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The sound of wheels turning slowly, and earth being fumbled about beneath them filled the silence around the thief. She took a moment to herself as she attempted to wake from what seemed like a long slumber.

"Hn..." She let out a soft sound as she slowly opened her eyes. The world around her was blurry at first, but quickly cleared as she stared up into the sky. She watched it curiously, tilting her head. The sky was moving. No, not just the clouds, the whole sky.

Next thing she knew, she was tossed up inches into the air, and seconds later, came crashing down onto the hard wooden bed she realized that she had been laying on.

"Son of a...!" She grumbled to herself, her eyes closing tightly as she reached over to her side. She pulled her hand back, and found her wound was still weeping blood, not as much as before, but she was still losing a significant amount.

She slowly sat up, and looked ahead of her at the long dirt road she was riding on. She took a quick look around and found she was also sitting on a rather large wagon, and had been laying on the small, cleared off part at the very edge of it, too. The rest of the back of the wagon was filled with goods. Food, milk, and the like.

Kira yawned, and shook her head lightly to keep the urge to fall back to sleep out of mind. She looked at her reflection in one of the metal milk containers, and found her usually lively face looking pale. She must have lost a lot of blood by now, but obviously not enough to kill her. So, she thought she'd be alright for the time being.

She turned toward the front of the wagon to see who it was that was driving, and gave her best efforts to inch closer to them. What she found was not what she had expected. It was Gizmo who held the reins in his hands, not a human.

Kira couldn't help but let out a chuckle at that, and she used what little strength she had to lift herself up and over to sit beside him. She snatched the leather reins from his gloved hands, and looked on ahead.

"Let me guess. You stole this wagon, didn't you?" She asked the small toy as she glanced at him with her tired eyes. Seeing the small plush nod his head, she let out another soft laugh.

"Well, any idea where this road leads to?" She asked her small companion. Just as she had asked, she heard in the distance the sound of conversation. This threw her off, and she quickly reached back behind her and pulled the sheet that was covering the shipment in the back and pulled it over her head, holding it tightly around her, and only barely showing her face under the dark hood.

"For all we know, Gizmo, they could be the soldiers from earlier. No doubt the man you stole this wagon from came to them for help," She spoke quietly as she continued to approach the voices.

"But... I need to get to a doctor," She added as her voice began softer and softer.

"I've lost way too much blood, and this wound isn't healing properly at all," As she spoke, her eyes went in and out of the blur that threatened to take over her sight. If these were not soldiers, she would gladly rid herself of her pride and ask them for help. At this rate, she was fading quickly.

She sped the horses carrying the wagon slightly, the sound of their hooves clopping filling the air.

Gaia Name: Ghostly_apparition
Character Name: Jirigo
Age:250
Powers: Shadows and darkness.
Details:His power is much like a shadow light hurts him but only to weakening him. He is like a shadow that swallows a light to going only so far into it. Jirigo feeds on souls to keep himself alive and grow in power. Just like light that a shadow devours the more pure the soul the powerful he becomes. A pure darkness that light would never be able to fully dissipate.
Weapons: His claws and teeth.
Side: Daton
Race: Demon
Bio: Jirigo is nothing but a mist most of the time almost intangible. When actually attacking his victims he becomes solid but his true form has never been seen. He came to Daton seeking to feed on a powerful soul but Daton was able to fend him off even hurt him. Daton is the only being Jirigo is afraid of. And thus he is loyal to him and him alone. Every despicable, horrifying act that Daton has needed from killing children, to rapping women, spreading soul shattering fear in the ranks of his enemies Jirigo has been apart of it or the one to commit the acts. One woman in particular fought against Daton by hidding spies, passing messages and healing wounded enemy soldiers. She even spat in Datons face when she was accused. She interested Jirigo attracted him a woman who showed no fear. No fear of daton or himself. Jirigo asked to deal with her personally and handled it the same way. He showed his real true form and fought her. When she lost he rapped her. And thus years later he discovered she had bore him a son. A powerful tool he could use but when she would not turn his son over to him Jirigo killed her and his own son attacked him viciously. His son attacked like a demon. A monster filled with rage and it thrilled Jirigo. But a maddened beast fights without restraint and the battle was short lived. Jirigo thought he had won but his son showed a power he had no idea about which caused him to flee in surprise and pain.
Appearance:

As Kira approached the sound of the voices, she realized that they were most likely not soldiers. From what her sensitive ears could tell, it seemed to be a group of three, though she could not tell the gender from this far away.

She took in a deep breath, and turned to look at her friend with a smile.

"Hey, Gizmo. Listen to me, okay?" She said in a stern tone, "I'm banged up pretty bad. I know I don't usually go to ask anyone for help, but..." She looked down at her side, and slowly peeled her hand away from her wound showing the crimson that was covering her leather gloves.

She covered it again with her side, and looked back at her friend once more.

"Even if they can't help me, they might be able to direct us to the nearest town. There we can see a doctor, get some food, and rest up before we head out again. Whaddaya say?" She asked her partner in crime.

The small, black toy merely looked up at her and nodded his small head, and Kira brought the horses and the wagon to a halt on the side of the dirt road.

"If you don't see me signaling for you in the next five minutes, I want you to get your little fluff ball a** over to where I am as quickly as possible, got it?" Kira spoke harshly at the plush as she handed him the reins and hopped down from the driver's seat. She winced at the jolt of pain that shot through her side, and took in another deep breath.

After a moment, she regained her composure and headed off to where she heard the voices coming from. She walked with silent steps just in case it had been a not so friendly group of strangers. But as she got close, she kneeled down behind a green bush, and looked on through the small branches of it.

