Open mouth, insert foot.

I'm not the one that goes around pissing people off. Not usually. But damn, if I did not step in it today, many times.

I've got this bis ass werewolf dragging me around through the woods, hour on fucking hour of just being hauled about like a sack. And suddanly my furry badass is throwing me through the air like so many potatoes.

Now, I am not usually a clumsy person. Usually, upon finding myself tummbling through the air for whatever reason, I can land gracefully enough or roll to take the impact.

Today, apperantly, I was not exactly at my peak. Because ever single time this big oaf hurled me, I landed wrong.

And then, as if my day wasn't already just at it's peachy keen tippy top following what we both thought was an attack by a moving black- shadow?- I found myself again flung on my face with King's paw- foot?- on my back. And utterly surrounded by people that seemed to be half-animal, half-human.

I've only seen one of these before, but the others had explained them to me. They demanded I come with them, but King, my newfound weregaurd- he was to stay. So, there in followed a breif- um, debate- in which I sort of lost my head- hey, I was flustered!- and told him to 'stay'. I'd meant it as a request. It came out more like a demand.

For the fourth time that day, I washurled through the air like a stick. And he was gone.

This beautiful, freaky- as-hell group of what I assumed were people then lead me to a nearby tree, and, placeing a hand on it, opened it up. Yeah, you got that right. They opened the freakin' tree like a door.

Now, if I hadn't already seen some weird shit at least since I fell in with this lot, I'd have been blown away. As it stood, tree- tunnels I could live with. even if the thing did rip up out of the earth like it was gonna start walking.

We went down in there, and came out- somewhere else.

The Grove, they called it, and my little group had refered to it by the same name a while back. A huge, rather pretty area, shaped like a big bowl. There were more of these creatures everywhere- and damn if I wasn't starting to feel a little outnumbered and wanting King. They were mostly sparring, though a few were huddled in the center speaking in another language.

I felt a little better when I saw Lim, Ann, Shane, and Shane's big ape headed into this same area on the other side. I got handed off to them like so many unwanted items- thank fuck for that- and my abductors moved off.

We were lead into a pathway covered in utterly gorgeouse flowers, just to name one of the eye catching things. But all amazment I had for anything I was seeing was lost when we came to the real attraction.

At first all I was aware of was big. Big, big, fucking huge, big as hell, could squish me without a thought, big ass creature.

I bit down hard on the temptation to hide behind Lim. I'm no coward, but when faced with something that huge- gark. Just- eek. Usually things that size are wicked mean or stupid. Both, if you're unlucky. Just enough of thelater and not enough of the former to bother you, if you're lucky.

This one, though, once I got over the shock and terror of seeing him, was- differant.

This one, I thought, must have been magnificent, once.

Even now, clearly weak and seemingly ill, he commanded an air of respect and dignity. He was a moose, or moose- person, with antlers stretching up into the trees above him and then almost becoming the branches of those trees. When he lifted his head and spoke, his voice echoed powerfully around us, rocking me to my bones.

He told us of the evil we already knew existed- of the spider- later, we found out she wasn't at all, but rather something called a Spindler- that had captured Illoria. We had captured it, in turn, and this mamoth creature explained to us that her allies were on their way to the monistary we were holed up at to free her.

It was so strange. He spoke as if we deserved some measure of respect, a chance to show what we were made of. He said, if we could win this battle, we would have an army at our backs- we would have this race's support.

I felt like a dust speck on this thing's hoof. I felt- insignificent, to say the least. Ann, Lim, Shane, even Illoria- they are all brave and proud. They fight to protect those that can not, and they are unwilling to submit to those they find unworthy.

They're worth more then I'll ever be.

I'm not saying I'm going to go hang myself tomarrow. I'm not that pathetic. Hell, I'm a fuck of a good fighter, I think, and I can talk my way around almost anyone, assuming I don't get pissy.

But I- I'm not brave, usually. I'm no hero, certianly. If it'll save my ass, I'll kiss your boots, unless I think I can kick your ass- or I think you're not a threat.

