. שמיחזה . Σεμιαζά . Samyaza .

A̗̹͈̣̙.̡͍̫̗͇͙ ҉̮̲̮͔̯̳̺P̲R̥͍͖̯͢I̤N͏̺C̪̘Ẹ̺͙͝.̝̜̼͟ͅ ̵̻̱͈̭W̮͓I̴̟͕̠̬̗̻̥T͘Ḩ̼͉.͕̬̯͈̯̖ ̵͕̺N̸̺̬ͅO̱͖̭̻̯̼̲͜.̱̰ͅ ̴͙T̴̻̼̫̟H͏R͕̖O̹͚͙N̼̬̗Ẹ͇͚̠͕͕̤.͍̦͎̞͞



There is a locked room in his house he doesn't show to anyone.  It's by far his favourite room.

At first glance, it might seem little more than a grim fetish - a dedication to death.  The rape of what some might consider holy


even beautiful.

But to him, it is so much more. 

It is a shrine.  

A legacy.

His legacy. 



The name he goes by; Dakarai means 'Happiness'

This is not his true name.

His name is nearly as impossible for a human to say as it is for a wolf to form consonants.


He is far older than he looks.

 He'd prevaricate as old as belief itself..

He is a liar-



a filthy s i n n e r.


But there was a time, not so long ago when he was one with Grace,

Bound by an unseen, unknowable will

They called him a Watcher,


They called him G͔͚̩̜̖̰͍ri͙̞̫g̙̟͖͉̟͖ͅo̖̙̣r͔͕ͅi̻̜̹͕̤͍ͅ.





On a distant plane, there is a sword formed of heavenly fire.  

Once, it belonged to a mighty being who wrought great destruction, unto his own and others.

For he knew nothing else.


It is kept bound and tempered, under the watchful eye of a triad of Cherubim.

Far from his wicked reach.

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  • The stoic man watched the moment Dakarai crumbled and turned the note to ash with seemingly no hint of a reaction, or one that might have satisfied the other man. Silas was good about that, but of course anyone with the history and experiences such as his own would be able to mask their emotions. Regardless, he's not exactly satisfied with that reaction on Dakarai's part and now knew there was no way he was going to walk away from this so easily..

    Hearing this, then the man ought to know sign language. Fine. 

    He brought his hands up to make the correct gestures to what he was trying to say to the other man. 

    What do you want? "  The most basic question to start with. Just what did this musterious man want from him? Why won't he just leave him alone? Of course, he knows it might have to do with the entity within him, but he's reall hoping that wasn't the damn case. 

  • Hunting, it was just something some people enjoyed to do. Be it putting themselves into danger like so for saving others. It wasn't always about the prize, the win, or even the money in the end. It was about the life that it brought people in the end of it all. It was that feeling on being on top of the world, meeting/saving new people. It all also came down the fact that you know you're alive.

    And Nes?

    She felt more alive than ever.

    Her legs kicked up impossibly fast. She learned that she can give more bounce to her step with the touch of psychic ability under her feet. She could easily keep a distance away from the Vetala that was seething and hissing at her from behind. For all she could be doing, she was imply happily prancing through the woods with no sense of endangerment or care of a monster coming up after her. 

    That was... until she caught the feeling of another in the area. Another mind, a sense of another aura. Not just the animals or the monster behind her. Another being... Devine celestial. She had not met many in her life. she could feel one now though, and she was heading straight towards it.

    Skinny legs in skinny jeans packed with muscle brought her stride by stride closer, kicking and crunching the forest leaves under the soles of her combat boots. The tail of her maroon cargo jacket flapped behind her, and the tank she wore under it all clung to her curves and stomach. The hair that never seemed to be tamed was like a dark fire, always going, never stopping. 

    When she was within several yards of the person she skitted to a stop in the leaves and focused her mind on his own. Then she saw the light of the white-hot flames that he was holding. She knew that flame. Nes understood what he was now and cursed whatever had her piss off Cathulu, Sithis, and anyone under and over for having her fuck up like this. Her lips peeled back with worry, he wasn't aiming that at her, right? 


