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He saw an opening and had the Ava prepared, but either a stroke of fate or perfect timing, he waited long enough to see a better chance. His target was a massive creature, standing 6 maybe even 7 ft tall, and coiled blood to its whim and earth, most people can only properly wield two elements, three given rare instance. It wasnt enough to bet its life on, but they could assume they had learned of their target primary elements.

They turned to face the ball of blood, considering the corrosisve properties the Feer had informed them of, they could assume this was a bomb of sorts. They fashioned a dark slit behind their back, falling into the crevice like portal, inbetween the blink of its targets eye and appeared behind Allen's shadow. His blackened eyes leering up to its giant prey, arms tense and ready to strike.

He was within arms reach, one swift thrust and his hand could cleave through harden metal;but, he waited for Allen to notice, he waited for their eyes to meet before doing anything. No, he just let the blood lust encroach on allen's shoulder, as they weighed their options on tearing him limb from limb.

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The tree he was perched upon was ripe with his aura. Saturated in its essence it was a cesspit of power. A vat of possibilities. Allen's gaze saw past corporeal and they never left sight of the creature's life force. The moment that disappeared he knew something was up. The hair on his back stood up as the being suddenly appeared behind him. The faintest drop of murderous intent was enough to alert Allen but this creature was wreaking of it. Allen had some time ago had given his blood the "Reach" command creating nigh sentient clawed appendages that responded the moment the blood lust was felt. Instinctually and practically upon arrival one of the two tendrils would react flinging itself at Orca with the intent of grabbing his neck whilst trying to dig its claws into his flesh. . As for Allen the moment, the first tendril responded his body shifted he'd do a spirited back flip onto a higher branch that was behind Orca. Upon his hand touching it several other branches would extend becoming malleable and strike out as him aiming to further ensnare him should the tendril fail to do so. His other tendril stayed now on alert, ready to act at a moment's notice.

"What are you? What business would you have with me?"

He spoke out, but something told him he might not get a response. During the backflip, his eyes met Orca's and he caught sight of the blackened almost soulless gaze. What is the world was this creature? Vescrutia was filled with enigmas and anomalies. This was getting interesting. The pervasive blood lust almost had a scent to it. It was causing his blood to pump but under the veil of Amrits power, he was still of a clear and sound mind. Quite the opposite of his bug-spitting friend here. The clone of Allen stayed tethered to the tree itself. It would place its hand onto the tree and begin to spur the naten of the tree, aggravating it causing the blood to heat up. Inter its own naten began to do so.
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The tendrils lunged into his neck, clanging against his steel like armor of his skin and bones. With a cold and blank stare they slashed at the tendrils with the blades that were protruding from his forearms, ideally shattering the first tendrils to attack them and leapt to a branch adjacent to Allen.

The branches turned to weapons and rushed from the trunk of the tree in hot pursuit, ensnaring one of his legs seconds after they landed on their new footing. Without even a whisper he directed his attention to the remaining branches that sought to bind or maybe even skewer him.

His mouth opened, revealing a row of teeth not to different than any other human in the desert;but, with further inspection you could see the iridescent flicker of a swarm of feer, swimming around in his mouth. Even in large numbers their wings didnt make much of an audible cue, making the bugs size a lethal combination. However the sun's light shined brightly over the white sands of the Acrix desert and illuminated the spores that fell from their wings, creating a beautiful gleam of iridescent light trail flowing from his mouth.

A rainbow flew from his mouth, flying to the tip of the tree, with the intent to surround and subdue their target, avenging the fallen insects that Allen had slain earlier, not that Feer actually needed a reason to hunt. Their numbers were incalculable, and their swarm was always hungry. The sheer size of the rainbow explained the gravity of Allen's situations, assuming Allen understood what Feer were.

All they need due is wait as the rapid fluttering of the swarms wings released the dangerous hallucinogenic spore that was easily carried by the wind, the very same spore that coined the gnats name, feer. Once the spores are absorbed into the bloodstream, the victim would be paralyzed by powerful fear driven hallucinations.

