As Drenkar lay on the ground, he began to think. Could he really forgive himself of all the things he had done? Kiesu told Drenkar he had the option of returning to the light, but Drenkar knew his sins were to heavy to rid of the easily. Drenkar sat there still thinking, until he heard a twig snap."Who's there?" he said as he sat up, and gripped his dagger waiting for th beast or person to show itself.

A large drow was wandering through a dark and cold place called the Swamp of Shadows, a fitting name, because shadows filled the entire place. The trees there felt like they would crush you or devour you. The drow that was wandering through, trying to get out, was tall, strong, and cruel. His name was Sargtlin Olath. He was in the swamp chasing some prey, but had gotten lost.
Why did the human fool have to come here of all places? I will have to find a way out, but that will not be easy. thought Sargtlin as he walked onwards. A little further into the swamp, he saw a man.
Perhaps he will provide some fun in this bleak environment. thought Sargtlin as he stepped closer, but he stepped on a twig while he was walking towards his target. The man noticed his presence and and sat up, inquiring who was there.
"You will not live to tell anyone my name, so I will tell it. My name is Sargtlin Olath, now, what is your name?" said Sargtlin, stepping out of the shadows and putting one hand on his sword hilt, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Drenkar stood up."What makes you so sure i wont live to tell anyone your name?" he said as he rushed at Sargtlin, and when he was in the mans striking distance. Drenkar threw his dagger hoping to hit, or injure, and distract his target. So he could make his next move

"Because I will kill you." said Sargtlin as he saw the man stand up and charged him. Sargtlin was amused at how rashly the man acted. When the man was in striking distance he drew his sword and swung it sword up to slice the man in half, but the man threw the dagger at him. Sargtlin was surprised by the thought of throwing away his, apparently, only weapon. He stepped to the side and turned his body, dodging all but the tip of it which just barely caught his side and broke skin. He smiled, turned his blade and swung for the man's stomach, then spun himself with the momentum and swung his sword down at his foe's head.
What does this man have up his sleeve? Perhaps he is a mage. Or is he just a fool that he would throw away his only weapon at the beginning of a fight. thought Sargtlin as he made his sword slices.

[[Drenkar just so you know my character in my sig is wrong I am no longer an angel I will explain in the RP but I am a woven creature.]]


Darkness crept back into the lands, rumor spread of a shadow and a nameless fear, to the east came a great thunderous beast by the name of Carevo just Carevo. Born a human man he was quite muscular in build his muscles ripped and shone under this light. The light of the moon. He was slightly frustrated at his attempts to wade through the swamp, his energy depleted and his mind drained he needed sustenance...fresh blood. Sadly such a beautiful man, wading at 6 feet tall, blue-eyed and dashingly good looking was not as he had been. A long scar ran down his face. Thankfully the markings of the beast would soon fade they all had before. He continued through the swamp remembering his journey thus far.

At the age of 15 Carevo a young lad lived with his parents, a squatting pair of farmers with a young teenager with way to many dreams. Carevo would sit alone wondering why his differences with his parents did plague him. After many conversations with himself he made the decision that he was not a creature of horror but of misfortune, they could not be his parents they were to simple. Convinced of this Carevo made a journey through his closets of family history and discovered that he was indeed adopted. Or bought, he was sin all sense a slave but oddly he was never treated as such. Still distressed he traveled out to the dismay of his "parents" deep into the world of Arda. He dredged through many towns in search of the truth; due to his size he was able to always seek employment as a laborer.

On one fine day he managed to track down his family, according to texts in the Panamar Library his was the descendent of a line of royalty. Ecstatic he read on, to his dismay he discovery that his line was cursed and exiled by the kings of Arda, the Gods themselves refused to acknowledge their existence. Feeling as though he had failed, he continued on through the lands with no purpose. Continually seeking work as a laborer he found a permanent job with a shipping company. The work was indeed hard but he managed it.

One dark evening Carevo struck out to complete his duties, it was later than usual but then again a shipment had just arrived that night. Continuing his odd method of reasoning he traveled over the docks with his shipment, he neared his destination when he was stark mad to find a hobo of sorts drunken waddling on the docks. Angered he let go of his load and allowed it to come to rest against a docking port. He approached the man with confidence and anger, he would scare him of and if he was lucky of the drink too. The drunk spotted him approaching and ducked down behind a few barrels. Carevo came loser to the barrels and having arrived at the location he peered a little nervously over the wooden ale stock. He saw the man cowering and staring at the ground. Ashamed at his attitude Carevo attempted to help the man, at first the drunk accepted, but within seconds the beastly drunk ripped off the cloak, to reveal an undead complexion and sharp pointed fangs. He was no drunk but a Vampire and a famished one at that, he ripped into the still stunned Carevo, sucking and drinking deeply. All life drained from Carevo and with the Vampire complete in his thirst it ran for the hills leaving Carevo nearly dead on the floor.

