The Chandra Reborn

Hmm, this is taking a while. Anyone who thinks their friends would join, maybe you should tell them. ^^

Tamora wants to join and be nutty's ally but I'll let her join in the middle.
We can start now.

*You guys are all in the tent group Kachina if you don't mind*

HUNTER:
I walked into the circle of tents. This was the grouping Kachina.

This was the first day anyone had been here all together. There was at least 300 trainees in all, finding spaces for 30 groups of ten in this forest was difficult.

This was the second to last one. It lay deepest in the forest. It was easy to lose the path back down to the training base and the mess cabin.

I woke them up with my conch shell that's deep pure noise found it's way to everyone's ear.

They slowly awoke. Not gracefully at all and lumbered out.

It was at least 4:30. This was going to be a rough day.

But I had to show them the way. The trail was muddled and confusing for security reasons only.

"Welcome to the Chandra" I told them as they got into a shivering tired group before me.

It was right that they should be cold. The wind chill was freezing and light snow fell carefully to the forest floor.

The forest nymphs voluntarily agreed upon contract to help us prepare the meals. And they weren't going to wait.

Tyra stood in the chill air, watching the figure in front of them. Her eyes narrowed slightly, taking in his wavy red hair and faded clothing. He wasn't alive, she knew that, and it bothered her.
How do you kill something that's already dead?

You shouldn't have to. He's on your side.

Tyra's expression flickered slightly, directing her annoyance at her ally. I thought I told you, eavesdropping is rude.

I can't help your thoughts scream to be read, even as your face holds its lying composure.
Her gaze flickered towards where Sin was perched. She could sense Sin's agitation at being forced to stay in one place with what he considered lesser beings, but he endured it for her sake.


"Form up in a single line and come with me. You'll need to eat, and we won't wait for you." The man with the conch shell stood watching the group, making sure they did as they were told. Tyra decided he wasn't unkind, and would eventually try and make friends with the trainees. She kept her sneer to herself.


Humans are such weak creatures. Even in death.

You were the one who wanted to come here, Sin reminded her, You'll just have to deal with it.

Easy for you to say. You aren't being ordered around by one.

No, but I've seen one of them. You know how they are.

Tyra smirked. Sin never liked any phoenix, and refused to name them. Maybe it was because their species were so closely related to his own, in the same way she was related to the Elves. Elves and Drow, and similarly phoenix and nightraptors, tolerated each other, and acknowledged the bond that linked them. Barely. Both she and Sin felt the distrust of their lighter counterparts, and resented it.

The line started moving through the trees, and Tyra followed meekly along with the others.

This will be interesting, she decided.

~Eriphyle~

Eriphyle stumbled along, only moving because she was practically starving. She ate like a bird, which meant she ate her body weight every day.

I'm proud of you. Karo's voice flitted through her head and if she had the energy to do so, she would've looked up and glared at him.

Why would you of all creatures be proud of me? She asked crankily, only her fast reflexes keeping her on her feet.

You're not complaining. Karo said, chuckling a little bit. If he'd been in seeing distance, she'd glare at him.

First of all, I don't complain, I argue. Second, they're giving me food. I'm so not complaining...er...arguing. Eriphyle felt like blocking out Karo but didn't: she never did. He was a good friend whether she liked it or not. Instead, she looked at the other trainees. They were going through the same torture as she was. All because of that stupid chick. Anger started to fill her and energy from that seeped into her tired bones. She killed her mother. She would die.

*can someone bring my guy in i can't think of what to write*

Name: Mikael Valentine Eisenstein

Age: 18

Race: Vampire

Status: Trainee

Appearance: He has medium length blond hair and wears black jeans, combat boots and a leather trench coat. no top to show his stark white skin.

Gift: Necromancy

personality: calm and studious

History: After the Empresses decree on vamoirism he was forced into slavery with many of his kind. When the cullings began he escaped determined to see the Empress fall.

Disability: While he doesn't feed from humans the scent of their blood has been known to distract him on the battlefield

Ally: Mr Wink an ancient cavern troll. Feircly loyal to Mikael and more than happy to carry all Mikaels stuff.

Other: Mr Wink drags around a large trailer containing everything from mikaels coffin to wolfsbane to a flamethrower designed especially for Mr Wink

Ballow

He realised for some reason in this camp, people of the same race stuck together. It was a little bit difficult for a human who had been raised by krakens, but he stood near a person about 25.

Ballow turned to him while rubbing at his eyes, "It's so hot isn't it?"

The guy frowned, "It's about 4:30 in the morning, how can it be hot? The sun isn't even out yet."