I don't care about many things, anymore. It's hard, when everything in the world just seems so- callouse and- and-

Ah, hell, look at me. Going off on a tangent. I can't even phrase myself right in written shit. Stupid moose.

Anyway. We finally got back and started setting up for the battle to come. I stalked the woods, looking for King, and ended up yelping out an appology and a plea to the air. But I knew he was there. I could feel it; I just knew. He wouldn't have gone far. King- he doesn't seem like the sort of guy that would drop his responsibility so fast.

And fuck, even if he is, he was told to protect us. And this is a mutual enemy.

I went back in, helped plan. Then I went out and tried once more. And again, I just- I knew he'd heard me. I just did, don't ask how.

But then it was nightfall, and too late for anything but hope.

The spider- Spindler- turned out to be seintent, and when she heard us talking about killing her to end this whole mess, she got even more pissed off. So bargining with her was a no-go.

And then we had no real choice but to take up position and get ready.

King's howl warned us. I knew he'd be there.

There were six of them. Females, all of 'em, and fuckin' able to use magic- all but maybe one- we could tell once they got up close. Way too fucking close, if you ask me.

They sicked animals on us, first. Scorpions. Big ass bastards, too, like a dog's size. Scary as fuck to look at, but not much threat it turned out. Whack, whack, and down they went. They had a nasty sting, though, if you let the little shits get in close enough.

Then came the fun part.

Our girls moved in for the kill. Slip, slip, and we were surrounded. To make matters worse, they threw magic around like I hurl around curse words; first they undid the protection Lim put on us, then they went straight in for the sorcerrer and the archer.

Guess they thought lil' ol' me wasn't as worth it. Their mistake. Oh, they aimed for me, alright, and kicked me around- I took my fair share of fuckin' a, that hurts, you bitch! during that fight. But they generally went for the two more obviouse threats. They nearly put both of them down, too- thank fuck for the barrier a bunch of druids inside our monistary were keepin' up. A quick step in there and they both could get a second wind. The woman did something that made their arms utterly useless, but thankfully they both didn't nessicarily need arms to kill.

I took down the first one, and all three of us together the second; Ann tripped her, I stabbed her, and Lim caught her with magic, his arms coming back. The next few were the same; and we fell into something of a pattern.

And then they attacked the damned barrier. And fuck if they didn't almost bring the son of a bitch down. We were told not to let that thing fall; we almost did anyway. Barely killed the last little shit before she dropped it.

The last two cowardly fucks ran away.

We only heard one scream.

King's pretty fucking efficent.

But I'm glad- I'm so fucking, sickeningly glad- that one, at least, was afraid before she died.

Mess with us, bitch, and no one fucking gets away alive to brag about it. Not anymore. Not with everything that's at stake. I don't like to fight, prefer to talk my way out of shit, but once I decide you're dead, you're dead.

They should be glad King ate them. I would have made it much slower. Or worse, given them to Ann.

Our elf is caught in worse bloodlust then I am. She slit their throats and stepped on the bodies, looted them, and spat before they burned in the sunlight of the next day. She is still not happy, even with our victory.

The first battle was over, then. King slipped into the woods, Shane and this leapordess I've met once collapsed after holding that barrier all damn night. We started cleaning up. Started....preparing for round two. Lim left to get reinforcements.

I think we're gonna need them.

I'm terrified. Scared of this so much I feel nasueouse, even with an army of those beast-creatures at our back and Lim getting more help.

We could die, doing this.

But I'm going along with it, anyway. May as well go out in a blaze of glory. Erm, kind of, anyway.

I'd rather not go out at all, thanks.

Trust?

It's been a while since I wrote. But- damn, has the shit been in the air.

I'll start this from the begining as best I can.

I mentioned we were headed to one hell of a good fight.

We got it a bit earlier then we expected. We got ourselves ambushed on the road by two 'dark elves'. They wanted Ann- or, more precisly, they wanted Ann to get the damned, fucking diary of the Countess for them.

