Snori lay in the dappled shade of the taurai woods, his body lay in a groove in the earth. It fit the contours of his body perfectly, his every limb was placed in its own position and it was as comfortable as one could imagine. The earth shifted with him in every movement, keeping him comfortable.

He rolled over and blinked in the shade and rolled his shoulders. He wore no armour, now he felt no need. He could not be killed, not properly ... unless one of the gods took a real dislike to him but he was not afraid. He yawned. The weather was perfect, the balance between the heat of the sun and the cooling breeze that kept you the right temperature.

He lifted a hand to scratch his beard, this body was starting to get tire some. Now he could change it, it might be and idea to get a new one. He rolled over once again and began to doze in the heat of the midday sun.

He was unaware of his surroundings as the sound of someone approaching broke the silence of the wood.

Sniffing about, a rather muscular lupine was searching for food. The lupine was well accustomed to tracking animals that it could eat, and it went this way and that, taking deep whiffs in the air occasionally instead of sniffing the ground. The lupine stopped at a bush and cocked his head, and then lunged into it. There was alot of commotion from the bush, and eventaully silence.

A moment later, the lupine leaped out of the bush with a large rabbit in its mouth. It was dead, its neck snapped and throat torn. The lupine held its prized possesion high in the air with a victorious look on its face. It began to run off towards its master, and then came across a strange person. It was undoubtedly a powerful one, but the lupine was at a loss what to do. He seemed to be laying and sleeping.

The lupine approached the man, set down his rabbit, and barked tentatively at him. Then it growled playfully. The master of this lupine, Tithdaeron, was not far away, observing from the skies. He faintly recognized the man, but couldnt put his finger on who it was. Tithdaeron decided to see how he reacted to his lupine's actions.

The bark awoke Snori, not suddenly but slowly. He blinked in the light and stretched out his arms. He looked around, searching for the owner of the bark. His eyes came across the lupine. He smiled. Raising himself to his feet he stretched again, his arms reaching skyward. He crouched down, squatting so as to be at face height with the lupine. He looked it straight in its eyes as it growled playfully. The ability to calm animals was one he possessed but it did not need calming, it was merely inquisitive.

Reaching out a hand he stroked it, he was slightly apprehensive that it might bite but he was looking it in the eyes and he didn't have to do anything for the ability to work other than look the animal in the eyes. He with drew his hand and looked at the animal. in the corner of his vision he spotted a shape, He got up and looked at it. It was Tithdaeron, he could recognise him easily. But why didn't he attack? It was the perfect way to finish him. ... well kill his body anyway. Surly the tithdaeron he had met in the burning building would have attacked him... something was different.

"Tithdaeron?" As he looked at him he remembered ... the masquerade, there was something that Tithdaeron had wanted to say ... he didn't have a chance to find out last time. "Its been a while Tithdaeron, is the truce from he masquerade still on?

The unatural being observed and uttered a thoughtful grunt when Snori calmed down his lupine from his playfulness. He would have to learn that, it became a problem at times. Tithdaeron felt a strange wave of anger, and fear, sweep over his heart when he saw that Snori had found him out. When he called him down, Tithdaeron reluctantly lowered altitude. What was it about this person?

The truce, indeed. Tithdaeron now remembered, he must have done something to threaten the gaurdians current body at some point in time while he was out of control of himself. Snori likely did not fully understand. "A truce only exists where two or more have had a conflict. I am not the one you were struggling against." replied Tithdaeron.

He set down a few feet away from the gaurdian, and called his lupine over. It picked up its rabbit, and trotted over. "I trained him to find food for me. I am not so keen a hunter when it comes to eating something other than blood." Which was entirely true. Tithdaeron was a man-hunter, not a beast-hunter.

The demon in the tree shook his head, That is completely idiotic, a vampire looks for meat instead of flesh. Whats this world comming to? he wondered. Barak was not always this arrogant and judgemental. He usually let people do what they were doing, but it had been at least a month before the last storm and he was running low on patience. He moved his rod across his lap, he felt like causing a storm right then and there but knew that spell storms did not have the same effect as real rain did so he sat there watching the dwarf and the vampire talk.