    If not for the gesture of his hand then the direction his mind was going would have told her what his plans were. She wasn't a second too late before she dropped, head first, dolphin dive, into the pile of leaves and compost of the early forest floor. Her hands came up and over her head, hopefully blocking the heat of the flame when she knew it was going past. 

    The Vetala squeed in happiness, seeing his pray drop. His handsome face contorted in pure joy, getting ready to lunge at the downed girl that killed his mate. Then soon, blue eyes looked up, and his happiness turned into a frown instantly when the fire hit him. Then a scream of what could sound like a shriveling dying snake. It didn't last long, not with the hot flame licking up his body and taking hold of his being inside and out. The smell of burning flesh and hair hung deathly in the air. 

    Neseva popped up her head, no longer feeling the crazed dying mind of the beast behind her, and instead turned to the one in front of her. She didn't feel all too saved considering that she wasn't in trouble. Would he see it that way? And would he want payback for it too? Her golden eyes searched him up and down, a quick sweep. Taking in his dark features, right to his own pair of yellow eyes. Hmm...

    "Thanks, I guess." She started warily. She peeled herself off of the forest floor, batting away the sticking leaves off of her clothing. Her white tank was stained, dammit. Sigh. "I wasn't in much trouble though." She wasn't used to thanking people.. would he want something in return. "Ah.. I'm Neseva, and my false savior is?" Her hands went to her hips, strutting a pose if it counted at all like one. She wasn't no damsel in distress and she wasn't about to pretend to be one because of a pretty face. "I'll take it that you're not human, huh?"

  • Dakarai´s question froze her, pupils shrinking as she ran her fingers absently through Gylfi´s dense, golden brown fur. She wet her lips with a small, pink tongue. He knew all the right questions, didn´t he? In all honesty, it was quite rare that she would share omens with another, especially a non-pagan…and maybe a bit of her own prejudice made it hard for her to believe that an Angel would understand.

    To be fair, Soley knew she had brought him into this- or maybe the world had brought her to him. She tried to push the thought from her mind, clearing her throat as her obsidian gaze finally was cast upon him. She found Dakarai closer than before, near the window, his tattooed arm outstretched to prod at a sigil above her head.

    This close, his scent wafted up her nose, bathing in his aroma that unnerved, but attracted her. Her lips parted, eyes wandering freely to finally take in every detail of the fallen angel- at least, that´s what she was starting to suspect that he was. ¨I saw many things,¨ Soley began. ¨I´m not even sure what it all was, but it was all so...fucked.¨

    Absently, Soley began to rummage through her bag, pulling out an antler adorned with bite marks. She tossed the antler to Gylfi, who happily caught it, curled on the bearskin rug and began to chew, teeth scraping at the antler´s hard exterior. ¨I saw the book, the Raudskinna-¨ At the mere mention of the name, the candles lit by the bed seemed to blow out, even with the window closed, the whatever warmth the room held was soon drained. Soley swallowed hard, but continued.

    ¨There was…an inconceivable amount of death. Nations devastated, the world turned upside down. I saw Fenrir, released from his magickal chains. But they were killing people too, innocents, I believe.¨ Soley quickly turned away from him, heading over to the fireplace to listlessly light a match and toss it onto the wood. ¨They were all burned at the stake.¨

    The fire began to crackle to life, orange flames licking at the still, cold air. ¨And...¨ A baby. Soley shook her head, trying to forget the anguished, fearful cries of an infant. But it was only a baby, it couldn´t be that important. ¨Whatever that book holds, it should not be released.¨

    She opened the door, slipping her keys into her pocket, and whatever krona she had left. ¨Gylfi will be fine. He took a shit less than an hour ago, and he has his bone.¨ She glanced affectionately towards the sheepdog, who wagged his floof of a tail happily as he gnawed on his antler. Gylfi kept a watchful eye on Dakarai, as if the man was going to try to take his precious animal part.

