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* Ali simply smiled as he watched from a distance, he was alittle jealous actually that Zero got to have fun. But Ali wasn't one to butt in with a fight unless asked to so instead he simply observed and noted anything specific and worth remembering.*

The evening's lack of light gave rise to many horrors in the darkness. The most prominent of these horrors Ziven knew personally, the Dark King Yawgmoth who was himself out and about in his natural habitat so to speak. The darkness. Above the tree line a great black wave rose up blotting out the light of the moon and the stars. A great roar sounded and the wave crashed over the forest in the opposite direction of where Ziven was coming from. The crashing wave made no sound for in light there was spark, life and warmth. In darkness there was bleakness, lifelessness, and the cold silence of death. The grove that would soon be revealed to the young woman hosted, of course, Yawgmoth with his back facing her. Shirtless with gleams of water running form his head down his shoulders and back. Sweat. The part of the forest that the wave crashed over was painted black like a giant wave of tar and sludge had been dumped onto it. Without bothering to take note of her since his concentration was at a high, Yawgmoth took a few deep breaths before raising his hands into the air. It appeared as if there were some weight in his arms for they lifted slowly and with struggle though there was no apparent mass on them. At his command the entire field of black where the wave had crashed peeled up off of the forest leaving it as though he had never laid his darkness upon it. The great black mass gathered itself into the form of a very massive orb which slowly descended upon Yawgmoth, enveloping him. A few moments later the darkness of the orb suddenly withdrew inward leaving Yawgmoth standing firm and proud, the signs of fatigue and struggle gone like he had been healed by the darkness. His large arms remained crossed over his chest as he stared with unpleasant red eyes toward her. "What the hell are you doing out here?" he demanded to know.

Yawgmoth scoffed at her so carefree reply. This was not a place of freedom. This was a place where the strong imposed their will upon others and Yawgmoth was among the strong. If he so desired her to turn around and go home he could force the issue because he was stronger than she was. This however, was not his intention as he grumbled and began to speak again. "Why are you walking at this time of night anyway? Surely there is a purpose to your random walks. Do share." He inquired.

"Yes yes we know all about you and Ali sharing your stories. We got so bored we left without either of you taking note. We wish Ali would just ******** you and get it out of his system already. Despite whatever nonsense he spilled while we were around it's clearly lodged in his brain somewhere, in some primal part. But there is this whole Reeve thing and you being a moron about him loving you. Your naivety is oh so amusing." Yawgmoth spoke, just about mocking her with every single word that came past his lips. "We are so different from one another. You crave the companionship of others, the company, we could sooner be alone for eons again and be just fine. Sentient creatures are overrated some times. Most of them are either weak, morons, or enemies." Yawgmoth concluded with a long sigh indicating that he had more problems going on inside his head than he was willing to share. "The next best thing in our book is solitude, but we suppose one like yourself would need to find some sign of life. Even if that sign of life is say, us."

Yawgmoth just blinked dumbfounded by her initial response. Was she really that dense? He supposed now that he was right about her naivety. "Yes. This language you creatures speak is so simplistic and doesn't ever say what we mean." he said. The next few words that rolled out of his mouth sounded more flowing than his speech in english, the words just seemed to roll right off of his tongue and into her ear though she of course wouldn't understand a word of it. "Ahhh sometimes." he said ending the odd language and returning to english. "We wish we could speak Phyrexian all the time and be understood. Such a beautiful artful piece of linguistics. English is so droll."

Yawgmoth only laughed at her assumption. "It is only dominant here. And it is the hardest language to learn believe it or not. We simply love how you make these judgments having never even been off of this little mudball you call a planet. Trust us, we say with a profound knowledge of many many cultures, earth's languages are highly over complicated." Yawgmoth said turning towards the stars. "They stopped being beautiful for us a long long time ago." He said with a slight frown. His ascension had changed that. As a thran the stars were great wondrous things to be discovered, now that he was practically a force of nature who had seen and done just about everything in the universe there was to do, there was to accomplish, they had lost their appeal.

Yawgmoth shrugged. "Few things give us a rush anymore. Those few things are of course, sex with Crow, and combat with strong individuals. Even if we win, so long as they were a challenge to overcome it was worth it. There isn't much else we can think of offhand that throws adrenaline through our veins quite as hard as those things. Perhaps something else will peak our interest eventually. Something new we haven't already done or seen. But those, those are rarities nowadays." He answered truthfully. Having been alive and around for as long as Yawgmoth had, the term "new" was getting rarer and rarer each day his life continued.