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.