Temple Raid
Meeting With a Sune
Large room pillers support the roof behind the pillers in the shadows some thing is moving. towards a large statue mounted on a raised platform at the far end of the room, outside night has fallen and some where far away a town cryer calls out the time 1am, the long well lit central isle is flanked on either side by dark shadows.
Its late, but for the young baroness, its nothing out of the ordinary for herto be wide awake. Normally, she's tending to business in her home, buttonight, she finds herself out wandering the outskirts of town where some ofthe lesser known temples are located. The very one she choses to visit,surprises even her for the moment, but in some way, fitting. In the quiet ofthe night, with a dark cloak concealing her from prying eyes, she mounts thestairs and enters the old building to pay her respects.
A dark object moves slowly around the walls of a large room shadows seem to follow it. The shadows seem to slide over the floor and through the air like thick patches of oil or smoke. Feist looks around as he makes his way along the wall his illusion makes them thicker stronger and darker than any shadow should be. His goal a raised platform with the large statue of Seth and spread around its base the sacred relics any one of which will serve his purpose. He makes his way along the wall and stops when he see's he is not alone even at this late hour. Holding still he waits...
WinterSky sighs softly as she walks along the open corridor to the statue, looking up at it and smiling at how far off it is from the real thing. As she comes to a stop a few feet from the statue, she pushes back the hood, and opens the cloak a bit to let her arms free and purrs softly, surprisingly with respect, "Its been a while, mon fre're. Hard to believe, that even I would m.." She cuts off when something tingles at the edges of her senses and looks around, noting the shadows and peering into them intently. "Star? Magus..? Is that you in there?" she asks softly as she steps back a bit from the statue, already suspcious of the odd silnce.
Feist look out from his darkness. Feist stills even what acts as a heart in his body stills, breath slows and stops. His body becomes as close to stone as living flesh can be at the question he hears called out. His eyes move slowly to scan the room slowly looking to see if his senses had missed anyone else in the building at this hour. Finding no one else they move back slowly to the Female standing before the statue.
Inspite of the dim light offered by the moon and few candles still lit, the tigress sees very well. Her hearing, though still typical of all cats picks up the fading heart beat, which sets her even more on edge. Something is in the temple with her, besides sleeping priests, and this one doesn't feel familiar or like anyone else she knows that can manipulate shadows. Preparing for anything, she rests her paw on the hilt of her ever present dagger and looks about slowly as she all but commands, "Who ever you are, step out where I can see you. Hiding won't do you any good."
Feist stays still pulling into the darkness even more as he readies for anything. He draws some strength from the room around him a slight movemnt stirs the air as it ripples. A feint stench spreads slowly through the room as the air takes on the feeling of a crypt sealed for eons as it turns foul. Power spreads through his body as he looks out of the shadow. His voice calls out from the very air he is drawing on as he says "I would advise you to leave little one" the sound of his voice comes from all quarters no tracable sorce for the sound.
WinterSky raises a brow slightly as her ears flick about to determine the exact source of the voice. With a very slight nod, she peers even harder into the shadows, mentally calling for them as the stench reaches her sensitive nose then sneezes. Its an all too familiar scent to her, one she learned to accept just a few years ago. As her own powers are summoned, her eyes glow slightly, easily asumed its the light reflecting off of them. With a smirk, she replies, "I would advise the same of you. You don't know who you're talking to."
Feist smiles slowly to himself as a small patch of darkness slithers across the floor taking on a more solid form until it finaly enters the light of the candles and gains its final form its tail arcs upwards and over its back and like a huge lobster it walks into the light legs scuttling forwards a Giant Scorpian 6 inch long pincers and an 8 inch curved stinger with a large droplet of venom hanging from its tip. Its body 3 foot long tail another 3 easily 8 feet from the tip of its pincers to the end of its tail. Again the voice hidden by magic bids you to leave this place.
WinterSky smirks, slowly shaking her head as she takes a step back from the illusionary scorpion, "Please. Do you honestly think I'm some common magician?" She then raises a paw over her head, in it, a glittering teardrop crystal that spins and sends sparks of light all around the room. The power channeled through that crystal is stronger than what emanates from her, and the sudden brightening of the room matches the height of day. With a commanding tone, she snarls and narrows her eyes, "Show yourself."