Later in the day one of the shipmen that was expecting an arrival of stock struck out toward the shipping company Carevo worked at, on his way he found a nearly dead Carevo lying unconscious on the wooden planks. In a sort of motherly anguish the sailor picked up Carevo and charted him off to a nearby clergymen and healer. It was a long and ponderous night but Carevo survived the bite and in turn feigned death and rebirth. Nights passed and though he was infected by the vampire's bite the sailors quick action kept the curse at bay. Once Carevo was well enough he left the clergymen and healer and made the decision to go home, he would face his parents and explain it to them.

One night after a long day of traveling Carevo set up camp, he was excited nearly to days from home he was almost there. That was the night that Carevo realized it was his family no matter where is blood had come from. Happy with himself he set out to gather a bit of food from one of his saddlebags when suddenly a massive woven beast jumped from the forest. It snarled and bites at its chomps hoping for a meal and Carevo was a meal. Enraged it jumped onto the young boy and bit deeply into his abdomen. Blood gushed form the wound and the woven creatures eyes turned blood red, it was excited by its meal it was hungrier than it had been. Suddenly the creature felt sort of sick, it backed off the screaming Carevo and began to hack and cough. Black sludge poured form its mouth and just as it was there one moment the next it fell in a heaping lump at Carevo's foot.

Darkness took Carevo it engulfed him. Sparkling lights and bone-crunching agony erupted in him as his body crept into death. It was pulled from Death's hands by a massive dark creature. Carevo's eyes turned black and in that moment he was no longer human. His consciousness was still there but he had the desires of a beast. Deep in his dreams he heard a woman scream and a strong voice yell "Awaken!"

Carevo lurched up; his body to his surprise had no injury, no qualm and no foul. He was whole. Excited he leapt up he was but to days from home, he felt better than ever, happy almost. He continued for the farm.

Carevo the now twenty five year old man shook himself he dared not remember the journey home the fire and ash...with a super sense of hearing he turned his head to witness a twig snap to the west. His blackened claws extended and his eyes turned a solid black, his muscles tensed battle would be upon him, he continued on and came to what appeared to be a clearing...

As Sargtlin brought his sword down, Drenkar moved to the right side, but was a little to slow. Sargtlin had sliced Drenkar's left arm making it useless for the time being. Drenkar felt the pain but didn't pay any attention to it. As he moved to the right Drenkar slid behind Sargtlin, and Drenkar grabbed his dagger. About to stab Sargtlin Drenkar stopped short, looking straight at the eyes of a beast.

"Who are you?" Drenkar shouted at the human-like beast hoping it wasn't about to attack him, but attack sargtlin

Carevo watched with a slight grimace as the two men fought with their swords and weapons. Nothing more than metal sticks nothing like tooth and claw. Carevo drew back his fangs and talons and allowed himself to return to a natural state. He approached the men no longer wary but satisfied. He came forward into the clearing of sorts and sat down within arms reach, well within a swords reach. Satisfied by his choice Carevo looked up at the men and began to speak in a dark tone.

"Lay down your arms, you foolish men. Have you no courage to fight with naught but a sharp stick? You won't survive the forest like this, hell you won't survive an encounter like this. Put them away...."

Carevo trailed off; deep within his mind he heard the screams, the crackle of the fire and the burying corpses. Carevo shook himself yet again from the cod dank hearth of memory. Elated at his new meeting he stood at his full height. Equal to the men that stood before him. He studied them; their weapons were still drawn of course for they had no time to react. A dark skinned Drow and a humanoid of sorts stood before him. By his judgment the Humanoid was an assassin or thief by trade he tread lightly and had small weapons good for quick deaths. More bulky and armed his counter-part the Drow had a long sword and bulk of armor. What a contrast Carevo let out an audible laugh.

"What a pair you two are! Squabbling over nothing I presume? No importance could be drawn form such a dank place. There is neither robbery nor anything of the sort so why fight? What honor is there in it?"