Well, you can picture our reaction to that. We aren't perfect little innocents, us two, but we're far from evil. And there's no way in hell we're gonna go down without a fight.

They wanted to grab the fox, they'd get the teeth.

Admittedly, we got our asses kicked at first; we weren't sure how to handle things. One of them- cast a spell, and fuck if I couldn't move. And then- I- it- hurt like fuck. I've seen Illoria call lightening down, and I'm guessing they- she- did something like that.

I've been food, and now I've felt- every muscle in my body lock up and burn-

I guess it was that that got my ass in gear. It took that fuck of a jolt that had me shaking off whatever they did to me and moving. Come up, fast and hard, behind the spell caster. Take out the most obviouse threat, the weakest link. Lim's easy to fall, Ann nearly did it with one hit. That's all my brain needed.

To me, it made the link clear; physically weaker.

And then came dark elf number two, up behind me and then my ass getting out of the way. And then her right behind me again. Playing tag all over the fucking woods, with Ann slamming in with arrows. I wasn't paying much attention to her, to be honest. Too busy concentrating on shaking my tail and taking down my target.

Then, slam, not for the first time in my life, things went black.

And then poof, I opened my pretty lil eyes and got my tail end out of the way again. Thank you, Ann- that one was a bit iffy, but then, a fox always loses a few hairs when escaping a trap.

And brother, did I pay them back. two more hits and one was down.

Stupid Seimei didn't make sure she was fucking dead, though. And the pair got away.

They got a-fucking-way, and bet your ass they'll return.

But oh no, that's not the best of it. Of course it gets better, ladies and gentlemen!

This would be the point werewolf, our furry bodygaurd, pops out and says hello, somewhere in all this mess. Well, he's raced off again, putting himself somewhere behind us.

Now, Ann has an amulet that lets her be a nice, little, kitty. I used it for a bit, to make us- me- quieter, and we got the the manor without further issues. Then she used it, for secracy.

Once there, though, our puppy dog refused to let us enter.

Understandable, really; with the oath Ann made. He growled a few criptic warnings I was prepared to ignore, but Ann took more seriously. So we decided we'd wait it out for Lim and Illoria near the front of the manor.

Now. Weres aren't; they're not good, in my experiance. I've not had the best experience with them, but then, the only one I ever met Lim pissed off. He'd turned Ann, and Lim- the the later got a loop hole in the form of a very special little girl.

This were took that girl, and her relitive, captive. I duno what he did to sink his claws back into Lim, but it involved a woman that rivled our pretty Ivy in looks. And he bit me.

He bit me because I was with them, and he saw an enemy in them. Mostly, from what I gather, from what Lim did; but none of them worked real hard to make him a friend. He took Illoria's finger, too.

Control. He wanted control over us.

Ann and I, we shook loose of him a while back. With help. Same help that was with us fighting the vampire I mentioned before. His name is Talron....Lord Talron.

There are few people that have my respect and loyalty the way he does. And by a few I mean almost none. He is the sort of man Lim wishes he could be. And while our sorcerer scrammbles like a baby trying to stand for the first time, Talron handles himself with ease and skill.

But now I'm just getting off topic. Heh.

Anyway, weres aren't bad, maybe, but I wouldn't say they're good, either. But I'm not gonna judge everyone of a certian race or type 'cause of what I know from a few. I just don't do that.

I judge you by what you are. Not what others like you are. Not what you've done, but what you're doing. Not who you were, but who you will be. I judge by what I see.

Maybe my sire is- was- evil. Maybe not. Maybe all of 'em are. Maybe not. All I know is, it bugs the fuck out of me when hypocrosy is shoved down my fucking throat.

Our gaurdian named himself King, though I highly doubt it's anything like his real one. He's a creature of few words but a lot of brains; voice like gravel on gravel. Biggest damn version of his race I've ever seen.

Powerful. Beautiful, in an odd way; beautiful because he is powerful, deadly, terrifying, graceful.

Now, don't get what I'm 'bout to put next wrong.

I don't trust the son of a bitch as far as I can throw him, and that just ain't too damn far. He's got no loyalty to us whatsoever, and there's no reason to expect he would.

