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Silence, silence fell over the world around, as the sky darkened with a subtle haze of indigo and navy mixed with crimson. The change was more... Sudden then what was normal though, and perhaps Quint would notice it, though perhaps he would not. With the changing of the sky, the light fading, all that was visible as he looked up was that white mask. And then...

"I prefer the name..." A voice, a dark, echoing, whisper like voice that came to his ears. Before him was the mask he held, but also a large cloak and robe, billowing in the wind and darkness. The garb was black as the night, almost difficult to see with the dark sky. Outlining it was a gray pattern at the trim, with flowing indigo slithers of cloth that ran down the front to accent the garb. "...Dhaos. And would suggest you remember it well, young man." a scythe came down, cutting into the ground next to Quint, coming down so fast it was almost like a blur. A fine, decorative weapon with a curved sickle blade that gave off a reflective shine, even though there was no visible moonlight.

"Ah, but to the point I see. Very well then..." The words of the being were spoken in a rather pleased manner, looking down before Quint. "It is of the understanding of my father that you are far from with friendly terms of the cainite and the DeSeer clan, yes? In fact... It is safe to say that you perhaps hate this one, this DeSeer clan and its leader... This woman Roan?" he pauses, then continues "Furthermore... It is of the understanding of my father that you are aware of his existence, hm? You know his name, and wish to seek him out do you not?" he asked.

"Amusing." The voice spoke in a tone that almost hinted at laughter. "I had not considered that one would believe themselves... Unseen by father. But wrong, incorrect, you cannot go unnoticed by He who's eyes are cast upon all." As the creature spoke, the dark seemed to shroud over Quint. Tendrils, hands, and other forms of the shadows drew out from the cloak and began to touch him, wrap around him, grasping him. "But why? Why ever should father care for you, hm? What might you offer, what skills would you... Could you have for the benefit of his person? You seem useless to me... I could be wrong. Huh..." The mask neared Quint's face, lowered a little along with the cloak. "I do wonder though... What do you gain out of any of this? What purpose have you to antagonize a creature so much more powerful then you as the DeSeer Matron?" Dhaos asked.

The shade gave a pause, having listened to the man's words. It appeared contemplative of what he said, considering it before giving a response. "Hehehehe..." He gave as a chuckle, the tendrils and appendages lifting the man up very slightly, just off of the floor below. "...You are to be one to think yourself able? Somehow there is a belief in your head considering a chance? What makes you think yourself able to defeat a Cainite Matriarch? What causes the thought to your brain that poses the curious inclination 'I can defeat Roan DeSeer!' hmm?" he gave the question as the hood and mask which made up his 'head' tilted to the right, curious. "He thinks that he need only a chance, then? He thinks the creature Roan is that simple to face? Amusing... Amusing... Your narrow minded naive outlook, but plausible and supposedly logical perhaps, yes..." he released Quint from his grasp, letting him drop. Whether or not he fell or landed on his feet was up to him really. "Hm, tell me then..." he said, as his form shifted into and through Quint. He moved forward, the wrappings, cloak, and robing all passing through the man as if the creature were not even there. Moving past and behind him, the shade turned, his garb flowing in the wind and brushing along Quint's back and over his shoulders. "How chance might the father factor to this? Rather... What purpose does Truth serve in your little personal endeavor? Why do you seek Him, you, a pebble in this ocean of our existence?" he asked with a more stern, less amused sounding voice, impatience heard within it.

Again, the shade gave a pause, a low rumbling groan of sorts heard from it. "The question was spoken and not answered. What is your business with father? Why do you seek Truth?" The aura darkened, the sky turned colder steadily,m and the cloth wrappings seemed to grow more restless. "Your personal strive to death is not father's concern. Why should we care enough not to remove you out of our way now? Against or with, only two choices... Tell us now, and I shall not ask you again." A sound followed its voice, like the movement of the wind, the rustling of leaves, the hissing of death.

"Enemy of your enemy... Hm?" Like a ghastly whisper, this now amused tone spoke into the air. "That simple? That precise? That exact? Maybe... Perhaps father's enemy is indeed equal to your's and that is enough. But..." The clothing spread out, the cloth and garb separated and snaked around him. All at once it formed a long, winding path of darkness that swirled Quint's form. It ended at the head, where the mask was, now in front of Quint's eyes and face, peering upon his expression. "...Perhaps it is not enough! Hm? Perhaps this is not so simple as though the way you might think. Father's intentions run deep, deeper, deepest! They, like Roan, are not so simple as to just approach and kill, kill and be done with it. The Cainite is a manipulative, a user, a creature that has other creatures do as she desires then slays them when she is finished. You seek the straightforward, but you shall not acquire it, not from her. So then I ask again... What manner of you have you for father? If you are pointless, then you are an obstacle, a wall, in the way and shall be swept aside because of it." another hiss, as the creature continued to interrogate him.

There, there it was... That amusement appearing in the creature's voice as it spoke. "Do? Hehehe... Do, you so ask?" as the form slipped away from Quint, gathering itself in front of him as a shade once more, the scythe lifted up. "You need only listen to the wise counsel of my father. His will be done, and all shall be known and accomplished. Provide him with your ear, follow his will as directed, and your 'mark' on this world will be set as the stone of the mountain itself. The Cainite has yet to best father in all of their encounters, service and alliance with Him would be in your best interest." he says.

Then, I would I get in touch with him, or will he call me? He'd continue to be calm, and though it sounded to Quint like Dahos was an a**, mocking him at every turn, he was forced to play nicely. Yea..I sort of doubt the guy would still be alive if he fought Roan and her kin only to lose.

So what's the plan? He'd ask plainly, crossing his arms, a spot already picked out for her bust in his--new--home.