Carevo leaned against a tree he was hungry and famished really. He made the decision to let them live, but toying with then would be quite fun. He leapt up on of the nearby trees and disappeared. Only to reappear above the Drow, hanging from the branch he leaned down and reveled his true nature. This woven black creature snarled its teeth and grinned quite angrily at the Drow. Its body black and its fangs sharp and Vampiric the beast hung from the branch menacingly. Carevo drew his monstrous face toward the Drow. What a sight it would be to watch them flee...even if they didn't he could smell fear it was coming from somewhere. There was no one else around. Carevo drew out a single claw and tickled the bottom of the Drow's throat rather cheatingly as if he could quench the life within. Abruptly Carevo spun upwards and dropped from the tree. IN full form he slowly made the transfer back to the man they had seen before them just moment before.

Carevo turned his head quickly off to the distance he had let the memories of his past in; the rush of death had forced him to remember how he slaughter his family. The voices must be silenced he would have to kill soon, for now he could restrain himself. The black veins of his hybrid nature fully faded away. He was once again the muscular white man he had been always before. Carevo remembered the fear he had experienced so many times and the same twinge that one-day he would lose control and not be able to stop. But then again death was fun.

Conflicting spirits danced within Carevo as he made his choices and his doubts fade away under the undying moon. Half-Lycan...Half-Vampire he might as well be a God.

Sargtlin watched as a blow missed the man, but the other hit it's victim, blood smeared on the blade as it came out of the man's wounded arm, Sargtlin smiled watching the blood drip down the sword blade, the man was about to stab at Sargtlin when the man looked behind Sargtlin. He kept his guard up but took a quick glance behind, seeing a human-like being behind him. He smiled at the human-like beast, as he turned around.
"I do not care if you think I am cowardly for using a sword, and I do not care if you think this fight is not honorable because I do not fight for honor. I fight because I was born and bred to fight. Stay out of this fight, or I will have to annihilate you as well." said Sargtlin, coldly and slowly in his deep voice in response to the words off the beast, as the human-like beast disappeared into the trees, coming back out above Sargtlin. It was more beast-like now, as it hung a large claw in front of Sargtlin's throat, tickling his throat. Sargtlin smiled at the way this dark beast acted, then the beast started turning back into it's human-like form.
I do not care what it does, unless it attempts to hurt me or wants to fight me, for then I will take it's life. thought Sargtlin after the beast had transformed back into it's former form. It did not seem like it wished to fight, so Sargtlin moved back to his original foe to continue the fight.
Perhaps that beast will strike when I am not looking, so I will keep watching it. thought Sargtlin as he kept on eye on the beast.

After a few seconds Drenkar payed no attention to the beast, but focused back on the man trying to kill him."I Underestimated you once,but that will not happen again!." Drenkar shouted at the man as he rushed at him, and a few fight away jumped into the air and landed behind Sargtlin. AfterDrenkar had landed he aimed for a stab between his enemies shoulder blade.

"Perhaps you do not understand what I am, oh well, I will savor your blood none the less." said Sargtlin with a cold, cruel laugh after he had turned his dark figure back to his foe. He watched his foe charge at him again, but this time instead of throwing the cold,steel blade of the dagger at Sargtlin's tall and dark body, the man jumped over Sargtlin's head, landing safely on the other side of Sargtlin's dark figure. As the man jumped over the drow warrior, Sargtlin turned himself so that he was most of the way turned towards his athletic and nimble foe when the man landed on the ground, solid ground, unlike many other parts of the foul swamp. His foe aimed a stab with the dagger's blade for between Sargtlin's shoulder blades, as his foe did this, Sargtlin dropped his body down low enough to avoid the blow, then with his own bloody blade swiped at his foe's ankles with his cold blade. After the swipe at his enemy's ankles, he raised his body up, throwing an uppercut aimed at his foe's jaw as he raised his body from near the ground.
"I may have more to weigh me down, but I am not slow either." said Sargtlin after had just avoided the blade by ducking down.
He had better have something better than just a single stab at my shoulders, for I will not go down as easily as many he has probably fought before. thought Sargtlin after he swung at his foe's ankles.
"Tell me, what is the strongest being you have fought before?" said Sargtlin as he thought back to when he was raised as a child, and then what he and the others like him did to the clan of drow that had raised them. A vile and cruel smile showing the teeth of Sargtlin.

Carevo watched the battle wage on, for the first time in ages his presence made little difference normally vampires and werewolves though feared were considered common very rarely had anyone seen a hybrid before. Quite the interesting mix Carevo pondered, time was not important to him, he always did things best on his own time clock. He never worried about anyone else, call it selfish but he is concerned with himself die or kill that’s the way he lived. Carevo leaned back against a nearby tree, the moss felt nice and cool against his skin. The shards of fire and spark that danced off of the battle occasionally landed at his feet. Carnage was a friend, death a lover to Carevo. Still he had a heart a cold heart but a heart all the same. He continued to watch the battle and millions of thoughts raced through his head. He thought about the power he could wield over these two and the influence that could bring.