But he's not done us any outright harm. The only time he was threatening is when he layed me flat on the ground- didn't hurt me- and layed Ann open when she opened her fucking smart mouth.

And our little elf has a habit of pissing off people she shouldn't. Nothing that bothers me too much, but the truth none the less.

He's tolerable. In fact, I downright like him.

The moment Illoria and Lim came back, they condemed him.

And I felt myself bristle to snapping.

First off, first words out of the wonderful Lim's mouth are a challange as to my own trustworthyness. Because I was standing next to King. Called me a fucking puppet within earshot of the elf- the woman- I respect and a creature that in a total un-fucking-known element.

Fucking kicked me in the teeth, is what he did, a slap in the damned face, that stupid Son. of. A. Bitch.

And then he had the balls to near-and-demand we help him and Illoria fight a war in a place we're all terrified of. As if it was a give in! As if he could just santer in and trick us into helping him- oh yes, he tried to lie to us-, all the while letting us know just how untrutstworthy we are and how he'd rather find someone else, anyone else, to do this.

Maybe next time he'll have to.

Anyway, the point is the same. We fought, we ended up going with them to this place anyway. The point of this little mission was to rescue 'ghosts' in a way- those of animals, trapped and tortured there. Turns out that book was there, too, but Ann and I didn't know that, then.

To save them, we had to fight off a few big bad spiders and apperantly 'heal' a -a thing found there. Again, I'm not too keen on saying what or where, in case this gets found.

Well, we got down there and we put up a fuck of a fight. And in the end, we won.

We won, and took the spider guarding that item as a prize, did what we needed to do to save the creatures there.

But we lost Illoria. The spiders took her, and we know where she's gone.

She's likely dead, now.

I feel sick at the thought. The last thing I said to her was- harsh. And I regret that my potential last words to her were accusing.

I was never truly her friend, and I'm sorry about that, too. I need all of them I can get, right now.

I hope we can help her. If not- well, if not, we'll handle it.

For now, we know where that diary is. We'll go back for it, or at least, Lim will. Ann can't go back there; being near it nearly got her killed by our spider-man.

We're working on building an army.

That creature is going down, hard.

I'm sick of these fucking games.

Apperantly, going home is not an option.

Noticed that my last- erm, 'entry?'- wasn't as great as it coulda been. But damn, there's so much going down it's hard to follow it all, sometimes.

Remember I said I was found by this lot underground, basically, in a Really Bad Place? Yeah, well, there was a Really Bad Guy to go along with it, and apperantly, erasing my memories wasn't all he did to me.

He's in my head. Seeing the world through my baby blues and there ain't a damn thing I can do about it.

Right now, I'm not even sure I want to.

Member I also said I got the pleasure of being lunch? Yeah, well, apperantly Seimei's a popular lady, because our spider-person (the one that nearly killed our elf) is playin' around in my mind, too. And The Man In Black- that is the name we gave Big Baddy- is fighting him off me.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't think for one damn second he's doing it for me. He owns me, in his mind, and he ain't gonna share toys.

Of course, I don't take real well to being said toy. I want him gone like now, damn it, and frankly, it's fucking scary not trusting yourself. I don't trust myself right now; at any moment I'm sure he could be, Seimei, go and kill everyone, and I just might do it.

I don't think, though, it's so simple. Otherwise, he'd have done it- or at least, I assume so. But I'm a pawn in some fucking chess game, and that just ain't gonna fly.

Anyway, off the topic. That ain't the worst of it.

In my last entry- that's what I'll call it- I mentioned an elf lord. Well, he's got this little- asistant? Gaurdian? Fuck knows. I don't even care. Her name is Ivy, and damn if she's not beautiful. Ann's got the hots for her, Lim's got the hots for her, and I don't fucking blame either of them. (I think Illoria would, too, if she'd ever yank the stick out of her arse long enough to appreciate beauty. Even if you don't swing that way, you can't deny what's right in front of you.)

