Morgana

[Evelyn]

WHERE TO BEGIN?
Morgana Johari

A punishment sent from His hand; a hardship that no one should know.

Life is a Journey~

Name: Morgana Johari
Nicknames: Jojo, Gannie, and whatever else you can come up with.

Age: 189
Appears to be: low-twenties
Gender: Femme Fatale

Race: Full Bat Demon
Status/Occupation: Assassin

Family members:
Mother: Jyoti Katan – Full Bat Demon – Alive, unfortunately
Father: Kenji Johari – Full Bat Demon – Murdered by her mother

Tell me what you see~

Appearance: The first thing almost everyone notices about this woman is the blindfold that she wears across her eyes. It’s purple to match the accents of her outfit, but it’s not like she notices what colors she is wearing. Blinded from a curse, Morgana’s eyes no longer see the world in the same view that normal eyes would. The vibrant colors that she remembers from her youth are now all desaturated into various hues of gray. This curse bestowed on her was meant to do much more than merely blind her, though. There’s a reason those eyes are covered, and she’ll hastily kill anyone that tries to unravel the blind fold to find out why. Taken off, her eyes are as red as the blood of the many victims from her hands, and what happens when people see those eyes in their raw form is never spoken of by people who live after seeing them.

Despite her physical deformation, most find it incredibly hard to not be attracted to this beautiful demon. Along with her slimming diet, her hobbies, traveling, and her profession make it difficult to gain any fat on her toned and slender body, which she has no problem showing off. Her revealing and tight outfit fits her lifestyle; heavy armor and loose clothing would only hinder her in a fight. Morgana does keep the majority of her arms and legs covered with arm sleeves and boots, leaving only the teasing parts of her body uncovered like the top of her thigh and her shoulders and collar bones. Enough to entice, but not enough to spoil their imaginations.

For a bat demon, many will notice one main attribute missing. Her wings were sliced from her long ago, which is also why she does not revert to her demon form often. In her demon form, Morgana appears to be much less attractive than her human self, with a frightening bat appearance that reaches to the height of about half way tall as the forest’s trees. Her wings are intact, but they appear broken and shredded apart, which hinders her flying abilities in this form.

Personality: With enough charm and charisma to woo anyone over to her side, the best thing to compare Morgana to is a politician. While she will host a party in your honor and say just the right compliments to earn your admiration, there is always a hidden agenda behind Morgana Johari’s mind. Win-win situations are hard to come across with her. While she will treat you like a diamond ring now, don’t be surprised when you are betrayed by her later in order for her to gain something for herself.

Her intentions are always evil, and Morgana is rumored to have the morals of a true demon. She is six of seven deadly sins, excluding Envy simply because she has too much pride to be envious of others. It’s hard to hate a woman with so much personality though, especially when her cocky attitude can be backed up with her gorgeous looks and her amazing skills. You don’t get an incredibly toned, slender body from letting others cater to your will all of the time. This body was produced by great genetics and an intense work-out from her not-so-secretive job.

While the commoners of the town adore her for her political skills, Kings and Demon Lords alike both adore Morgana for her talents with a blade. She is often searched for during times of war and needed to help one side get an evil upper hand over the other. Assassinations are her specialty, but if the prize I high enough, she’ll do just about anything you want her to do. Be careful though, she is never loyal to anyone’s side. One minute, your dues were well spent as the General of the Army from the other side is murdered. But the moment the other side hands over their payment, it’s your head on the list next.

Since her traumatic events with the witch that cursed her with blindness, Morgana has only become a much darker being with so much wrath that even Hell’s Angels would shiver with fear. She takes out her anger on every being she comes across when she feels like it, and will often decide to play psychological games that both physically and mentally hurt the game players. Morgana is usually always assumed to be the reason a husband or a child is missing. Luring people and demons alike with her sultry attitude, she’ll lure them just far enough to brutally let the games begin.

