The ground is cold and tainted with the fading colors of death. Even the few trees around the area feel the sting of the haunted grounds, as they fear to grow even the smallest of leaves. Not even the sky of this land shows any sign of hope. The only light that ever shows through is that of the moon. The sun quivers at the thoughts of casting light upon this darkened land.

Orka walks slowly through the empty void which the dead fill, crawling and moaning as the smell of live flesh. The shifters hair blows violently in the wind just as the cloak which rests upon his body. The hood of the cloak gets blown onto his head as he flashes his eyes seeing a freshly lain corpse.

Orka approaches the bloodied body as he sees its still moving. "Plee....ease...hel...p...ma...me....." The voice of a young girl speaks softly. Her pain can be heard by the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes. Orka smiles grimly as he removes his blade from its sheath.

"Help you." The necromancer said with a emotionlessly cold tone. His voice was that of the place he stood...dead. "I will do one better. I will save you." Orka said stabbing the cold blade through the neck of this young girl. A smile breaks across Orka's face as he withdraws the blade and the blood reflects the light of the moon gleaming and radiating the beautiful redness across the sword. The blood drips from the end of the blade as the ligth catches it when it makes a small pool next t the girls cheek.

The Shadow Lord was just wandering about this dead land, more for the sake of memory than for actuall reason. It reminded him of the lands that his master once ruled over a thousand years ago.The continual pesence of death, the smell of ash constantly upon the wind, and the immovable dark clouds that clouded this realm from the light. It was not exactly the same of course. This land was but only a shadow compared to the desolate regions that his master the had ruled.

He weaved his way around the lifeless forms of rotting trees. He occasionally came upon other undead beings, who he paid little mind to, for they possessed too little intelligence to even hope of entertaining him in conversation.

He was about to leave these these lands to once again continue his quest for ultimate power, when he noticed a figure bending over somthing. Upon getting closer he realized it was a fellow necromancer, putting a young girl out of her missery.

"She won't be of any use to you. Whether dead or alive, she is too frail to serve you in combat. Your just wasting your time on the girl." he hissed from the shadows. He stepped out into the moonlight and looked over the man with his glowing red eyes.

Orka looks at the body of the freshly slain girl as he hears a voice come from behind him. It was a voice ass cold as his own. "She won't be of any use to you. Whether dead or alive, she is too frail to serve you in combat. Your just wasting your time on the girl." This strangers voice says as the shifter turns and looks at the shadow which stood behind him.

"Who are you to rule what I can and cannot use as my won in combat? You look as though you are nothing more then darkness afraid to step into the light." Orka said as a small rod drops from his sleeve and he catches it. He points it at the girl's freshly slain corpse. "Reizu" He said as the corpse begins to move.

As the corpse begins to stand Orka points one finger at it. "Hyakuhei" He said in his same cold tone as the deep slashes and gashes put into the corpse fade away. "So run along you little shadow before I decide to make my army one man bigger."

Orka returns his blade stained katana to its resting place as he begins to walk away, but he turns back and looks. "Who do you think you are anyways? Rule of the shadows?"

"I am the Shadow Lord. I have far more experience than you do WHELP!" he hissed, his red eyes glowing more fiercer as his temper began to rise. Who did this little cretin think he was? Had he served a dark master for over one thousand years? Most certainly not by the look of him. He probably was just a common amature necromancer.
"I would stop being disrespectful if I were you. For I am the Shadow Lord! The wraith lord of the shadows" he declared steping out into the moon light. He looked at him deeply. He began to slowly approach the disrespectful, little whelp. He put his hand on the hilt of his longsword that was concealed underneath his robes.
A new thought then hit him. "What if I can get this boy to join me?" He took his hand off his sword and stopped a few feet in front of the other necromancer.
"Do you desire the great powers of darkness?" he asked, not angrily but in cold business like manner. He would have sweetened it if he could have, but such things are beyond a wraith's capabilities. If he could persuade this young necromancer to join him, then he would have yet another new tool to use in his quest for achieving ultimate power.

"Shadow Lord!? HAHA!" Orka laughs almost uncontrollably. "So...let me get this straight? If I join you and I'm hoping the rest of your army, if you even have one, I will become a super powered being?"

Orka ponders the question that he was asked. Is this little shadow boy for real.. The shifter thinks in his head then looks into his equally red glowing eyes. "What makes you think you are worthy to have someone as skilled and powerful as me join you. I have my army of undead and my pirate crew at my hands and could easily rule over these lands with an iron fist." Orka said as if he had any true power. He knows that the time he was gone led his pirate crew to fall apart and his rule over the undead was great yes, but not as complete as he needed to take over just one the navies ships.

"If you can prove to me that you are worthy to be my master then i will join you. But if I defeat you in combat. Then you serve me, as a member of my regal pirate crew." The necromancer laughs as he knows either way he is one step closer to killing of the gods.

The Shadow Lord upon hearing this challenge let his fury fly free. His eyes glowed feircely now as if they were actually red flames. He had had it with this insolent young necromancer. He had made the mistake of underestimated his power, a mistake that would soon cost him his life.
He lifted his head and belted out a hidious earsplitting, screeching cry that reverberated strongly through the air. If anyone had been there, they probably could have literally felt his rage hanging in the atmosphere.
The Shadow Lord drew his blade from its hidden place among his robes. He then raised his hands and muttered something in Black Speech. (using spell blind) He then began to make his way toward him, intent upon hewing him to bits.

((Sorry for the short post ^_^; ))

As soon as Orka heard the deadly scream clapped his hands together as he body began to glow. As if he almost became a plasma Orka's body dropped to the ground as it reformed itself into a wolf. This wolf had a long red mane, and fur the color of flames, his tail was long and upon the end of it rests a flame.

It smelled of sulfur but that fit into the rest of the place. He digs his claws into the ground as he lunges toward the Shadow Lord pulling his left claw back and opening his mouth just as the blind hits him.. He lets out a loud howl in the air that shakes the earth under him. In this howl lay the muffled word: Reizu. Almost understandable to those who can speak. And to those who don't..that word was all they needed to hear.

He seemed to melt before the Shadow Lord's red eyes and then suddenly came back together, but in the shape of wolf instead. The wolf shot a menacing, blood thirsty look at the Shadow lord.
He digged his claws into the ground and he lunged toward the Shadow Lord pulling his left claw back and opening his mouth. He let out a loud howl in the air that shook the earth under him.
The Shadow Lord halted where he was and lifted his hand yet again. He muttered something in Black Speech once again. This time though it was different words. Words that seemed to have an odd energy about them. As soon as he was done hissing the incantation, a small lightning bolt shot out from the palm of his hand towards the morphed, howling necromancer.