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Constance couldn't help but giggle. "You're cold? I'm rather warm." She was wearing a short huntress skirt and a small top. Brown knee hight boots and elbow length gloves. She wasn't cold because of the adrenalin rushing through her.

She laughed lightly. "Fear?" She walked up next to him. "Mystery...evil perhaps?" She held out her hand. "Do you need help decifering it?"

Constance watched as he took off the ring, slipped it back on, and fell to the ground. "Hey!" She knelt at his side and caught his head millimeters before it thouched the ground. Gently, she lifted his head and put it on her knee. She placed his hand in hers and closed her eyes, concentrating on something that wasn't there. "Like nothing I've ever felt before..." She set his hand down and looked into the fog. "Whatever it is...it isn't good..."

Constance nodded, then snapped her head up. "Did you hear that?" She asked, refering to a sound comeing from behind.

Constance stiffened. "More of them..." She looked over through the fog. "One of them is very familiar to me...but I can't place it.."

((I already sent my character to Faelan, but it's not up yet. I'll post it at the bottom of this post for those who want to see it already.))

The malevolent spirit, Dracquis, gazed out from behind his "half-mask". It gleamed pure white, in contrast to his figure of black shadows. He had not fully recovered yet. The usual dark clouds that trailed along side him was reduced to nothing but an eerie mist. The unchanging wicked grin painted on his "half-mask" was a fearsome sight to behold.

This village was interesting, indeed. A dark force had recently passed through here. Perhaps that is why he was drawn here. He needed nourishment to regain his strength. The dark magic that surrounded the place would serve him well.

Dracquis the Dark One glided creepily through the mist. He sensed life in the deathly village.

((Username: Zerith
Name: Dracquis the Dark One
Age: None
Description: Dracquis has long since lost his mortal form. He is a mass of pitch black shadows which bulge in and out. Black shadows follow him wherever he appears. He wears a bleached-white half-mask that covers half of his "face". A sinister grin is painted on (only half a grin since it's half a mask). The eyehole is a crescent moon shape and there are several horn-like protrutions near the edge of the top of the mask.
Personality: Evil, dark, menacing, malevolent
Past (unnecessary): Dracquis the Dark One is a malevolent spirit. He has been "killed" many times, only to arise again in fury and vengeance. He is a legend of which frightens all but the bravest warriors. He is known to use magic of a powerful, ancient, and evil kind. He is newly arisen, and now searches for vengeance, as well as his black-paged book known only as the Tome of Dracquis the Dark One. This holds his most powerful spells, and with it he is practically unstoppable. And so he searches for his lost Tome, as well as new victims.
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Shadowed
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, etc): Lyndria))

"Something's out there. Whatever it is, it's aura is strong enough even I'm sensing it now." It was true enough, there seemed to be a void of life around them where once there was simply the absence. "Whatever it is, it's more than just the malevolent spirits of the dead. This is true evil." He stood and offered his hand to Mirado. "Can you stand?"