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    / i probs wont have time to play azura much but i wanted a char here so...... Here She Is...


    Imbalance. She could feel it in every breath she drew. Demons, spirits, monsters - they plagued this world still. Though Abbadus and the reapers were long gone, she remained - running the fields, seeking out her eternal purpose. Azura was a huntress. A paragon of the undying cause, enemy of evil and slayer of demons. Even when Namira was long dead - even when her children wasted away in the ground - still she would run. Every kill was her purpose, every soul shredded was her destiny. Long ago, she had been resentful of what she was - her curse to be undying, her eternal duty to the heavens - but now it was a part of her. Reaper and Vessel had become intertwined, bound into one being. Azura chased the imbalance ceaselessly, working each waking moment to tip the scales in the mortals' favor. Since her resurrection, she had hunted and killed six thus far; their ghostly forms were trapped in the temple of her mind. She was the last remaining reaper of souls; the last heavenly demon huntress.


    She does not know what she will find here, or if she will stay. Azura was only freshly reborn into this plane, after all - it had taken her vessel a year to reform. As easy as it was to rest her head nowhere and chase her prey unceasingly, the canine knew it would be best to do otherwise. It would certainly be of benefit to the residents of this place, too, she thinks, to have a being such as her defending them. Perhaps she could have returned to ScarClan, if it still existed - the haunting melodies of ancient organs and echoing footsteps in the castle would always bring her a sort of nostalgia - or even the Tribe... but she hadn't. Too much history wrapped up there, and besides, WindClan seemed small. Small did not always mean worthy of protection, but the little group had become an underdog since her last existence - which was all too curious. It would do - for now.


    Slowing her run to a walk and eventually a halt, the creature stood motionless in the tall grass, her cerulean gaze sweeping the land. She stood out starkly amongst the moors; a tall, off-white canine standing at a deer's height and bearing a stag's antlers. Azura looked otherworldly - an alien amid their hills and grasses. She liked that, looking out of place. As a fox, mortals had underestimated her abilities, her power. They considered her one of them. Azura was not a mortal - and she wanted to make that clear.


    imbalance. oh what an utmost lovely word, one which tasted ever sweet upon faux tongue of self-fogred silver. for the being woven with the promise of death and sterling silver was such a creature of chaotic nature, as he thrived from the very same horrors which plagued the world that the huntress found herself utterly repulsed from. havoc ran through veins like molten fire and soul always thirsted for the destruction of those which surrounded him. before castor had even dared breath his first intake of life, his mother had deemed he and his damnable siblings monsters and perhaps he'd taken upon himself to live up to the to the horrendous, blood drenched title. monster. it was such an worn and ignorant term, if any were to refer to him to it know the abominable creature wouldn't able to hold his outburst of laughter.


    and so of course, he knows from the moment the other's presence becomes known amongst the ever-green moors and ivory clouds and even before the autmn breeze utters a warning within the ears of the sole creature who ever bothered to take note of it's wisdom. but castor finds no fear at the idea of a hunter, no he finds utter enthrallment. a smile of almost genuine nature splits dashing features easy as you please upon striding forth to the angelic being with grand purpose and a flicker of cruelty shining within hues of silver lining. and so there they were; a demon and huntress looking the other directly in the eye, and castor couldn't hide the utter excitement twisting within his blackened chest. "Welcome to windclan," he begins, tone of liquid amber slipping from thin lips could cause even gods to quake at their betrayal in it's endearment, "What is your name and how may I help you?" he still beneath his facade, ever polite and oh so dangerously charming. he would wait for her move before he began playing this grand game- after all, ladies first.


    The moment this creature steps before her, she sees right through his words and his paper-thin facade. The Sight shows her what her eyes won't: a black, festering soul beneath normal skin. A most curious turn of events. The huntress had sensed imbalance here, but never would she have expected it to greet her. The large canine waited a moment and allowed the creature to say its piece, expecting an explanation but receiving none. Her prey could usually sense what she was as well and either attacked on sight or tried to explain - this man did neither. Perplexing, but Azura attributed it to intelligence. Perhaps this was a smart one, like Envy. Would it invade her mind when she least expected...? Try to possess her, perhaps? She waited tensely for the WindClanner to make a move, but he did not. Fine. She would do the honor. While Castor was prepared to engage in a game of wits, Azura was blunt and ready to escalate the situation immediately.


