[Dawnhawk]

Slaynvigil shied. "Erm. Well... This is going to sound awful, okay? But it's true, I swear: she never would attack from the sides or the back, because her favorite part is seeing the ight leave her enemy's eyes."
He lolled his head ashamedly.
"I hate her. I hate everything about her, everything she stands for. Have either of you ever felt that way at all, before? Ugh!" he snorted at the black, unforgiving rock, wondering blankly if a fall into the lava really would kill him... Unless the Nori was dormant. Then it would be a lost hope; all he'd get from the experience were bruises, cuts, maybe a few broken bones. Not good enough. Because he did not want to suffer, he only wanted to escape. Caspe...

[Rebel_the_Proud]

The Penticorn nodded his head slightly, seeing that Masochia did have the type personality to do such a deed. Though it proved when you attacked someone from the front that you weren't a coward. Only cowards attacked from behind. At the next statement, and question, Shetan kept his gaze away from them, but if they could see it, a familiar look of pain and hatred shot through his fiery eyes. Shetan's eyes narrowed as the haunting sound of what possessed him echoed its voice in his head... [color=#FF4000][size=50]'Kill them... kill them...' After a moment of silence, whether it was noticed or not, Shetan's voice, holding an eerie darkness to it, broke the silence.

"Unfortanately... I have felt it... and I still do..."

Shetan's tail started to swish back and forth in irritation at the thoughts that spilled into his head.

(7)

[Dawnhawk]

"Yeah, that sucks, doesn't it?" Slaynvigil sighed, lifting his head to gaze evenly at Shetan. He wondered why he had felt this way, but didn't want to ask for fear of driving the Penticorn away.
"Shetan," he asked urgently, suddenly aware of something that could potentially mean impending death for them all. "How hard do you think it would be to harvest obsidian from these parts? How long do you think it would take?"
The Sahound shook where he stood, following his train of thought as far as it could go.
If Masochia gets that damned rock... Ohgod. We're screwed!!

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Having his mind finally able to brought off the subject, Shetan lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at the Sahound's question. He pondered on the question for a moment, ears pricking back and forth, listening for danger.

"Obsidian? Well, I wouldn't geuss it would take too long, especially if the volcano spewed its magma recently. The closer we get to any seeping whole of the lava, the more chance we can find it. What is it that you need it for?"

Shetan's voice had returned to normal, he turning to face them, looking around for any glinting light of the metallic rock that formed from the lava. The only danger about it was normally the rock was very sharp, but Shetan wondered what it was needed for.

(8)

[Dawnhawk]

With a gulp, Slaynvigil explained. "Well, er, Masochia needs the obsidian to work some of her dark magics. She makes enchanted knives, poisoned darts, uhm, swords embedded with secret words in an ancient, forgotten language.. You get the drift. But I don't want her to do that. Maybe.."
Clinging to his last strand of hope, the Sahound rifled in the fur covering the ruff of his neck.
"Aha!" he cried triumphantly, producing a sleek black cellular phone barely the size of his paw. The buttons were shaped exactly right for his claws to press.
"Dawnhawk!" he exclaimed blithely. "Oh, Dawnhawk, do you think you could do this one thing for me?"
"Sure, hon, whatever you need," the voice on the other end allowed. Slaynvigil breathed a sigh of relief.
"I need you to come to the Nori Volcano and get Masochia away. She's posing as a danger to some kind-souled creatures that we just met..."
"Well..." the phone crackled. "I can't get down there right this instant, Viggy, I'm attending to some urgent business cincerning the moving out of quite a few pets here at the Pen, but if you hold on one second..."
An invisible ping shimmered in the air close to Slaynvigil. "Oh!"
Where she was, Dawnhawk grinned. "I suppose that means that it works! She won't be a burden any longer, sweet pea. I have to go now, okay?"
"Alrighty."
"'Bye. See you soon, Slaynvigil."
"Okay."
The line disconnected with a final snap.
"I've fixed our problem, Shetan. Don't worry." Slaynvigil paused. "But what do we do now?"

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan listened, eyes never leaving the Sahound as he spoke of the dark deeds of that Slithey. It reminded him much of someone else Shetan knew... though this creature never used dark arts to create things, he would use his own teeth and hooves to tear through any who came his way. Shetan shook the thoughts out of his mind, focusing back on Slaynvigil, who was now holding some strange item in his hand and actually talking to someone through it. The Penticorn cocked his head over in slight confusion at what the Sahound was doing. It was quite strange to him indeed. From what it looked like, someone must've been inside that little device, but what kind of creature could fit there! When the Sahound finished speaking, saying that things were taking care of, Shetan took the moment to ask what had gone on.

"Excuse me for being redundant, but what did you just do? Who was that? And how is the problem fixed?"

