aggressively to jump at the man who had thrown it, and bite him through the neck. At the same time now another man came over with a dagger and dug it into her shoulder. Pain flashed through her, but she turned around and slashed him down the chest with her claws, which had a deep impact like little knives. The dagger was burning though, and her shoulder was on fire.

Fighting off two more men with a few swipes, and a couple of more gashes on her hide, she watched as they seemed to fall back, running to the tent entrances to protect their members. She licked her bloodied lips though, she couldn't be bothered by these idiots, at least not until after the prized pig was cut into little slices of bacon. Running in the direction of the twin trees like lightning, she thought she heard someone yell to chase after her, she ignored it though, and continued to run. There were two men at the twin trees each with a long knife and a dagger. She lunged at one of the men, killing him with a swift blow, and for the other, she slashed down his face. Not killing, but making him pass out from the weakness of the blood that was pouring out of his face. Smirking she looked at the entrance of the tunnel. She wished to be human when she interrigated Flint before his death, and so swiftly she changed back into her human form. Wincing as the dagger in the shoulder seemed to become more serve in this form, and pulled it out with a painful wince, and tossed it to the ground. Opening the tunnel, while gripping her shoulders, she whistled slightly like you would to summon a dog, "oh Flint?" She called like she was playing hide-and-go seek, "come out, come out wherever you are."

[Airmid]

As soon as he'd stepped foot into this dark, dank tunnel; Flint could tell something was up. Or rather- something had been up. There was a presence about this place. A malevolent presence that sent a spine-tingling chill down his spine, causing his senses to be on high-alert. If he shut off his phone and closed his eyes for a few minutes, the teenager could almost hear voices echoing around. An innocent giggle here, the war cry of a man who's voice he didn't recognise there. For a second, his already pounding heart began to beat even further as; for just one moment, he was able to feel the crackling warmth of a fire against his legs, the familiar gut-wrenching feeling of belonging and then a voice. Old. Wise. Comforting. She was telling a story, in another language he didn't recognise, but...the way it sounded caused him to flinch and hold his breath for a moment, before exhaling slowly. Flint opened his eyes once more and reached out blindly in the darkness to find a wall. Wet and slimey, Flint didn't care, he just leaned against the wall and slid down it to rest his forehead in his arms. This is all happening too fast. Earlier today, he'd been making his way to detention, and now he was hiding from some strange enemy. Wait- it was evening now. Meaning; he'd either been out of it for a really short period of time, or a really long period of time. Flint was pretty sure it was the latter, and he wasn't surprised his parents hadn't called the cops out in a search and rescue effort. They were usually too busy with each other to worry about him.

Sighing once more, Flint rose to his feet and stumbled around in the darkness once more, until he felt the familiar soft and wooden texture of the large old door that separated him from the outside world. Frustration rose in his chest, as he thought about all the action that was going on outside, without him. Sure it could be dangerous, but these people had been nothing but courteous to him since arriving and he didn't want any of them to die on his behalf. But- it seemed as if that wasn't the way. Underneath the door, Flint could see the tiniest amount of light shining through. As if it were his only light source, Flint's eyes grasped on to that light in order to illuminate at least some of the place he was in. The teenager sighed in relief at the natural light; his mobile phone screen was beginning to give him a headache and this change of pace was nice. Until...frowning, Flint listened a little harder to the faint shouts along with occasional snarls wafting through the walls of his prison. They seemed to be coming closer. Eagerly, Flint pressed his ear even closer to the door in order to hear better, however pulled back abruptly in shock and fear. It had been so close too! The sound of a man's sob echoed inside the teenagers head, as he did the only thing that felt natural right now.

Run. Run fast.

Like lightening, he sped off in the opposite direction of the door, further and further into the black abyss trying to be anywhere than by that door. All too soon, he reached a 'T' junction, however Flint was unaware of this. To him, this seemed like the end of the road for him. What is it they'd done in Jurassic Park?! Stay still, and don't move. No sooner, had he calmed his heavy breathing, and swallowed thickly, the heavy wooden door slammed open revealing the silhouette of a girl, before crashing shut, making this stranger invisible once more. If he couldn't see her, she couldn't see him. Hopefully.