    "Welcome to WindClan indeed." the white canine responded, moving jarringly fast into an attack stance. Head tipped forward as if prepared to charge with antlers forward and her jaws pulled into a snarl, Azura gave the stranger the introduction he had so kindly asked for. "I am Azura Spectrus Praelium, last daughter of Abbadus and huntress of the undead." The canine barked, her resounding voice rising in volume as if she were addressing a crowd. "I have come here seeking refuge, but I see now that WindClan is unsafe - so allow me to do the honor of protecting it," Azura flared her nostrils and flexed her claws into the dirt below, preparing herself to tap into super strength. "You are a demon, and I sentence you to death." Without a moment's pause and with no regard to what the WindClanners might want or think, she lunged at Castor, aiming to charge at him antlers-forward.


    indeed, it seemed this one was going to be an intriguing case. utter pleasure of the utmost twisted sense became apparent upon dashing features, twisting the demon's handsome face into something of extreme terrifying nature. it was now, for the first time amongst his new clan mates, that castor began exhibiting small doses of his horrifying tendencies, and if this was but a sliver of truth to a well forged facade of porcelain masks, the whole raw nature of the mysterious male must be a truly gruesome sight to behold.


    within moments the huntress changes disposition alongside the demon, gaze infuriated and stance one ready for the most blood sporting of battle. to this castor simply laughed, it was a dark form of amused chuckle. one which brought chills down bystanders spines as a malicious glint came within hues of silver lining. "Oh how utterly cruel of you, my feelings are hurt," castor noted with faux offense, tone dripped with amusement, "Spurring out such things without even so much as asking my name- it's rude really." she was correct of course, a fact that castor would proudly own up towards, but he was having fun right now, playing the game was always an enjoyable practice. "But I thought you were a huntress of the undead and you'll find I'm very much alive," castor stated smooth as you please.


    as the other charged forth, castor simply dodged to the right, placing claws extended outwards as the other ran by in an attempt for her own force against her to cause his claws to wrack down her side. it probably would have been smarter to simply not engage in attacking period, but he was too damn enthralled to care. it'd been far too long since he'd been a proper fight. "Now then, you hunters have always been all bite and no bark," castor spoke in a sing-song form of way, calm as you please, "Perhaps you should use that pretty little head of yours for thinking rather than ramming," then he becomes complacent, "Of course all that ramming your brain into walls may be why it's so fried." it's odd, having such a sugar sweet tone yet speaking such venom. "I'm a loyal member of this clan who's never done anything against it's members and you're attacking me out of the blue, for no other reason than the fact of I'm a demon- which is rather racist i may add," castor continued, thoughtful, "Tell me, huntress, who's side do you think they'll be on?" his first day back and already another was trying to kill him- that had to be some kind of record.

    ★ ★ ★ Zerrak would slip over and blink. Toe claws tapping. "To be honest. The member." He mused as he looked them both over. "Do not attack members here. Why have you come?" He demands calmly.


    "Speech."

    RIP OUT THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

    Azura had no time for his puny words. She would not hear a demon speak - not after Envy. He dodged her attack easily, even with all those words, but Azura could play that game too. The second she saw him move, she kicked off from the dirt with super strength and sprang over Castor, landing less than gracefully in the grass a few feet beyond him. Spinning around, kicking up dirt, the alabaster canine snarled at him. "I am a huntress of the undead and demons, as well as all other abominations that cloud this world with their evil. Don't play coy with me, snake." Azura spat, beginning to circle Castor slowly with a hungry stare. "And you amuse me - playing victim when you walk around in monster's skin. I do not care what your Clan thinks of me, my purpose is my own. Your soul will rot in the ice wastes with the rest I have slain," Her muscles tensed, ready to spring again, but then another one joined them - a WindClanner that wasn't a demon. He was entirely calm, unfazed by the brewing showdown he'd walked into. Startled, Azura let her guard drop completely and the canine stared incredulously at Zerrak.


