Title:           Elements of Disharmony 18
Author:          Commander_Xillian
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First Edit:      Sunday 26th of August 2012 12:40:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 26th of August 2012 12:40:57 AM CDT

>You crash through the brush, hell hot on your heels.
>The man-thing, whatever it was, flies over your head as you duck just in the nick of time.
>Bringing your bow up, you loose an arrow at the creature, before spinning on your heel and hauling ass out of there.
>You flip and weave through the underbrush, trying to throw this unnatural hunter off your tracks.
>You've hunted most creatures in the Everfree, but you don't remember ever encountering one of these before.
>As it hurls a tree over your head, you find you are quite grateful for that.
>You yelp as something grabs your ankle, and you fly forwards in the darkness.
>Crashing painfully, you clutch your bow tight to your chest as you begin to tumble wildly.
>Your cloak wraps around you like a funerary shroud, blinding you and restricting your movements.
You come to a stop at the base of... Well, wherever you are.
>You're so turned around you can't even begin to piece together which was is up.
>You gather your wits and try to move, when you hear it.
>That thing is right across from you, sniffing for you.
>Your cloak was concealing you, for now atleast.
>You just hoped it would miss you, and move off, giving you time to get free and escape.
>you try desperately to shallow your breathing, your pounding heart feeling as though it would rip through your chest.
>Your breathing stops as you feel a heavy foot upon your chest, your stomach flipping into your throat.
>There's a snarl, a snap, crack, and then silence.
>It's very cold.
>So, this is what death is like, then?
>"Had I known you were so inclined to sleeping on the job, I would have left you back at the tower."
>That voice...
>The cloak is pulled from your body, and you realize two things.
>First, the manwolf is frozen solid in a sheen of glowing ice.
>Second, Chronicler stands above you, floating in the air, the darkness of his robes hiding his feet.
>Rising you look up at Chronicler, who slowly begins to return to earth.
"Perfect timing."
>You eye him wearily.
>He was a magical skeleton that had thus far acted the part of the altruistic friend.
>You were skeptical, but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
>A bleached-white hand is extended towards you, which you grab eagerly, rising quickly.
"So, is this what we were-"
>There was a sharp crack.
>Your eyes flash up at the creature, as it shakes and shudders in its prison.
>"Head back to the tower, you have earned some rest. Tomorrow shall be a day for relaxation, I would hate for you to miss out."
>He speaks calmly and steadily, despite the fact that the creature's arm is now free, and it struggles harder to break its self free.
>"Please, I shall see to this creature."
>Without a second word, Chronicler turns to the beast, dismissing you with a hand-wave and clasping his hands behind his back.
>The balls on this skeleton.
>You spot your bow as the creature finally breaks its upper body free.
>Snagging it, you hightail it out of the Everfree quickly as you can, not even bothering to look back.
>You hoped those explosions were Chroniclers work...
 
LICHANON VIEW
>You flash to the left, hanging a meter in the air, as the Werewolf flies past you, missing his berserk charge.
"Now, can we not talk about this first? Perhaps sit down and have some-"
>Your offer of tea goes unspoken as the Werewolf slams into you, sending you tumbling backwards.
>You raise a hand, red and black energies dancing through your fingers, as you make a quick motion upwards.
>A spike of ice errupts at the Werewolfs feet, but it dances away with preternatural agility.
>Lunging again, it barely misses you with a cleaving swipe at chest level as you raise a shield of ice to take the attack.
>A brief burst of wind, followed by a powerful jolt to its chest... Which it shrugs off.
>It even ignores the pain entirely, and lands a massive swipe at your hip, tossing you from the air, your left foot biting into the soft dirt before you regain levitation.
>Acting quickly, you make a few swift motions, just before the creature can press the attack.
>With a roar of rock grinding rock, a wall of stone surrounds the Werewolf.
>With a disgruntled sigh, you look down at your now missing leg and shattered pelvus.
"This will take quite some time to regenerate, you know that?"
>With a 'tut-tut-tut', you rise in the air, looking down into your little pit you made.
"Now, if we're qui-"
>Fucking werewolf
>The fuck outta nowhere.
>You crash into the ground, your ribs and vertebrae going everywhere.
>With a snarl, the wolf is hurled from you with a jet of magma, before a gust of wind slams it into the ground again, this time away from you.
>Rising, you examine your now-ruined robes.
"Rarity made these, you crass Troglodyte."
>You look up, as the smoldering witchfires in your eyes blaze into a hellstorm.
"You soiled... My robes..."
>You raise a hand, shadows enveloping your form.
"Which were made..."
>With a screach, the wall between reality begins to thin, the shadows answering tour call once more.
"By. My. Rarara."
>With a flick of the wrist, you decide to bend your promise to Twilight.
>A little dark magic never hurt anyone, and you deserve to Unlive a little.
>Tendrils of shadow reach for the werewolf.
>It dives to the side, but the mass behind the tentacles tracks it, and soon they begin to gain purchase.
>The Werwolf strikes for the writhing tendrils, but his struggling is quickly overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the dark mass.
>You are drawn close to the Werewolf, your tattered robes giving you the look of a damned spirit come to drain the soul of the living.
"Now, I recommend you cease your frivolous struggling, and listen to me."
>The Werewolf gnashes its teeth, but is quickly gagged and muzzled, the inky blackness swallowing it whole and dragging it into another realm, one of pure darkness.
>Your eyes never leave it, the sole source of light in this realm.
"The way I see it..."
>You lean back, the comforting shadows caressing your form.
>This would be a long night, but you did not tire, nor did your ability wain from exhaustion.
"... you need me."