Kiss from a Rose~

Weapons: Morgana’s weapon of choice is her own, creative twist to a whip. Essentially, she took two large iron nails, poisoned them with her blood, and attached them with a long chain. Her demon energy is spread throughout this weapon so that she can affect people with long-range attacks.

Attacks: Morgana’s evil aura specializes in the element of darkness. All of her attacks give off a dark aura with an amount of evil that would make angels cry and the devil moan.
Special Senses: Morgana’s senses are automatically heightened from being a full demon, but some of these senses, like her smelling and hearing, became even stronger after she lost her sense of sight. Through sound, Morgana is actually able to see shadowy shapes of her surroundings. As long as there is anything, from someone stepping along the ground to the wind or rain around her, she can feel the vibrations as the sounds hit the objects around her and knows where everything is based off of that. Her smell is also strengthened as well, just as every demon’s smell is.
Poison: I wouldn’t get too close to this girl’s fangs. She loves to bite just as much as she loves to seep her venom into her victims. This is not a type of venom that will poison their victim to death. Instead, the victim’s darkest thoughts and desires consume them, and most eventually die from suicide after being driven to insanity.
Screech: This is a deafening, loud scream that Morgana sometimes lets out to startle and stun her prey into paralysis. Sometimes, when she is alone, villages will hear these cries that she lets out as she mourns her lost lover.
Shadows: There are quite a few things that Morgana can do with shadows. One of these techniques is Camouflage. Morgana’s skin and hair can turn completely black, allowing her to camouflage somewhere that is completely black. Her second attack has no name to it; she simply controls a person’s shadows. She can only control a shadow of a living thing, excluding plants, and through that, she makes a person’s shadow attack themselves.
First Sight: Behind the blindfold are two eyes spiced with an annoying, Medusa-like curse. The story behind them is too long for her to bother explaining, but the witch who casted the cursed exclaimed, “No other being, human or demon, will love you any longer once they’ve seen all of the evils that you have done.” A glance into those eyes pours out the many brutal actions that were committed by Morgana, from the thousands of murders and torturing done by her hand to her evil betrayals. These scenes are usually so graphic that if she does not kill whoever witnesses her past, they most likely kill themselves.
Levitation: This is just a little trick she learned once her wings were cut off. By forming a swirling black cloud, Morgana is able to levitate off short distances from the ground. She cannot go higher than a tree’s height, but it’s useful to not have to walk everywhere all of the time.

Sweet Dreams are made of these~

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History: Perhaps a human parent would’ve sought help early on, but her parents were nothing but proud of the conniving child that they made. She showed great promise and strength from an early beginning, and was just as heartless as any demon would strive to be. There are those out there who claim to be heartless but just can’t keep themselves from caring about others. And then there was Morgana, who was truly heartless in every way.

She didn’t know the meaning of the word, “No.” Morgana only saw the word to mean that she had to get what she wanted the hard way, which was usually a headache for whoever decided to deny her access to her desires. She always craved the wrong things, like blood and violence. While her demon parents were proud of her demeanor, others trembled in fear of it. She loved to instigate while being as charming as can be, which meant that if you were a girlfriend or a church-goer, you would hate the bitch. To everyone else though, Morgana was just too much fun to be around to hate.

From her early teens, Morgana began assassinating. Growing up with an abusive mother and a sinister father, it was only natural for her to become something morally wrong. She started off low, killing off the neighbor’s dog and a cheating husband’s lover. Honestly, Morgana did anything for someone as long as they paid her in return. By the time she was an adult, she was slaughtering for Kings and Demon Lords. Her continuous training with her father helped her skills quickly better themselves, and there is little to no competition to her when it comes to fighting, mainly because of her cut-throat, merciless style. Words during a fight were so incredibly stupid. Morgana took her hits when she first noticed a kill strike, and battles between her and other usually were ended all too soon from her unexpected strikes.