    Soley lead Dakarai down the hall towards the cobblestone stairs leading down into the bar, an eighteen and up sign hanging above their heads. ¨And to answer your other question, yeah, I used to live in Sweden, but not Sodra Vi. I was born on the Kalispel Reservation, in Washington. Then we moved to Seattle, and after dad left, Ma and I moved to Iceland…¨

    The young witch took a seat at the bar, crossing one jean clad leg over the other, and loudly cracking her neck. ¨I was like...six or seven, then. I spent three years there, then we moved to Sweden. Two years pass, trouble caught up to us, and then we moved to Canada. Ma died, and I moved to Seattle again. My dad is from South Africa, I ain´t touched that continent, though...I moved to Seattle like...¨ Soley raised one hand to flag down the barkeep. ¨That was...¨ She thought for a moment. ¨Three years ago? Yeah, I was sixteen. Something like that. What about you, where have you lived? Or more importantly-¨ She cracked a smile when the barkeep approached. ¨Where are you from

    The bartender leaned against the bar, awaiting their order. ¨Two rounds of brännvin, please.¨ Soley asked. ¨And whatever he´s having.¨

  • Something was compelling him to get away from this man and he's not sure if it's the entity within or just gut instincts telling him this wouldn't turn out well for him. Either way, he's learned to trust these instincts over the years and has survived this long off them, even without that aid of little healing ability that he's still not sure was only some effect on the idea he may not even be able to die. Who the hell knows and he sure as hell didn't want to find out, not now when he just found he had a son that needed him as much as he might need the kid, not quite having fully realized that just yet. 

    All in all, he just would rather get away from this young man and not get himself into any unwanted trouble which seemed all the nature of this man if that look in his eye had been anything to go by. So he'd started to step back and turn in a way that wouldn't entirely leave his back fully turned on the man just in case.. 

    ..But he doesn't expect the man to follow him, the sounds of his footsteps almost ominous causing a tick in Silas' jaw, the only real show of this unease. Turning back to look at him upon his question, Silas narrowed his eyes confused and shook his head, again. He thinks perhaps the man misunderstood him and reaches within his jacket to try and find the small notebook he carrid with him. He doesn't always like turning to this resort when often people weren't always patient to wait for him to write a response they had to read, but his handwriting is rather neat at least when he holds it up for Dakarai to read if given the chance..

    " I apologize, but I have to go. "  Short and simple and hopefully then the young man would understand. 


    Revealing the key which the Innkeeper had given her, Soley began to open the door to their room. The knob was sticky, her sculpted ebony brows furrowed as she wriggled the doorknob harder, until finally the door opened. She looked over her shoulder at Dakarai, his joyless, stoic features almost reminded her of Melokulhe- the way people assumed he was. A cold, prideful, stoic man with the heart of a Bantu warrior. Yet, Soley had known her father to be different, even if her memories of him were fading day by day. Part of her wondered if Dakarai was similar. She entered the room; a giant king sized bed lay centerfold on top of a bear skin rug, a fireplace built into the cottage walls. There were sigils and depictions of old Norse poems and battles etched into the walls, an antler chandelier hang from the ceiling.


    Aren’t you curious?


    Dakarai’s words shook her, and Soley was quick to stop in her tracks to look him dead in the eye. Perhaps a mistake, they gave her away- she was curious, she knew he was right, but there was no way in Hell she was going to admit it. Maybe Dakarai wasn't the only prideful one. “What I see in my dreams is warning enough.” Soley murmured. She made her way to the window, prying it open to let cold air rush into the cozy, cottage room. The witch leaned out, whistling and as she backed into the room, a furry, snow topped head popped into view. As quietly as the Sheepdog could, Gylfi scrambled in through the window, shaking to free himself of melting snow. Soley grinned, running her fingers through his wet fur. “Are you kidding?” Soley cast Dakarai a smile as well. “He's a tough guy, but I would rather a bear nor Draugr catch him in the night, and it's colder than Niflheim out there.”