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Before his gaze all things were bare. Base. He didn’t need to hear the beat of their wings to discern what they were. A plague. Infestation. A storming field of incredibly small creatures the likes of which he didn’t even try to count. The sheer volume of the rainbow vapor he produced was fearsome indeed.

Fearsome to most

Allen was not one such being.

The tendrils were met with the swift decisiveness of his blades. When the rainbow shot forth Allen willed the branch he roosted on to spilt cussing him to fall straight through. As he descended, the now 8 foot Goliath clone of Allen would , with accosted speed, be upon Orca from behind. With vehement strength it aimed to grab Orca by the neck with pipe crushing force.

Like an anglers bait…

Even if he had absorbed any of the vapor either breath or skin. The violet hue of his pact beast aura Tranquil Fury had been clad on his being since the beginning of this fray. As he was now ,Allen mindset could not be stirred nor shaped. Fixated on the task at hand he would will his might in any way imaginable to ensure that he would leave this place alive. What’s more with possibly a new prey to add. This time it would definitely be self defense.

Allen, on the way down allowed his naten to manifest on the palms of his hands. His naten streaked down the backside of of the tree bark causing it to rise toward the sky growing in height rapidly. Mere moments faded as the copious amounts of blood and naten responded. A steadily growing rumbling would quake the earth sending its tremors through the tree itself. This resonance would give birth to a litany of large spikes that would erupt along the side of the tree. As the shaking became more rhythmic the bloody bark of the tree began to chip away allowing a more serpentine motion.

Consume…

The vivacious creation gave way to a series of massive teeth that created a ring of despair around Orca, whatever feer it could contain,and the clone that hopefully caught the slightly ensnared Assailant. What now burst forth was a massive concoction of plant matter, essence, and a ravenous will of carnivorous hunger. As the giant maw of fangs sought to enfold upon Orca, Allen would be seen hoping back several meters. He held out his hand.

“Amirit…”

The small fox spirit manifested in his palm.

“Prepare”

The small fox spirit looked up at Allen his head tilting over.

“You think we need to resort to that, Inari?”

Allen did not allow his sight to leave the death ball he wrought. He smirked slightly. A rarity in itself. Perhaps it was hubris, but Allen marveled at the sight of what he could do. Life, on a whim. There had to be more than this…even this, they way he used his power…something still felt like it was missing.

”I said only to prepare “

The fox spirit mocked him but still began to sit tight in the cup of his massive palm. He took in a breathe rather large for his size and sat perfectly still.
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The tight squeeze of the vines held it's vice-like grip on his leg, keeping him tethered to the thick branch. Yet, his eyes sifted through the area in rapid succession, seemingly scanning for threats.

The Feer, practically invisible gnats native to the harsh conditions of the phioto swamp, continued to flood from his mouth as their unprecedented volume quickly plunged the area around his body in a thick mist, the likes of which would gradually expand outwards in relation to swarms movement. It was clear to them this tree had great importance to their target, he'd used the only surviving tree in the area several times. So the swarm took to the height of the tree, where their dusty particles would have an easier time spreading against the dry desert air. They didn't need to directly engage Allen, no man, nor beast could survive forever within the mist, it was only a matter of time before his body would reach toxification from over exposure.

Visibility of Orca had rapidly diminished, leaving Allen to rely on other senses to ascertain where his target was. The vine that held Orca in place, rapidly dissolved as if time was being unwound for it;but, it was no spell-just the Feer's powerful digestive enzymes dissolving it's binds within seconds, freeing him from his shackles.

Under the influence of the gorrems, a parasitic creature that lived inside of Orca, his senses were sharp, so keen that he could both feel and hear the clone descending through the air to strike him and maintained a sense of aloofness even after the creature struck at him.

The force of Allen's clone pushed at the mist, briefly revealing the still kneeling Orca;but, his strike wouldn't make connection with Orca's body. Instead he would find that he'd struck something much worse than air, he pushed it's hand through a Dark slit and unknowingly punched himself in the face with the force he'd intended for Orca, thanks to a second slit that opened near Allen's jaw as his fist entered the other slit.