She had one serious lover throughout her life, and although others questioned their relationship, it was pretty solid for Morgana’s standards. He was the typical badass with little personality and a heart of ice. While they constantly cheated on each other and had their tiffs, there was truly nothing that could separate the two. When they got along, the world hated it. Villages would end up slaughtered and people would end up heartbroken over this dynamic duo and their evil deeds, but one night….. they messed with the wrong lady.

She was on her kill list, but she proved to be more than an old hag. Set up by her own mother, Morgana was tricked into this kill and trapped along with her lover by a witch. She will never speak of the incidents that happened during the week she spent missing in the witch’s hands, but her lover did not survive the incident, and Morgana came out permanently scarred. Blinded for all eternity, she was furious as she brutally murdered the witch who put the curse on her, making it impossible to revert the effects. Now cursed with eyes that permanently scar everyone around her, she wears a blind fold to keep all of her pain and hatred within.

Instead of her mother’s intentions of creating a better, kinder creature, Morgana just became darker. She was not the same woman that came out from that experience, and she only stayed home long enough to hear of her father's murder after he tried to save Morgana from her mother's twisted plans. Many say that Morgana is the darkest being to have ever walked the earth, a demon of true evil. She won’t object to their rumors, but could care less either way. She now takes out her anger on any victim that catches her on a bad day, luring her victims away from others and brutally treating them as she was brutally treated. Despite this change for the worse, her reputation as a skilled assassin remained the same. To the Kings and Demon Lords with too much greed to care about her evil ways, they just see her as an even more dangerous weapon to use and a more enticing woman.

Her shattered, evil heart has no room for friends or lovers anymore. There is only herself, hatred, and her own material desires left now.



Code Word: ‘CUPPYCAKES WITH SPRINKLES ’

[Evelyn]

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The vile words that spat from their mouths lost all of their detail and faded into mumbled chatter as they echoed down the dark hallway, bouncing off of the walls and unfortunately into her ears. There were only a few voices that she decided were important enough to listen to, and those who spoke them were only high-class demons that someone of her caliber would at least heard of if she had not met them already. A smirk twitched a corner of her lips as she recalled a very brief flash back of her short meeting with The Dark Lord Xantam. Of course, he probably had a hard time remembering it, considering that he was nothing but bones tied to a tree when she stumbled across him. Other than being the remains of a corpse, she knew nothing of the man until this night, when he called for her and others to attend this meeting. He clearly gained a little weight since her last encounter with him.

His days spent alive must've been at least thousands of years ago if he chose this place to host the meeting. In all of Morgana's travels, she had never seen the old castle nor heard any stories of it. From the place he chose to the way he handled the annoying snorts from the Hog Demon sparked an interesting gleam in her cursed, hidden eyes. These tiny, key details of the Dark Lord were kept in the back of her mind along with her assumptions of the man so far that could prove to be useful in a later time.

Unlike the pathetic excuses for demons that filled this place, Morgana saw no need to pipe in her two cents just yet. The weak and ignorant spoke out every thought that they had while the strong and wise knew that their actions took them much further. In this particular moment, Morgana was nothing as far as the other demons were concerned. Using her Camouflage technique, she completely hid herself in the darkest shadow that cast just outside of the courtyard and listened; her ears were well enough that she didn't need to be close by to know what was going on. Xantam's speech said it all perfectly fine.

The plan was a rather simple one that countless others have tried to accomplish. To have demons rule the world and destroy all of the humans sounded pleasant enough. Clearly, Morgana had no issues with living in a dark world. Where this bat demon saw this plan failing was when the world was ultimately taken over. It was only natural for a ruler to govern over everyone, and to her it was almost too obvious that the Dark Lord's plans could've been to rule them all after the war. That was something that she simply had no interest in; she was always a woman who was ruled by no one but herself. However, if this war was going to take place at all, did Morgana really want to stay on the sidelines?