Although, the first thing he noticed about this war-monger was her smell. Usually, Flint didn't take note of a person's particular smell, but he couldn't ignore this. It made his stomach queasy and his legs wobble. In an attempt to cease his body's readiness to throw up, Flint covered his mouth with a hand to try and block the smell. It didn't work. And why was he still shirtless?! "Oh God..." He groaned into his hand, before he could stop himself. Immediately, Flint clamped his mouth shut and froze, in case she had heard him. She hadn't tried to murder him yet, so he was in the clear it seemed. So he took his time and thought. This girl was covered in blood. And she obviously wasn't a friendly, what with the way she'd mocked him as if he was a simple dog, meaning... Flint dropped his hand, along with his jaw which fell wide open in shock. Had she- Had she killed any of the tribe members? Ignoring the sickly metallic smell of the blood in the air, Flint's mind continued to reel as he also continued to sniff the air. He had no idea if there were any deaths as a result of this girl, but he was certain she'd caused major damage to many of the warriors here. For a second, Flint thought back to a few moments earlier when he'd heard that man sobbing outside. Grieving for a loved one? Or a dying man's last words? Either way, the situation was terrible and Flint wouldn't stand for it.

Nails digging into his already muddy palms, Flint plucked up the courage to move forwards, his mouth set into a hard line. Yet once again his advance was stopped when his nose picked up something else. Something all to familiar, that made him shake with rage. It was blood, yes...but the blood was so familiar he could've been standing next to them now. It was in her hair mostly. The blood of not just his father, but his mother too. This new-found rage was beginning to effect, not just his personality, but other aspect too. It was becoming increasingly easier to see in this dark tunnel, and the angrier he became the more invincible he felt. By now, the feeling was beginning to overtake him, and he could now see the brunette perfectly, eyes reflecting like moons as they changed along with his sanity. But what she was wearing set him off.

She even had the guts to wear his favourite muscle shirt and jeans! Granted the jeans no longer fit him, but the fact she was wearing his clothes only proved his worst fears. She'd come to his house...and his parents were now dead.

In a fit of rage he lunged at her, snarling in such a way no human would be able to make. He must've jumped further than the longest long-jumper because mid-air he even had time to let the rage inside him explode out like a big hate filled firework. The feeling consumed him for a moment, and in the blink of an eye; Flint was no longer mid-air eyes narrowed with intent to kill, but a gargantuan white male lion claws extended, ready to rake them across this enemy's face. It seemed his first ever transformation had been a success. And the fact caught the brute off-guard as he wobbled in the air and landed on the ground in surprise. So he was a lion! Flint had seconds to look himself over, as he was pretty sure that this girl would change like he'd done and beat him with experience. So he was quick. Everything, and I mean everything had been multiplied by at least ten. His sight was absolutely perfect, making out the various shades of blacks and greys on the walls. His sense of smell was even more sensitive to the feline, however it the scent of blood didn't cause him to gag like usual..if anything it key'd him up even more. The fur on his body, informed him of the subtle changes in the musty air around him...heck- he could even feel the breathing of the girl nearby. That reminded him.

He needed to kill her.

Snarling once more, the lion whipped round with a large paw aimed to strike a powerful blow to the face. If he landed it, she'd be knocked out; however Flint was sure she'd be much too experienced with fighting to get knocked down by such a simple move. For some reason, his body told him to retreat backwards, eyes locked on her for a moment, before charging once more and attempting to knock her to the floor. Before he knew it; he was backing away only a little this time, before rising up on his back legs to 'box' against her in mid-air. She was a tiger and he was a lion. Yes- the tiger was supposed to be bigger than a lion, but Flint was a male. A male in his prime at that; meaning the two would be virtually equal in power. Flint just hoped, her previous wounds would be a hindrance to her to give him the advantage. When the strength in his back-legs gave out, he dropped to the floor earning a scratch under his left eye for dropping to the floor before she did. Growling softly, he took a few paces back before aiming to tare at her exposed under-belly before she dropped to the floor once more.

