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Anuksu's wings glowed a light purple and formed a large number of demon tails. The tails writhed and shaped into a ball large enough to shield Anuksu on all sides. Each black tail was like a blade of it's own, waiting to take the impact for its master.

::Anuksu's shield would serve him well, at least for a time. The razor sharp bits of blade would continued attempting to crash and smash against the black ball gaurd for at least the next 2 minutes. And then, Anuksu from within his orb of black would feel them stop. Utterly and completely, there wasnt a sound in the room save perhaps for Ruuvan stealing away the boy. Unfortunately, covered in ones appendages, one isnt usually gifted the ability to see outside their own shield. Unless Anuksu peer forth using some sort of psychic perception in which the only psychic feedback he'd recieve was the sound of thousands on thousands of tiny laughs, like an army of crazed children...::

::And what timing he had. As Anuksu's body fell like bits of rain, one would see that the bits of sword snapped quickly into place, like a puzzle re-assembling itself with lightning speed. And with a mighty clang it struck the floor beside boy.

And indeed there was silence, as Ruuvan was allowed to scoop the sleeping D up. This was a large house, surely it had...something worth eating or sleeping in.::

::Food, drink, splendor. Their were even a few empty rooms with beds and the like. And D....D was so very asleep that even Morpheus, God of Dreams would not be waking him. He would be alive, his breathes were slow, and steady, but he was alive.

Yet, as dark as it was outside there was an ever present red hue across the sky. Should Ruuvan choose to step out of one of the many castle balconys he would be presented with the lovely imagine of...A giant red eye, looking something like a vicious slice in the sky hovering over the all of the Northernlands.

And there he was left. Eventually D would need to bed down, and so would he.::

Finishing off the items of food on his plate didn't take long once he started, but there was little evidence left in the form of crumbs and other such pieces; every bit savoured as if it would be his last, that's how Ruuvan believed it. So, with the food gone and a pause in movements for a while, he took the time to move a few feet away from the table and outside the castle walls by means of a balcony. He was immediately met with the large red eye Walter had described, though much larger than he had imagined, so it was apparent fate needed him to be here.
"Just need a really big finger to poke it now, eh?" Ruu turned his head slightly, addressing the sleeping child left on the bench, a small laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head.

Ruuvan made sure that his equipment, by which the narrator means weapons and other such defensive/offensive implements - including his bow - was all in place and ready to be drawn should that being come back. In his experience, something that could float wasn't destroyed so easily, so they needed to be careful. With this in mind, Ruu scooped D into his arms again and started on his trek through the castle, looking in each door until he found what appeared to be a small bedroom. Without the care to find one with two beds, the elf lay the child on the sheets and drew the cover over him, turning around to face the door as he slumped into the bedside chair. Slowly, as the time past, Ruu closed his eyes until he drifted into a shallow sleep; something like this was practiced by Rangers, or fighters in any case, in order to allow them to wake up if they sensed a threat near them.

((I guess that interupted my post and means we're still just outside the dining area, eh?))

Ruuvan turned his head slightly as he was addressed, later on he would feel annoyed for letting the person sneak up on him, but for now he'd humour the fellow up until the point that he left or one of them ended up dying. Of course, the fact that this man had already been torn apart once and was now in front of him showed that killing might've been something difficult, but what can you do?
"I fail to see how a symbol of evil can be considered 'beauty', sir." Ruuvan turned around and stared at the figure, one brown and one sea green eye trying to find the true intention of this being, "My name is Ruuvan Lassenger, who are you that owns this castle so near a gateway of evil?"