[Dawnhawk]

~Masochia~Slaynvigil~
A violent hiss came from a rent in the rock face, followed by the emergence of a long Blackberry Slithey. In her mouth was a misfortunate, unidentifiable being that had fallen prey to her terrorist enjoyment. The Slithey was following a Void Sahound whose pelt was dashed with ash and various spots of blood. Quickly the lizard gulped down the poor thing in her mouth and barked at the Sahound, who turned around with a blank look in his eyes.
"You will not approach the mouth of the volcano without me, Slaynvigil. And under no circumstances will you throw yourself into the lava."
Slaynvigil appeared as if he were going to interrupt, so the Slithey pushed on, embellishing her words by surging forward and placing her foreclaw upon his chest.
"And I do not care if you are feeling particularly suicidal today! You live to be my slave. You live to do what I say, when I say. I let you live that day for a reason, and until I find out what that reason is, you will continue to be under my command!"
Slaynvigil whimpered and coughed up a moist ball of ash, but made no further response.
"Good. Now continue on. I would like to harvest some obsidian before the sun rises, pup."
Slowly the Slithey took her weight off of Slaynvigil, and he slithered out from beneath her.
"I believe you are forgetting something." the evil one prompted, slashing at the Sahound's tail. When he hesitated, she roared, rage apparent in that one, formless utterance.
"YES MASOCHIA!" Slaynvigil erupted, whirling around and snapping at her neck. Masochia jerked back, then used her tail to spring forward and force Slaynvigil onto his back, crushing a few of his ribs.
"I believe that I have warned you too many times before, Slaynvigil," she said slowly, drawing a sharpened claw up the male's neck and stopping it short at the beginning of his bottom lip. "I will do it one. last. time." she annunciated.
"Do not anger me again."

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan

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Intense heat... and yet no feeling towards it. Most could not withstand this heat, but he was not like most creatures. He stood alone on a cragged corner, volcanic fumes spitting near his body. The heated vapor, hot enough to scorch creatures, swirled around him like a veil, and yet he did not feel it. The equine-like creature acted as if he was lost to the world; unable to feel or know what was going on around him. His head was low, his muzzle nearly touching the ground, as if he had been beaten by something... or someone. His tail was drooped, every inch of his body seeping sorrow or pain from within. The Penticorn's only movements where the slow up and down movement of his ribcage as he breathed, and the even slower closing and opening of his eye lids.

Ears pricked to the sound of another... voices were near which meant others were near. The Blaze Penticorn raised his head, eyes searching for the source of the sound. From where he stood, he was able to see them. It was a Slithey and a Sahound and it seemed that one was overpowering the other. The brute faltered for a few moments, contemplating on what to do. He wasn't one to want to speak with others, but his good nature wouldn't allow him to stand by and watch, no matter what was screaming in his head of leaving them be. With a soft sigh, the Penticorn made his way quietly to the scene.

Shetan came to a stop near them, raising his head a bit higher than before. He looked at them with un-expressionable eyes, pain and sorrow the only thing showing through them. Quietly, he objected to the actions of the Slithey.

"Excuse me, miss, but I believe you are hurting him..."

His voice was like that of a beaten brute in a battle, but it still held an eeriely strong sound to it, as if there was a power behind it. Shetan had no control over the tone of his voice, but it was said with no dis-respect intended.



(1)

[Carlie]

Sitting on the rocky, burning hot ground was a Candle shinzo. She was not far from the Slithey, Sahound, and Penticorn. Her fire-colored eyes studied them curiously, trying to figure out what was going on. She was at a distance where she could just barely make out fragments of what they were saying. She could tell that the Slithey was incredibly upset with the Sahound, although she was not sure why. It appeared that the Penticorn wanted to help the Sahound. She stayed still and continued watching. She had considered approaching them but was not sure it was a good idea. She decided to see what happened to the Penticorn before she went over to them.

