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As Zaven made his way back into the forest, he couldn't help but notice that for some reason, the forest had grown darker.

Wait... it was STILL getting darker.

It was almost high noon. It shouldn't be turning to dusk. What was going on?

The few soldiers that were taking up the rear of the brigade turned glances over their shoulders, whispering intensely to one another as they struggled to move faster in their formations.

Suddenly, the leaves and brush that had fallen to the ground were whipped up in a strong gust of wind, whistling through the branches of the trees, and whipping the Dragon Rider's hair back. The wind barreled towards him, as the forest grew darker still.

Then, at the final moment, something happened. It looked as if all of the shadow, and all of the darkness that had fallen on the forest was being thrust upward. Like a tsunami of shadows.

A tsunami that was about to descend on the back of Aurora's army.

(I dont think Zane is alive anymore hah!, but your way ahead of the group and lets say you can definatly see the Alteron Army, so you can start decending to meet them...And bayne TArrok what a way to put a twist on things, but BTW i think you relly need to make sure to read all posts biggrin , also Where the hell did dragon rider come from...non of that razz .
and ok soo its apperent your a bad guy, and your very ahead of the queens army.)

(Darkness like Voldemort! Lolz)

As Zaven dashes through the forest he notices the apex of darness setteling in, turning back to the villiagers he notices The forest isnt growning but Darkness is simply being added. Looking at the new darkness his body changes first his nails legthen, skin grows more than and Irises begin to turn red. His hair darkens, and pupils widen. Then his skin Blackens to a deep brown and Random Skin Cells begin to grow and overlap his skin, creating scales that consume his body, his ears legthen. Skin darkening everstill, gaining more texture.

diging him nails into the groun he lauches himself towards the army, Where monks are already casting holy magic to creat barriers against the blackness. As he approoaches the scene the darkness subsides slightly and then grows into a tsunami across the back of the Villagers. Zaven rushes closer and Leaps into the center of the vortex high above the earth. Hitting a torrent of air He Causes an explosion of air. Zaven rotates as he falls, causing a counter current within the darkness. Massive red lines appeaear within the darkness from the power going through Zavens figures in fury.

((Zaven, I have been reading all the posts. And you'd be incorrect about Nox being evil biggrin ))

The darkness has always been a thing villainized. "Beware the darkness." "Fear the night." A time when man is vulnerable; asleep in bed and clueless of the sinister acts that could be exploiting the darkness around them. When a plague strikes, it is considered a "dark" time. When a man kills, he is "black" hearted.

Humans are foolish for this very reason. They assume. They assume all too much, and when they pass their judgment, they are never prepared for the consequences.

I have discovered a shadows true nature, through observing this fascinating race.

Shadows are neutral. They are simply a thing created, and existing. They are neither good, nor evil. Just as the day is not good, and the night not wicked. The sun can dry a field to its death in a day, where that same field can find solace in the cool shelter of the night's embrace.

What's more is that shadows themselves are only the antithesis of light. They are just as palpable. Wind does not affect the way that light plays upon the ground, and human hands cannot mold shadows.

This is what truly intrigues me. For, based on my observations, I have come to the conclusion that when a Shadow Fiend is present, these rules no longer apply. A shadow becomes something incredibly volatile. It can be solid. It can be liquid. The complexity of a Shadow Fiends nature continues to confound me. I must observe this one more closely when given the chance.

Spirits of the Arcane, bless me in my quest for knowledge.
-an excerpt from a diary found in a cave near the North shores of Alteron

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All around the creature named Zaven, he could hear laughter. Long, amused, deep laughter. Echoing through the darkness that was all around him.

Then suddenly the darkness was gone. Zaven found himself falling through the air of a seemingly normal forest, bright as the day it was in. This might be because the massive gathering of shadows had simply passed across him. After all, they were only shadows.

Weren't they? They had to be. The windstorm that Zaven had created had done nothing to alter them, except that it had ripped up many trees and scarred the land beneath him.

The shadows simply continued to race forward, towards the army.

The monks of Zaven's following were unnerved by the speed and size of this monstrous form that was barrelling towards them. However, they knew that their magics would repel the darkness. After all, the darkness is an evil thing, and a barrier of holy faith would bring it screaming to a halt.

As a nameless mage had stated, the foolishness of men is that they make assumptions. This talk of holiness against the darkness was one of those instances.

Shadows are only shadows. The antithesis of light. Mankind has made darkness a symbol of evil. However, that does not make it such. A being's intentions make it evil.
Regardless, the kin of the shade have known for quite some time that their domain was considered evil. They are smart creatures, and when it benefits them, they will use such superstition to their advantage.

While Zaven might only sea a wall of darkness rushing away from him, those of the army whose faces were turned towards the face of the dark mass were seeing something totally different.

Before them, the towering form was shaped into the leer of a devil. A gigantic skeletal face, its lipless, fang filled maw twisted in a roar devoid of sound.

The skull's jaws opened wide, and descended like a ghost upon the terrified back of Aurora's forces.

((For refference, the shape isn't actually covered. IF you've seen The Mummy, or The Return of The Mummy, you'll know what I'm talking about. The shadows are just "shaped" that way.))

Out of all the commotion, she heard a faint sound behind her and quickly spun around while simultaniously drawing her sword to hold it up in front of her with her legs braced as the other came towards her. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched the other approach, ready to fight to the death if she had to. The girl was quiet, though, she had almost missed her..her ears folded back at that thought.

(WTF Where are all these people coming from now im soo confused)

Felicia watched her warily but slowly shifted her position so that she sas standing upright, lowering her sword but not making a move to sheath it. Her ears remained folded back as she carefully looked the girl over. She then shrugged before lifting her sword up with one arm to rest on her shoulder as she held it by the hilt, her black furry cat ears going back to a normal position. "As if I would know." Felicia said as she swung her smooth, leathry black tail behind her letting the triangular tip brush against the ground.