Tithdaeron sat under one of the many waterfalls in the area letteing the rushing white liquid poor over his head and across his back. It splashed off of his black wings, coursing along the indents and grooves the bones in them made. Tithdaeron sighed. The beating water was refreshing, and massaging his tired muscles slightly as well. It was a little ironic that someone who had such a bloodlust and control over fire could be so at calm drenched in water.

Tithdaeron looked up from staring at his knees, and his matted white to crimson hair slid across his forehead as he moved. He brushed some of it away lightly, as it was in his eye. His white eyes blinked lightly, and flashes of red, black, and white appeared behind. The true chaotic storm within was ever brewing waiting to fully devour him and do who knows what. What made things seem worse was that there was some sort of greater, chaotic power that he was attracted to.

Tithdaeron could not resist it, nad was on his way there. He didnt know the place or name, but it existed sure enough. Rumors had been heard that there was a Goddess of Chaos rising to power, and Tithdaeron hoped that it wasnt the case. If that was so, he could end up as a servant to her no doubt. That was a fate hw would have to accept. If only he hadnt fallen in love with that young vampire, he would be a good-hearted half-angel. If only if only...

Interupting his self hate and pity, Tithdaeron gazed around. Something had caught his attention, but he wasnt sure what. There was someone here, and it gave him a feeling of good. Peace. Oh great. If its what I think it is, I am not in the mood to deal with it right now. Kill me if you want, you would do the world a favor by removing an abomination such as me from the surface of this land. he thought. E

Pangs rose up through Iveskae's forehead. Something was here, inturrupting his meditations. As he focused, conflicting emotions rushed through mind. The fearful darkness of evil was not there, as well refreshing good was not present either.

Chaos. He remembered it from his time with the goddess. That unsettling feeling that eroded any discipline or solace. Grunting, Iveskae gripped the pommel of his sword and stood up slowly. Focusing on the emotions he could sense someone's arrival up further along the waterfall, and a glint of a white caught Iveskae's attention... One of my own? That is not a pure-breed though is it...No its not. I guess I shall have a little fun.

With a soft mutter, Iveskae phased out and appeared directly above the half-angel. Drawing his sword, Iveskae spread his wings out causing the rune to reach out at Tithdaeron, righteous palms blazing bright white. Though they were an illusion of his wings, most enemies did not recognize that fact...

There. It was closer now. No, above. Yes, the smell, the feeling. A full-breed. Tithdaeron stood up immediatly, but did not draw any weapons or stance. He looked up at the celestial, the water flowed across his face and blured his vision a little. He didnt care, it was nice water, and if he were to be killed today then it might as well be in such a nice place. So much for heading to that immense power he had been feeling for the past few days.

The sun seemed to brighten behind it, him? Her? He couldnt tell. Then, out of seemingly nowhere rushed to blazing palms of white light! Tithdaeron took a step or two back, somewhat taken aback at them. The palms, however, stood still and did not chase him or attempt to grab him. Tithdaeron looked up and saw that the celestial had spread his wings fully, and a small rune was shining on him in the bright sun. A trick of the light. Tithdaeron smiled. He was now behind the waterfall, and was tempted to burst into flames and evaporate the water around himt to create a steam shroud with which to escape, but something told him there wasnt any harm to come just yet. He would wait. "Why would a praised one trouble himself in the existence of such a lowly being as myself?" he asked, using the broken Celestial he could speak, let alone still remember. He had been raised in the Sanctuary of Angels, and at the time his father wanted him to learn it.


Actually speaking it starting bringing back his memory. Hopefully, whoever this was, would respond in Celestial as well and refresh it even more. It might be useful to remember one day, aside from knowing vampiric and Drow.

The half-breed was taken aback, but its silent strength was refreshing. Despite its conflicting nature, the coolness in which it carried itself disarmed any hostile thoughts Iveskae harbored, though his disdain for the result of unholy creations still was a bit active.

Suprisingly, the mutt used celestial however broken it was, ""Why would a praised one trouble himself in the existence of such a lowly being as myself?" Rebukes and whitty barbs rushed to Iveskae mind, but the hurt look in the half-angel bespoke of deeper emotions...

Responding in similar fashion Iveskae allowed some compassion to seep through, "I was down there meditating when pains hinting at a chaotic prescence disturbed me. Being in the prescence of the new Goddess of Chaos left a residue effect. However much I despise creatures of the night, it is apparent you are not evil despite your somewhat depraved form...Empathy and Compassion flow through me when I allow it, and right now, I want to feel your burden you so casually carry. Kindred, however tainted, must help each other. Something plagues your mind, what memories haunt you?"

With a flutter and a twist with some theatrical flourish, Iveskae glided through the waterfall, landing on the ground, eyes almost parallel with the half-angel.

Tithdaeron could tell that this person was slightly surprised that he could speak Celestial. Well, suprises happen everyday, get used to it and kill me already. The angel did not draw a blade, or make any other hostile motions however. Instead, it came through the waterfall and stood in front of Tithdaeron. Tithdaeron looked down slightly at the angel. That was unusual, Tithdaeron had always considered himself short in comparison to the other males. He was used to looking down on humans, other vampires, or what have you, but was used to looking up at even other half-breeds.