She was not the kind of demon to fight on the front lines, but Morgana's opportunist mind kicked in. If she was sent a crow, then the chances that Xantam knew of her services was probable. Morgana wouldn't mind offering her skills to his purpose, but not because she necessarily agreed with his plans. As always, this little demon had plans and ideas of her own. Not that the Dark Lord needed to be let known of that information. Their own agendas could be incredibly useful to each other, anyway.

"Dark Lord, Xantam! My Lord Sesshoumaru wishes to take part in your plot!"

Perhaps her ears only perked because the title, Lord, was placed in front of his name, as well. But if a name like Sesshoumaru was able to spark her interest, then Morgana knew she heard of him before. That tiny fact alone put the demon on her radar, whether she actually met him or not. The fact that another Demon Lord decided to join forces with Xantam said quite a bit, and she allowed the assumptions to swirl in her thoughts for a few moments. This was proving to be quite interesting, which stopped anymore questions from popping up in her mind about Xantam's proposal. However, before she would respond to him, there was something else that Morgana needed to take care of first.

She kept herself in the shadows, creeping along the shadows that bordered along the courtyard until she was in an appropriate position. With her form still completely black and in camouflage with the rest of the darkness, she gazed straight ahead from beneath her blindfold. While her appearance would make some wonder if she could actually see her target or not, Morgana's vision of him was as clear as those with normal eyes. Her ears continuously perked and twitched as the sound of others' voices, coughs, steps, and even their breaths laid out the entire scene in front of her. Forms of all the demons that attended this meeting were revealed with their annoying sounds, and along with the terrible stench of her target, she was able to easily pinpoint him out in the crowd.

Morgana did not wait for a silent moment or a dramatic cue. In the midst of all the chatter about the Dark Lord's plans, she flicked her wrist and sent out her weapon. A slight ting was the only hint anyone would have before they noticed the shine of the chain that cut through the crowd like a steak knife through butter. The long, iron stake attached to the tip of her chain pierced through the neck of no one else but the demon that she was supposed to target and kill. He was of no importance, just another low-life demon that pissed off someone with enough money to hire Morgana as their assassin. Perhaps the others might have been uncomfortable with her killing a potential solider, but she merely assumed that they should and would get over their loss.

As the chain retreated, it's blood-tainted tip leaving a trail as it slid across the floor, Morgana stepped from the shadows, appearing as just a black form before her Camouflage spell faded away, allowing her pale skin and the purple hues of her hair and attire be shown. She walked through the crowd with a new objective, now that her other job was complete, and headed closer to Xantam as she curled up her metallic whip and paid little to no attention to any looks that might have been given to her.

"I am willing to aide you in this war, Lord Xantam." She didn't even bother mentioning anything about killing a demon just moments ago. The incident was clear enough that people saw it, but there was no explanation that she decided to give. Her attitude was almost nonchalant about the entire thing, as if it didn't even happen, the only hint of it being her blood stained weapon that dripped a tiny pool by her side.

Morgana was definitely not easily wooed by Xantam's speech. To those who have spilled the same kind of words, this speech was nothing more than just that. Spilled words would easily coo any less confident creature. She may not have been a noble, but Morgana had spent far too much time with crowned humans and demons alike to be so easily entranced by Xantam's words. Just as she assumed that Lord Sesshomaru and the fiery boy had their own agendas and hidden reasons for accepting his offer, so did she. Tricking the commoners was easy enough, but the real task for either of them would be which Lord could outsmart the other.

She smirked as the crowed whistled and roared. If Morgana played her cards right, she could prove to be much more useful in this adventure than she originally thought.

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Count :: 1358
Tags :: Xantam, Sesshomaru, Toshiro
Notes :: ... Hi guys.

[Evelyn]

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The earth was active and loud today, which only meant that Morgana's view of the world was much more detailed and clearer than any other day. She adored weather at its most extreme, always finding herself basking in the hurricane's wind or the monsoon's rain. When your heart and blood were as cold as ice, there was no need for an umbrella or extra clothing. The feeling of raw nature against her skin was almost as pleasurable as the thrill of a hunt. Both strong senses of physical feeling and adrenaline were causing her skin to tingle with excitement as her blood rushed focused and ready through her veins.

