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She listened, understanding why he said this but not .. "If he wishes to love again ... of course. If not .. then I was right so very long ago .. I was not worthy. Either way .. we shall see.

Farewell." she said, her final word heard by both. A slight delay .. then a small pop, and she was gone.

He hid himself in a cave that he found in one of the mountain faces. He tucked himself all the way into the back...he was unarmed and unarmored, his knees pulls up to his chest cradling himself. He was shaking, always shaking, in sometimes violent outbursts. For the first time in a great while he was scared, afraid like a little boy. He was angry, scared and in mourning all at the same time and it had broken him. The mysterious lost of his wife took out the one keystone that held his person together and he was coming apart. His face was buried in the arms that were hugged tight around his legs. The blonde warlord was broken

A pair of legs dangled from the roof of the inn, bare toes wiggling absently. Ayla was perched on the rough surface, leaning back to rest her weight on her forearms. The sleeves of her top lay delicately spread around her arms, protecting her fragile skin from the unfamiliar and cold material that threatened to scar it. Her head was slightly tilted back, and her green orbs were fixated on the dark sky. The stars were oddly enough peeking out this silent night. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen them illuminate the sky.

She had been sitting there for a while, silently watching the people who entered and left the inn. She was sure that most hadn't been aware of her presence, and so far, no one had demanded to know why she was there. It seemed to be a serene place to spend some time alone, even though the sight wasn't exactly the most beautiful landscape she had ever seen. The silence was what appealed to her. She already felt as though she didn't belong there, so finding herself a little spot of her own felt good.

Allowing herself to study the environment, she was surprised to see how withered and broken certain things in the distance were. This place obviously had a story of its own, a historic tale that was yet to be passed along to generations to come. The overwhelming need to find out exactly what had occurred when and where tickled her senses. Frowning to herself, she pushed that need aside and refocused her gaze on the stars.

The stars, as beautiful as they were, were never enough light to shine away the one thing that made terror in the syndicate easy to come by. Darkness. Especially for someone as adept with it as Yawgmoth. The night meant he was virtually god amongst the black cast sky and the numerous shadows lurking around every single inch of the grounds. They would all jump to obey his command and do whatever he requested of them. This made preying on people much much easier for him. And tonight, tonight there was one particular person he wanted to prey on. One who had the balls to insult him so daringly. The time for getting even was now.

Yawgmoth's form was none, for he was everywhere within the darkness now. A trick of his to say the least. Meant for hiding and sneaking upon prey just sitting around. "You know, little girls like you shouldn't be out so late. There's things that like to do unspeakable things to little girls like you. Things like...oh us for instance." The voice of Yawgmoth taunted seemingly from every direction, everywhere there was darkness his voice came from making it nigh impossible to pinpoint where he was. Another scare tactic of course.

I simply want to have a nice chat* Ali folded his arms in front of his chest and simply smiled, moving afterwards to a suitable spot and sitting down. Watching the little girl and simply listening to Yawgs antics, kinda expected actually. He never liked it when people stood up to him.*

Ayla didn't bother to flinch as Yawgmoth's unwanted presence appeared behind them. She glanced over the edge of the roof, mentally measuring the distance down to the ground. It was quite a way's up, now that she thought about it. Reaching over to her left, she grabbed her boots and slid them on, securing the buckles. "Don't you two have some a**l love making to do?" she questioned innocently, momentarily grinning to herself.

Placing her hands on the surface at her sides, she lifted herself up a few inches, then smoothly swung forward and slid off the roof. It took her only a few seconds to reach the ground as she landed on her haunches with one hand touching the ground. Straightening, she dusted herself off and made sure her quiver was still secured on her back.

Yawgmoth's eyes flared for just a moment before a grin broke his face. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Gathering the energy he needed to complete this task, Yawgmoth's body quickly vanished, sinking into the shadows on the rooftop Yawgmoth utilized them as a method of transport. Silently, stealthfully as the shades themselves Yawgmoth's body emerged from where? Why her own shadow of course. Directly behind her Yawgmoth now stood. Reaching around with his large powerful arms his hands snatched onto two things. A left breast, and a right breast. His sinister voice then whispered. "See, that's where you have it all wrong, we're much more interested in doing those types of things to you", as his whisper faded Yawgmoth's hands gripped for a moment, and then released as the Dark King quickly made his escape by sinking away in her own shadow. Coming back up a good distance away from the shade of a tree near by, laughing, taunting her with every vibration of his vocal chord with what he'd done.