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"you heard him everyone, let's get these bodies burned! i'll send them in prayer!" he commanded into the earpiece.

taking a deep sigh, he set to work, clearing the battlefield of corpses with fire, and rounding up any guards and citizens to do the same. a few pyres were made in clearings of teh city.

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watching the fire solemnly, Twi's gaze was an earie one. despite his stoic expression, there was something obviously roiling beneath the surface of the brown ocean that was his eyes.

"this city could have burned just like these bodies..." he said. he sighed again, and began his prayers.

((let's put this on pause for a bit guys... iii-_- alot of issues going on...))

((Finally someone revived this thread, thank you so much Layla!!!))

Eilov turned to the human, "Werewolves being forced to fight by necromancers. Nothing too serious though. The smell is awful though." The ancient vampire sneered in disgust, the burnt fur stinging his eyes. Eilov turned away and spoke into his earpiece, "Twi, another human showed up. She is unaware of the situation. I will inform her." Eilov turned back to Layla, he offered a cold hand to her in greeting. "Necromancers have somehow driven the local werewolf tribe into town causing casualties. It seems that a younger lycan was used to secure one of our number, we are not sure why. Our forces have already repelled the bulk of their forces and we are turning back the stragglers. Twi is in charge, I am Eilov." The vampire reached into one of his many pockets and drew out a earpiece, offering it to her. "Use this for communication. If you come across any bodies, toss them in one of the fires, we are preventing any mass necromantic rituals."

Eilov smiled, concealing his fangs. "I am a vampire dear, I have walked this earth when your ancestors were young. My power is so great that the sun no longer holds sway over me. And this is something you cannot avoid. We burn corpses as we are stopping a necromantic ritual. Burnt corpses are useless, I know this as I myself am a necromancer of some power." Eilov pulled a bit of twine wrapped in silver, he tossed it at a body a short distance away, he followed it with a harsh word in an ancient tongue and the body burst into a small inferno. "We are not insane, and yes I can, and have read your thoughts." Eilov dropped the illusion of warm flesh and pale blue eyes, his glare became red and feral his flesh pale and his fangs were obvious. "The lycans were driven here to kill for a ritual, they did not come here on purpose." A howl pierced the air and a particularily large lycan lunged at Eilov, his wicked maw open in attack. With a fluid motion Eilov sidestepped the lycan and grabbed it by the throat, he bared his own fangs and ripped into the large beasts jugular vein, killing it. The necromancer tossed the corpse aside and uttered a harsh word in a vile language, the body of the lycan burst into black flames which devoured even the bones in mere moments. "And self-defense is not illegal."

((Please keep swearing to a minimum or at the very least mark it out such as f***.))

Eilov just stared at her, typical human, he thought to himself. "Let me put this in an easier format for you to digest. I am a powerful vampire, I drink blood, that was a werewolf or lycanthrope, I killed it in self defense, I can dominate people and have them follow my commands. I did not do that to you. This is all real, if you want feel free to touch my neck, no pulse is there. Here are your options, stay and fight beside me, you will not die. Run and you will be hunted by lycans. Side with the lycans and I will kill you." The vampire leveled his ruby gaze upon the human girl, "So what option do you choose?"

((Okay then. Oh, and if you haven't looked up my character yet, then you should because he is far more evil looking than you give him credit for. And before the question arises: Drow are evil elves, they have black skin, white hair, and red eyes. A cambion is born when the mother has a demonic ancestor back a generation [like her grand dad], the father is a full blooded demon [usually a strong one] the end result is a cambion who is pretty much a hybrid demon/mothers race.))

Eilov smiled, "Accept reality girl, the world you live in is not as it..." another werewolf leaped out from hiding and knocked the vampire to the ground. Eilov slid for a moment, before flipping up and standing on his feet. The werewolves claws were soaked with blood, "Blood of the innocent, wrongly slain." The vampire's eyes burned with an unholy anger matched only by the strongest of demons. Eilov raised his hand and barked out a command "Istail to me!" A silver gleam flew out of his sleeve and into his hand. A bright shortsword with a serpentine tail on the hilt, the tail wrapped around his arm. A single slitted eye stared out from the hilt of the blade locking its gaze with the lycan. Vincent roared and charged forth, meeting the lycan head on, the werewolf was fast and drew a deep series of claw marks across the vampires chest before Eilov brought Istail to bare and drove the demon blade into the shoulder of the wolf. The eyes of the lycan clouded as it entered a battle rage and drove his claws into Eilov's stomach. The vampire twisted with the wound and closed the gap, driving the blade into the werewolf's heart. "Sorry, that doesn't work on me!" Eilov kicked the lycan off of him, losing some flesh in the process. Still burning with rage he lunged and sank Istail into the wolves throat. Istail seemed to crackle with joy as it devoured the soul of the lycan which reverted to its human form after a moment.

Eilov drew his blade out and kept a tight hold on the blade. A harsh word in demonic turned the bones to ash. "Girl, I gave you your choices. And if you are going to fight you will need something better than that." Eilov wiped some blood off of Istail and drew a diagram on the ground. He whispered words that turned the air sweet and lovely and a eagle, with feathers as white as a cloud and eyes of amber soared out of the diagram. It keened sharply and landed on Layla's shoulder, flooding her with a sensation of good and kindness, it did not dig its claws into her shoulder as it seemed to have perfect balance and needed no support. Eilov spoke to the eagle in words as ephemeral as the clouds above, after a moment he returned his gaze to Layla. "Vaska will aid you, she is kind and gentle."

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((I see. Sorry, just a general bit of info I give out.))

Vaska turned to Layla and stared at her, its beauteous radiance flowing through her. Eilov smiled, "It is all very real. Take a breath and absorb the info." Eilov turned his head to his side, dropping the remaining glamor from his form. His hair was back swept vermilion horns and white hair, feral slitted eyes, his skin jet black with slips of vermilion around his eyes and on his hands, and the appearance of being in his thirties. His fangs were pronounced and were just above his lower lip. "I hide no form in dark of night. My blood be demon and elf most dire. And it is thus I reveal myself to you, I am the Black Rose, Eilov Rukanyyr, madam." Eilov bowed low showing respect to Layla. "Might I ask your name, of fair lady to whom a celestial will willingly aid."