(9)

[Dawnhawk]

Slaynvigil laughed heartily, surprised at the fact that Shetan did not know what his cell phone was or did. "That was a cell phone, Shetan. It contacts anybody who has another cell phone, and you can talk to them no matter where they are. I-" his sentence was interrupted by another blast of loud laughter.
"Sorry. I was talking to Dawnhawk, and since she watches after us, we have a special connection and we must come when she calls, mentally, on our cell phones or otherwise. So she called Masochia for me."
He grinned genially at the Penticorn, amusement still glittering in his dense black eyes.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

((Sorry. Didn't realize you were gone and couldn't post.))




Shetan listened to Slaynvigil as he spoke with a hearty laughter, having a few outbursts of it. He however, was not contangious to laughter and did not react upon it, instead just standing quietly and listening. When he finished speaking, Shetan's eyes never left him, studying him.

"So, do you know how she is going to 'fix the problem'? Does she just tell Masochia to stop and she'll listen?"

Shetan found that to be strange, as he couldn't get her to stop her acts... well, he did, but not in the way he had hoped.

[Dawnhawk]

((That's too bad, Carlie. ))
"Well, yes. Dawnhawk just called her, and she must've went cuz I felt it, in the air, in my brain, my soul, wherever it was. So yeah. Toodles, Masochia!" Slaynvigil narrowed his eyes playfully. He alternated which feet were on the ground, seeing as it felt hotter now to him.
"Hey, is it just me, or is it hotter here?" the Sahound frowned.
"Hrr. Stupid fur coat." He shook some debris from it pointedly.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan listened, though only half-heartidly. His mind was starting to feel the tug in his mind to kill and destroy and the Penticorn was fighting it back with all his inner strength. Shetan clenched his eyes shut, yelling in his mind for the voice to shut it. His body burned from the inside out, as if his own blood was boiling. It took a few long moments, but finally the voice settled and faded to the back of his mind. But it would return... to force its thoughts into his mind. Shetan then remembered he was not alone and looked to Slaynvigil, hearing what he said about the heat. The penticorn looked around, seeing heat vapor rise from the cracks and crevasas of the volcano.

"Yes. The heat is growing."

It was an ironic thing what Slaynvigil had said, but he knew the Sahound knew nothing of what Shetan was feeling. Shetan began to wonder if they were in danger of the volcano erupting. If the heat was rising, that could mean the lava was starting to flow and disperese, ready to ooze out from the pores.

"I wonder if it is a sign of eruption..."

(11)

[Dawnhawk]

Slaynvigil shuddered. An eruption? Oh, gods, no, that couldn't be! Or, at least, he did not want it to be.
"Oh, I really hope that it won't erupt..."
He sat carefully on the startlingly hot rocks, not wanting to further scorch his fur. Not that it was very delicate at all. In fact, it was quite hardy, but then again it had to be...
The Sahound wrestled with this trivial bit of information internally, feeling very absorbed, as if the volcano was somehow taking a little bit of his soul...
((Omg. Sorry it took so long for me to get back here! My teachers were being evil and assigned a giant language arts project on the same week as a science and social studies thing. Ugh, I hate school. T.T))

[Rebel_the_Proud]

OOC: It's ok. ^^ I understand. xP School is a bummer. >->

BIC:

Shetan's ears pricked back and forth, listening to the sounds around him. He didn't know what he was listening for but anything that would give a sign to an eruption. Shetan didn't know much about volcanos but what he did know was they were dangerous... if you were on them at the wrong time. The Penticorn started to make his way downhill, away from the peak, in case it were to erupt.

"Perhaps we should move downward a bit. I think it would be a bit dangerous to stay here."

(12)

[Dawnhawk]

Slaynvigil scuttled down the face of the rock after the Penticorn, yelping softly when the somewhat tender pad of his foot encountered a sharp rock, breaking the skin. He paused erratically, lapping at the small pool of blood welling from the cut. He growled under his breath.
"That's another bad thing about Nori," he hissed, gritting his teeth as he felt dirt get wedged into the wound. "It's sharp."
He swished his tail somewhat angrily. "You know, I could really do with a pair of shoes, at least while we're here."

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Shetan stopped and looked at the Sahound as he cleaned off the blood. He stood in thought for a moment, and then stretched one leg out so that his shoulder was lower, near the Sahound.

"Climb on. My hooves are tough and hard, which can handle the sharp rocks without problem. Though a pair of shoes for you would really be something to see."

The Penticorn finished with a light chuckle, thinking of the Sahound wearing two pair of tennis shoes on his feet.




(13)

[Dawnhawk]

Slaynvigil looked at Shetan for a moment, unblinking, then laughed.
"I'd feel like a pup riding on a rocking horse!"
Nevertheless, he took a glance at the cut on his pad and clambered onto the Penticorn's back.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Slaynvigil asked, moving carefully so as not to jar his friend and make things difficult. Errantly he thought of how fast Shetan must be able to move, and what the consequences of falling off must be...