[Dawnhawk]

Masochia whirled around to face the Penticorn. "And who do you think you are, interrupting me whilst in the middle of my work?" she demanded, but still released her hold on Slaynvigil. He surged upwards, gasping, as his windpipes cleared. The smog in the air was weighing down his lungs.
"Please, Masochia, let's just get the stupid obsidian and be gone." he whimpered, not wishing to anger her further.
Masochia disregarded the statement, her attention fixed on the Penticorn. With a shock, Slaynvigil realized this and crept away towards a peculiar smell, akin to that of Illumu, a Candle Shinzo who lived in the same house as he did.
"Hello?" he called tentatively, careful not to draw Masochia's notice back to himself or the object of his interest. "Who'se out there? What's your name? I'm Slaynvigil. I won't hurt you, I promise. Listen, I need your help..."

[Carlie]

The Shinzo, Natalie, watched as Masochia turned her attention to the penticorn, seeming angry. Maybe it was best to keep a safe distance, at least for now. She then noticed the Sahound walk away unnoticed. She stood up and walked towards him. "Hello. I'm Natalie, you are?" She asked. Now that she was standing right in front of him, she noticed for the first time that he was covered in ash and blood.

[Dawnhawk]

The Sahound smiled outgoingly. "My name is Slaynvigil. That," Here he lowered his voice to the merest whisper, "evil abomination," He continued at a more normal volume now, "is Masochia. I don't know who that other dude is, but he's pretty brave to get in her way like that. I dunno, but by the lashing of her tail, I'd say that she's really POed."
In truth, the Slithey's tail was whipping about menacingly, the muscles in it seeming taut against the purple, scaled flesh. Violent thoughts circulated in Masochia's head, fantasies about where the fair head of the Penticorn would end up if he did not have a good reason for stopping her teachings...

[Rebel_the_Proud]

His gaze did not change from her, his eyes focues on her with a lost look to them. Shetan could tell she wasn't good in heart, but he was not afraid of confrontation, especially when it meant for the better. Still, he did not have the 'out-right defiance' in his eyes that one with a sheer determantion would. Instead, he was just looking to speak, not take action. He would only fight if provoked to do so.

"Your work is nothing constructive. I see no need to push around those smaller than yourself."

Shetan was not afraid of her, but he did not want a fight. Fighting would only cause the worse to come out of him, but he had picked up a trait that he couldn't let go of... 'A strong man stands up for himself; but a stronger man stands up for others.' The Blaze Penticorn was going to stand up for what he felt was right, weather this fae wanted him to or not.


(2)

[Dawnhawk]

Masochia glared into Shetan's eyes, her own fierce and defiant, unafraid. "My work," she began slowly, acid-coating every word. "is something that should be of no concern to you, Penticorn. The doings of the Masochia are not private but should never be trifled with." she spat, her ears flattened back.

From where he was, Slaynvigil heard he words and trembled. "I hope she doesn't hit him, Natalie. She is ferocious and awful, and packs quite a punch. On my head is a scar from where she caved my skull in when I was younger." He flexed his muscles tentatively, not knowing whether of not he should approach and try to knock her out as he had done in the past.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan sighed, seeing there was no way to break through her thick skull and he wasn't going to fight her. The Penticorn shook his head, ignoring the blazing thoughts in his head to attack and kill the fae. That was not who Shetan was, his heart too kind to do such a thing. With a soft sigh, Shetan walked by her, pushing onward until he was near the other two who were speaking softly. He stopped beside them, looking at the Sahound with the same eyes he had beheld before. In a kind, yet somehow sorrow-tainted voice, he spoke to the Sahound.

"Are you okay?"

(3)

[Dawnhawk]

Masochia seethed where she stood, unwilling to accept defeat but not really wanting to rip the Penticorn limb from limb. She would let him be, since he had made no attempt to attack her...

