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"There is much you don't know about me, it is a side I rarely show. It comes from a past I had hoped I left behind." Elfy smiled faintly, "Guess I didn't."

Her eyes turned suddenly to Roan the red pixie forgotten.
"Roan you must promis me that you will stop me when I go to far. Once the old power is realesed I have no controle over myself anymore. It takes over, it has done so before and I rather not go through that again."

As she spoke these words she looked once more as the Elfy everyone knew the darkness from before slowly fading only the attire remind but that also had lost the darkness and suited her much better now.

Elfy smiled lightly and fell into the couch her eyes closed.

"I'm so lucky to be able to call you my friend Roan ."

((Guess who's back. >_>

And really sucks.

<_<))

With little fanfare, a small crack in the air just outside the tavern opened up, pulsating red faintly before throbbing twice and growing large enough for a large person to step through. One armoured hand reached through, grabbing on to the side of and pulling the rest through.

"Damn, it's been far too long.." To him, well over a century had passed. He was thankful to say the least for his heritage which had allowed him such a long life span and maintain still an excellent form. He looked ahead, seeing the tarven which still stood where it had been when he had left. A small smile cross his face as he started to walk towards it, the light of the moon reflecting off the simple crimson armour he wore, which began to slowly dissolve into the night, much more casual teeshirt and baggy jeans replacing it. Over his head, a soft bandana made it's appearance, a spade on the front of it. Rekkuuza rose his eyes up and looked through his crimson coloured hair, finding the bandana blocking just the top of his sight as it used to.

The Tavern...he had many memories of this place, just as many still present as he had forgotten. He walked foreward to the door, trying to maintain silence as he still remembered that this place had once been a home to himself amoung others here. He breifly wondered if anyone would even be there, given the hour it was. Of course, if memory served him correctly there was always someone present. With a sigh, he pushed the door open, his green eyes scanning the place, seeing it exactly as he had remembered it. He saw one person on the couch, sleeping or passed out..unconcious, in any case. The person at the bar he saw, however was wide awake. He walked towards her, his boots sounding lightly against the wooden floor. He reached with one hand, a bottle of vodka shaking itself loose from it's fellows and floating to his hand. He opened it and sat down next to her, eyes on the bartop instead of her. He spoke slowly, his voice semi-quiet.

"...It's been awhile...Sid."

Once the meek child of a noble family deminished into a ruin of a loner. Metheo or Darken he forgotten what he sided on as he walked inside the Tavern. Wonder filled his dark red orbs as he took in his surroundings. His long ebony fingers trailed over the trim of his silver wolf pelt. His black hair grazed over it as he peeked out his black ear on the top of his head twitched. The snow slipping off of them as he walked inside. Wings tucked warmly under the fur as he made his way in. The sounds were peaceful as of now. He liked it compaired the the screams he endured. Before he could remember the exzact images he paused for a moment. Lost in the same thought that brought him in the Tavern in the first place. Who am I really?

He made his way to a seat and tucked his tail safely by his side as he rubbed his hands together. Creating friction to make some warmth fromt he cold outside that seemed to bite his flesh. Akuma was all he knew of his name. He didn't remember he was the son of Zeld or Cerisiana. Only that he was alone in a world and this place somehow he felt drawn to it.

From a small pouch under is pelt he kepted a canister. It seemed to be empty as he looked over at the man. Giving him only a smile as a greeting as he headed over towards the stove and started to heat up a thing of water. Something to bite the chill from his young but aching bones. He looked no more then the age of 19. Though he seemed familiar in his looks. Like others who once came here. He had a small set of horns on his hair familiar looking to once one named Valdris. His eyes gave that same hint of lonely yet cruel intentions.

He stood over the stove and started to use the heat more then for his water. But to warm his hands as well. The sounds of the water bubbling came after a long while. Slowly he started pouring the water into the long canister. The steem danced around him wildly as he watched the water level carefully. Making sure not to overflow so it would spill. Setting it off to the side he ripped open a thing of hot chocolate. Pouring the powder down as he tightened the lid. Shaking the canister lightly as the mix the two together. On the back of his hand could be seen the mark. A cross of red as blood marked on the back of his hand. Only those who new the bloodline knew who he was.

As if only a mere wolf in a Lions den he took her watch with all seriousness. His face grew pale as he saw her fangs slip past her soft lips. Making him bite his own. His own fangs were not for the same intentions of hers. Being his breeding made him slightly demonic and Hylian he kepted his eyes lower to hers out of respect and fear. He was weak now from travel and had no power to fight. Nor even pretend to be stronger then he was. He simply finsihed mixing and started to take a sip. Politely he bowed his head in greeting as if to let them know he ment no trouble and was only passing through. The chocolate stained his lips only for a moment as his tongue licked the trail into his mouth. His sleeve quickly followed suit to clear any he missed. His cat like tail twitched as he headed back to his seat.

He watched the two but did not stare in case they both took it as a threat. HE didn't fear death but he knew in this place a good bump on the head was easy to come by. Taking only a few moments to taste some more of his drink as he listened softly to the echos of voices. Almost comforted that he wasn't alone. That he had some company by him.

Rekkuuza nodded upon hearing the news of the relatively smooth birth of her kids, smiling again. Strange how being near people who didn't need to ask him a question about a large matter, sign a paper or duel someone to the death at dawn (a task which frequently proved uninteresting and overall a waste of time) gave him more than enough reason to be relaxed and happy...though something about Sid seemed odd t o him, something that hadn't been there when he last saw her. Though he figured such a question was far outside the boundaries of common decency to ask about.

On the inside, despite his paranoia towards what he thought was erratic behaviour, he relaxed. After such a long time, he figured finding a topic to talk about would be a paramount task..though conversation between them apprantly still found a way to flow between the two.

Rekkuuza's eyes flickered over to the youth that had entered, his eyes catching the mark on his hand and the canister he held. He was curious about both...but put both aside. Unless it turned into a direct threat to himself he had no concern for what he was doing. Instead, he brought to the front of his mind her own questions. He carefully mulled them over, resting his chin on his hand, though his eyes were still on her own crimson coloured ones. Slowly, he started to speak, trying to figure out just how to phrase everything.

"Hmm...a good question. Though it has been long since we met here, I feel as though it has been nearly four times as long for myself." He paused, thinking for a moment. 'Feel' wasn't quite the correct term to use, as for him it had been four times as long. But that was a minor detail, one he didn't need to explain in detail to her as it would just bore her. "A great deal has happened..though a large portion of it has proven uneventful and detrimental to myself. Though the beginning and end were very interesting, we would be here all night if I were to tell the full tale. I'm sure you've other business to do tonight that just listen stories."

He stopped once more to take a sip of the vodka and tie the headband tighter, his fingers running over the semi-raised and textured fabric that the spade had been put on to it with. He thought over the next part breifly in his head before remebering to answer the first part of her question.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I forgot to answer the first half of you question...though the answer is far from interesting. The usual tedium invovled with warfare, revolution and the like. It all begins to blur together after a certain point, don't you think?" He shurgged, doubting she'd agree with him on that particular point but it was how he felt on the matter. Such matters often did become boring and plain uninteresting after years of doing it. "But talking about myself is rather boring, and makes for war stories that have a knack for causing people to either become ill or fall asleep. More the former than the latter, though. How have you been in the time we've been apart? I'm sure you've got much more interesting tales to tell than one such as myself."