They would not be friends never truly Carevo had no friends simply allies a few people to help serve a greater purpose. Carevo was quite an odd being as he thought on it. He was ruthless, cunning and spiteful. He had the attributes of the coldest killer and the most evil God. He was just plain mean, but at the same time he acknowledged the greater purposes he served and the higher causes, there were many more things important than him. He knew this though he avoided it. He had a natural arrogance and attitude; it served him well in instances still he was constantly reminded that he was not immortal. A scrap here and there and he was so bloody you could barely tell the white form from the black. Kind of funny....

Shaking himself both physically and mentally he realized he had let himself trail off for far to long it wouldn't but long before the battle was over and the purpose was served. With the demeanor and courage of a God and the authority of a mortal he spoke quite eloquently.

Jumping into the heat of battle with a quick transformation into his favorite blackened beastly self-Carevo placed a hand on each man's chest as a way of resisting the battle's continuation. Then he spoke his mind.

"Come on now, why squabble like this you are clearly both opinionated and decisive, why not target your anger elsewhere?" he paused... "Why fight when in a fueled fury you can turn your malice towards other creatures? This world is laden with creatures of light and magic. What need does a Drow and a Hasassian need for battle? Are you both not of the same side? Then act like it. I am not implying that you need to love each other but merely tolerate each other. With a keen and almost hateful smile Carevo continued in a more gruff voice. "Turn your attention with mine and seek out those who you feel are intolerant of your cause and continue on and fight to the death as it were. I am sure he would love that...

The battle had stopped for the few seconds he had spoken, hoping it was not a lost cause he realized his pressure against both men's chest. Carevo could have sworn they had leaned in as if pressing to continue but even if he was wrong it was their nature nothing to be ashamed of. He waited calmly and hopefully for an answer. Carevo allowed himself to slip back into memory.

Shaking himself yet again he mourned in his mind and began to relax his hold on the beast within he must feed soon, if they could not come to an agreement and make it out quickly Carevo feared he would turn on them and it would be the end of all of them. In his experience there was only one survivor for every three-way battle, and even he had no sure chance.

” So what is it going to be?” Carevo asked extending a hand and a name, ”Carevo”

Belschazzar wandered through the Swamp of Shadows, the bloodlust driving him to the brink of insanity. A chilling feel engulfed the Swamp as he walked through it, his spikes were twitching with the anticipation of blood. Belschazzar growled at this one little weakness as he continued through the muck. he let out a sigh as the smell of pain greeted him.

A Malicious grin crept across his face as the sounds of battle greeted his ears and the taunts raged between whomever was fighting. He could smell their stenches, one was undead, the other was a drow, and there was another who was a mixture of smells. this battle seemed more interesting as he got closer and closer to the fight, his body slowly shaping into his full demonic form, yet his steps were as silent as a breeze.

He let out a booming laugh as he approached them. the hybrid was holding the two off and Belschazzar could hear what he had said. "Let them fight!" His voice boomed as he made his fully monstrous form known to them. He brought his fist at the hybrid at full swing as he started in on the battle. He flung himself forward a bit and he shook the area slightly as a crazed look overcame his eyes.

After Sargtlin had made his attacks at his agile and nimble foe, he felt the heavy black hand of the dark creature, who had been watching, and now joining the two combatants, on Sargtlin's sturdy chest. The dark creature spoke to the two fighters, asking them if they wanted to make an alliance, then he told them his name, Carevo.
"I serve no purpose or deity, under no banner or king with his pathetic excuse for power, but who knows? I might consider join-" said Sargtlin, he never finished what he was going to say for a huge red demon barged in the conversation and tried to attack Carevo, the creature with them. Sargtlin saw the attack from the beast coming, and tried to shove the beast, Carevo, out of the way of the blow.
Who is this fool? Breaking in on a possible alliance of three creatures of the darkness? Well, I might as well try to keep a monster on my side. Three-on-one should not last to long. thought Sargtlin as he tried to shove Carevo out of the way of the impatient and rash demon's blow. At the same time he tried to get into a position a good distance away from the demon, then he positioned himself in a fighting stance with his mid-guard up, ready for the attacks from the demon.
"Who do you think you are? You try to barge in on a possible alliance of three, and you attack them? What a fool you are, you won't even be worth my time. Unless you are strong enough to take on three creatures of the dark." said Sargtlin as he backed away from his new foe.
I wonder how this will go, perhaps this will turn into a four way brawl. he thought as he studied his foe.

