The plains rushed by Xerxez in a blur as he sprinted acoss Bohar. Blood coated his attire. Burning, fresh blood dotted his face. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, pooling together on his jaw line. After the events of the mazes, the couple retired from Nemesis and the mansion for quality alone time. The pair had spent their time being cautious about their movements, careful about revealing their secert nature. But upon hearing about Naota's and Xunatar's dispute, he saw an oppertunity. The area's that Xunatar claimed became inhabited by nightmares. Xerxez and Serafina's blood binges would be just dissmissed as nightmares wrecking havoc. He wasnt sure how Sera felt about it, being the more responsible of the two, but eventually she agreed. The two went to Bohar, fucking and feeding to their heart content.

Following a scent from their newest prey, they made their way up a large hill, stopping at the peak of the hill. Below them, a distance away, sat a male and female couple around a campsite. A tent was propped up, accompied by a smoldering fire pit and hanging laundry. He turned to his mate by his side, admiring her silently for a minute. Her blonde hair was tassled and speckeled with blood from fooling around eailer, her attire held patches of wet blood and skin. She looked irresistible to him, as he closed the distance between the two, pulling her into a passionte kiss. He parted to run his tounge across the corner of her lips, lapping up stray blood. 

"Shall we?" He suggested, wasting no time making his way down the small hill to the unwary couple. When he intruded on the couple, the young man took notice first, shouting threats and drawing a concealled sword. Xerxez laughed at the gesture, taking his time walking up to the man. However, the dark haired man swung the sword downward, striking Xerxez over the shoulder with fear in his eyes. A macrabe smile crawled onto his face as the papercut merely burned. His pace never falteted, a guttural growl escsping from his throat. The man strunk once again, swinging the steel sword down vertically. His hand shot out, closing around the the edge of the blade. Blood flowed down his wrist, continuing down his arm. He yanked the sword from the man's control, running his tounge acoss the flat, cold, steel, tasting his blood. In show of strength and showing off, he took the blade, bending it over his knee, tossing it to the side with a snort of disdain. 

The man, now weaponless relized his dire situation. Xerxez watched the transformstion from man to coward as his eyes grew large with abhorrent fear as he began back peddling slowly. Once the man had made some distance between them, he turned on his heels and made a break for saftey, leaving the campsite and his women behind. The action surprised Xerxez, actually managing to generate a genuine laugh of surprise. He called out to the coward, turning his attention to the crying blonde. "You done fucked up leaving your woman behind!" He said, grabbing the blonde's hand and yanking her into his body. His stray hand parted her hair infront of her neck, preluding with a kiss to the neck before piercing flesh with teeth. "You'll hear her dying screams across the whole plains!" He called out, eyeing Serafina as he drank. 

Blood filled his mouth, throwing him into an euphoric high, his hand tightening around the woman's hand, crushing it with ease. She cried out in pain, only edgeing Xerxez's sadistic nature on. With in seconds, the woman's consciousness started to fade. Xerxez yanked his teeth across her neck, lacerating her pale skin. Tossing the body aside, he made his way to Serafina, meeting her lips with his, shoving a mouthful of blood into hers. Lecherous hands found their way under her attire, groping around, enjoying her hot skin. He pressed her into his body, his kiss growing hungry, his hands growing more aggressive. Parting, he moved his attention to her neck. Placing soft yet seductice kisses onto her neck whispering into her between kisses. "Present me the man's head." He ordered his alpha, taunting her dominance. It was a dangerous, but exhilarating game. "And I shall reward you." He whispered darkly, a hand stroking the bottom her chin. Slowly, his fangs pierced her neck, and with a mouthful of blood, he spoke. "…Be….ta…"

When Xerxez had first suggested that he and Serafina make light of the situation that had arisen across Revaliir thanks to the waging of war between Naota and Xunatar, she was skeptical. While Xerxez had now been a vaewolf for some time, there was still the matter of his control. He seemed to keep it quite well under control, but there was always the underlying risk. She hadn’t taken too much convincing however, and now she kept speed with her mate as the pair darted across the Bohari Plains. Xerxez had always been so much messier than she, with only a small dribble of blood coming out of the corner of her lips, hard to distinguish from the ruby color she painted them with. Unfortunately, Xerxez was not as careful as she, and smears of blood streaked her hair and spattered her clothing from where he had grasped at her.

