Kenyari had been training himself and been training his friend Uzziah for many days now at these waterfalls. He was always alone so never had he worried about some intrusion or anything of the sorts. All he had to do was focus himself to his training for he had a large plan on an assault on a group of people that attacked him not long ago and he planned on completely destroying them leaving nothing behind. But in order to do that he would have to hone his skills more because they really did their toll the first time and he was not ready yet.

Kenyari also wanted to learn how to master his full demon inside of him. He had been able to use the demon form once or twice but he was unable to control himself and ended up waking up the next day and behind him laid bunch of ruins all caused by him. Kenyari loved the destruction he could cause but he wanted to be able to fully harness that power and use it to its fullest ability at his will. That’s why Kenyari devoted himself to these falls until he was physically and mentally able to handle his normal self and his demon self.

Uzziah practiced his blowing fire as Kenyari tested his endurance on the heavy piles of water from the waterfall. The heavy water beat down on him hard but Kenyari fought through it all and stayed under there. It tested his abilities on physical resistance and this would sooner or later train him to be able to take normal hits without having to give into it. Kenyari had also learned more about his powers the day before testing his magic and his magic’s full power being able to do massive damage at full power.

Kenyari stayed under the falls for nearly a half a day before his body finally gave in and he was consumed by the lakes water. Kenyari swam to the edge of the water and climbed out quickly coughing slightly as he just laid there. Being able to stand under the heavy pounds of water that constantly fell upon a body was tiresome to almost anyone.

Kenyari just laid there as he regained his strength and night fell upon the falls. The demon moved under a tree and looked at Uzziah continuing to train nonstop. The half demon smiled as he thought about all the times Uzziah had saved him and all the times he saved Uzziah. The two of them were nearly best of friends. They didn’t act as master and slave function but more of two best friends that fought together always.

Kenyari kept smiling as he slowly drifted off to sleep under the confines of this big tree as the roars of Uzziah slowly put him to sleep more and more. Kenyari’s two swords were hidden away just in case another person actually came and Uzziah always slept up in the trees so he could watch over Kenyari. Today proved good for his training as he fully fell into a sleep state feeling relieved that the day was finally over. ~or was it~

Morgo walked through the falls, his two companions at his side. There was Aha, his lupine minion. He was a minion in the eyes of the world, but a great battle comrade to the orc. He was equal in his eyes, but they only had a steady friendship based off respect, not love.

Next was the large alligator, Xoac. He was with Morgo ever since birth. The alligator was the only thing the heartless orc truly loved, for they grew up together. They trained, and fought. Xoac was a very martial reptile.

Morgo continued to walk through the lush atmosphere, the noise of the falls drowning out the buzz of insects and croaks of toads and frogs. Morgo was temporarily at peace, and he relaxed at the lush atmosphere. But the moment was over as quickly as it began, and he went into a state of madness.

Blood. That was all that was on his mind. Killing, slaughter, death. That was the only thing he could think about. Passion, his passion. He began to run, crashing through the brush of the forest surrounding the falls. He stumbled upon a resting man. He drew Denger's Talon and raised it above his head, but quickly caught himself, putting it back at his side.

If he wanted the best out of the killing, he would need to get close to the man. After the two became 'friends', Morgo would strike unsuspectingly, disarming or preventing movement from him. He would then tie him up, and begin his torturing. Seeing the look of confusion and hurt from Morgo's betrayal would be priceless, as well as his misery and anguish.

Morgo bent down and tapped the man, quietly saying, "I'm lost, can you help me?" with a pleasant and polite tone. "Oh, and don't let the alligator and lupine startle you, they're as friendly as can be," he added with a smile. Xoac and Aha stood behind him, trying their best not to leap at the mans throat.

Morgo shot them a quick glance, giving them a look of disapproval and fury. He hoped that they could behave themselves and do something Morgo would almost never ask them. Be peaceful. Morgo practically spat at the word, for Chaos was his way of life.

Sleep never came easy to Kenyari. He was never fully asleep nor was he ever fully awake. He laid there fully conscious of his surroundings. Fully aware that 3 figures had walked up to him but him being the half asleep seemed to make him not jump up into a defensive state.

The demon smirked as he opened his eyes slightly only to see that it was a orc, lupine, and alligator that had come his way. Uzziah had been high in the trees out of sight, and had known the presence of the three the entire time. Uzziah watched from the tree tops watching, waiting. The slightest movement that signaled actions that could hurt Kenyari he would strike.

Kenyari stood up and brushed himself off slightly. "Your not lost" kenyari thought to himself as he looked at the figures each of them with the fire to strike and the fury to burn raged through them. Kenyari rather figured from the start that this man, no orc, walked through these parts looking for something to kill and came across Kenyari. But kenyari was not the poor defenseless type who he would be able to kill with one strike.

Just the thought of a guy coming all this way only to find Kenyari and want nothing more but to kill. That sounded too much like the half demon, and anyone that was like Kenyari must be killed. Kenyari knew that this would more than likely be a blood shed if he had to go up against all three with only him and Uzziah. Something smart would have to be thought of.

"Where are you trying to go" the demon said in a low tone not trying to sound welcoming but also not trying to sound rude. It was true that kenyari had already caught on to the blood thirstiness of them. It was not that hard to see it all throughout them. And it didn't help that Ken was not in the mood to really make friends or help anyone anyway even if his first thoughts about this orc were wrong.

Kenyari bent down and grabbed his swords and attached one to his waist and one over his back. Kenyari lifted the hood of his cloak and covered his head as he looked at the orc. The demons eyes turned into a blood shot red as that was mostly all you can see of his face because of it being night time now.

"Well as it is i couldn't help you anyway." kenyari said as he quickly and turned his back on them. "I don't know the landscape here either" he said putting one hand up and bringing it back down. Without word kenyari began to walk a simple yet steady pace down the river a little. Kenyari had already planned out his first couple of actions if this brute of a person wanted to start something.

Even if the orc did kenyari was already in the middle of planning numerous counter attacks. Kenyari was not a fighter that should be taken lightly. And having the power of his full demon form, kenyari's destructive power was increased tat much more. If this orc wanted to fill his thirst for blood and chaos then it would not be so easy with kenyari. But kenyari was ready. Bring it!!