Morgana was like a spring coiled back, just waiting for the pressure to be released as she clung herself to a tree. Hanging upside down, her upper body curved forward enough so that her head could face straight ahead of her and she could see through the forest. The world was so alive tonight in the mist of the storm. Sharp lines outlined each detail of the trees, from their rough trunks to lining of the leaves. As the wind and rain continued to beat across the earth, Morgana’s vision reached miles ahead of her, and she gazed at the distant landscape for the moment, allowing time to take in all that was around her before her focus was turned toward the main attraction for the night.

Had she been in this position at a younger time, she would’ve possibly spent more time on the large body that bathed near the waterfall. As provocative and attractive as the scene might have been for those more intimately physical, there wasn’t a single though that crossed her mind as she scanned the entire form, only to confirm the descriptive appearance her client had given her. Her eyes next bounced to the supplies that he left aside, taking mental note of their location as they were key to her fighting strategy. Was this a lazy night that she wanted to play safe? If so, she would make sure to position herself always between him and his weapons while he was without them. However, Morgana was never the type to choose laziness and safe during a battle. For as much as she was getting paid to kill her victims, she was always willing to work hard for her money.

Another breeze sliced against the natural wind, but Morgana’s eyes stayed fixed on her target as she took a breath in through her nose. Ah, and so it appeared that they had a guest. That was quite alright with the little bat demon, but why was this individual here? They could’ve simply been a wanderer who sadly traveled to the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps she was known by Morgana’s target, which would give her an excellent reason to up the death count by one more body, tonight. She always saw an opportunity in killing two birds with one stone. One dead body just wasn’t enough to satisfy her cravings. In fact, Morgana usually found herself in a small village after a kill, slaughtering more humans to quench her massive thirst for all things evil, raw, and bloody.

Her stance was intriguing Morgana, though. She turned her head to face the newcomer, taking note of how quietly she lowered herself from the trees. The look in her focused eyes as she gazed at the man was not the look of someone that was about to play a friendly prank as they approached an old friend. She wasn’t here to make any sort of friends as she scanned the area around her as well. A smirk twitched the corner of Morgana’s mouth as she remained hidden, still, and silent in her favorite spot anywhere, the darkest part of the shadows. It appeared as though her client was not the only one who hated this man. Well, it was either that or he didn’t trust that Morgana could do the job.

That damn fool if the latter was true. . . .

Morgana’s smirk vanished with that thought. It would be an insult for the same client to hire two people for one target. There was new task in her agendas now, and that was to find out who this woman was and more importantly, who was her client?

Without a single hint of her next movements, Morgana spontaneous leaped from one tree and began running along the forest, each step lightly pressing on the trunks of the trees. The sound of the storm covered her steps, and she made sure to keep herself downwind so that her scent was almost nonexistent. Only until she appeared on the same branch that the other hunter lowered herself from was when Morgana was in plain sight, her covered eyes clearly gazing at the woman before her instead of the man in the river.

”Who sent you, girl?”

Her voice was too quiet to be considered said in a harsh tone. The simple question was loud enough for the wind to carry it into the woman’s ears while remaining quiet enough to keep itself from the man in the water. As far as he was concerned, nothing between these two had anything to do with him, at least not yet.

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Black

"Do you want to know why my favorite color is black?"

His quivering lips and shaking head gave her a very clear answer, but the question was not asked because she was awaiting his approval before she responded. A wicked smile of hers caused a painful chill to shiver down his spine. He was too absorbed by her lips to notice that her long fingers were tightening around the chain that trailed through the air in front of them, arched up, curled around his body, and latched on to a stake that decided on his life or death. A short tug from her was all that was needed for his piercing scream to slice through the night as that chain wrapped tighter around him. Those in distant villages might have heard them, but they were honestly so far away that she doubted if anyone would come to his rescue.