Slaynvigil gazed up at Shetan, a blank sort of look in his eyes. "Am I okay?" he asked incredulously, touched. "Nobody has ever asked me that before, friend. Yes, I guess I'm fine now, thanks. She does that to me alot. She says that it helps me to learn my lessons."
He rolled his eyes nonchalantly. Even though Masochia's petty torturing was applied to him nearly every day, he had gotten over the tragedy of it somewhat, and it was becoming easier and easier for him to allow his bubbly adolescent male personality seep through the cracks of his bloody mask.
Guiltily he glanced at his dirty coat. Albeit the condition of it didn't matter to him much, it could to these beings he had happened upon.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan's eyes remained the same gaze they had been as the Sahound responded to his question, seeming to be touched that the strange Penticorn had showed interest in the physical being of him. But, as if unconsciously returning the favor, the Sahound replied with the word 'Friend', something Shetan had never in his life been called. He lifted his head, looking down at the Sahound with the same eyes but yet now having a confused look in them, as if the word friend was foreign to him. The Sahound continued to speak of how the Slithey did her 'teachings' alot to the poor soul. Shetan's eyes narrowed a bit at this, a fire seeming to grow in his eyes, but it soon disappeared and he lowered his head to the level of the Sahound, seeing him have a guilty look, Shetan guessing it was at his dirty coat. Shetan's wasn't glamourous either, black soot and dirt covering him into a dirty mess.

"This land makes even the most magnificent beasts look like the dirt of the earth. But it is not what's on the outside that matters... its what on the inside of the beast that truely matters."

Shetan actually felt a small smile flicker on his maw, but it was barely noticable. He felt comfortable speaking, and he felt that he wasn't being judged or pushed away, as he normally was by other beasts. Shetan, however, still keep an easy glancing eye over on the malicious fae that brought no comfort what-so-ever.

(4)

[Dawnhawk]

"Yeah, you're right about that," Slaynvigil noted. Then, noticing the looks that the Penticorn was throwing at Masochia, he snickered.
"You know," he said. "I think that you scared her away. If I had stood up to her like that, I'd probably be even dustier than I am now. She doesn't really take kindly to interruptions, as you've probably figured out." Then the Sahound realized something: he hadn't formally introduced himself to this kind-seeming stranger.
"My name, by the way, is Slaynvigil, this is Natalie, and that witch is Masochia. Who are you?"
He shook out a few bits of dust and ash from his pelt, not liking the way it itched at his sensitive, cut skin.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan smiled a bit more at the Sahound's comment that he had scared that evil fae away. When the Sahound finally spoke of his name, the Penticorn quickly took it in to remember. He nodded his head in greeting to the one named Natalie, though he hadn' heard much out of her.

"It's nice to meet you, Slaynvigil and Natalie. I can't say so much for that one called Masochia, but I shall remember her name for the future... My name is Shetan."

Shetan bowed his head in greeting to them. For the time being, he had no feeling of the soul that possessed his mind to do utterly bad, which was one thing Shetan had not been able to feel in a while, so he decided to continue this conversation, hopefully to learn more of these strangers.

"So, do you live here in the Nori Volcano, or are you passer-byers?"

(5)

[Dawnhawk]

"Shetan. That's a neat name. Yeah, uh, I don't really live by or in the Volcano, really; I live in this really gigantic house with a strange, blonde girl with mood eyes and a lot of pets. But she loves us all so much, even the evil ones. I guess she's just like that, y'know? Cares about everybody."
Slaynvigil sighed as he thought about the quick-minded preteen. She may act like much older, but in reality she was only twelve, and had the biggest heart that he had ever encountered. He laughed lightly.
"What're your places like, you guys?"

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan's eyes lowered at the sound of how great Slaynvigil seemed to have it. The Penticorn did not have an 'owner' per-say, as he rarely saw her or interacted with her. When asked what his place was like, Shetan fell quite silent, a different silence than he had before. It took him a moment to answer, but he did.

"I live... alone..."

The Blaze Penticorn let out a soft snort and took a few steps over the black, hardened rock beneath his hooves. He raised his head, looking away from the other two, hoping to find something to change the subject. Shetan decided to switch the subject to find out more of the fae he had confronted earlier.

"Where did that Masochia go? She wouldn't be one to pull a sneak attack would she? "

(6)