Feist growls as his shadows slips away from him and steps out into the light, his tails lashing in anger and says "I would guard yourself for my lady thats a real scorpian you face not just a specter" a short wicked look flashes across his face as his plan to convert this temple crumbles.
WinterSky smirks, "You still don't understand what you face." With her paw still held above her head, she closes her eyes. Around her, the air thickens then she calls out, "Brother Northwind! Aid me!" At her call, the winds enter the old temple, swirling about her, cold as her icy stare then whip towards the scorpion, pushing against it while she turns her cold gaze back towards the intruder.
Feist feels the pull of the harsh wind against his fur and growls again his tails twisting into a tight furry rope as they start to rub along each other sparks casscade out from them flying out and way from him, carried by the wind ss the Scorpian trumbles under the onlaught of the wind. With a smile he feels with mental fingers to grasp at the wind and adjusts its flow a little easing the force on his creation and allowing it to take a couple more steps forwards "Perhaps I am not the only one underestimating some one or thing"
Behind the feline's cold gaze, the sense that more than just her is watching can be felt. Her ears keep flicking though the wind doesn't seem to touch or bother her in the slightest. With a rather sly grin, she shrugs and narrows her eyes, then places the crystal on its chain around her neck, "I've only just started, kitsu'ne. We know what you are."
Feist smiles as he moves a little alowing his tails' sparks to flow into the wind and be driven agaisnt you, it means moving close but it may be a means of driving you, a way for him to herd you outside the confines of the building.
WinterSky appears rather calm inspite of the sparks heading towards her and swirling around her body where the winds come closest. She's either brave, foolish, or just that confident in herself. Around the sparks, snowflakes appear and are whipped towards the approaching sune while the temperature starts to drop dramatically.
Feist looks on and smiles his eyes loosing a little focus as he concentrates drawing in more power feeding of the very air in the temple, a faint almost mist like typhoon swirls as it spreads out from his body and into the air around him followed by a skin tightening crackeling, air turning from foul to bad as he draws its power into himself he stands at the center of the spreading death. Knowing the wind is blowing fresh air in as fast as he drains the air in the temple he hopes that the affects will at least weaken you enough to loose your grip on the wind.
WinterSky changes tactics slightly, her smile growing more sly as she observes the sune. He's learning from her, as much as she's learning from him. The winds seem to gain force as a barrier rises, containing them within the room alone, allowing nothing in, and nothing out. The temperature continues to drop, and the pull from it, and the wind, has barely touched the tip of her contained powers though that is carefully concealed. The contained stench is a whole other matter to deal with, but one she can set her will against.
Feist smiles as the airflow in the room shifts and spots the mage's error by sealing off the room she has confined him to feeding off the air trapped with them in the room. He looks at her eyes growing darker becoming obsidian as he draws power from the air. The few remaining candles and torches that have not been blown out start to go out one by one as the dead air spreads flames start sputtering as candles do when trapped inside a glass burning the oxygen until their flames die. "We can end this you know its easy all you have to do is to leave" he says.
Free from the buffeting of the wind the Scorpian seeing its chances lunges forwards slashing out with its stinger tipped tail and misses, it backs up and scuttles to the side and circles to the left out of behind the alter.
WinterSky smirks, seeming to not mind that the air is becoming thick and dead within the confines of the shield she raised, "Banish yourself back to the demons realm, and I will. You're not wanted in this temple, kitsu'ne." She gives a little toss of her head, flicking long tendrils of hair into the swirling winds around her while she chuckles, "The temple you've chosen belongs to a god I've trained under so I suggest you leave or suffer."
Feist looks on his creation leaves to find a warmer climate and curses as he draws the power used to make it back into himself banishing it for now, with glance over his shoulder he decides now is the time he opens himself to the weather in the room the small mist that has been twisting and circling the room draws in close to his body as he prepairs for an attack. A new wind builds in the room as a small tornado of wind forms around him paper cloth cushoins anything that is light enough is pulled into it. With a thunderous sound a bolt of lightning strikes down from inside as the rushing air charged with static then another. At the center of the vortex he stands fur not even ruffled by the force he has summond and controls.
