All I have is a name...

[xBeautyxRefinedx]

She let him sleep. He needed the rest. Natalie took Spiiro by the arm and led him to the back room where there lay a bed.
"You need sleep... it would be in both of our best interests if you rest," She said with a soft smile. Her smile faded as she spoke once more. "Your amnesia will wear off soon." By the time she had said her last word, Spiiro was fast asleep.
His face was calm, not rigid like it had been before. It was soft, gentle. Like a small boy taking a nap after a long day of play. Natalie put her long, brunette hair up into a ponytail, and looked at the reflection she saw in the mirror. She combed her fingers through her long, shiny ponytail. She smiled at the girl she saw in the mirror. Natalie was beautiful. She felt her lips curve up into a smile. She studied her face.. her blue eyes, small nose, full lips. Fang-like teeth. She touched them, remembering the look on Spiiro's face as he first saw them. What a curious man... Natalie thought. She flashed the mirror a bright smile and left the room.

Natalie wondered why she felt so much care for this stranger. She could have left him back on the beach... but no, that would not have been the right thing to do. She was taught to look after other's before herself. 'Care for one in need before thyself, and thou will return the favor...' Her mother's words echoed in her mind. She sighed as she remembered her mother- soft, sweet, caring. Never lost her temper. Never did anything wrong. So why did she end up dead? Dead, like the rest of her family. She could never know for sure if they were truly dead, but nobody could have survived a tragedy like that. But Natalie was too young to remember what had happened. All she saw was the flames. And then she woke up in this place. Spiiro was the first person she had met here. How the hell he got here, she might never know.

She wandered to a different building in the clearing. Natalie flitted around the open room, a cathedral-like building. It was here when she arrived to this island. She must've thought it was used for religious purposes, but Natalie liked the serene feel this room gave off. She sat on the floor, stretching. She let out a long sigh. Natalie glanced around the room, feeling the warmth of the sunshine creep through the stained glass windows. She danced around the room for a while, as dancing always made her feel relaxed and calm. Plié after plié...

She fell to the ground. Natalie was so focused. Until she heard the yell coming from outside. Confused, irritated.
"What the-...who the fuck..could that be?!" Natalie moaned as she quickly picked herself up from the hard wooden floor. She peered through the crack in the door. She saw a figure on the ground. Natalie swayed from one side of the room to the other, trying to get a better look. She clenched her fists as she saw it was another woman. She looked aggressive, but scared. Deja Vu....? Natalie slowly crept out of the side door, in a defensive position, seeing as the creature could be a threat. But she didn't show fear. She never did. Natalie backed down on her defensive stance a bit as she neared the female.
"How many more of you people are going to fall out of the damn sky, today?!" She said, flustered. Her eyes turned hard, and gave the woman a cold stare.
She changed her expression. "I'm Natalie... but may I ask who in the world are you?"

[Pony Swag]

Character: Renji.

Life, much like the ocean was in a near endless state of turmoil and chaos. Where but the simplest of changes can have dramatic effects. With eyes closed the feline would wonder a great deal to himself. He enjoyed the smell of sea salt and the gentle oceans breeze upon his fine coat. For once in a long time he was at peace with himself. "This world can at times be serene." He spoke to himself regarding the illusion of peace. Suddenly he would feel a disturbance. A rather potent one too boot. "Figures..." The feline sighed as it spoked.

Pouncing off from the rock he was perched on. As his tiny paws left their mark upon the sand. "Well I suppose it would be best if I checked thing out." The feline would purr as it spoke, making it's way toward the center of the disturbance with haste. Leaving a trail of prints in his wake. His tail would sway side to side as he moved at speeds far greater then that of any mere cat. Through the use of his jolt step the cat would dissipate from the human eye, only to appear in the distance. Truthfully it was no mere illusion. In actuality the Feline wasn't moving faster. Rather it was space that was moving for him on a very limited scale.

As the feline drew nigh he would hide amongst the foliage. His black coat granting him a rather natural camouflage with the shadows. He watched intently as another approached, a woman. Slowly he would step forth from the brush. Nesting his rear upon the ground as his tail swayed side to side. The only thing unusual about this feline was that it had eye brows. However there are species of cats who have eyebrows, so though rare it wasn't suspicious enough to alert anyone to the true nature of this being. The feline would lower it's head as it gazed upon the one from the sky.

As the other female so poetically defined her as. This world was full of strange visitors. Even this cat was one himself. However where he hailed from was far away. Beyond space as they knew it. He came from a realm of law and order. But saw fit to retire at an early age and spend his days amongst the folk of this universe. Guarding it's inhabitants from the influence and scorn of the forgotten. An ancient race of tortured souls.

