Darkness Dwelling (OPEN!!!)

[Sivoncé™]

It seems this is our only choice...so be it. I just hope someone there'll recognize me... Mentally, she raked her mind over the faces of the past, buried deep behind that curtains of ash and pain and Hellfire. She furrowed her brow, deep in thought for several moments. Who were the other leaders? There had been a Destiny....Siveria, but Sylvana had helped that one to her death... Who else? Maybe I'll know them when I see them...
"Okay...let's go," she murmured at last. She moved towards the woods with a determined pace, eyes boring ahead of her.

(Enter Yozoran battle thread?)

Rosy embarresment flooded over him. Well, I suppose there's no ducking out now. Damien strode nonchalantly out the woodland, his copper eyes betraying nothing of what had passed in either clearing. Instead, he smiled gently at Sanceul and wagged his tail slightly. "I was looking for you, and then Lucifer ran off in the same direction," he explained. Relief rushed through him -- there would be no trouble here tonight. Even the Sylvana situation had taken a turned for what Damien saw as the pleasnant. We're all in our places...where we're supposed to be. The darkness receded in Sanceul's presence. At least for now, Damien was happy to be and even happier forget that maybe he shouldn't be at all. "So, practicing that tree trick, I see?" He raised a brow at her, humor flickering through his gaze. I guess it's a useful talent.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((sure—onward to Yozoran terra! *throws Zeffen*))

At last, Damien slid into view. The familiarity—of his color, his scent, his eyes—relaxed her, and Sanceul swished her tail in a few slow loops. Her eyes sparked at his explanation. So you guys crossed paths? Reminds me of us, funny enough. But at least it’s not dull around here anymore.
‘The tree trick’?
“Oh, yeah, haven’t you heard? I’m the new official Queen of the Squirrels.” She bounded playfully forward, swiveling about to brush her tail against Damien’s shoulder. “Fear my bushy tail!”
Splitting her jaws in a rolling yawn, Sanceul smirked, raising a brow at her companion. “Where’ve you been, anyway? It’s been boring without you—I had to resort to… oh, yeah. That’s right! Can I see your paw for a second?” Switching focus, she nodded to the remaining pile of powder. “I need to add a little of you into the mix, if you don’t mind.” She held up her own hindleg, the thin line of the fresh wound creasing her fur, as an example. “It doesn’t hurt. Just a pinch.”

[Sivoncé™]

Damien shrugged his broad shoulders, tail swishing in cheerful pendelum motion. Suddenly, an eruption of fluff feathered his face. He sneezed while Sanceul squirreled about. "I can most definitely see that. All hail the she-squirrel!" He made a mock bow of alleigience, eyes twinkling with mischeif as he bowed his head. He offered her a wry grin and was about to relay what had passed with Lucifer and Sylvana when she showed him the thin cut along her hindleg. Baffled, he took a small step backwards. "Sanceul, I try and keep you from dropping dead, and you secretly pluck yourself to death when I'm not around?" Okay, well maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. But still. What was the point of it, anyway? The whole thing -- the pile of powerdy substances -- reminded him of the fabled Blood Mist Rituals. The resemblence grew with the request of 'pieces'. But this is Sanceul! If she was doing something like that...she'd go join Blood Mist wouldn't she? She'd be their shaman or healer or something...Plus I trust her.
Reluctantly, he did as she asked, though his eyes laid quetioningly on hers as he did so.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

All was going smoothly… well, until he commented on her wound. She scoffed dismissively. “Don’t be such a wuss puss! It’s not like I bit my leg off, or something.” In any case, Damien obeyed, although his eyes asked fairly reasonable questions. Sanceul rolled her eyes, not quite grasping why this was so strange. Whatever. Here’s today’s lesson on other cultures, big guy.
“Just a few drops, anyway. Too much, and you’ll get too much of your scent all over it. This is, well… extra protection. I’m not all that ‘superstitious’, as one might call it, but my Father used to do this. It kinda calms me when things are stressful…” She shrugged. “Anyhow, it’s basically a little… charm, of sorts. This one has rose thorns for protection, roots and soil to embed the energy into the area, and mistletoe to solidify the bonding. The blood indicates who it’s supposed to guard, and binds us to it… plus, I added a feather ‘cause I like feathers.” Satisfied with the explanation, she closed her eyes and slid to her belly, partially opening a single lid to observe Damien. “Oh, and the heart of my mother, the powdered remains of some pup’s skull, and an eye of newt. I was a naughty little girl. Now, how was your day, then?”