His first fight was going exceptionally well; he thought proudly to himself as he inspected the damage he'd done. The white brute was about to go in for another bout of vicious attacks, but the fact that the large door managed to swing off it's hinges aggressively caused him to stop and stare. There was the enormous bear that was Achuck, already charging the two battling felines with blind rage. His force managed to knock the wind out of Flint, and he didn't know what happened to the tiger but before he knew it, he was on his back snarling and fending off the huge grizzly that seemed to believe Flint was on her side. Flint wished he knew how to talk bear, so he could explain that he wasn't an enemy.

"Achuk!" The familiar cry of Bidziil rocked Flint, and stopping the bear in his tracks, who was still facing Flint. The temporary silence only lasted mere second though, because; before Flint knew what was happening Bidziil was throwing a sturdy-looking net in the direction of the three animals. Still shell-shocked, Flint closed his eyes and pinned back his ears, waiting for the inevitable.

But it didn't come. Who had been caught then?

[R0be0]

Maslow had been surprised on how well he could hide - that was, for the first while, soon she heard an 'oh god' and she knew that he was here. Smirking to herself she realized how easy that it would have been to track him, even if he wasn't in this tunnel. You always had to be silent around your enemies, and if you weren't they could and probably would kill you. Her smirking was still undying as she continued in the direction in which she had heard the sound. She was feeling quite cocky now, and figured that it would be unlikely for him to be able to escape. He had wasted his one advantage and that was to be able to have a slight head start in hiding. Cracking her neck slightly, but wincing in pain when he head came in brief contact with her shoulder wound, she headed towards the boy, until finally she could see him. Her eyes narrowed with the pure darkness that had consumed her. Her face was locked in a twisted and demonic glow. It was not the look of someone that you wanted to see, let alone in the middle of a dark tunnel. Her hands were formed into fists, and even though he shoulder ached and burned she knew that she would have to fight him. She would win of course, but now he had an opening, if he was smart enough to use it. So far she was not impressed with his intelligence, and so she doubted that he would realize anything like that.

Is this really who the boss wanted me to kill? He's not bright, nor does he seem to have any notible qualities at first glance. I would have thought that the elder god would have had someone better than this. More than again the elder god was a fool and so I suppose that it would make sense that him reborn would be just as idiotic. Her thoughts were thought in a sour tone as she thought about how stupid this was going to be. There was no way that the great spirit would honor her for this, he was a weakling. This had been a trap! A silly little game that he had made up and so she would be landed with someone that wouldn't even have put up a fight. Was this even the elder god? Probably not. Suddenly though she felt a cramp pile up in her chest, she knew it was the boss spirit, probably punishing her for thinking that he would have done that. Because of the sudden pain she was caught off guard when he lunged at her, though as the pain quickly deminished, she managed to regain her balance. But suddenly shocked covered her instead. He was a lion, and not only that but an albino one at that. That was, well, that was.. strange. She didn't thinkl that she had ever met someone that could turn into a lion. Nope, not in all of her years. It had been even rare for her to turn into a tiger, and now that she had become a black tiger, she was pretty sure that she was the only one of those in the world. Suddenly she shook her head to get out of her thoughts, just in time to, as she managed to escape a claw attempt across her face. It still hurt having to jerkily back off, as it made her should bleed depper. That was a pretty serve wound as it was, but she would still be able to take this this naive amatuer right?

Figuring that she needed to take this to a proper level, she turned herself into her tiger form, and look at him with a snarl, "fool! You are weak!" She hissed in her mind. She watched him with wrapped attention, quickly making sure her defensives were kept, though lashing out, when given the change to slash him under the eye. Her claws were long and sharp, of course she figured that his were as well. They were given the claws that they had because the real felines they impresonated needed them to survive, to hunt for prey. But that was what she was doing wasn't it? Hunting for prey?

She didn't manage to invade his attack on her belly though, and felt some pain as she could feel the claws rip through her flesh. He wasn't a bad fighter, though he was a newbie, he didn't know much. Sure, he had probably never even fought in his life before, not in a serious fight like this anyways. He probably knew nothing about fighting, and was just going with what he felt was right in the moment. She knew that, that worked as well, but she was a trained vetern, in the end he would have nothing against her and everything that she knew. As she was about to lunge at him again though, she turned as she saw a large brown bear charging towards her and Flint. Eyes narrowing, she lunged herself at the bear, as he lunged himself at Flint. It seemed odd that now she was attacking the creature that was attacking the target. But she had been pissed off. She had to kill him! Her. No one could infere not at all.