"Is this pure chance? A formulation of seamlessly unconnected events transpiring this incident. Or perhaps something more...dare I say fate? I never can really decide which is which for myself." The cat spoke out loud as it closed his eyes. Sighing as he opened his eyelids and stared at the other visitor. "That was quite the show you put on. Though sadly my curiosity is sedated for the moment. Still..." He spoke as the feline arched a brow. "I suppose your little psionic energy firework show coupled with the effect it has had on my own spiritual energy will attract a few unwanted pest." He spoke as the feline put a joint in his mouth. using his own spiritual energy to manipulate the air molecules. Increasing the friction so the friction converted to heat. Lighting the tip of his magic stick.

He'd exhale a cloud of smoke in the shape of a circle with a smile on his face. "Do you need any help? By the way my nam..." The feline froze. Turning around facing the direction he came. "Hmm. I suppose now is not the time. Are you hurt by chance?" He inquired into as his gaze remained fixated on that direction.

[Spiiro]

Sleep, it was amazing at first. Spiiro’s body immediately relaxed as he hit the mattress.

He could barely here as she tried to comfort him, her words slipped away into the air around him, he didn’t know when the last time he slept was, but it felt like forever.

At first it was nothing, just the typical blackness of sleep. No images, no feelings, just rest.


And then it started. In a flash Spiiro was standing alone, it was dark, aside from the warming light of a fire next to him. Or all around him.
He finally looked up; his surroundings were consumed by an inferno that roared upwards to the sky. Where was he now? A dream?

“No...” He thought. “Too vivid...”

The heat was intense, it felt real. He glanced down at his hands; they were dripping with wet blood. His clothes, his face, even his broadsword were soaked in the blood of strangers. He couldn’t scream, or make a noise. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, putting his hands forward to stop himself. His hair had beads of plasma falling to the soil below him. Again he tried to let out a sound, a cry for help, a wail of horror, nothing would come out. “A dream?” He thought again, but it felt so real. His chest tightened, he couldn’t breathe. His head hurt, just like it did when he awoke on the beach.

And then the voices. As if a thousand human voices cried out at once and filled his head to the point where he wanted to reach in and tear out his brain. Finally his body let him make a sound, but all he could do was scream.
One voice however, found its way through all the noise and pierced his soul.

“You did this!!! WE did this!! LOOK AT IT!!”

Spiiro couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice, but it horrified him. It shook him to his core. If this was a dream he wanted to wake up. If this was a dream he was praying something would jog him from this nightmare.

No relief came. He tried to stand, but the voices in his head were actually weakening him. The solitary, monstrous voice taunted him.

“We are one, Spiiro. We are ONE!!” Spiiro’s head split with the sound of the voice, it was agony. He brought his blood soaked hands to the sides of his head and yelled.

Suddenly, blue lights began to materialize around him. The same blue light he had seen when he killed the animal.

“This is our gift Spiiro….Use it!........TAKE THEM SPIIRO!!”

Without warning the blue lights rushed at Spiiro, entering his body. He felt the same sensation as earlier, but this time the intensity was frightening. His body had become a conduit for this energy, it surged through him, and he felt like a god.
And again, in a flash it was over. But the blaze around him still roared, and the blood on his hands was still wet. He wanted this dream to end. He wanted to go back to the cozy house he had been offered as shelter. The horror of this reality was threatening to break his mind and his soul in two. He finally lashed out.

“WHERE ARE YOU!!?? SHOW ME YOUR FACE!!??”

Spiiro stood up and gripped his swords hilt. He whipped his head around, looking for a target. Behind him, he heard a whisper.

“Look in the mirror…”

Spiiro turned and swung madly….


And when he opened his eyes, he was standing in the small cozy home he had longed to return to. He was out of bed, and his broadsword was buried in the wall, his hand still gripping the hilt. Letting go, he realized the potential tragedy that could have befallen his innocent host. The thought ate away at him.
Was he a monster?

[xBeautyxRefinedx]

Natalie heard a commotion inside the house. She left the other creature and hurriedly pranced into the bedroom. She looked at him. And she looked at the wall. Back at him. He looked even worse than before- mortified. She rushed over to him, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead with a damp cloth. Natalie took his hand off the sword, and placed his shaking hand by his side. She grabbed the sword from the wall and pulled it out of the wood board with ease. Natalie decided it would be best to keep this huge weapon in the other room. She came back to the room with another damp cloth, more cautiously than before, taking him by the arm, laying him back down on the bed, and placed the cloth over his forehead. Natalie ran her fingers through his hair, and reassured him it was nothing to worry about.

