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Jay walked around the wilderness aimlessly. His back hurt like HELL now that he had undergone that surgery. He poked at his bandages occasionally and decided that some rest and relaxation would be best in this situation. Then he had spotted his sister. He hadn't seen her alone since the bachelor party. He wondered what was up. Walking over to her, he would sit next to her and say "Hey..what's going on? Where's Aes? "

"Meh..." Jay responded as he looked at the falls and said
"Me and Rayne used to go here all of the time. There's a cave behind the falls"
Jay said, pointing out to the waterfall in front of them. "It's pretty nice"
Then he would sigh and say "I need some help reconstructing the arena. Want to help?"

"It is NOT broken" Jay muttered as he chased after her, unable to run as fast as she was running since his back was holding him behind. So, the two were off to the arena

The laughter filled the air flowing around Reaper. Laughter from that of a long ago memory. Then that laugh turned into screams. A death chill scream that anyone could recognize on the spot. She hated that scream. It would forever haunt her. The look of death in a childs eyes as you watched them die just feets away from you.
And you couldn't do anything to stop it. You were render helpless. A man's laughter toppled them all as he too watched the blood spill onto the Mother Earth and stain her with the warm blood. Reaper's eyes slowly opened her as her hand traveled down to the knife hidden behind her boot.
Fingers wrapping around the hilt and pulled it out slowly. Her other hand rolling back the long black sleeve that covered her arm. And also covered the many scars and fresh wounds that lay on it. Wounds from that very knife. Without hesistation she took the dagger and slashed deep into her arm.
Peircing through the first few layers of her skin. Starting with the inside of her elbow and slowly dragged it down to her wrist. Making the bloody bubble up and river over to the underside. And drip from her arm to the world below. making the screams and images fade. As the ecasty of watching the bloody and thrill of pain filled her body.
After a few pausing moments the blade went back to behind her boot and the sleeve rolled back down to mid way over the palm of her hand. Not bothing the cover up the open wound as the cloth made it burn. Blood staining and making the sleeve heavy.

Kurayami watched the person called Reaper. His golden eyes floating over her body slowly to her face. Sweet, kind, but foolish. He turned his head very slowly, as if there was nothing worth it to hurry. He breathed slowly, moved slowly, blinked slowly, but unknownst to those watching, moved faster than should be possible. His hair floated down his back, his hood off for the moment as he thought for a while. He he been moving through the shadows for a while now, and been in the background.

He didn't like to attract attention, and so kept away from it as well as he could. There was no reason for it after all. He sighed slowly and closed his eyes in thought, before letting his lids slowly slide open to observe his surroundings again. He breathed slowly and with knowledge of silence. His ears picking up sounds that weren't normal to normal ears. He then turned his head away to concentrate, his features unchanging, yet he continued to float in the air by the branches in the trees he was floating near.

He keeps his eyes closed in concentration to think of what he could do, he had kept hearing about this tournament, and wanted to join it, to show the true power of a hybrid. He opened his eyes slowly, both swirling with odd symbols and marks. He wanted to show the expertise of milliniums, the trends, the knowledge, and the power that came from it, but he knew, that he couldn't show it all...many wouldn't understand...and it would be a shame to ruin powerful people...wouldn't it?

Reaper woke up early that day awoken by the screams of nightmares. For most of the day she did nothing but stay in that place of her in the tree. Sitting up straight she rolled the sleeve up and stared at the dried blood covering her pale arm. Taking out the canten she poured the water upon the arm and wound and wipped away the dried blood.
The wound was still open and knowing her. She wouldn't give it time to heal properly. She never allowed them to heal properly. Probably one of the reasons why Aes always did his best to keep her still for long periods of times. Slowly the sleeve went rolling back down to cover the torture she lays upon herself.
And sure enough she started to use that arm as if there was nothing wrong with it at all. Grasping hold of the tree branches and swinging down from one to another till she leaped off. And landed on the ground smoothly on her feet.
Slinging the brown tattered bag over her right shoulder before pulling the cool gray scarf down so it was below her chin. letting her face have some sun for once. Running her hand through long thick hair she could feel eyes watching her. Turning her head those eyes of her casting on everything around her.
Searching for the one hiding among the wilderness. Brandy eyes turning to pale blue then to viper green. They constantly were changing colors now. Mostly because she had mixed thoughts and emotions running through her at the moment. And there for the color of her eyes were constantly changing.
Reaper knew she wouldn't find the person hiding in the shadows. Why was this person hiding? SHe had no idea but thought it best to leave him or her alone at the time being. The person will eventually reveal himself or herself to the people of the clan when he or she thought it was time. Reaper started to walk off deeper into the thickness of the wilderness.

Reaper stopped in her walking path. The cape moving perfectly with her body when she turned a bit. Barely turning her head to look over her left shoulder. Spotting the figure that could only be Morgan. Among the trees she also spotted her guardian Darksun. And with her hand holding the strap of her bag signaled him to not do anything at the present moment.
THe last thing Morgan needs is to be attacted by a demon Reaper created herself. "...silent are we?"
Her voice was low and cold as usual but it was loud enough for Morgan alone to hear. "And alone I see..."

Finding it rude to be speaking to her with her back Reaper slowly turned her body to face Morgan. Her eyes still changing colors every fifteen seconds.
"I do not drink much....so I see no real reason to go there..." Reaper answered. "This is where I live and train...I find it much better then being inside a stuffing room of a building filled with constant chat from ladies and gentlemen that annoy me at times.."