Dark slits were incredibly small in appearance, resembling to the natural eye as a thin piece of black hair floating in the wind and under the reduced visibility thanks to the particles the swarm were constantly releasing as they flapped their wings, Allen's clone should have been caught off guard. Yet regardless of the precision of his defensive dark slit, he remained crouched on the branch, which unlike the vine that had attached itself to his leg, remained intact and undamaged by the Feer assault.

He bathed in the protective veil of his Swarms protection and mitigated the effects of the mist's psychoactive compound with the help of the gorrems inside of him. While resting on the branch, spawning more of his swarm, the trembling flowing through the ground called his attention. He closed his mouth, shutting the slit inside him that allowed him to move so many so quickly. The transfiguration of the tree sent ripples through the air, stirring his senses and giving him insight as to where the strike may come;but, they weren't sure what was happening.

His face remained emotionless as they, the controllers within his body, moved him through his bout;but, his eyes continued to frantically dart around even though his visibility was equally as diminished as anyone else under these conditions.

A nightmarish and prehistoric-carnivore plant leapt from the side of the tree, must aptly destroying, the once living relic, but presenting Orca with a towering creature to face. With the tree in shambles, orca would leap from the branch and command his swarm to attack the plant monster rushing towards him, slipping away behind their misty trail he waited for the swarm to devour the oversized creature.

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The clone was indeed caught off guard. With the sheer volume of mist being created by the Feer the clone nor Allen could accurately decipher Orca's whereabouts. The dark slit would succeed in fooling both Allen and his counterpart as the forceful neck grab aimed for Orca was met by Allen instead. It only lasted a second before Allen used his claws to cut the hand that grabbed his throat. Releasing a thick cough as the force almost cut his air supply short. Another slick move from his target no doubt. How was the creature able to do it? It was almost as if he redirected the attack...but how could it manage such a thing?

With the fierceness of the smog and full effect he didn't have time to contemplate it fully. It didn't matter anyway. His copy had reached it's end. The clone did not posses Allen's innate ability to manipulate his blood and thus it could not filter out the massive smog of toxic dust the Feer were producing. The plant monster did not erupt from the side of the tree. The monster was the tree itself, using the empowered nutrients he had been feeding it through his essence in order to give it new purpose. It's massive jaws tried to snap shut beneath both Orca and the clone but missed the bug filled host by a hair. Allen on the other hand was still on the ground.

The thick miasma surrounded him, very briefly before a spec would be seen shooting straight up into the sky out of the cloudy area. It would be Allen bearing twin wings of his blood that stretched about 5 feet evenly. Amrit, still resting in the palm of his hand, had begun to glow a soft lavender light. As for Allen, he touched the right side of his chest...briefly he inhaled. The memory of his mother coming to pass. The rune etched into his flesh, his only inheritance from her. It was over his Ava...the place where his emotions had been formerly sealed. The brunt of his power, his stake as a member of a household he barely knew. He could feel it though...the power held within this heart. It was time to see it in reality. He made sure to move in ways that kept him from ingesting more of the fog then needed. With what he had ingested so far it was a small task to cleanse his blood of it's influence. It would take a little time to so however, he was far from the point of toxification so there was little to be concerned about.

Amrit...I'm getting excited...

The small fox spirt smirked. It was one of worry. His "Tanquil Fury" aura was waining. Eventually Allen would succum to his baser instincts if the battle continued to drag on. Something that could not be allowed to happen as the sun was starting to set. If he was going to access his ava, Amirit would have to be pushed a bit further. The spirt would “disperse” becoming added ambient naten particles that would coalesce around Allen. The thin veil of lavender energy thickened about two shades given more saturation to the colors hue. The fox spirits influence was fully visible to anything looking at his host. With a deep exhale small crimson spark began to manifest around Allen. His lime green retinas became doused in a emerald glare as the whites of his eyes began to become stained by a scarlet color. His hair went from a docile red into a cardinal pseudo blaze shining vibrantly.