"A truce only exists where two or more have had a conflict. I am not the one you were struggling against."

Snori mulled over the words in his head, if what he said was true then it could mean a number of things. If it was not Tithdaeron that he fought against then who was it, it had defiantly been his body, the only other explanation was that his mind had been taken over by something. Most likely his vampire side, this was all the more believable as he spoke of how he ate meat instead of blood for some of the time, it showed he was not always a vampire. "So if it wasn't you i fought with then who was it, your vampire form? He shrugged. It was something that he knew all to much about.

He stretched again and yawned. He had been enjoying his nap up till now, but this seemed important anyway. Maybe his next form would be a cat, sleep all day ... no one would care.

"So am i wrong? r would you care to shed some light on it, if it wasn't really you in the building then i hold no grudge" he smiled and waited for a reply.

Tithdaeron chuckled a little. Vampire form. He was a vampire, there was no vampire form that he changed into and back. Snori probably meant something else though. His alter ego, the one that was created from his chaotic creation and swallowed up the vampire soul. Tithdaeron sat down, this would be a decent story.
"The vampire is dead. I inhabit the body, but its soul and spirit was killed, or cast out. That I am not sure of."

Tithdaeron waved his lupine over, and it trotted to him and then sat down awaiting his masters order. His tail wagged slowly, happy in the presence of its care taker. "Find me some wood." he said. He usually gave his orders in drow to it, but that was when he didnt want others around to know what he was about to do. It wasnt necesary here. "Search my being Gaurdian. You, being the gaurdian of earth and the most attuned to nature of the two of us, would be able to know how unatural a creature I am. I am a nearly perfect manifestation of chaos. I was once a half-angel. Being a halfling, of course, meant I was part human. We both know that only humans and some elves are capable of becoming vampires."

Tithdaeron stopped. He did not want to go into detail on how he exactly became a vampire. That was too hard to do. "The vampire and half-angel, well, me, created a chaotic power small but that grows fast. With each passing moment, my chaos becomes greater. Eventually it created my alter ego, my true chaotic manifestation. It swallowed up and either killed or cast out the vampire soul and spirit, I was able to survive. With each passing moment, it gains more and more control over me. Eventually my holiness as an angel will no longer be able to combat it, and I will become the worst mortal to pass on Arda's surface until I die. Whom you were fighting with, is that person, and like on does not know of the doings of another, I am unaware of when it gains control of me."

Barak was listening intently but this was too funny. Without realizing it he began to burst out laughing. "This is too hilarious! An angel cant control evil! Now that is the funniest thing I have heard since I left home." The thunder demon settled down, and turned to the vampire, "Now be truthfull, even myself with my anger issues can recall what I do. You have got to be making this stuff up. It is impossible for someone not to remember what they had done. Now if you were a drunk, that would be different." he said still trying to stop the laughter fully.

Snori listened intently to what Tithdaeron had to say. It made sense, well as much as anything like this could make sense. It would mean that Tithdaeron would become the most chaotic being on arda, possibly enough to challenge Ita. That would not be good in the long run, It would in due time, unbalance nature if he did become as truly chaotic as he says and that was something he couldn't let happen. He would hold it off till it could be put aside no more and he had to fight Tithdaeron, even if it meant the destruction of his own body, he would sacrifice it many times over.

"I understand Tithdaeron, believe me i understand very well indead. And he would have explained why if he had not been interrupted by a burst of laughter from a near by tree. He wirled around to see who it was. There in the tree there was a demon, sitting on a branch, laughing at what had just transpired. It was enraging, at least to him.

"Its not kind to laugh at others! He raised his hand and let it fall to the ground. His control plants spell coming into effect. The branches on the tree in which the demon sat, shifted and sloped down as Snori's command. They dropped to a near shear gradent in an atemted to dislodge the eaves dropper.