    Soley arose as Gylfi began to explore the room, and the mulatto peeled off her jacket and backpack to reveal a simple black muscle tee, tucked into her light blue, high waisted jeans. Dakarai would now be able to see the array of tattoos adorning her golden skin, her arms, neck and sides, revealed by her muscle tee, were decorated in ink. She set her bag on the bed, taking out spare clothes and various toiletries. “Well, since we’re here,” Soley began. “Wanna hit the bar? They've got one downstairs, and the Swedes have good vodka. Should've seen how drunk my uncle would get when we lived here.”

  • His own dark hues seemed to stay on that gaze, somehow finding it hard to look away from such a gaze belonging to this young man.. He also soon found an unsettled sensation expanding from somewhere deep within and the further it expanded, the more he had this urge to.. Not run.. but to Fight. 

    It's a feeling he hasn't quite felt in a long time now, at least, not sense his days as the warrior he was and still is where it's been kept tamed and centered for so long without cause to unleash it, but something about this young man was cracking the barrier he'd put in place. Sure, he wanted to fight, he would if he had to, but another part he'd built, the tamed and controlled part of himself was more willing to step back and walk away.

    He does just that, shaking his head a little and stepping back, pointing over his shoulder with a thumb as though to indicate he had to go, that he might not have the time to sit and chat. 

    It's not exactly evident on the affects Dakarai had on Silas when the man seemed to be awfully cool and casual about his parting, but within there was something of a struggle he's not quite felt before and he didn't dare let it get the best of him where he couldn't annalyze it, nor.. control it. 

  • 1 1/2 Miles Away... In some Wolf Creek looking gas station (you've seen that movie right? ...Right?) and being attacked a spookie ookie monster....


    "You know, lady, I can't really concentrate if you're just screaming the entire time!" Yelled a more than less peeved off teen on one of her more dangerous hunts of the time since her taking up the job of being a hunter. 

    The woman in question was yowling at the top of her lungs about a little scratch on her arm that burned. Crying that she would get infected by it. It took everything in the teen not to shut the woman up herself, yet that was proving difficult when all she kept doing was yelling the entire time about it.

    "Lady, will you cut it out?! It's gonna frickin' find us!" 

    "I-I-I-It's going to turn me!" The woman gasped in her pitiful tears. "I-I-I'm going to be it!"



    The woman wailed, and the teen sighed. Pulling out three narrow silver throwing knives from the hidden holster that was under the jacket she wore, and crouched down to the lady who was hidden with Neseva in the ice chest room where cold drinks were restocked and stored. "Alright, lady, you are shutting up right now."

    Wailing turned to silent whimpers in the woman's mouth.

    "Great, now, you're going to stay right here and not make a peep until I come back, alright? I'm going to stir the last Vetala away, kill it, and then we'll talk about bidness, mkay?" Her golden eyes turned to the tearful woman who shivered in her spot and was nursing the scratch mark on her arm. The woman nodded violently. "Good now remember, stay right here. I'll be back, I promise." She jumped to the balls of her feet and crept towards the glass door.

    Outside in the store, the remaining Vetala was throwing the shelves on the ground, blue, snake-like eyes looking this way and that. In search of the girl who had killed his mate and now was out for revenge and a meal. Easily, the teen touched his mind. She moved past his violent thoughts and to the winning point in the middle where she made herself completely blind tot he eye. When she opened the glass door and slipped out she was unnoticed. She walked a few paces to the broken yet open slide doors of the shop then dropped her mask, dropped her illusion, then cleared her throat.

