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Yawgmoth carefully inspected the crater, he figured that would come from a release like he had just done, but the forest? without any harm to the ground between the crater and the forest? That one boggled his mind. He couldn't rememer anything that had happened once...once a certain feeling, a certain rush of everything hit him. It all went to a blurr. "Our head..." Yawgmoth said suddenly grasping his head and kneeling in pain. Blood started to pour from his nostrils for reasons unknown, whatever transformation had occured his body, every bit, and even his mental state and brain had to adjust. Returning back so quickly was causing his brain to hemorrage. He stood up and screamed in agony at the unreal throbbing inside his head. Below his eyes, his tear ducts were even spilling the blood down his cheeks. His hands clawed at the back of his head digging into his skin as he twisted in pain gritting down on his teeth, he felt like his brain was trying to burst from his skull and his hands, his hands kept digging almost trying to let it out. But before he inflicted anymore harm on himself the Dark King's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward unconcious. The bleeding slowly clotting leaving his face lying in a small pool on the ground near the crater.

Yawgmoth groaned after a moment of Ziven working her magic. His eyes rolled back down to their normal position and he awoke, tasting his own crimson blood upon his lips. Someone had helped him..but who. Placing his hands on the ground he lifted his body up to his knees and looked around, spotting Ziven right next to him his expression grew very sour and angry very quickly. His tail lashed like a whip snapping itself around her waistline and constricting. It didn't matter who she was or how fast she could move she was too close to Yawgmoth to avoid an 'attack' from the lower half of his body. As he stood his tail hoisted her into the air, it was incredibly strong for an extra appendage. It brought her nose to nose with him and he stared at her, Right in the eyes. "What...the hell...do you think you're doing!?" He shouted in anger at her wiping the blood from his face with his free hands.

Yawgmoth snarled and pulled his face back "Well next time, think for a god damn second will you? You watched us regenerate a limb from a stump and yet you're worried we're dead from a little head trauma. Bah. Fool." Yawgmoth said with a snort as his tail rudely let go, making gravity take its effect and plop her on her a** to the ground below him. "For something so nice to look at, you certainly do not hold the same benefit in your thought patterns. You are too naive, too foolish. You know nothing of us. Learn, before you act on us again" He finished crossing his arms in a grumpy manner, being so rude as to not even thank her for the heal which, without, would've taken yawgmoth a few hours to regenerate any brain damage.

"Hmm what? Did we not speak clearly enough?" Yawgmoth inquired leaning forward with a glare. "Are that dense to where you did not catch our words? Do we have to speak like this?" Yawgmoth then spoke a series of words...that...were more than words. They were sounds, words in some language foriegn to this place, to any on earth, with clicks and certain sounds in between them. He chuckled and coughed once "We're sure you didn't catch a word of that. But perhaps, you should try to comprehend the langauge you're speaking in better. We are not a native speaker and we hear better than you do. Unless. Unless of course your 'hmm' was at something other than our words...do tell if so. We are curious to find out if we have to squash you"

"Don't flatter yourself. Lots of women around here are worth looking at. You are not excluded. Doesn't mean we're going to treat you any better. It just means you might want to be more careful around us. We've been known to commit several various crimes involving pretty women." Yawgmoth said with a loud pompous chuckle. Oh man he could remember every one too. How his Crow had actually helped him. It was grand. To Yawgmoth the very act of what these humans called 'rape' brought...another satisfaction to him. A greater sense of power than simply ending the life of these pathetic organisms. But it had been a long while since Yawgmoth had comitted that act. Years now it had been. And he had to admit, his newfound affection for Crow made it now seem..less...amusing than it would have been otherwise. He now just resorted to more unique styles of ending the lives of creatures around here. For his amusement, of course.

Yawgmoth was at least honest with himself. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was pig-headed, egocentric, arrogant, or that he had a massive superiority complex. He reacted like an animal to most situations and this was no different his fist clenched and he swung stopping just short of her face. "Your apology saved your jawbone." He said dropping his fist. Even though he may have been as honest as they came in his attitude, he didn't like being reminded of what he was. Especially by this..this puny human woman.

The Dark King grew rather disgruntled when she turned her back to him and started walking away. That, to Yawgmoth, was rather rude. So, he decided to have a little fun. Holding his hand up a small orb of black gathered itself into the palm of his hand and fired with a slight bang. Purposely just missing her by a few inches whizzing over the top of her head exploding into a tree in the distance. Whatever the orb contained was not explosive. It somehow covered the tree in a thick black substance that smelled of charred rubber and began to..liquidate the tree. Breaking it apart at a celluar level. Decomposing and corroding it as it were. "Ah ah. We don't miss twice" Yawgmoth mocked. "We didn't say we were done with you yet.."