The rampaging behemoth he gave birth to after failing to consume Orca would quickly fill its mouth with fluid as it closed shut. This creature was was not simply a growth spurt from the tree. It had been cultivated in the roots and body of it’s former form. As such, it’s body held the culmination of blood, naten and biomaterial it had collected in its once docile state. The force of which would be released in a powerful high pressured stream with enough force to plow through steel with ease. The concentrated “beam” of sanguine might aimed to pierce through the thick feer centered onslaught, hoping to catch Orca off guard with its power and size as the attack was roughly 3 meters wide. Allen felt invigorated. The naten rich fluid from his Ava began pumping through his body. He watched from the side as the clash happened. Amassing his aura.

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-The stream of sanguine energy shot blindly into the mist that veiled orca's presence and out raced a high pitched screech, filling the graveyard with terror. The sheer force of the beam was enough to push the particles away from the immediate area, giving a moments reprieve for the plant monster and allen;but, only did so much to the swarm themselves. Though their bodies, those that weren't vaporized upon impact, now littered the white sands and covered the massive bones of the elder Elves, the swarm's strength remained.

It wasn't long before the swarm peppered the air with their intoxicating debris and seemingly stepping from that very mist, was Orca, appearing in clear sight. He walked with a limp and was missing an arm. His approached seemed to stir life into the mist as with each motion he made , a pair of black eyes, identicle to his own, appeared within the surrounding walls that the mist had created.

He halted his approach and briefly turned his head towards the sky, where Allen's pulsing red wings could be seen, shining above the cloud layer that his swarm had created, which Allen was noticeably above. He slowly opened his mouth while pressing his hand against his wounded arm, releasing the same high pitch shrill that reverberated against the desert sands after Allen's montser attack. Only this time the shrill lasted much longer, growing in anguish, pitch and intensity with each passing moment;before coming to a sudden halt- followed by a soft whispering...-

"Dont you feel them?"

-He asked much too softly and suddenly for a man floating in the air to adequately hear, but even without knowing exactly what was said it should have come as a surprise. As eerie as it was to hear the wild animal that orca must have appeared as, speak, his soft words were followed by an unignorable presence. A nagging feeling of a shadowy hand creeped into Allen's imagination and continued reaching for his neck from the vantage point of the dark slit. This presence continued to coalesce within Allen's subconscious and even more so while Orca was looking at him or talking.

The entire time they had been fighting, Orca hadn't so much as uttered a single decernable word or statement. Yet now he was speaking a common tongue and nursing a wound on his left arm, which was dripping a strange colored liquid that bared some similarities to blood;but, the texture and smell were offensive to the senses. Black in color and coagulated, it slowly seeped from his wound and piled on the floor beside him.-

"I was born here..."

-he said softly, whilst staring at the glowing wings of his foe. It had been in his intention to meet Allen head on, at the ground level where he was last standing;but, when he arrived his opponent had already taken to the skies, a skill orca wasnt aware his opponent had. He stood motionless, fuming and ranting with repetive statements like 'A beast with no face.' or 'I was born here.' and ' Can't you feel them?' All while standing, holding the wound from his severed arm and absentmindly kicking at the pile of black goo on the ground beside him.

Every now and again he'd look to the sky where Allen floated and the droves of eyes ,that peered from the shimmering debris of his swarm, would follow, shifting their attention from the pulsing Aura of their foe and back to some arbitrary direction. Almost intentionally ignoring the thrashing plant monster, who was still at war with the swarm only 12 or so meters from him.

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The clash between the two ended in what Allen assumed was some kind of even match. Though that was only at face value. Many of Vescrtuia are still unaware of the very unique vision Allen possesses. Able to see the flow of naten that exist all around them granting him a certain level of insight that most creatures do not have. It made him even more of a fearsome creature. The swarm had done much more damage than he initially intended for his pet to take. Yet it also came as a boon to him. As his aura continued to manifest, began to stain the horizon in its hue. The rune on his chest shined vibrantly for but a moment before fading away causing his form to alternate. His ears grew larger almost bat-like. His incisors became larger fags. His claws elongated sharply reflecting the glare of his aura.