Ballow really didn't want to reply that it was hot because he had slept in a cold river and instead replied, "I'm Ballow, you are?"

The guy pondered on it for a second before replying, "Evan Gasander."

Ballow took a good look at him. Brown long hair covered his eyes, so you couldn't even tell what his eye colour was and he was fairly tall and muscular. Ballow, intrigued, was checking him out. It was like this camp was full of food for krakens.

Healthy food at least. They were all so fit. Delicious as well. Ballow said so, "You know my friends would like you."

Steve at the back of his mind, who he had left at the river when he woke up, said, We would, with a touch of seaweed and some trout.

Ballow tried not to smile as he turned his attention to Evan's ally. He raised an eyebrow, "What's your ally meant to be?"

(I'm talking to boltageman.)

Tyra listened to the chatter of the others with a disapproving ear.
What kind of army gossips while training?
She heard Sin chuckle, and looked up. His feathers were glossy black, the green sheen dull in the darkness. He was large, but small enough to be able to maneuver through the trees. So you've decided to join us, huh?
Sin looked down upon the group, his eye landing on Tyra. She could sense his amusement at her companions.
Strange bunch, aren't they?

Pathetic, more like it. Tyra glanced around the group, and noticed a man glaring at her. Elven blood was evident in his pointed ears and strangely tinted skin, but his eyes muscled stature were human. Tyra frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"You are Drow, am I correct?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that, half-breed?" Tyra growled. The title was meant as an insult, as although they were accepted by both societies, Half-elves were not completely trusted by either side. The man blinked, and frowned slightly, but kept his voice steady and masked. He was obviously used to diplomacy. "I was just wondering. I meant no offense."
Tyra barked a laugh. "As if being Drow was an insult. Watch yourself, brother, you are not ready to dance with our kind just yet."

EVAN~~

"oh you mean old Ironclaw, well he's a griffin, and a special one to, he can breath under water and breath lightning he can also shrink to fit on my shoulder, whats yours"

Eriphyle frowned and walked up to the Drow and other half-elf. "What's wrong with being a half-breed- as you call us." She glared at her and then looked at the man. "Don't listen to a word she says. She's just cranky because she's hungry. Kind of like me."

Why must you always cause trouble?" Karo sighed in Eripyle's mind.

Well somebody has to. She reasoned, trying and failing not to grin.

Tyra smiled slightly, and studied the newcomer. "Another elf? Or close enough, it seems." She looked back at the male, and extended her hand. "I guess we'll have to get along. My name is Tyra. And don't worry..." She smirked at both of them, "I won't eat you."

Eriphyle rolled her eyes, "As if you could. I think you need an ego adjustment, personally." She grinned though and hoped that the guy she'd butted in for didn't get all prideful and 'I can fight my own battles' on her. A lot of people did that to her.

I suggest you, in the most polite manner I can put this, shut your mouth.

Party pooper. Eriphyle grinned.

"I'm Eriphyle."

Tyra's eyes narrowed. Hang on, Tyra. These are supposed to be your allies.
I'm supposed to stand by and let them insult me?
You have been insulting them. If I can tolerate that..... prideful, holier-then-thou bird, you can tolerate these elf-spawn.
Tyra sighed, she knew Sin was right. In attempt to look regretful, she dropped her head, and looked up from beneath her eyelashes at the half-elves. "I'm sorry, I'm just.... not used to company other then my own race. Please forgive me, such talk is commonplace between Drow. We are... a rather spiteful race." A grin flashed across Tyra's mouth. Sin dropped to land on her shoulder with a thud and inspect the half-elves closer up.

Eriphyle grinned back at her, rubbing the back of her neck. "I probably deserved it. I can be..." She searched for a word.

Pig-headed, stupid, ignorant, arrogent, stupid...

Thanks, Karo..

"Anyway...I was suddenly wondering what kind of bird is sitting on your shoulder. I'm ususally very good with birds but I can't name what kind of bird he is. He looks very intelligent."

Sin flapped his wings half a beat, and directed his thoughts at Eriphyle. I'm not surprised. We don't usually venture into Elven lands.
"Oh! He talks!"
"Of course he does. He doesn't shut up, sometimes."
Don't listen to her. She's just jealous- I'm smarter then her. My name is Sin, and I'm generally called a Nightraptor. Kind of a... anti- Sin shuddered. Anti- phoenix.
Eriphyle's eyebrows shot up. "You don't like phoenix?"
Tyra shook her head. "Well, he, like me, come from a race that are usually shunned. Our philosophies do not fit with our brother race," She nodded in apology to Eriphyle, "and he does not fit with his brothers, either. It makes him a bitter old bird."
I'm Not bitter!