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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 6:55 pm

Multiple reports spoke of this region, both cryptic and plain in their reference.

He knew it well.

In years long past, several hunters he managed business with spoke of this region - particularly for its bounty. Often they brought him deer, elk, pheasant, rabbit, and the occasional bear to mount from the bountiful forests just outside the city. Sometimes mountain lion. Other times cougar. He knew no lack of projects from these woods, nor lack of hunter prime for purchasing a reanimation of the corpse for their own egotistical purposes. Wall mounts, rugs, full polyurethane foam replicas came to mind while he watched the tall, thin trees sway blankly in the wind.

They told no stories.

"Zat is fine," the creature responded calmly. His arms unfolded and hung at his sides while approaching the border of the woods, gleaming bones tied to the back of his tatters heralding their own death songs. The remainders trawled in the dirt, the grass, tracing the ground with flecks of tar stubbornly clinging to the tattered hem. "Given enough years, even ze greatest boulders erode away under steady rain. Sand slowly turns to glass. Civilizations crumble while nature reclaims her hold. And I'f got all ze time I'll ever need." He smiled, step faltering just slightly - the ghost of a dance.

"In time, our skies will know naught but darkness - every meager light wholly swallowed up by corruption. A perfect circle of ze universe, one fully completing ze cycle of one trite little seory on how it all started. But I find..." He drew a sigh while a few clawed fingers strayed to thin bark. "I do not care anymore. Zis town, I detest it, but it does not bozzer me so. Not like it used to. Do you know why?" Gold eyes turned toward the canopies, attentions spanning out for traces of auric energy given off by his adversaries. "Because chaos lives in everysing. I will know my curious surprises when I see zem, and comfortable predictability lies in zeir guaranteed presence. I wonder... Just how much are you hiding? How many? Ten? A hundred? A tausend? I will know in time."

Soon tar seethed and frothed from the pores of his body, bubbling down several strips of skin until very little pale complexion showed beneath the blackened fluid. The hand once trawled over trees now drew thick gouts of tar between them, forming a sticky webbing between a surfeit of branches and trunks. And given his ability to surmount heights with relative ease, Bischofite wasted little time in rendering a trap of webs.

And in the dead of night, darkness proved nigh impossible to spot.

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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 5:52 pm

No matter how dark it ever got, there was always light somewhere. Sometimes it was a huge beacon, announcing it's presence to all involved. And other times it was a tiny light buried in the dirt of this world, alive but in need of a little care. Arcadia had filled all those roles in his time during the war. Though he sorely wished to be that strong beacon of hope, circumstances had led to him hiding out in various places. Among them was this forest, a familiar place he often walked through, sometimes slept in if he could find a good tree to perch in.

So this path felt very familiar, and he thought little of what could be lurking in the dark. He tried not to let such thoughts bother him immensely, since quite honestly at any time the lot of them could be taken down by the forces of Chaos. It wasn't that he was reckless...he just refused to live in paranoia.

Arcadia's glow was not as bright tonight as it could have been. The path before him was illuminated by the soft glow of his cape and nothing else. It was enough for him to see the path, and he let his senses account for everything else. Still, no matter how good his senses were they weren't prepared to warn him about the dangerous tar streaming between trees in an odd rendition of a spider's web.

Arcadia hated friggin spiders. His first reaction at hitting the tar was to yelp and swat at it, thinking it was in fact just a giant damn spiderweb. But all too quickly it became apparent it was something -far- different.

And no matter how much he pulled at it it simply seemed to entangle him more.

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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:24 am

The sudden cry brought a smile to his face.

Drawing a charged breath, the creature descended from his thick perch near the canopies, spreading further gouts of tar between the branches. He landed not far from the trapped knight's location. Rather than approach immediately, Bischofite eyed the frantic movement of his prey while he worked himself further into the grasp of sticky tar. Idly he wondered how much it must hurt for the heat to envelop most of his body - whether he knew a ghost of the Inferno now, entombed in his own blazing coffin.

Finally Bischofite approached at a slow gait, wings folded to remain unobtrusive while he surveyed the scene. Often he ducked or stepped over tick cords of tar that drew from tree to knight, though his outfit often fared unwell in those efforts. Already he trawled a few dregs of the black substance across the grass, and some clung to the train of bones fashioned at the back of his waist. "I sought I'f seen all ze senshi and knights by now, but you... You're somesing different. You're somesing I don't recognize. Mercury I would guess, given your uniform. Unlike senshi, you knights flaunt quite a few similarities between yourselves.

"I sink you'f learned by now zat flailing about in your current situation is more a detriment zan a boon. Tell me, Knight, how do you plan to wrench yourself free? How do you expect to dissuade me from simply plucking your starseed from your chest, or loading it so full of chaos zat it shatters beneas' its burden? I wonder what kind of youma you might make... A feral? A humanoid? Somesing in between? A curiosity wors' investigating, wouldn't you say?" The creature advanced toward the back of his capture, and soon braced both taloned hands on either shoulder of the knight. With practiced care, he leaned close enough that the long beak of his half-mask pressed behind the shell of the man's ear, in the divot where cartilage met bone. Breath traveled down the long, empty shaft.

"Which troubles you more? Ze life of a youma, or a senseless deas' in ze middle of a forest? Would you care to eat your loved ones, or would you want your memory forever buried here wis' no one any wizer to your fate?"

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