Tithdaeron felt releived when the celestial replied, but also slightly astounded. This one had been to the Goddess of Chaos? There were no visible wounds on his body, and he did not seem tired. Perhaps that is where I am going... he thought to himself, and then sighed lightly.

Tithdaeron did not want to talk about his past, especially not to a celestial. However, he had offered to help, and maybe this one could provided releif, although small releif it may be. "All of them esteemed one. I do not wish to trouble you, I have done many things to be ashamed of myself many times over. I will start with the first, though, since I would not dare to disobey a higher breed than myself." replied Tithdaeron. He could not bear to look at the celestials face any longer. He looked down, sad, ashamed, angry, happy, joyous, melancholy... confused.

"I once lived in the Sanctuary near the Temple of Life... I... fell in love with a young woman, when I was but a young man myself. Not long ago, actually. I was not keen enough then to realize she is... was... a vampire. She hid that well, and I though her to be an elf. One night... we... I..." Tithdaeron stopped. He could not go on, he had to get himself together. Sadness and rage invaded his mind, and he fought hard to keep the more chaotic and insane side of him from taking control. He weeped, but not out loud. The tears streamed down his face unnoticed, because he was wet from the waterfall bath earlier. His face grew hot, and his chest grew heavy. Tithdaeron could feel ihs tears travelling down his neck and onto his bare chest. You really need to get a cloak, even though you do look as good as you do to the ladies... commented his insane side. Strange. Nothing evil, sinister, or mildly mischevious. Then the mind games were to begin again.

Iveskae took in the words with judicial thoughts of his own. No need to provoke or rebuke something that had obviously left open wounds. This young one's tale was both cliched and unique. Seduction away from your post in life could easily come through the haziness and false promise of mutual attraction.

Iveskae tried to see through the haze of the emotions, but the outpouring of the half-angel was both disconcerting and refreshing. His wayward path was not explicitely because of one's destiney proving choice, so much as circumstancial patterns and biases. Something in the eyes of prone Tithdaeron, well it was different than the somewhat mellow vibe he was giving off...there was something else that festered deeper in the windows of Tithdaeron's soul, something that set Iveskae's eyes ablaze.

Then it manifested, as a manic side exploded into Iveskae's mental landscape. The half-angel was beginning to lose his calm thoughts, and any progress of healing thus far would be undone. That was something that could not happen.

With a *thwack*, Iveskae brought the backhand of his right hand across the half-angel's teary face. "So the demon thinks he can control you eh? Look at me child, this healing you crave and the healing this, this abomination fears cannot take place if unkempt feelings and thoughts clould your mind. Look at my eyes and continue with what our kindred did to you. I have a vision of what they could do, and no matter how justified or even how uncalled it was, you must confront these emotions and forgive them, not offer an apology. Continue and pour out your heart."

Iveskae could not stand unwanted oppression no matter how depraved. With a deep, soul felt sigh, Iveskae knelt and stretched out his wings as he offered prayers of intercession to the Goddess of Life. Life was both literal and figurative. It was Iveskae's heartfelt burden that she would grant this fallen kin a new life, a new beginning in his mind. A new life that was free of oppression...

"Oof!" grunted Tithdaeron when the celestial's strong hand struck his face. His head snapped to one side, and then Tithdaeron hung there for a moment contemplating the sting on his cheek. Then he looked back in the direction of the angel. "Its not what they did to me, its what I did to her. I found out. I murdered her, and I found out afterwards that my love for her, even though she was a vampire, was true. I hated... hate, myself for killing her in my blind rage. We had made love that night, and she had bitten me. I was then a vampire, and cursed myself." said Tithdaeron. He said it calmly, but there was a blazing rage hidden behind the words he spoke. They burned on his tongue and in his eyes, and the conflagration consumed his heart leaving molten ashes.

It felt somewhat cleansing though, to get it out in the open honestly. No doubt the angel now had even greater reason to extinguish him from the surface of this land. It would be a justice done. "I left the sanctuary, I felt myself unworthy to remain. I roamed Arda, learning how to survive as a vampire and hated every momeny of every thing I had to do to stay alive, but something inside of me kept me going no matter how much I willed for myself to die. The other vampires, my new brothers and sisters, encouraged me to go on and gave me some hope, but even then I wanted to kill myself. I punished myself all the time, bleeding myself out until I had no blood left, but I continued to live on simply because I was... am.... an undead. I fed, restored my blood with the blood of others, and did it again and again. Then one day I found Loriauna..."

Tithdaeron had to stop again. Not Loriauna, not that, what had happened to her? Where was she? Why did she abondon him? He had taken her in! He had saved her life! Just like Morte had said! How unfair! He loved her! "Arrgh..." muttered Tithdaeron. With every passing second he was losing his control, and every sorrowful and hateful thought brought him closer to reaching his full insanity. Soon, if something was not done, he would end up killing someone or something, himself not excluded on that list if it came to that.