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Blackout stared at him dead in the eyes.
"Yes, I have been known to be ruthless beyond belief, but only to enemies. Never has an ally, or a potential ally been under threat from me and my kind since I became lord of shadows."

Thunderclaw looked over at Blackout. "Blackout, what about the time when you were testing my abilities? If I recall, I had numerous bruises and still havescars from it."

Blackout faced Thunderclaw. "That was a different matter. I have seen these Benandanti before, and know they are of good intentions. You, however, have always been a shifty friend. We had to make sure, and a battle style can tell you a fair amount about a person."

Yami cleared his throat "Then Blackout shouldn't I be tested?"

Blackout turned to Yami at this. "Most of the time, you would be tested. However, Woody End is the main priority. That is what needs to be done."

Yami nodded "What should Thunderclaw and I do?"

"The council of shadows is executed by the dark lords. For you to be given entrance, you must stay close and expect the unexpected."

"Very well." He sighed feeling the pulsing through the ground that gave him sight

*sorry guys I had to finish up a lot of senior stuff! I may not be around often either, doctors, moving, graduation etc*

The clouds gathered around the area, eclipsing the sun. It covered the air around them with cover and shade, and soon darkness was all around, leaving nothing in sight. A few minutes later, purple bolts of lightning stuck the ground around them, and left a glowing purple fire, floating in mid-air, lighting the darkness. Blackout stepped to the centre of all the flames, and bellowed outwards, "Fellow people of the shadow! I call upon you for a gathering, to determine an important matter: The return of Woody End! We have visitors representing those affected by it, who have managed to escape from the dangers, and they have words to speak on this matter!"

((OOC: Hey guys, if it's not too late to join in, I think I'd like to))

Difaos Miloh is a slave of destiny, following only the path that is presented.
In the beginning, he was born in the pack of Vicentok. He was not an Alpha nor an Omega and much enjoyed that fact as he was not someone to be stepped on nor would make a great leader. He had never been a religious man but believed very strongly in luck and destiny; so much so that upon the age of 16 simply left the village. He was not forced to leave but left because he knew he had to regardless of how he felt nor how his family would feel. Destiny had presented itself to him and so he had followed.
It led him across the world, becoming very wise in his travels. One of the things he learned was a method of fighting called Crevai-Misow (spelled krE-vI/ mI-zO) which is a method of flowing movement meant to not only mesmorize the enemy, distracing it, but also to make a gruesome fatal death relatively quickly.
Difaos is a relatively normal-looking person with typical hazel eyes, a regular build, healthfully colored skin, (not pale and not a deep tan), and average height. The only thing that is slightly amiss is his hair which is extremely straight (something like thorns) and hangs in his eyes, hiding them. He wears relatively simple clothes and prefers to walk barefoot. As a werewolf, he is around 8' 2" with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight. His fur is dark brown like his hair which is relatively good at hiding him in the shadows.

As Difaos was walking he heard the voices of others as he walked with his eyes closed on the dirt path. He opened his eyes and reached in his pocket, pulling out a silver coin; he then flipped it and caught it, quickly clasping his hand around it before he could see the outcome.
"Tails." he called, proceding to open his hand.
It was heads.
....he walked toward the others.

Thunderclaw heard something approaching them. This is not good, he thought to himself. Thunderclaw slipped off to apprehend the nearing person before he ran straight into a council of shadows,

Difaos smelled the air and listened closely. "It seems destiny has chosen an interesting path for me." he said, talking mostly to himself. He closed his eyes again

He faced the direction the other was approaching from. "Might I ask your intentions?"

Thunderclaw growled. "To stop you coming any further in this direction."

"Very well." Difaos said serenely, stopping immediately. "I hope I'm not interrupting something."

"If you kept on going, you would have. And you'd have got yourself killed as a result."

"Oh my," Difaos said as serenely as ever. "I suppose I wouldn't want that." He smiled. "Though I did hear talk of Woody End. Might I inquire to what the subject is?"

"...not from me."

"Might I ask whom I shall.......ask, then" Difaos said with a slight giggle.

Oh, great, thought Thunderclaw, a nutjob.
"The benandanti. You just missed them."

"Shame," he said. "Then shall I follow you," he sniffed the air; there was a pause. "...friend."

Thunderclaw paused for a moment, not sure how to deal with the situation. This person wouldn't be able to attend the meeting of shadows, but that was where Thunderclaw had to be. "There's a bit of a problem with you following me."

If it's alright with you guys I would like to join in. Here is my character..
Enir Shadowfang. Male. 6ft, 10inches. Black with a white strips going down both sides. Raised as a human, bitten ina werewolf attack at the age of 5. He is 17 now. He is the only liveing member of his village up in the snowy lands of the Norce people. Perfers bow and swords alon with other natural weapons compared to guns and tanks. Once he has found what side he blongs to he is vary reliable and is always willing to help those in need.

If you let me join please PM me so I know, Thanks.

"Then I shall wait here." He said decidedly. He then folded his legs and plopped on the cool earth.