She doesn't seem normal, either. But what the fuck is normal anymore, anyway?

Anyway, after what happened with the whole nearly being lunch for good incident, she comes up all floaty into our room in this town, and starts quizzing us. Course, Ann and I were too shaken up to be much good, and Illoria didn't know jack, really. She blew out of the room before Ivy even got there. Don't know what her problem was, but damn was she in a bitch of a mood. Illoria, that is, not Ivy.

Anyway, Ivy let us alone until the next day, and we told her as much as we could. She decided she wanted us to play hero for her, but nothing would get done less we got more information. Because Ivy obviously knew more then she wanted to say.

When we finnally saw her again- hours and HOURS later- she had the full story for us.

I almost wished she hadn't.

A while back, when Ann and I were on our own, we got hired by someone to get something for him. I won't say what, cause again, I don't want everyone and their friends able to see what we're up too. We got it, though, with help, and to do that, we had to take on this big- big- ass vampire who wasn't too damn happy with us. We put him down, however temporarily, and ran away with our tails tucked.

Come to find out we shouldn't have done that. Lots of bad shit came from it, but the end result is the big point; all this shit going down is leading up with the waking of one Big Baddy that makes all other Big Baddies look less frightening.

Apperantly, there's a sleeping monster just waitin' for his chance to come out and play, and if this- thing- wakes up, if everything keeps rolling and events set in motion keep going, we're all screwed.

So off we toddle, then, Ann and I, to kill this spider-person as Ivy wants us too. We have with us a werewolf gaurdian (and you have no idea how little I trust him. I've had my fair share of werewolves- hell, I've been one, and am glad that I'm not anymore.) and we're to find Illoria and Lim. They seem to have wandered off their own merry way.

Bloody frustrating, is what it is, and I'm not afraid to say I'm scared.

But this comming up, this fight, right now, with spider person?

Oh, hell yeah, I'm looking forward to this. Scared shitless, but ready. That son of a bitch is going down.

I don't like being fucked with.

Okay, I want to go home. It's been fun, all, but I'm finished.

Alright, so. I got to thinking, what better way to keep my thoughts from running around in circles in my thick skull then to write them down?

Anyway. Not gonna recap everything that's been going on, cause it's way too much. Let's sum this up as best as I can.

Pretty little Seimei wakes up somewherewith no frigging idea of who the hell she is or what the hell is going on. Makes a break for it, like any sane person would.

Gets away, only to have peaceful flight for life intterupted by a bunch of very loud, apperantly rather nosy people.

Fights scary monster, meets scary companions, and, apperantly, temporarily goes batshit insane. Because I stuck around after. With a really frightening druid, a rather large male, and an elf.

The druid is nice enough. Bit flip-floppy when it comes to her morals, bit preachy. Can't say as I like her, but I don't dislike her, either. Pretty damn indifferant either way, if you want the truth. I havn't worked solo with her, not much, anyway. Don't spend a lot of time with her. I don't know her well. She's cheerful enough, and easy enough to get on with unless she's pissed at you. Then it's like a damn wet cat.

Didn't have a problem with her 'till she wanted to let one of us die. I've got a thing about loyalty, and her lack of it just rubbed raw.

I don't know jack about druids, but that sort of callousness towards death in someone with power she's got kinda scared me. 'Cause, really, she could bully her away around me and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop her. Still, for the time, anyway, we're partners-of-a-sort, and I'm okay with her.

I like her when she's being bitchy. Reminds me she's not a doormat and gives me some new-found respect for a girl that can snap a shut the hell up just as fast as a stay calm, we're here to help. And back it up on both ends.


The big guy, he's a sorcerer. Another one that kinda scares me. I don't know him all that well, either. He's got something of a complex, I think, being the Big Bad Man in with us itty bitty helpless females. Heh. But in all actuality, I can't help but like him. He's got a big mouth and doesn't always use the brain that's above his waistline, but he's a decent guy. Cute monkey.

He's got a sense of black and white that pops up on occassion and seriously irritates the piss out of me. This is right and that is wrong, because I said so, so there. Nyah. It comes and goes so much it makes my head hurt.