That's when she heard a name being called - Achuk, that was the current leader right? And a few seconds later, a large net was tossed around her, slamming her to the ground and stopping her from attacking the bear. Snarling and growling, her mind's voice shouted out to everyone that was here. "How dare you?! I will murder you all with one swift move of my claws and you'll wish that you hadn't done this to me! Her mind's voice was shouting, and she could see the bear wince a bit. A man that had entered, an elder man, who she guessed was the Shaman seemed unphased by her mind's language. She snarled and growled, as she desperatly tried to rip through the net that was covering her. But it seemed like it was tougher than she would have imagined. What was this made of? Something that clearly didn't let a tiger's claws go through it, which seemed like that couldn't be much. Her claws were some of the most powerful in the world, and so she was naturally able to tear through almost anything. But not this. It didn't make any sense to her.

"Try all you might, you will not get the net broken." The shaman spoke in a calm tone which made Maslow sick. "It is woven with the magical beads of strength, and derability. Nothing will break them, not even the most powerful magic in the world." The elder didn't seem to be puzzled at all by this scene. Which was opposite to the man who had shifted from the bear. He looked at Maslow was pure loathing in his face.

"You! You have slaughtered most of the clan's warriors!"

"And I enjoyed every second of it."

The clan leader tried to lunge at the net and her, but th shaman gripped his arm before he could, and pulled him back. The elder looked at her with a slightly sad look, "you have been working for Shi-Lun correct? On a mission that could very well benefit you in the rank of things. Oh yes, I see it now, you wanted to prove yourseld by taking this mission against your own kind. You wanted this mission and so you could get in good with your leader. Loyal, yes, I can see that. You burn with good traits as well as bad, but we all do. You are brave, strong, loyal, and intelligent. However you have made the wrong path choice in life."

Even though it frightened her a bit that the shaman knew so much about why she was taking the mission, she growled when he had told her that she was in the wrong. "No! You are the pathetic, worthless, stupid, fools! I have done the right thing, I have become more powerful than you ever could have been."

The shaman frowned slightly, "you have fire. But that is dangerous." The shaman walked over to the net andwith a flick of his hand the net was gone but in it's place a large spiked collar was around her neck, two leashes connecting to the collar. It seemed though that Maslow still couldn't move. "You can only move with the movement of others which means you cannot attack us. Now Achuk you take one side, Flint you shall take the other." He nodded to the two of them.

Maslow growled angrily. The simple mission of killing the boy had backfired, and now she was captured. Awaiting fate.

[Airmid]

Flint thought he'd been fighting pretty well up to a point. Sure this girl had much more experience than him, but the fact that she was already injured worked to his advantage, and Flint grunted in satisfaction as he felt some of her soft flesh rip due to his brutal attack. So everything had been going well. He'd even received a cool battle-scar that he could show off to anyone interested later on. That is until; he'd nearly had the crud beaten out of him by a raging Achuk in bear form, for some reason ignoring the enemy and attacking him! The two animals were so caught up in each other, they didn't notice the large tigress get trapped underneath the net at first. Until of course Bidziil pointed it out to her why she couldn't seem to break free. As the bear slowly moved off the feline, Flint grumbled and shoved him off a little harder than expected, but he wasn't about to apologise. For the moment, he was still in lion form, taking in the sights as smells of this new place. Fuzzy ears swivled to look down at the elderly shaman, as he gestured at the small blue-ish grey beads that had been incorporated into the net. Everytime the prisoner struggled, they would shine a little brighter and perhaps even constrict her movements a little. Not enough to harm her though. Which wasn't what Flint wanted right now. She'd killed so many innocent people, including his parents, and she needed to pay for it. The enormous feline's eyes only narrowed further in agreement to Achuk as he accused her of killing most of the tribe warriors, to which he heard an invisible reply and lunged at her. What had she said? Flint wished he knew. Well- if he thought about it and concentrated, he could hear the echo of something, a faint voice laced with venom. He guessed that it was her, but the teenager knew he wasn't quite ready to learn how to communicate telepathically yet.