    "Are you brainless, lizard? You would harbor a malevolent demon in your ranks, even knowing he is so? You would let a fox live in your chicken coop?" Azura could have lectured him for hours on why that was idiotic, but it seemed these people thought she was in the wrong. "I told you, I am a huntress of demons and I have come here for refuge - and to kill this roach that you call kin. He is a danger to your people."

    ☁ ☁ ☁

    Lovi had trusted her clan to be safe, at least for a little while. She had been down in the camp for much of the day, and had only managed to escape up to her refuge in the mountains, perched on cliffs that only the lonely falcons screeched and circled above. She had been resting after her climb, chin hanging off the edge and wings hanging loosely at her sides, when she picked up the faintest of noises. activating her super senses, she listened to the unfolding fight for a moment, hearing the harsh words and threats being uttered on both sides. so, a person thought they could show up, attack her clan, her family? Surely not. Surely, this stranger didn't know what they were getting to.


    A roar sounded across the moors, echoing off the mountains as she leaped off the cliff into a free fall, wings tucked until she had nearly hit the ground. She then shot up on a wind current, zipping through the air to the border, following the sounds of a scuffle. Her loud noise of a aggression had not yet died when she landed loudly between Castor and Azura, her white eyes burning. Most knew her as a friendly person, the bright leader of windclan.


    She had never denied her heritage, however, and she wasn't being subtle now. She was the child of the Alpha, and she'd be damned if she wasn't as fearless and protective as her parents had been. her wings were spread widely, and she easily matched Azura in size - something the huntress probably didn't experience much. dark smoke was leaking out from between her slightly parted jaws, and her spread wings and glowing horns were a clear warning to the stranger.


    She let out another roar, as if to assert dominance, before lowering her head, fixated on the person trying to kill her clanmate. "I see no roach here, stranger. I see a person, a person who doesn't need to die. If you don't back down, however, i'm afraid you will be the one bleeding out on the rocks." Her voice was low, unsteady - was she in control?


    Yes, yes, she was in control. At least, for the most part - controlling the darkness was always more...difficult in stressful situations, especially for her age.

    Azura had been too engaged in the fight at hand to pay attention to the deafening sound above them at first; Castor seemed like the most pressing issue and she would not let him escape her sight. The source of the roar, however, proved worth her attention very quickly as it came in for a lightning fast landing between the huntress and her prey. A huge animal - one that rivaled Azura in size. Azura had deliberately chosen a large form, and it was not often she found anyone else in anywhere near the same weight class - but here this one was. The stranger radiated power and control to Azura, something that took her by surprise. Refusing to back down, however, the canine stood her ground and glared at Loviatar as she spoke. Ah, so she was here to mediate - pointless. Azura would not leave without eradicating a demon on the loose, it was her sworn duty.


    Watching the smoke pour from Lovi's jaws, a look of disgust crossed Azura's face. "Of course you would refuse to call it a roach when you are one yourself," she responded, trying to classify the WindClanner in her mind. Her species was a curious one - the black smoke clearly indicated something vile, but Azura had never fought whatever this one was before. She was no demon - but it was obvious there was something wrong with her, some kind of impurity. No normal beast oozed darkness in that way.


    After staring the WindClanner down a few moments more, Azura reluctantly opted to humor her for the moment being. The canine could not decide what she wanted to do about Loviatar - and she wasn't about to engage in a fight she wasn't sure she could win. "You shelter a demon, not a person, smoke-breather. In time you will regret defending his honor." Azura informed her finally, gaze locked on Lovi. "...and I will regret heeding yours. Who are you supposed to be?" Every part of her wanted to attack Lovi - it's what she was supposed to do - but WindClan, apparently, was quite content with its demon infestation.

    Cole on the other hand, is mortal, though he does believe he's a spirit. Loviatar's roars are echoing through the territory, causing his herd he was keeping an eye on to bolt and scatter out of fear, Cole's attempts to calm them going ignored. The albino lets them go, lets them run off their fear. A second, more dominant roar rips through the territory and Cole knows at this point it'll be a few hours before the herd comes back together and is calm enough for him to approach.


