I was late at night at the moon was not only in the sky above the Taurai Woods, but also it was a full moon. Stood in the middle of the woods looking into the air was Rayne. She had shoulder lenght red hair with a large gold hoop on each each side in her hair. A long black piece of fabric fell down from each hoop. Rayne was wearing her usual red and black leather outfit that held tight to her beautiful body. She had braclet type things on both her arms, each one having a large blade coming from them.

Each blade ran up her arms and had a handle on them half way up the blades. The blades where just over the lenght of Raynes arms. She then looked down at the ground with a soft sigh and said "Why have I been brought back... what is it i must now do my lady...." The moon seemed to then glow down upon the woman called Rayne, this is when her fangs also showed now. Rayne was once a powerful Vampire Queen but had left her land after a huge war... now... now she was called back and was not sure why. But Rayne now wanted to find out the reason she was called back to these lands... and to get it over with quick so that she could once again leave.

Rayne then heard something moving in the trees behind her, upon hearing this Rayne spun her blades round and gripped the handles tightly in her hands. Each blade glowing from the moons light. Rayne was ready for a battle.. and hungry for blood. She then said "Come out whoever you are... i know your there... and if you come out... i might make your death quick and painless...." Her green eyes looking from side to until finally she locked onto her target, a small smirk coming across her lips as Rayne awaiting the other beings next movement. She was reasy to strike at a moments notice.

Pharazôn trekked angrily through the woods, his head turning left and right as he searched for his white scythe. While he had been in slumber, his weapon had been stolen. Awaking at the last moment to see but a distant figure in the darkness, there was no chance for him to catch up. Still, he had ran in a similar direction in a futile attempt to catch up to the thieves. Doubtless they were looking for something to pawn for money, for they hardly looked big enough to handle his immensly large scythe.

He constantly looked up at the moon, and grunted in contempt. If it had not been nighttime, he may not be looking for his scythe at this moment. He felt like ripping up the trees themselves right now, and in fact, he may have been able to do so. Still, it would have served no good. He would only be satisfied when he had the head of the thief that had stolen his weapon.

His weapon...it had been with him for so very long. A special gift, no doubt, from the only person he had ever been close to. He would have taken the time to remember this person, but the image of a thief's head without a body continued to linger upopn the frames of his mind. It was a warm and satisfactory night, although his cloak was still not to come off. He wore it endlessly, except when time came to wash it.

As he moved between the trees, he saw a slight glow. Continuin, he turned around a tree to get a better view, hoping it would be the gleam of his scythe. Rather, it was the gleam of a blade, and a woman standing in the moonlight. She immediately turned in his direction to speak:

"Come out whoever you are... i know your there... and if you come out... i might make your death quick and painless...."

Pharazôn continued to stare at her with a blank expression, which for his countenance made him look constantly angry. Still, he was studying her in a sort of way. She was threatening him, and he found that to be very annoying. From the start he wanted to rip off her arms one by one, and taking a step forward, he wondered if that may be what he would do.

"You would be wise not to speak so quickly," He spoke to her, his gaze never shifting. "Perhaps I should tear your tongue from your mouth to remind you of that." His voice was loud and booming as always. He took threats the same as any physical attack, and he felt the need to defend himself at all times. Taking another step forward, he just looked at her, nearly hoping that she would try to attack him. Although, without his scythe, he might prove to be less of a threat than she...

Looking straight at the tall man Rayne listened to him speak as he said "You would be wise not to speak so quickly," The soon after this he went on to say "Perhaps I should tear your tongue from your mouth to remind you of that." The female Dhampir did not take her eyes from the tall man, looking at him from head to foot with a smirk on her face.

She then gripped the handles on her blades tighter and said "I would like to see you try... i dont take kindly to people trying to sneak up on me Mister ok...." Rayne then slowly lowered her blades to her side but did not let go of the blade handles. Rayne tossed her medium lenght red hair to her right as she looked at the man awaiting a reply. He seemed to look like someone that Rayne had met years ago... but she could not place him just yet.

Rayne then stepped a little closer to him and said "Sooo... who are you then, you look strong, whats a man like you doing without a weapon..." A small laugh then passed the sweet soft lips of Rayne as she then said "You wouldn't happen to be the owner of that large scythe i seen being carried off... would you now.. of so, then it looked a very beautiful blade indeed." She then awaited a reply from the man to well... any of the things she had asked or said... maybe even a reaction of somesort from the tall man. She was growing rather bored of waiting and had to kill something... and also eat.....