Mentally sighing, he whipped his face to look at the shaman who had addressed he and Achuk. The latter of which frowned and raised an eyebrow in confusion. He still obviously didn't get that he, Flint Sykes, was the huge male albino lion stood in front of him. Being a bear had probably messed his mind up. But that left the teenager with a problem. How do you change back into a human? This form felt more familiar and comfortable to him than being a teenage boy ever had. But- he knew that to do anything, he would need to change back. Sitting down thoughtfully, the lion closed his eyes for a moment; hoping that the silly action would help him change forms once more. No such luck. Breathing heavily, he tried again. Whining a low grumble under his breath, Flint repressed the urge to hit something in frustration. Which was weird really... Usually, Flint was a relatively mellow person, only striking someone with intent to hurt when it was serious. Right now; he was so pumped up, he wanted to release the tigress for her net to have a round two. Tail lashing back and forth, the feline realised that probably wasn't one of his more genius ideas. One thing he did learn was; in this form, he was much more aggressive, brasher and probably stupider. The amount of testosterone probably pumping through his veins right now would be unbearable to some. It was a little bit embarrassing, and he hoped that she couldn't tell. He was sure Bidziil and Achuk knew what was going on, but they probably encountered it all the time. Flint wasn't so sure with her...

But anyway. If he was more angrier as a lion than human, perhaps he needed to just calm down and his body would return back to normal. Swallowing thickly, the lion relaxed his posture and let out a gust of air from his maw to try and slow his heartbeat. And it did. Almost immediately after, Flint could feel the extra fur sprouting from his head retreating into his skull along with all the other fur around his body. The teenager wasn't naked to, thank god. For some reason after transforming back into a human, he was still wearing the same skinny jeans from before. Although, he did shiver at the feeling of the cool air hitting his chest, causing goose bumps to rise, and a shiver to run down his spine, but other than that he was okay. The small scratch underneath his eye, had reduced in size too, only leaving a small cut that ran the length of his eye, which wasn't enough to cause him any pain. The teenager had so many questions about what was going to happen, it was almost painful; but what with that serious look on Bidziil's face, he decided to better quell those urges for a while. With a stiff nod, he obediently picked up a piece of rope, and slumped a little, feeling his own energy being drained slightly due to the spiked collar around her neck, needing his and Achuk's own energy to allow it's captor to walk.

Bidziil, too old for a job like that, took the lead and roughly pushed the door open further wincing at the bright light making it's way inside their little den. Sighing heavily, he walked out of the tunnel and beckoned the two to pull the tigress along, weather she was in human or animal form it didn't matter. Without muttering a word, Flint and Achuk lead her outside, both of them mimicking the elderly gentleman's actions by breathing in heavily through their noses.

"How will the injured fare, do you think Bidziil?" The sudden concerned tone of the leader made Flint jump before glancing at the tigress who'd caused all this. "The ones that have survived until now, should live with only minor injuries" Bidziil answered reassuringly, however it was obvious that wasn't what he wanted to talk about right now. With a thoughtful frown, he turned around to eye Flint and the tigress with interest.

"She's got experience..."

Was the only thing he muttered, looking at the black feline up and down, rubbing a hand up and down his temple. "This attack has left us without trainers...I can't do it" He continued to mutter to himself, however Achuk's eyes widened as he caught on to what the shaman was thinking.

"No. No definitely not. I can't believe you're even thinking about it!" He exclaimed pointing an accusing finger at the captured female and sending her a hateful glare. However, Bidziil had made his mind up and turned to look at Achuk imploringly.

"Flint will be able to control the amount of movement she has, and we can promise her freedom!" He suggested proudly, gesturing to the large transformer. Flint watched as Achuk couldn't come up with a counter argument and slumped his shoulders in defeat. But Flint had no idea what the two were even talking about.

"Wait, wait, wait..." He interrupted, causing the two older men to whip their heads in his direction "What are you talking about?" The teenager questioned, which caused Bidziil to smirk. "You can have my shaman tent" He began, earning a wide grin from Flint, however the shaman continued "And you will be sharing it with her." He finished bluntly, jerking his head in the girls direction and causing Flint's jaw to drop. "Why?!" He exclaimed in disgust, glaring at the female beside him. Bidziil's smirk widened.

"Because she'd going to train you to fight"