    "Hey, scale hide!" She screamed out to catch the things attention. It hissed and whirled its head in her direction. He was handsome, and capturing as all Vetalas were meant to be. But he was full of rage and loss from her earlier kill of his beloved who's body was currently decomposing in the back of the store now. "Come n' git me, snaky boy!" The teen slapped her hip then darted with the glass of the broken door cracking under her boots where she stepped. She ran across the gravel parking lot, over the old paved road then into the woods where the creature came from to feast on the lowly humans who so happened to take a stop at the gas station. Word had gotten around that people were being eaten, thus, the Hunters got word of it. 

    And here she was, the hunter to save the day. She'd killed one already and the pair was now down to one which was now running after her with the grace of a snake. Thank god she was fast though. Little did she know the direction that she was running in wasn't all too lonesome in the forest. It was occupied by another, a male. And she was running straight at him. Vetala hot on her tail.

  • Soley´s eyes wandered over his attire, squinting ever so slightly. ¨Aren´t you cold?” She asked, the mere sight of him in such casual wear was enough to make the winter coat-clad girl shiver. Maybe he knew she was going to ask, because the second the pale flame leapt from his palm, Soley nearly screeched. The thermal energy radiated from him, searing at her skin with Holy Fire. Never had she been able to burn without fire touching her skin, Soley took quick steps back to escape the heat. Gylfi, on the other hand, was beginning to bark again.


    It seemed to spring with more life than any other fire, the hue so different from her normal fireplace flames, the heat so...intense. Too intense, radiating power with every lick at the windy, cold Sweden air. Soley held up a hand in defense, her eyes watering when her gaze landed on the flame. In that moment-


    It hit her.


    Her mother had spoken of them. Holy beings falling from grace and taking on the form of everyday humans- part of Soley never wanted to believe it. Her mother had spoken of their fire, their power, their wings. Their cruelty. They claimed to be lovers of all life, yet turned a blind eye to the people who did not follow them. Soley swallowed hard, regaining herself. ¨What´s a Celestial need with a pagan book?¨ She replied, but maybe she didn´t want an answer. She merely waved it off, deciding it was best to get a move on as the moon was beginning to reveal itself beyond the clouds.


    Soley turned back towards Södra Vi, however she glanced over her shoulder. ¨Loftur was a fool.¨ She remarked. ¨He tried to harness that magick, magick that is never supposed to be used. I won´t be so stupid.¨ But even Soley was curious about what the Book of Power held. Could she really be sure of that?


    Her eyebrows furrowed, yet her hand was quick to fly to her top lip and wipe away the blood. ¨You know it was an accident.¨ Soley grunted. There are never any accidents, her mother´s voice echoed in her heavily pierced ears. Soley trudged through the snow back into town, Gylfi trotting along beside her and occasionally falling through the snow, yet the sheepdog kept up the pace.


    Soley would lead them to a quaint, quiet inn, constructed like a cottage, with two stories and many windows. She pushed open the door, allowing Gylfi in. ¨Hey! No dogs allowed.¨ The innkeeper shouted from behind the counter. ¨I am not letting him sleep outside, you sound batshit insane.¨ Leave it to Soley to insult the innkeeper. ¨If you´re planning on renting a room, your mutt can´t be here.¨ He grumbled back, his nose half buried in a local newspaper.

    The witch scowled before leaning down to Gylfi, whispering something in one furry brown ear. At that, Gylfi turned and trotted right out of the inn. The innkeeper watched them from the corner of his eye, making sure that ¨mutt¨ was out of sight. Soley approached the counter, peering at the newspaper. ¨Ship of thirteen fishermen lost at sea,¨ the headline read in Swedish. ¨One room, one night. We´ll be gone in the morning.¨ Soley replied. The innkeeper remained silent, still reading away at the newspaper, and as he spoke, he didn´t bother to look at Soley nor Dakarai. ¨That´ll be three hundred and fifty krona.¨ He replied. Although that sounded like quite a sum, in American dollars, it was only thirty eight. Soley slid the krona over the counter, only for the innkeeper to grab a set of keys off of the wall and toss them to Soley. ¨Room fourteen.¨ He said, and Soley merely turned on her heel to head down the hall, beckoning for Dakarai to come with.

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