There she found a group of three conversing with one another. A blonde woman, a woman with jet black hair, and a man with dark hair. From the look of them, these three did not appear to be soldiers, and so she stood, and made her way around the bush in which she had been hiding in.

Holding her side, and cloaked in the black sheets, she looked on at them.

"Excuse me!" She spoke up loudly. Yes, there probably was a gentler way to go about asking for help, but she didn't know it. So instead, she spoke with harsh words.

"Hey! I need to find a doctor. Do you know where the nearest town is?" She asked. She prepared her body just in case they took her rude tone to heart and shooed her away. She held her wound tightly, the red dripping down onto the ground.

Red Rebels

Hokyo smirked at how Kei talked. A curse, he could’ve guessed that much. Daton himself came up with it, so likely it was far worse then some Kei could come up with. While Kei was very talented he liked to toy with victims, Daton liked to make it possibly the worst pain that anyone could feel and he was sure that in time it would create some type of pain. “Oh you know how I am Kei, all the fun to myself and I don’t like to share.” He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders; he couldn’t help but act this way, though how Kei pronounced his name gave him a bit of a headache.

Yawning he looked at the apple in the tree. “Sorry I wasted your apple Kei, though I’d say its even for the number of times I lost my food when I was just a soldier by you throwing it someone.” Hokyo spoke of a very long time ago, he had been a General for nearly twenty years, so the years before that were blurring unless he focused on just times with Daton. “How is Blake and Dark, I hear Dark has claimed Soma as his own, you must tell him I send my best wishes, you had your way with Blake yet or is she still as cold as the snow found on Dakion?” He asked, not for actually finding an answer, but to keep Kei busy.

Kei was already thinking about doing something; Hokyo could read that much from the way his eyes moved around. So in order to avoid him cursing anyone, Hokyo just had to keep him busy. Could the blonde not tell how powerful this man was, maybe the dark-haired one could and he eyed her every once in a while. “Yea I’ve been wondering about that thing on my arm too.” He spoke rather acknowledging it, and removed the bandage. “Daton placed it here most likely from his own personal spells, something I doubt you could even mess with.” He said rather calmly, he had pushed one of Kei’s button, a challenge. A curse that wasn’t going to be removed, but at the same time it kept Kei’s mind busy and possibly Hokyo could find out about this curse. The tattoo had become a rather light scar looking thing, it spread around his entire forearm and dark spikes spread out along his skin, likely the growth of the curse.

The Capital

Daton stopped when he heard the voice in the shadows. “My own personal demon has come out to play? This must truly be an interesting matter to grab your attention my dear friend.” He spoke calmly, his shape changing in the dark to a older man in his late thirties, his hair growing out long to his lower back and his purple eyes looking into the shadow as though there was nothing left in his eyes. “Kill the older members of the council, only the old. They have been a torn in my side for far too long, I feel as though the council needs a change of seats.” Daton spoke rather loudly, his body shivering in the darkness. “You may kill a few of their soldiers as well, but leave it as though it was wild accidents; I prefer to have Hokyo think that Kei is my only weapon at the moment.” He said and pushed forward into the darkness, what a world he had created, even as he was, he continued to push forward into the dark and never once looked back.

Bandi saw languidly at the man as he appeared from the shadows.
"Alright, my treat. But first, you know my name from Hokyo, but I don't know your name. Proper introductions are only good manners, wouldn't you say?"
He said as he led the man to the nearest functioning tavern. As much as the battle was done away from civilian ground, it was still a difficult transition as the town was changing from a well developed commerce city into a rebel business. It was important to keep business of the merchants flowing in these times to prevent an uprising mutiny from within. That's why Bandi tried to eat out as much as he can. He was using the tax money from treasury of the castle they overtook anyway.

Jirigo smiled his bright teeth gleamed in the shadow." I shall do as my lord commands." Jirigo disappeared smiling crazily oh what fun he thought to himself. He would drop things from roof tops knock down tree limbs even attack a merchant or two like a wild animal. But the old men he would kill them slowly. Smother them to death in their sleep, knock down heavy tents on-top of them, scare them to death, or even drown them.. the ideas and possibilities running through his mind were endless and each one was more horrible than the last.

Kei wasn’t the brightest of the bunch, he could admit that but he wasn’t stupid by far. Especially when dealing with Hokyo one had to be on his feet and ready to move at all times. So even if he did seem like he had let his guard down, he hadn’t. He didn’t know there was an arrow pointed at his back but he did know that the other was up to something, planning, why else would he continue to ask him the same question? The only problem with this situation was that Hokyo was dealing with someone who could see the future. He could look into it and see many paths but the strongest path was always the one he happened to be on should he continue what he was doing.

This was one of his own powers. He didn’t show it often, perhaps the man had forgotten about it? Or maybe Hokyo was never around when he used it? What ever the case he could only smile as his eyes glazed over and he took a glimpse at what was to come. From his current position he could see three outcomes, one his being injured, two his dodging and three Hokyo being injured. But when he looked a bit farther he could see it, something sharp, pointy and obviously threatening to his back.

Even with this knowledge he didn’t move. He returned his eyes to normal and looked to Hokyo with a dissatisfied frown “I that yah knew me better Kyo man, Why do I ever do things?” Spur of the moment. That was how he was. He just did what he thought he should do and that was probably how he ended up with Daton. He didn’t care what happened as long as he could have fun while it was happening. He’d seen his own death countless times and well that could mess with a guy’s head.

He lifted his finger and began to draw on the air, his symbol glowed a bit but didn’t move “Say, Ho~key~O, how about a game. If you can stop meh before I curse that pretty blond over there, I will change your curse so you have a little more time on it then you do now.’ That would be an easy task, while he wasn’t sure Daton would agree with it he figued it would be fun. It wouldn’t remove the curse, but prolong it to give his fellow redhead a chance.