As the pair stopped atop one of the larger hills they came across, Serafina drew in a deep breath through her nose. She could smell their future prey before she could see them - a man and a woman, seemingly safe at their isolated campsite in the wilderness. She could feel Xerxez looking at her, turning her gaze to him as he pulled her in for a kiss. She laughed softly into their kiss as he lapped at the blood remaining on her lips, before placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back slightly so the two parted. His suggestion to move on, clearly wanted to get to the prey they had come across, fell on eager ears, and within moments the two were much nearer to the couple they had found.

A shrill laugh escaped Serafina’s lips the man drew a sword, swinging at Xerxez as he approached. She knew the blade would not harm him, so there was no worry in her mind. The next few actions - Xerxez gripping the sword, blood dripping down his arm, the blade snapping as it was bent across his knee - caused Serafina to clap her hands together and let out a sound of glee. When the man abandoned the woman, leaving her at the campsite all alone, Serafina wagged a finger at her just as Xerxez struck at her neck. “You don’t know how to choose them, do you?” she asked, making a tsk, tsk noise softly. She licked her lips as she watched Xerxez feed on the helpless woman.

As her mate tossed the now lifeless woman to the side and approached her, her eyes darkened and her smirk widened as his mouth found hers, her hands meeting the aggression of his as she clawed at his chest, her fangs puncturing his lip as he shared the blood of his victim with her, his own now mixing with it. As he paid much attention to her neck and spoke to her, she let out a low, dark laugh - normally, she would have pinned him to the ground for making a show of dominance, but with circumstances the way they were, she decided to let him have some fun.

“I shall appease you, my love,” she said, her words hardly above a whisper as she took in the pain mixed with pleasure from his fangs puncturing her skin. When he tore away from her, her blood filling his mouth, she disappeared in a blur, darting off into the plains to find the man. It didn’t take her long, and within minutes she appeared back in front of Xerxez, the man with her. She had one hand clamped tightly on the back of his neck, and he was panicking as though he knew he were going to die - a panic that only rose as he saw his woman discarded and most likely dead on the ground. “I’ve brought you back here so we can show you what we did to the woman you abandoned,” she said, her words hardly above a hiss. “And I’m here to show you what is done to men who abandon their women,” she said, her voice becoming more sinister.

With a swift movement, before the man could hardly scream, Serafina clamped her fanged jaws down on his neck, pulling away with a roar, a large chunk of skin and bone and sinew coming with her. She spat the fragments to the ground, the man falling to his knees. With preternatural grace, she perched herself onto his shoulders and ripped his head clean off, hopping down just as his now headless corpse toppled to the ground.

She sauntered her way back to Xerxez, the man’s head dangling from her hands by his hair. She smirked at him, holding the severed head up in the sky so the blood that dripped from it could easily reach her mouth. She savored a few drops before dropping the thing at her mate’s feet. She jumped up to him, her legs wrapping about his waist, his hands coming to support her as she wrapped herself about him, planting a bloody kiss on his lips with the two corpses spread about them. “So what is my reward?”

From afar atop one of the blackened hills, a girl with hair as light as spun gold sat watching the chaos unfold. The usually beautiful plains were now blood soaked: the air filled with terrified screams rather than jubilance. This was no good, and while her master quarreled with another deity, she and Kagayaki were left on Revaliir to try and do as much damage control as possible.

The task, so far, had proven itself to be nigh impossible: everyone was losing their minds! And the others? Sure, they weren’t adding to pain and torture, but they were walking around in a dreamland: blanketed in false ecstasy. No extreme was good, but the gods were too hardheaded to realize that. That, and since Naota had shifted realm, he didn’t think things out as thoroughly as he used to.