    So he moves towards where the loud noises are coming from, trotting through the territory like he didn't just hear the sounds of his younger half-sibling preparing for a fight. The scene he comes on is.. interesting, to say the least. Loviatar was sizing up a newcomer, the same newcomer's chest heaving and Castor staring greedily at Azura. Cole doesn't say anything, no comment tumbling from his muzzle as he watches and waits to see what would happen.


    demon hunters in a clan that was led by a hellhound? kellogg felt inclined to tell the poor girl that lovi was no lone wolf, either. that she had at least five other (from what he knew from her) hellhounds that she could practically summon at will with a pull of bonds. hellhounds that were much bigger, towered over all of the current windclanners combined, and did not fuck around. though, another part of kellogg doesn't want to get involved. something about foxes in chicken coops had been brought up before, and it was a little jab to his chest.


    "hey, let's not compare foxes to demons. think that's a little unfair." he approached with a light smirk, looking between them all. so tense... so aggressive. its a wonder this girl was still even here. "the smoke-breather is windclan's leader, my niece, loviatar. are you done are? swallow your pride and continue on with us accepting you in, or go elsewhere. i've been here much longer than both castor and lovi, and neither have done anything to betray windclans trust." there were much eviler people out there than demons he had met for sure. castor was new, fresh blood, but kellogg wasn't going to make assumptions just yet anyhow.

    the other was swift in her movements, dodging the would of have been attacker with graceless prescion and kicking up boughs of dirt into the atmosphere within the very same process. castor's silver lined gaze narrowed in intrigue, twisted smile never wavering. it would seem at least this foolish hunter made up for in brawn what she ever-so-dearly lacked in wit. now, however, the suave being's own intelligence was wavering within the hazy ebony of chaotic mind for it'd been a handsome while sense crimson had flown between willing paws like smooth ribbons and the mere thought caused castor's tongue to run over parsley lips in utter anticipation as the wickedness of his smile only ever increased.


    the two were utter opposites as they stood, azura tensed so much so in muscles on would believe her body was to simply snap from the pressure whilst the demon stood ever calm, frighteningly at ease within such tense atmosphere. after all, such chaotic situations are what he truly thrived within. and then she's talking again, venom laced cruel words which seemed to not even begin to so much as scrape castor's darkened fur with there sharpness. no, no, he'd been around such cruetly far too long and was rather numb to the feeling. I am a huntress of the undead and demons.


    "That so?," castor hummed, "You should really make that more clear." and this huntress is continuing onwards, simply throwing out whatever words she could manage until zerrak approached, speaking sense. "You're a huntress of demon and the undead remember? See now you've gone and messed up your own title again. Are you even truly serious about all of this?," castor was teasing, of course, trying to grate the other nerves. until that words came about. "Monster? Oh, what an outdated, overused word," he laughing now, dark and cruel with upturn of lips as he walks ever closer to azura with blood curdling smile. "Really my dear you should find yourself with a better vocabulary," castor stated in a sing song tone, "And would you like to know something about foxes and snakes? They are far more intelligent than you could ever dream to be." but the roach only causes fake offense, "Now then that was plain unessacry you're just embarrassing yourself now because even cockroaches could outplay you in chess." he's amused, happy in a most cruel form of way.


    but the fun would end, alas as lovitaor jumped between the two beings with a deafening roar and words which only caused boredom to play across dashing features. I see a person, a person who doesn't need to die. well that was certainly a first. but castor didn't dwell over the words too long, very soon lovitaor would look to the devilish being with detest upon knowing the demon better. and so he simply tried very hard not roll his eyes at that notion, after all she was trying to help him for what it was worth.


    blood against the rocks? this wind clan leader best not believe she would be the one to damage to the hunter if the other chose to be insubordinate. the mere thought made the suave creature even appear upset. "Honor's overrated," castor responded smooth as you please to azura as the other headed their leader. and then kellogg is here, a brute like being castor has no knowledge of beyond glances of within camp who seemed to the hunter's uncle. did that make him one as well? surely not, or he'd have been at surly demon's throat by now as well. a pity, really. but with all the commotion and all beings clearly on the demon's side, castor gave a large grin of wicked nature, pride glinting within endearing gaze. "I win," he noted aloud in a sing song tone