His birth Rune. "Progenitors Dogma", a gift left to him by his mother. The woman who gave birth to him yet his only contact with her was in death. His life had been like this for as long as he could remember. Filled with twisted poetic happenings that only gave way to more entanglements...more questions. However as it stood now, he had to survive. What is uncommonly known about Allen, is that he is indeed the "Ace Of Hearts". To earn that title he had to travel deep within his heart and make peace with a horrid destiny. One that would set him on a path of a possible eternity of bloodshed and carnage. Yet, on this very path, he would find the truth. Of who he was, and the task that was handed to him several thousand lifetimes before.

What Allen was admonished to foster.

His, mother's parting words....were.

Grow strong, Grow strong, and survive. For if I am to grasp my destiny. I will have to grow from being the hunted...

Amrit "dispersing" served more than just a mere amplification. The bond with his familiar was rooted in a promise...a promise to survive a world that wants to consume him. A world that would view him as prey. Every strand of red hair became doused with a shimmering violet hue. This is because Amrit's naten is blue and what had occurred was a mixing of souls. A blending of spirits. His familiar, A legendary Kitsune that shed its mortal form ages ago in the pursuit of knowledge and peace, now oozed through him. With the brunt of Amrit's power at his disposal and his ava pumping now throughout his body, Allen's sway of naten was increased dramatically. In this state he would not be beguiled by parlor tricks, namely the ripples in the naten flow where the strange object emerged. His already unique vision was naturally enhanced by his heightened state, as he was even the naten particles in the air around him were laid bare. As such he was finally able to see the mystery behind his assailant's surprising throat grab from earlier. This creature had the ability to somehow conjure rifts seamlessly into space. Giving it a wicked advantage.

In most cases.

The more he faced off against this creature the more curious he became of its origins. Obviously he and these...bugs were connected. However, as Allen had spent the better part of this bout throwing a wide variety of antics at it to discern the versatility of its union. It was noteworthy, to say the least...two separate naten origins intertwined, housed in the same frame. Much like he and his familiar. Though the beast and his ilk were not married in only energy alone. The erratic behavior...something deeper was going on. It was time he did away with this... assailant.

I must become the Hunter!

Allen's right wing like appendage, with exceptional reflexes, snatched the hand as it emerged from the rift. The plant beast was swiftly losing the battle against the swarm. By the droves, the micro eaters persisted in devouring the plants' flesh. Allen then would be seen with a slightly nefarious smirk on his face as both his hand became doused in deep violet energy. With a deep breath, Allen would release a blood-curdling wail. What was left of the plant monster would become erect for a second before it began swelling at an alarming rate. If the enemy found itself curious for too long it might have missed the true star of the show. The call did not only agitate the blood of the plant monster but demanded attention from the myriad of bugs that partook of its flesh. Orca, who at the time was not too far off from the warzone himself would surely be in the range of the terrible self-destruct sequence he had set in motion. The hundreds possibly thousands of Feer who took a bite out of his creature would now find themselves bequeathed a dogma...

Explode

Agitating the naten that resided in the plant monster and anything that partook of it body would find itself unable to contain the powerful resonance of Allen command. He doubt he could manipulate feer themselves so causing them to all self destruct to further add to the carnage seemed to be the way to go. However Allen's effort did not stop there. The explosion of blood, naten and bio matter would swirl creating a terrible twister of devastation. The viscosity of the blood was thicker, heavy and stickier. Over the force of the winds he couldn't make out anything the beast spouted.

Furious Culling!

With a tight closing of his naten doused fist the sanguine twister magnified resulting in a catastrophic twister of mayhem. What was Allen true aim? To create a force of nature so fearsome that it would not only suck up the proverbial ocean of dust from the feer fluttering but also to wrap the surrounding feer and the mystery assailant in it's torrent. The explosively valiant cardinal display of might showed no regard for the creatures homeland. It rampaged and ravaged the lands around. Bones, creatures, sand and stone alike could not hope to withstand his command. The encroaching ecstacy felt from such a release almost sent his senses into a frenzy. Even with Amrit's help his blood lust was becoming quite difficult to maintain. He would exhale a deep one. The rush he was feeling right now... Would he fall once more? To the call of carnage this world beckons from him? Or will he stand tall and reach a height beyond base instincts.
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