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He watched slowly as all eyes turned to him. It was abit unerving, but he shrugged and merely walked on. Nothing he could do about it. He walked foot after foot until the screeching resumed. t first he paye dit little mind, but merely quickened his pace to be rid of it soner. But, as sensitive as his ears were, as soon as it began reaching higher octaves, and he began feeling a steady trickle of blood form his ears, that he began to show signs of discomfort. His pace quickenned significantly, his ear structure reshapingto lessen the pain as he clutched the two deathmasks and made a rush for the exit.

Practically clawing for the door, he finally flung it openned and stepped out rather hastilly. Slamming it behind him, he slid down against it. Exhaling a long jet of fog from between his lips, he began reforming the structures of his inner and outer ears. He didn't need his balance screwed up on top of everything else.

As he stood, he looked around, and shifted into the more comfortable faun form he'd become acustomed to. He panned his head around looking at the new labyrithine passages of the Ice Chasm.

His eyes quickly turned to the scene playe din front of him instead of the chasm though. He watched, through Ice's eyes, what he'd once been. He watched, resented what he'd been. Nothing compared to now.

As it faded from his sight, he looked once again at what was ahead of him. He was goiong to need a few tricks to work his way out of this mess...An dif Ice was controlling this there was no guarantee he'd ever make much progress...

He began thinking of ways through this. shifting first to Auspex, then hunting for a scent. If he could locate some one else in the more acco,modating levels of the chasm he might be able to hunt his way out. He knew that if the Chasm would allow, both Ice and Faye could be found, or at least Ice...Untill he'd at least run out of options of navigation he wasn't moving.

He stood, contemplating it a momment, and then decided that even if it wasn't what he was lookling for it was better then nothing. Besides that, he didn't want the chasm collapsing in on him, as he suspected might be starting to happen. The ice was thick, but it he'd a suspicion, that if needed it could fall on him quite quickly. And, since that didn't sound very promising, he made off towards the path that he'd found that small smell of life in. Something was there, and that just might be better then wanderring forever down here.

he kept calmly walking toward that scent. As he did, he glanced here and there. Each scene gaine dhis attention for it's duration. he paused more form interest then anything else. As the last one flashed into play he actually stopped to regaurd the ghost of an image.

.:All or nothing, boy...:.

The voice in his head seeme dto taunt him...Originally it was Ice's, as it had been...And then it was something else...One that was mostly his own.

he hissed quietly at himself, and then turned form that vision too. He kept walking towards that one scent.

Rounding he corner, he found himself face to face witha hulking giant of a beast. The bones literring the said one of two things: Either A, It was given meals on a regular basis, or B the thing had some muscle behind it...Liekly both.

He hissed a long quite note as it roared at him form the depths of it's lungs.

"You've gotta' be shittin' me..."

It really went without saying...This wasn't what he'd been planning on. He had to do something though. Fighting or running seemed the two obvious options, and with it lumbering straight at him the options became a bit more restricted.

With the death masks held in each hand he was further restricted. That in mind, as it ran at him, he sought to halt it's progress, even if just for amomment, by throwing up barricades of ice. A wall of spires angled at it, each one several feet thick and razor edged.

As those were shooting out of the ground, he threw blood aorund inside his body and jolted off to the beast's left in a bolt of Celeric speed leaving behind a nice afterimage to distract it. Off to it's flank, he formed another lance of ice, similar to the first but smaller and more precise. He hurled this one at it's head as soon as it made impact with his other distractions.

Leer smirked as all this hapenned. At least he knew he could score some damage in even his simplest attacks. Still, he needed to get the masks of fhis hands if he wanted to finish this quickly. he couldn't guarantee they wouldn't get harmed f he continued on with them in hand. And he KNEW Ice would do more then just kill him if he broke these things.

Once again throwig Celerity into movement he blurred out of the way, letting a suitable afterimage stand where the beast had intended to gore him, and he made for one of the exit tunnels. He tucked them inside it and threw a dome of ice over them, reinforcing it with shadows. The only way he was gonna' let these things get busted up is if he himself fell here. He could probally slip away now if he wanted, but judging by the beast's size it might try and plow after him now, and the prospect of a few tons of weight suddenly busting after him througha wall wasn't a pleasant one. He'd finish this fight, grab the masks after words and then keep moving.

Now slipping behind the beast, he could see the amount of blood it had lost and decided on a new tactic. Just in case he needed a backup though, he slid into a defensive, liquid stance. Tail hoverring over his shoulder, a loose guard and feet shoulder width apart.

He knew there were liquids in this monster, and he knew how most of them functionned. Afterall, what was a liquid but another form of ice. While it charged forward, he dashed at it's back as it made for his afterimage and threw himself at it's back, aiming to sink his claws as deep into it as he could. He hooves were replaced by long talons midflight to help him hold his sought after grip even better.

Taking the initial blow at a bit of surprise, he clung to the flailing limb and pivoted from there to the creature's back. The prospect of a few broken bones was little more then apin in his side at the momment.

He knew he had a bit of time before he'd impact with the walls, and took that time to thrust a hand into the beast's flesh. From there, he introduced a freezing cold. Much as he'd seen Ice change temperatures at a whim, he aimed to replicate on the beast's insides. Frozen blood would tear apart veins and arteries, it might not be an imediate kill, but it should bleed itself out fast enough and begin suffering major problems within a few minutes. Razor shards of ice int he heart, lungs and brain weren't very hospitable situations for most living beings.

He worked the conditions to the best he could before the wall got a little too close for comfort. He waited just a fraction of a second before impact to change states and pull that common vampiric trick of dissipating into a cloud of mist.

Leer watched with some satisfaction from his lurking position in one of the shaded parts of the far wall. As the beast fell, he jumped from his place to the floor, and walked to the corpse. He bent over it a momment, confirming it's death. Meanwhile, the new scene began playing. He didn't see it start, but FELT it. As it began, he turned to watch as he had last time. His interest caught mostly by the swirling Darkness he could see in his own body..., made ihm wonder what it had come to manifest as in his current self.

Shaking his head and saving the thought for later, he nodded to Ice's question. Even if he couldn't be seen, he knew some how that he was being kept up with.

he bent over the fallen beast once more, and looked at the pools of blood there. His levels reserves weren't low yet, but he'd no clue how long he'd be down here...How long it would take and what he'd meet up with further down the way. That in mind, he removed a suitable section of bone from the creature's structure and quickly made it into a collection of vials. The Fledgling took a momment to drink enough to restore what he'd already lost, then filled the vials with the rest of the salvagable blood. These were strapped across his waist on a band of leather from the creature's flesh. Quick work, but suitable. It should give him enough blood to last a anywhere from a few days longer toa whole week if he rationed it correctly.

Nodding once again to Ice's question, he stood, wiped the blood from his mouth and hands and made sure the vials of fhis hip were at a temperature cold enough to keep from spoiling by casting a thin layer of ice over them. He rolled his neck, and moved to gather the masks once more. Once at the fork in the hallway, he stood a momment longer, and searched for a scent or aura he could follow again. For that matter, a trail of any sort.