But now? Usually Kosen was able to keep her spirits up; to look at carnage as some other thing that was removed from her. Not because she was inexperienced when it came to being involved with a fray, but because such things were merely tasks. Or obstacles. This? This had no point. Violence was bad enough on its own, but when there was no point? She shook her head, wiping her hands off on the short flowy skirt that stopped just short of her knees.

It was usually soft and poofed like a cloud, but it was so stained with blood that it was growing crusty. Its seafoam green and lilac coloring was becoming dingier and dingier as this squabble continued, and her leggings were lined so badly with rips and tears that you’d think they were turquoise fishnets. In this land of darkness she was but a small dot of color: her golden hair slowly drifting from platinum pale to the first dying rays of a sunset.

She was just about to call it a night, so to speak, when she witnessed a couple coming up on a camp site in the distance. Her eyes narrowed as if this would help her see the pair better, but they soon widened when she realized what they were doing. Just like every other common riff raff, they were taking advantage of the world going crazy for their own selfish wants. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed them out: vampires. Or, something like it. There was another scent intermingling that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

No matter, they’d suffer the same fate as any other leech. Having been born from Naota’s energy, she did lean a tad prejudice towards vampires. All right, maybe more than a tad. She sighed, shooting her arm out to the side and flicking her wrist. A quick shimmer of light circled her arm before a large claymore appeared between her fingers. The weapon weighed nearly more than she did, yet she rested it over her shoulder with ease.

Here we go, she thought to herself. With a resigned nod of her head, she ran forward: leaving a trail of rainbow footprints behind her. Unfortunately, the humans had already made their transition from ‘people’ to ‘victims’ by the time she got there. Her steps slowed and she quirked an eyebrow; her eyes halving in obvious annoyance even though her tone was dry,

“Well if you ask me,” she said to the straddling woman as if she’d been addressing her with her question, “I’d say the right thing to do would be to issue a quick death. But seeing as the two of you seem way beyond any form of remorse,” she lolled her head from side to side, eyes landing on the corpses before returning her gaze to the pair, “Then the fair thing to do would be to drag it out for as long as possible.”

She smiled, showing teeth with it, bordered by her strawberry pink lips, “So who will it be? Ladies first?”

Darkness devoured the land in an all consuming greed. It gnawed at the already fragile state of mind. There was no escape from her nightmare this time. Proverbial bars held sway over her reality, deteriorating any sense of control. Once more, she found herself struggling to keep her sanity afloat. Only one name was on her lips, one concern. Akira.

Where was the innocent little flower, daughter of the deity who raged war with another? The heartstring suggested she was close, but failed to pinpoint the location. Child of innocence, curious and sweet, would be destroyed in the chaos her father subjected upon them. Senseless killing, needless murder as everything spiraled to hell. ’See past it all. Ar Celeste Nash, protector of Akira. Ar juhim soun.’ Celeste pushed herself off all fours, enforcing a harsh pace upon herself.

Upon the site of utter destruction, corpses half shredded with plastered expressions of pain and horror, Celeste froze. If some creature prowled the perpetual darkness on these plains, capable of wanton murder, Akira was in more danger than previously conceived. Her heartstring tugged, following the trail of blood away from the bodies. ”Gods above, hear my plea. Let her be safe.” Renewed with fear and worry, the elf resumed her pace. The end of her trail led her to the most bizarre scene she had ever beheld.

A woman was straddling a man, both very much saturated by blood, confronted by the most bright thing on the plains. From the obvious lovers came the stench of fresh murders. They were no better than the drow who had imprisoned her for so long. Casting her mind out, she readied herself as she drew her sword. ”Na melana sahlin, answer for your crimes!” To Celeste, she had no doubt that these two would not hesitate, or stay their hands when it came to an innocent child.