Carevo waited for an answer; by now he had eased back into his human form in an effort to conceal himself and control his hunger, he allowed a full transformation back to his human form. Now white skinned and blue-eyed he stood before the men hands at his side, from behind him he heard harsh steps and cracking matter. With a quick reaction be leapt into the air, seconds before the Drow he had spoken with had attempted to push him out of the way of an onslaught. At this point Carevo did not know what enemy he faced, but it was clear it was vicious and angry. His body tumbled and twisted in the air as with a split second choice he avoided both the protective shove and the thrust of weapon.

Carevo landed softly and expertly behind the creature he had just come to notice that the creature the Drow was protecting him from was in fact a massive red demon. With a stark laugh Carevo let the beast consume him. The demon's punch would hit nothing more than dirt...Carevo was already behind him.

Carevo now battle hungry and angry allowed he to be engulfed and corrupted by the evil in his heart. Vengeance and bloody malice swept through his veins. Black and silver slivering strips of darkness crept up each arm, claws black and sharp extended from each hand. His muscles bulged and his mind raced through images of torture and destruction. His snout began to elongate and transform into a rough and rugged wolven point. His eyes began to transcend to a deep and captivating black color. The smoky veins of darkness crept up over his abdomen as his body crunched and weaved with the transformation. His ribs cracked and jutted out his muscles strengthened and his body elongated. His weight increased under the writhing mass that he had become. His body now fully consumed by the darkness stood, seven foot tall with a five-inch extension. His mass had increased form an average two hundred pounds to a gargantuan three hundred pounds. With a dark eye he looked to his foe armed tooth and claw.

Now fully transformed he ran at a full boar charge toward the demon, guessing that the demon would anticipate his attack Carevo tumbled into the air and twisted over the beast again hoping that if he was right the demon would turn to face him only to realize he was no longer there. It would be a game of reflex and power.

As the battle was ready to rage Carevo within his heart heard the beating of two drums and the hem of two songs

The Song of the Beast

Hunter of the plain
Beast of the full moon
A gun that is glinting with pale moonlight
A man; a hunter watches the world of nature around
As wild horses run the stretch of starlight
And mountain lion's stalk the heavens
That peak their mountains
Savage communal wolves run wild
Singing lovingly to the Hunter of the plain
Chorusing in the forest of shadows
Bison and buffaloes
Stampede into the dust of extinction
Only to turn and come back
White tailed bucks and does
Sleep fitfully in shaded meadows and glens
As the majestic bear sleeps
Well concealed in his cavernous burrow
The downy tipped owl flies the skies
And shrieks the night's scream
As the Hunter of the plains
Slips through the world like a dream
Stalking
Observing
Watching
Patient
Hunter of the plain
Beast of the full moon
Watches and waits
As the man; the hunter with the cold gun
Stalks the night for nature's creatures

The Song of the Night

Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my Death has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.
Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.
All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.
I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.

The Hybrid Carevo was ready for War; his ancestors inspired and gave him the strength to fight, not for vengeance but for lust!

Belschazzar laughed as the hybrid jumped his humongous body. He turned and his tail swept no more than a centimeter over the hybrid's head. "I have no intention of ruining an alliance, but I do intend to feed." Belschazzar roared before he charged the hybrid on all fours. He stopped a moment before reaching the hybrid and jumped, his tail planning to come down upon the enemies head.

When Sargtlin tried to shove the beast, Carevo, out of the way, the beast had turned back into his human-like form and had nimbly jumped out of the way. The demon who had broken in on the fight and conversation earlier, now spoke to the warriors, telling them that it planned on feeding.
He probably does not mean on the creatures around here or on normal food. Well, I don't plan to get eaten by this demon. thought Sargtlin, slightly smirking at his evil foe.
"We'll have to see about that," said Sargtlin, making a deep toned and chillingly sinister laugh, "Now, prove your power." With that Sargtlin watched as Carevo and the demon newcomer went into combat against each other, both seemingly having forgotten the other two fighters. When he saw an opening on the demon, he drew one of his two small and deadly throwing knives, it's blade shining in the bit of light that was there, and threw it's cold, hard blade at the demon's throat. After he had thrown the shimmering weapon, he ran towards the demon. He swung his cold sword blade at his demonic foe's stomach, then tried to hit his foe in the face with a punch, his hand clenched in a fist.
"Do not underestimate your prey," said Sargtlin as he charged his demonic foe, "For they sometimes strike back harder than anticipated, as you will feel now."
This is an interesting turn of events I must say, then again so has been my whole time in this foul swamp. thought Sargtlin as he attacked his foe.