I trust him more then the druid, honestly. Mostly because I've been around him more, and a good deal of the time by myself with him. And he's easier to read then the druid, at times.

Again, generally good guy, can tolerate. In fact, it isn't too damn hard to tolerate him.


The elf I know best of all of them. She and I wound up on our own for a good stretch of time, and shit did we step in it. I found out some interesting things about her (Like, hey! Surprise! Ann is an elf! Yay!) , and we went though all kinds of mess together. Kinda bonded us, in a weird, not bonded way. I trust her where I don't trust the other two; I trust her to kill me if she needs to, (drama, drama!) and to have my back without having to check and see if she's there.

She's a damned little bitch when she wants to be, but she's also a hell of a partner. Smart, quick, seems pretty surprisingly loyal, embaressingly better then me at most shit. She's not afraid to take life, but doesn't take it forgranted, either. She's secritive and quiet, and so mellow that when she does bite it takes you just completly by surprise.

She and I were pretty damn compatible right from the start, and now just understand each other, in a way, after everything. It's nice.

And anyway, after meeting them my nice, peaceful life just went down the river. Or at least, I assume I had a nice, peaceful life. Don't remember much, really. Probably didn't, or I wouldn't be in such a squeeze now.

Time passes, I end up in more upside down situations due to this lot then I've ever been in in my life. That I can remember. You know what I mean. Er, that is, I know what I mean, since I'll be the one- reading this- oh, fuck me sideways. Forget it.

There's more trouble brewing right now then I can spell out. In fact, I'd rather not spell it out, thanks. Don't want it as easy as mud pie for someone to get insight on what our mis-matched little group knows and what we're up to.

Well, they're up to. I'm not much use to them, really, besides for fighting once in a while. But I don't have any place better to be, and they've not kicked my little ass out yet.

Besides, a lot of everything's still in little peices right now, and we gotta put 'em together.

Anyway, now that we're all on the go, I can deal with more recent events.

Like fucking dying and thank sweet fuck I got brought back but still.

I don't think I'm ever gonna get over the creepies from that little trip. Course, I'm shivering more then from just dying. Sweet fuck, if you'd seen what I did before you went, you'd be having nightmares, too.

'Perantly I'm not the only one affected. My little elven- friend?- has saved my ass a few times, but loads of help she was then. Stiff as wood and whiter then I thought anyone could go.

Not that I blame her much. But it got me smashed into the ground and I was fucking food, my friend, and I can not even start to explain what it's like to realize you've been a meal to a freak like that. Or a meal at all.

Okay, so I started from the middle. I'm gonna be, anyway, 'cause I can't start from the begining. It's too long, I told you.

Our rag tag bunch minus one Seimei apperantly wound up at a place called the Countess Delehana's manor a while back. They got themselves wound up tight in the middle of a lot of excitment, helped resolve it, and left; and now they're back. With me in tow, none the less. Apperantly there are animals here that needed- um, saving.

We come to haul out some mutts, instead we end up with a town under attack, a possible blood-sucking elf lord, another, older druid, a spider-person, and a bunch of shadow people protecting this Countess's diary. And babe, lemme tell you everyone wants that fucking book, from the elf-lord to the spider person.

So, our illustriouse leader Lim (the socerrer) decides we need to get it first.

Plan failed.

Okay, talk bad, fight our way to it.

Plan failed.

So, we end up meet Mr. Spider Person while hunting something else that attacked us while we're searching for animals to rescue (yes, we are still on that.) and promising him the diary. That promise nearly got our elf killed.

So here we are, Ann and I unable to go back near the Countess's place, stuck in a town under attack. Still no stupid diary. I'm lucky to even be here. Lim is fuck knows where, and thank you, Ann and Illoria (the druid) are with me, safe as far as I can tell.

And now it's late, and I'm going to bed. We've got a lot to do in the morning, and.....more besides.

This is just one tiny part in a huge game, and it's not gonna be over any time soon. Damn it.