WinterSky slowly shakes her head as she crosses her arms and taps a finger at the joint lightly. Neither lightning, or thunder disturb her, and the tornado itself... well... she regards it with minimal caution, used to them from her life on the plains. Her smile deepens as she too pulls the same trick, drawing the air into a mini-tornado around herself. Air is her favored element, though the cold that continues to deepen around her, making the floor trecherous, adds to her power.
Feist growls as he watches your own tornado form. He cuts the flow of power to his own and grins as the wall of debris launches outwards as he gives up and lets it fly where it will seeing as you its intended target foiled his plan He looks at your tornado and concentrates hard willing the wind to slow and circle in the other direction aiming to cancle out your own power knowing that he is draining his own powers faster than he can feed them. His hand moves towards his sword his eyes fixed to what he beleaves to be the source of your power. The shining crystal in your hand he pulls it from its scabberd and smiles as the Elfin blade settles into his hand.
WinterSky chuckles softly as your tornado is banished, and the attempt to cancel her's out, adds to the strength of the winds around it. Her studies of wind are paying off. But the affect of all the magic use has been paying off, distracting the sune from the purpose she set out. As the floor continues to grow colder and colder and covered in frost and ice, the ice crystals build up, forming a wall between herself and the sune.
Feist looks at you and says with full sune off center logic "The god that this temple served is no more, why let it rot and its gatherd over the years bewasted? Better for it to be taken over by another god. Why not Inari?" as his feet step onto the ice his toe claws dig in and grip it acting like crampons. He smiles knowing what you had hoped to do with the ice. He advances slowly twisting his elfin blade in one hand as he moves his other to a pouch on his belt and tosses it as hard as he can into the swirling vortex around you, the chalk powder used to help his hand grip when he climbs explodes out from the bag. As he leans forwards and huffs a small jet of flame from his mouth at the wall of ice hoping to melt it and send a wash of water towards your feet.
WinterSky narrows her gaze, keeping control of her the anger that mocking comment made, "This temple, and the others dedicated to him stand in memory of him." The conviction in her voice shows that she might have cared in some way for the old god. But, the mention of converting the temple, is more than enough to spark her anger and deepen the cold to make the artic feel warm by comparison. When the fire burns through the wall growing between her and him, it forms a hole, but the water released quickly refreezes into the shape of a paw print on the floor, facing towards the sune.
Feist smiles at you, his gaze becoming a little predatory as he changes tack. He looks at you his potsure changes and becomes inviting his whole being takes on a sexual undercurrent as he stands back "It sounds like you miss him," his voice sounding like a voice of some one who cares "Come tell me about it?" he opens his arms as offering a hug no longer looking as he was but like some dear long lost relative. His clothes his whole apperance changing inviting you to forget what pains you, inviting you to step into his embrace if only for a moment.
WinterSky snarls ferally at the offer and gathers her stance slightly. The lack of trust, and the fighting spirit keep her mind free. "You would never understand," she hisses as her power are once again summoned and channeled through her crystal. There, on the floor, the patch of ice crystalizes, hardening to a perfectly smooth sheen like diamond, then grows, shifting and twisting with the mental control over it. Though her personal knowledge of kitsunes is limited, she knows enough to know some of their weaknesses. One of those is forming in the ice. Not too large, but imposing enough is a dragon, its eyes burning brightly in the formed crystal and given life of its own through magic.
Feist looks at the ice and frowns. His form flickers for an instant and another illsuion flows form a hand raised in your direction. Smoke and soot, thick black choking soot and smoke rushes out from his fingers and fills the room almost instantly. His voice calls out "You will not always be there to guard his temples they will fall to Inari one by one and she will become greater through them" when the smoke clears there is no sign of Feist not even a footprint in the soot that has settled over everything even you, his last parting gift to you a new all over Black look.
WinterSky sneezes at the soot and smoke while the ice formed dragon roars with a metallic sound. Under tight control, it calms, but she finds herself alone, and simply smirks, "Not with a thousand eyes watching over each and every one of them." The winds calm once more around her and the sheild drops so fresh air can once more enter and reclaim its hold on her as well as warm the room. Quietly, she walks up the dragon she created and pats its flank. Enough of a magical imprint was left behind for it to recognize the sune when it appears again near this temple.
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