Quickly after he clenched his fists and muttered something under his breath. Slowly his fists turned to stone and enlarged. All the better for cracking bones with. " What's your business demon, eaves dropping is not something i look kindly on.

The unatural being looked up casally to where the laughter eminated from. A nearby tree. Tithdaeron took a deep breath. The last time he was laughed at... Dont think about that. Not now, not now. Tithdaeron stood up and observed with slight amusement as Snori caused the branch the laugher was sitting on to bend down to a near vertical, no doubt the demon would fall off soon.

Tithdaeron simply shook his head. All of them were the same, if not laughing openly then laughing on the inside. "The way in which you speak belies the clarity of your... wisdom. I have seen better than you, young one. I suggest you find a better way to spend your time here than having fun with my predicament."

Trying to get the demon to leave, no doubt it would be able to tell how powerful Tithdaeron really was, how powerful he could be. If this jesting continued, Tithdaeron's alter-ego would soon be insulted, and be let loose in a fury. He had caught the Taurai woods aflame once already, Tithdaeron did not wish it to happen again.

Her gaze shifts about as she moves from the wood. Eyes narrowing as she moves from the treeline of the large woods. Her gaze shifts about, Averting off the many yards of grassland. She arches a brow, Breathing deeply, As if the walk through the woods was not one of leisure but a sort of hassle.
She stands up straight slowly, As she regains her breathe, Her breathing soon regaining it's usual pace, The pace of it mere moments ago giving off the impression she may have been running, Rushing through the woods.
Loud cracks emmitt down her back as she stands up straight, Her arms come up behind her cranium as she stretches somewhat, More cracks emmitting down her back as her bones go back into place once more.
She smirks, As if delighted by this very sound, Her piercing gaze shifts about as she remains in this position for a further few moments before allowing her arms to drop to her sides once more, Her left hand resting upon the hilt of her trusty Daito.
Her tattered cloak, Dusty with the essence of constant travelling and battle flows out behind her form, Billowing out as the winds seem to change their course once more, She takes no notice of this, Allowing her tattered and torn cloak to flow out behind her form as it does.
Her eyes narrow slightly, Gaze continuing to travel onwards before falling upon the forms of the Lupine, Snori, Barak and another man. She watches their forms from quite a distance away.
She arches a brow towards their structures, Gaze averting around then transfixing upon their forms once more, Her brow lowers.

Barak lost his balance on the tree as the dwarf made the branch he was sitting on move and he fell with a thud. He shook his head and picked up his staff. "Interesting how a dwarf takes into thought of others. Did not know they did that...But then again I did not know an angel could not control their evils; or rather that angels had evils." he said as he got up. He took his rod in his hand, it was made of copper at the tips and the rest was made of iron or a similar looking metal it was about as tall as he was, give or take an inch or so. He smirked at them both and shook his head. "Well seeing as how angels are considered to be peeved at rudeness, I am Barak of the Thunder castle. And my business is my own Dwarf." he said. He really did not care much about what they thought of him, he was an outcast from his family. Cast out by his father who saw him as weak, but that would soon change.

Sab shou heard the sound of someone's voice being raised,he heard someone say
"......my buisness is my own Dwarf"
he walked toward the sound,intruiged.

He stopped at a nearby tree and peeked around to see three people Samarin and two others,they were arguing.

He could see that the half angel was holding in some kind of dark force trying to fight it's way out.
Samarin had his now giant stone fists raised.

not a good idea to fight with himsan shou thought.

the third person,a demon looked menacing arrogant,his eyes had a twisted look.

San shou felt sorry for the half-angel he has a great burden on his shoulders,i wonder if he would like any help

San shou stepped out from behind the tree,he was scared but his desire to help was greater than his desire to hide.

He approached the group and said in a calm voice

"forgive me for interrupting please"

San shou's eyes fixed upon the half-angel,he gazed kindly.

"hello,call me San shou would you like any help at all?"

San shou hoped he would say yes,San shou loved helping people above all else,and hated seeing people suffer however slight the suffering was.