"It was just a bad dream," she spoke slowly. No harshness in her voice, seeing that the man she was caressing could have just killed her if she had been standing there against that wall. "You aren't a monster..." Natalie said, as if she were reading his mind.

"I feel no threat from you. But tell me, can you remember anything more? About how you got here?" She almost looked sympathetic, for this poor man had gone through so much within the past day, with no answers or reasons to anything. She looked at Spiiro with a soft gaze. She knew he wasn't exactly stable.

She realized how exhausted she was herself. Natalie let herself fall back into the chair. She let out a long, aggravated sigh and closed her eyes. She let her hair down, and it flowed down to the middle of her back in waves. She couldn't fall asleep- there was too much going on in her small world for her to sleep now. Not to mention a man who slices walls.

[spacegy4]

Falling out of the sky? That could be a reasonable enough explanation as she felt like precisely that had happened. Her entire body ached as she tried to right herself. Pushing at the ground with an open hand to raise herself she struggled to determine which way was up. Her vision was blurry as eyes slowly opened. As an her surroundings began to come into focus she noticed the woman approach her.

May’s mind was in an unusual state. The best way to describe it would be somewhere between full combat awareness and completely and totally dazed and out of it. She was able to see the person as she was approaching. Her combat instinct was screaming. It demanded a twitch reaction that would save her from imminent harm, yet that wouldn’t come. She couldn’t easily move. Almost all of her energy had left her. It felt like she bore a humongous boulder on her shoulder and she tried further to stand. Finally managing to one knee she looked forward at the woman and returned the stare. As her odd colored eyes looked towards the woman she ultimately failed to notice the feline nearby. “I’m May...” She managed to say as she stared into the woman’s eyes with her own blue and green. At the same time she spoke an identical telepathic voice would permeate the nearby air. Merely speaking took such an effort that she couldn’t keep herself conscious. Moments before she passed out she noticed the woman leave her to go back toward the building.

[Pony Swag]

The feline would sigh as none of the strangers even seemed to acknowledge his words, let alone his warning. His body language made it self evident that something ominous was on it's way. Anyone with any level of spiritual awareness could sense it. However if these folk lacked such a trait, then they wouldn't see anything once it attacked. For a Forgotten can only be perceived with those of a decent level of awareness when it comes to the metaphysical nature of this world.

The feline would let out another puff of smoke as it enjoyed the feel the joint was giving him. Few things in this world were as relaxing as spending a little quality time with mary jane. Still it would seem that soon his mood was destined to change. His gaze would avert from the Forgotten's approach, and instead focus on the woman passed out on the ground. "Well I suppose I should at least move her away from here." The feline spoke as it walked towards the woman. "It's a bad sign of the time when a talking pot head feline and a woman falling from the heavens seems to be the norm judging by everyone reaction." He concluded as he wrapped his tail around the female foot.

"I wonder what is your story child? Though I suppose it won't be long before you'll humor me with the details." The feline thought to himself as he dragged her by the foot. hiding her amongst the nearby brush. he would then turn around and return to his original position. Resting his rear upon the ground as he waited patiently. With eye lids closed he'd continue to smoke his joint. counting down to himself the estimated time of arrival. At first everything was serene. But truthfully this was the calm before the storm. And this feline knew all too well how potent of an illusion peace was.

For the physical world was hostile by nature. And the metaphysical was hardly different. For life in both worlds was a constant struggle and battle for both order as well as survival. "And zero!" The feline shouted as he did a back flip. Kicking what appeared to be a snake like demon on the nose. The creature would fly backwards, rolling upon the ground as its impact snapped in half and ripped nearby trees roots from the moist earth. "A D class? Well this is hardly worth the time or effort." the feline spoke condescendingly as he took another hit. Puffing out circles as if he hadn't a worry in the world.

Most likely he would have to break his disguise and reveal his true form. However Luckily this feline was certain that none of these beings knew what he truly was. Either in this form or in his original one. "Bastard!" The forgotten would whisper as it rose from the ground. As the spikes upon it's spine had begun to grow in both length and diameter. "What are the odds of running into one of your kind? Especially in a place like this? Still i suppose every meal is worth fighting for!" The creature stated as it's tongue moistened it's lips with it's tongue.

"What can I say? I love to surprise others. I don't suppose you'll simply leave?" The feline replied as it took yet another hit from the ever dwindling joint. "You're an arrogant creature. Smokign as if you've already won!" The forgotten bellowed. "If I had won it would be a blunt, not a joint. And arrogant? I'm sorry but I don't know the meaning of the word." The feline would conclude as it closed it's eyes lids. A smirk creeping upon it's face. "Damn you!" The forgotten replied. Soon the ancient battle between the Death God's and the Forgotten would once more find itself seeping into the world of the living.