Once Upon A Cresant Moon...

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Saphira watched from the trees above, straining her ears to hear every word. She was bored and no one was RPing at the moment, so she sat there, listening to the conversation that could not be completed until MA, JJDR, or A replied back.

ooc: lol.
 
<OOC.You lot need a villian. I'll willingly oblige.<OOC>

Name: Nekros
Species: Lich (undead magic-user). Formerly a human mage.
Gender: Male
Looks: Wears a set of dead-black wizard's robess trimmed with red. His skin is a pasty, waxy whit but due to a soul-sucking gem around his neck (one of the remenants of Netheril), he has yet to decay. Stringy, long black hair falls to about mid-back. Carries a staff of black oak. While he was still alive, he was known as the Blackstaff, a feared archmage. Now's he's much, much more.
Personality: Insane, to sum it up. His actions are evil, but he's convinced he's doing the world good.
 
"Yes who are you?" I aasked the Wolcan that had emerged from behind the rock.

OOC: See ya lata' gotta go.
 
OOC- I already told ya'll my name.

IC- I wagged my tail a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy." I lowered my head. "I used to be part of a pack, but they all died out. I think it was rabies." I bared my teeth. "Probably from the no-good wolves. Anyways, I'm all alone now."
 
I stared out from my tower, watching the woods carefully. Dreadful things, woods. They housed everything that was unsavory in the world, everything that should be eradicated. With a shudder, I turned back to my scrying mirror, and through it, the small imp I'd imposed my control upon. Now I commanded, telepathic energy soaring into the mind of the filthy Underworld creature. He dropped the two flaming torches he'd been carrying, sending them directly into the undergrowth in the heart of the woods.
 
Saphira`s nose picked up an unfamilar sent. A moment later see could see thousands of animals and birds, scurring away from that area.

"FIRE!!!" She called from her hiding spot in the tree.
 
"FLY!!!" I screamed seeing a fire approaching. I then pumped my black wings and soared high above the forest.
 
Saphira took the male wolcans advise. She pumped her powerful wings, and took off, flying high above the treetops.

The sickening smell of smoke almost caused her to fall right out of the sky. She sped by the black and white wolcan, in atempt to get away from the fire.
 
I was pushed off balance by a rush of wind caused by a passing wolcan. "Whoa" I said to myself. This wolcan was strangely strong. I was flying my hardest, and it still outflew me. I had to know who she was.
 
ooc: i can already see where your headed with this. XD

ic: Saphira spoted a large, L-shaped lake nearby.

If I`m close to water, I`ll be okay... She though, diving out of the sky torward it.
 
My entire body shook. I was fine in a battle, but not against a fire. I lifted my nose into the air and the scent of smoke and red hot flames hit my nostrils. I stretched my wings just as a gust of wind lifted underneath them and I rose into the air.
 
I cakled with delight as I watched through the eyes of the imp, Druzil by name. His acute vision, accustomed to years of making out dim shapes in the Abyss picked out the fleeing Wolcans. After them I screamed mentally, and Duzil took flight, speeding towards them. I then gave the telepathic order to the small tribe of orcs I'd enslaved. They went in hungrily, axes gleaming. My mental intrusion had forced all thought out of them. They were now drones, unable to even concieve of going against my will even if it doomed them.
 
Saphira landed next to the lake.

At leats I`m safe here.... She thought, sitting down.
 
In the state my body was in I could barely fly. I heard a noise behind me and saw a tree had been knocked over by the flames. I looked beyond that and saw many strange creatures I had never even heard of before.

While I was looking back I wasn't looking at where I was headed and stupidly flew into a tree. I didn't fall but got tangled in its branches.

I growled at the tree, baring my teeth and snapping at the branches.
 
Although I didn't know it, the orcs had spotted a downed Wolcan. Under stict orders to exterminate anything that moved, the band grinned stupidly and pointed toward the creature entangled in the branches, hefting their crude, wicked axes.

Druzil was flitting around, much like a bug, hopefully keeping his pursuit unnoticed. He drew a poisoned blowgun, loaded with a nasty paralyzation venom. He almost blew straight by the lake, noticing the Wolcan by the shores in the nick of time.
 
Something splashed in the water, inches away from Saphira`s head. She looked up. Some bird-like creature was headed for her.

A fire, some bird thingy..... Someone must be after us.... She decided, taking flight.
 
Laughing, Druzil blew the first of his darts at the fleeing Wolcan, taking flight shortly thereafter himself.
 
Saphira`s heart was pounding. The last time she messed with something that could shoot acid, it didnt turn out good.

She zoomed through the air, trying to escape the creature that was after her.
 
I noticed the band of creatures running for me, and struggled even harder. THey were coming closer, and all I was doing was getting myself more tangled.

I howled a long, pained howl of a creature about to face death. I let it ring out and heard it echoing through the hills.
 
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