Welcome to Gaia! ::

Luna looked at Ialo,and didn't understand what he was talking about until.. Her eyes widened as she heard the call for her. She glanced up at Ialo, silently asking if this is what he was going through for those few seconds. She felt her back becoming hotter as sweat formed on the back of her neck. That usually happened when she was nervous, and boy was she nervous. "W-What.." she started but she couldn't continue. She heard her name coming from the left.. no, her right. ..Everywhere..
"What's happening.." she asked softly to Ialo. She was almost sure he didn't hear her, but maybe he saw her mouth the words. But she was sure he was caught up in his own little dilemma. "Show yourself!" Luna cried out. It was louder than anything she's said since she started attending the school. She scared herself, actually. But she meant what she demanded. She wanted to see what was wrecking her night with Ialo.

((Wait... how many of your clone thingies are walking around? I should have one behind me, and one in front of me, and now there's one next to my new girlfriend? Which one am I supposed to run the sword through?))
((Actually, you know what would make this so much easier? If you just split us up and put us in little pocket dimensions so I can deal with you one on one. I have the power of Jesus AND Freud! And I'm not afraid to recruit Buddha either!))

Ialo sighed, and resigned himself to his fate. He held the sword in a stabbing position and launched himself at the figure in front of him. "Of all nights, why tonight?!" He wasn't looking at Luna, and never noticed that he couldn't hear her.

((I feel tonight is going to be a long night, my friends. Get out the Red Bull and Monster.))

"My my, what a temper you have Doggy."

The sword plunged into the figure's gut, but despite the considerable force behind the blow, he remained stoic. The blade was now protruding through his back. His right hand, still up in an eerily friendly gesture, moved down and grasped the blade. The Obsidian material of the handle quickly grew around Ialo's hand, ending just above the wrist in a cracked pattern reminiscent of roots. The figure raised its left hand, and with the flick of a single finger, the entire figure shattered into millions upon countless millions of microscopic fragments of Obsidian. The matter rushed Ialo's face, flying up his nose, in his mouth and down his throat.

"So it seems you've yet to unleash your true form." It was now behind her, its left hand in the back of her skull. "Why is that? Why is it you've always held yourself back? I'm sure you've realized that you could push yourself beyond a simple wolf. Is it because people have instilled in you the fear of becoming a monster? Or rather, that deep, deep down, you know you already are?"

"I've given you the power to protect her." Ialo could hear the voice from everywhere, as though it was inside his own head now. "Despite what you and others may think, I don't think of myself as evil. More of an overseer that decides to step in every now and then. That blade is bonded to your very soul now. Though you can retract and manipulate the size and shape of the blade itself, your hand shall remain living-Obsidian. The Obsidian shall creep up your arm ever so slowly the more you use the blade, leaving behind the scattered root pattern that you may already notice on your wrist. In exchange for this power, when I call upon you, you shall heed my call."

Luna blinked. It wasn't in front of her anymore. She felt it's hand touching her, so she shrugged it away. "Don't you dare touch me." she said hatefully. Part of her shuddered at her own voice; how it sounded. The other part embraced it. Enhanced it. "I can do what I want." she said, glaring at it. "People don't influence my choices and how I think." she said calmly. Of course, it wasn't true. But she was careful not to show any signs of it. "And I know exactly what I am." she said, walking towards the creature. She stood in front of it and stared at what she thought was eye-to-eye. "I'm not a monster. Look at what you're doing to poor Ialo!" she said, flaring her nostrils and motioning to her boyfriend. She glanced at him, he was on the ground and seemed to be having a panic attack. She was surprised, she thought he was just standing. What the hell happened to him?! she said, not controlling her own movements nd crouched down next to him. She put a hand on his cheek and tried saying loving, comforting words. Damn it.. he can't hear me.. she thought. She turned her head back to the creature. "You're the monster!"

"Deary, I'm but an observer. Your friend there is being devoured as we speak. As of yet you lack the strength to defeat the creature attacking him. As of yet, you're entirely unable to see it." The figure motioned to her hand. "Strike me. Focus and change your hand, and slash me across the helmet. Only then will you realize the power needed to save the one you love."