Arelia walked silently through the forest. She enjoyed the peace and quiet. It was easy for her to meditate, although it was not neccesary at the moment. She looked around, it was late and although she had already eaten she still felt like she had an empty stomach. Something was amis and she did not know what it was. Suddenly she heared voices, they were muffled. She quietly stepped up and found two people talking. She layed her hand on her katana just in case she needed to defend herself. She senced annoyance from the both of them"Perhaps I should tear your tongue from your mouth to remind you of that." one of them said. The female who had red hair seemed to grow more bored and the annoyance dissappeared. "I would like to see you try... i dont take kindly to people trying to sneak up on Mister ok...." She waited for someone to acknowledge her, but stood still and calm. She would not make herself seem a threat to either of them if she could help it. 'Strange that they seem to be argueing at this time of night. Should they not be looking for shelter?' she wondered as they continued to talk.

Rayne could feel someone else near them but did not take her eyes off the tall man before her. Then again, with her heels on, yes this woman could fight amazingly, even in them, anyway with her heels on the man did not seem so tall. And the fact that each heels was a large metal spike made it even more fun for her. Rayne then closed her eyes softly and sniffed into the air. Soon she opened her eyes again and placed out one of her bladed arms in the direction of a woman.

The blade was far off from the woman but Rayne could make up the distance quickly indeed. Without even turning to look at her Rayne said "So.. another one is here then... what luck for me to meet two people all the way out here, whatever would i have done without you both." There was a very strong tone of sarcasim in her voice as she this and lightly rolled her eyes. It was clear that Rayne was now beyond bored. Her blades still help tightly in her hands and her body red to move at a moments notice to strike either of these people... of course... she would only attack if they did.

She then sighed but still did not move her blades from there new found places. Rayne looked over at the other woman and said "Unless you intend to attack first... i would keep that blade where it is. I swear... a vampire.... no.... a Dhampir cant get any peace around here.... on top of that... where the hell are at the animals, i need blood... and i would prefer not to kill either of you as of yet..." She kept her eyes on the woman and looked down at her blade, it was a Katana... and she looked rather skilled with it, Not that Rayne was that worried... it might have been a challenge after all.

Arelia gave a slight flinch as the woman pointed a blade at her. She stood still, knowing that the woman might be able to make up the distance even though Arelia was a Samurai and knew she could take her on she also knew that some things, like fights if one is able, are better left not started.

"Unless you intend to attack first... i would keep that blade where it is. I swear... a vampire.... no.... a Dhampir cant get any peace around here.... on top of that... where the hell are at the animals, i need blood... and i would prefer not to kill either of you as of yet..."

Arelia gave a slight nod and took her hand slowly off her katana. She was getting nervous but tried to remain calm, 'Just take a deep breath, now let it out slowly' she thought as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. A few seconds passed and she opened her eyes again. 'I must be carefull what I say around them, for I know not who they are nor what they are. I might say something that could finish me.' she thought then turned to the woman. "I appologise ma'am. I did not mean to seem like a threat. I was merly passing by and did not know that there were others in the forest." she said trying to sound calm. This was one of the few times she had actually let her nerves run wild. She stood and then gave a low bow that she was accustomed to using when introducing herself. "I am called Arelia"

Pharazôn's countenance held a look of extreme bitterness as the vampire spoke to him. He wanted to destroy her immediately, but without his own blade she seemed to have the upper hand. However, yet another female had appeared. Pharazôn's eyes slowly moved over to study this new figure. She seemed weak enough to him, but he had learned during his years that underestimation can be the greatest hinderance.

Still, this entire situation was no matter. Despite his philosophy of underestimation, he felt no threat from either of them. His deep throat resonated as he let loose a slight growl, and he turned to walk away. He heard the words of the one who identified herself as "Arelia", but he would give her none of his attention. It even made him angry that he had waisted this bit of time not looking for his scythe.

"Carry on with your business, then." He said while walking away, "Though you would have found my death hard to come by."

His eye searched the ground and the trees while he slowly walked. His fingers bent themselves in and out as he tried to contain his rage. He intended to make whoever had taken his weapon pay with their lives. Yes, he was by strict definition 'good', but in no way was he lawful. He just had morals, enough to keep him from being evil. He mumbled a few words about ripping off heads as he walked away, weaving in and out of the trees.

((OOC: I need more practice with him. That's all I could come up with >_< ))