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Reaper didn't realize she was dozed off into sleep having another dream. The world was pitch black. There was no sounds, no smells, nothing. Only her alone stood there within the world of destruction and chaos. Standing out greatly with that red cape of her flowing around her. Taking a step forward it echoed loudly and longly. But, she continued to step forward deeper into the endless embyass of darkness. That was when the laughter of a boy and girl made her lift her head up. That laughter was so familiar to her. She turned around making the cape follower her movement. There in the darkness stood her sister and brother. They were laughing and wrestling with one another in the darkness. It made a faint smile come to her lips seeing the two of them. Uneffected by the bitterness and the cruelity of the world. Then...a figure appeared behind them as the two played. The man with metal dragon claws.
"....Victor..." Reaper whispered with such hatred and fear. "RUN!!!"
She moved to run towards them but something had hold of her and pulled her back away from them. "NO!!!! RUN!! DIEAL!! MARIA!!!!"
The world blasted and she found herself back at ten years of age. The boot grinding hard into her back pinning her to the ground roughly. Brandy eyes watering as she watched the mace come down upon her sisters head smashing it in. Blood splattering everywhere making the men laugh. Her hand shakily reaching out towards her fallen sister and her still living brother. Dieal, unaware of anything because of his disableness. He was sitting there beside his dead sister. Tears coming to those icy blue eyes of his as his red spiky head lifted up to stare at the man with the sword. Without hesistanting the man stabbed the sword right through his heart.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Reaper's eyes snap open in an instent. Finding herself back against the trunk of the tree.

Kurayami's ears picked it all up easily. Even though she may not be speaking, she was mumbling. He kept walking though. He could see her, just out of the corner of his hood. The shadows hiding his face from her view. She may be able to see the man though. The man in a hood and cloak. His steps leading him deeper into the forest, searching, exploring for something more.

His hands moved none, or so it seemed to the unobservant eye. He walked carefully and knowledgable through the forest, his steps logical, and placed perfectly. He didn't turn his head to look at the woman leaning sitting against the trunk. He simply kept walking. His boots underneath the cloak were visible, those being about the only things seen. The cloak swirled about them though, not floating up into the air, nor hindering his progress by closing in on him.

It simply...floated. It hovered around his body, floating to keep him safe from sight, maybe he didn't like people looking at him, or maybe he didn't want people knowing too much about him. A mystery in the truest sense, and almost sad. He seemed to be almost the perfect sterotype for a man who is tall dark and handsome. Yet his face was unseen so the latter was unknown about him. He kept walking, the trees hiding him everyso often from that woman's gaze, if she happened to see him.

If she did, she would most likely call out to him, whether he responded or not depended upon what was said, and if he felt like it. Normally he didn't, not liking to get involved with people, even if they were in the same clan with him. His eyes stared forward at the woodlands, that goddess who drives men crazy, and then lets them flee their own insanity. They resided in woodlands, not this one, he had seen different, but in many of them. It was almost sad to see it, pitiful was a more fitting word though.

Kurayami walked forward, passing the trees and the woman, he couldn't stop her from following him, if she so desired, but at the moment he just wanted to get to his destination. He breathed slowly, no sound emitting from his nostrils, nor his lips. The orbs rotating in his eyes, taking in every last thing he could. He didn't like not knowing his surroundings. It somewhat unnerved him, so he examined it all to keep himself calm.

Akuma walks along the trail noticing as the path fades and the surrounding shrubs and trees grow thicker. Simply pushing them aside as he continues for some unknown reason. As he pushes past a thick branch covered in it's fullage he arrives in a small clearing, maybe used as a small battle arena before the actual stadium was constructed. Curious however that the trail seemed to dissappear after all the time it wasn't in use but the arena did not. The uniqueness of it was suprising to him, almost as if he was meant to find this place. Akuma circles it a couple of times looking around for any visibility from the out side of the thick trees and brush. None being visible, he walks into the center of the arena and sits down Indian style. Silently meditating to himself.

Reaper spots Saitre and grins. She swungs down to a branch. her legs wrapping around it before she swung down hanging upside down a few yards ahead of Saitre. Her hands crossed over her chest.
"Hey, haven't seen you around latlely."

Saitre smiled at the sight of Reaper. She hadn't yet run into anyone, and seeing a familiar face was good. "I've been... busy." Was all she could manage to reply. She couldn't think of much to say but she tried anyhow, she hadn't talked to anyone in too long. "I noticed a new structure was built since I was last here." As she spoke she pointed towards the castle.

"That would be the mr. and mrs. Kimache castle." Reaper answered still hanging upside down. "They built it not long ago. Haven't been in there yet. Rayne is aspecting their first child soon. Its good to see you back Saitre."

"..later.." Reaper whispered watching her walk off. Then her body shivered feeling the energy build up. She didn't ascpet it to be so strong and huge that her legs lost their grip on the branch and she crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. With a moan she sat up rubbing her back. Eyes casting up to the sky as the weather suddenly changes.

Kurayami flipped and cascaded through the air and then suddenly froze in the air. His eyes wide slightly as he looked down, up to the rest of the world at the sky. Not natural...at all, were his only thoughts. He then spun himself in the air and landed on his toes watching the sky for a bit.

He then turned his head slowly before sighing and hopping around a bit more slowly, passing some time before he would go find the disturbance. His eyes scanned the rocks, taking each in quickly, his feet finding exactly the places they needed. His hands and arms not moving from their set position. He held his emotionless gaze at the world, despite the weather and despite the things he could feel.

He noted people moving, falling, walking, and many other things. His golden eyes flitted to everywhere, finding that which he was interested in, or at least his senses were. His feet moved quickly, trying to make it harder for him, but he kept up easily. He then closed his eyes as he jumped. His body floating through the air with perfection. No missed landings or jumps, no slips, or mess-ups. His feet going where they should, when and how they should. At the moment, that was the most important thing to him, nothing else mattered at the moment...except that squirrel that was chittering about half a mile away. It just wouldn't shut up.