"It is the color of darkness, and darkness is what has and what always will prevail. Even when there is light, darkness exists in the shadows. And when the light flickers out of existence, darkness remains. It never flickers. It never fades. It is truly immortal."

Her orders were strict and the payment for her service wrapped around her neck like a dog collar. Morgana was not usually the one to talk to her victims, and half of the time they never caught a glimpse of her before their death. But this was a very special assignment. Her conversation with the client was constantly repeated in her mind. If I wanted him just killed, I would do it myself. Make him suffer. Force him to question his beliefs. And when he feels as though the pain couldn't get any worse, I want you to open your eyes to him and prove to him that it can.

A gleam would've shone for just a moment had her eyes been uncovered. No matter, though. This prey was a very, very special prey. Everything that she normally kept hidden would be revealed to him soon enough.

"P-p-please. Please just kill me already. It.... it hurts so much."

"How boring. I've barely just begun and you're already giving up." A slight frown tainted her lips as she walked closer to him, occasionally tugging , twisting, and twirling her chain around to make her little puppet dance. As much fun as it was to continue playing with him, neither one of them would be excited about what would happen next. He paused for a moment when she got close enough to him and knelt in front of him. Then, he shivered as her hand was brought to her blindfold. A rush of air was taken in when she gasped as the cool breeze grazed against a part of her face that remained protected from everything for so long. Then, there was nothing but silence, not even a scream, as her blindfold fell to the ground.

"You wish for me to use my eyes when you know nothing of their power?"
I have heard of your arrogance and pride, Morgana. You are able to even make the scars on your back seem so beautiful and flawless. Anyone who would show their broken wings and yet hide their eyes must have something terrible within those orbs.

Never before had a client asked her to use her eyes on someone. A knot tightened itself within the pit of her chest as her eyelids fluttered shut. Flash backs of her past haunted her every time she glanced into another person's eyes. They were of days that she missed terribly, and they always came back so vivid with the colors and details of her youth. But just as she closed her eyes, those colors faded back into the shadows that now made up what she saw of the world. "I wish I could see your expression to my life, monk. I would love to know what the temples think of a demon like me."

She couldn't help but chuckle as she placed the blindfold back onto her face. There was nothing but absolute silence from the terrified man. If it wasn't for his beating heart, the still night would've left Morgana completely blind to his posture, and perhaps he could've fooled the assassin and lived to see another day. Although, anyone who had just truly seen what he just saw would probably welcome death more than anything.

"Do you see the light yet? Good. Now let me welcome you into the eternal, black night."

One last final pull was given, and his splattered remains stained the grass below as she retrieved her whip, curling up the weapon as though there weren't any stains at all on it. With her deed done and the payment already in her hands, Morgana had no reason to remain in this spot with this man. Her proof of his death was already drying up on her whip, and she left his body to be discovered by whoever as she stepped out of the forest and onto a field. There was no hurry to get back to the client. So, she enjoyed a slow walk across the tall grass that was able to nearly hide every part of her but the top of her head.





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Count: 866
Wearing: What she normally does, which is in the signature picture.
Music: Chapter Four - Avenged Sevenfold


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Murderous souls filled the room with an evil aura so large that Morgana figured even the most powerful of monks would refuse to come purify this tainted land. All of their continuously growing energy created such a hostile vibe in the room, and with the death count rising, so was all of their impatient energy. All of this talk of war pumped too many bodies up in such a small, confined space. It was only natural that fighting and killing each other was going to happen, with or without a test to justify the murders.

Entertaining, but not something she believed was necessarily needed.

"No matter the regulations, I will not take part in this test." No other reason was given for her declination to this challenge, and whether or not anyone heard her voice at a normal, calm level within the other demon's chatter was not her concern. Bending her knees, Morgana jumped up to a nearby ledge that hung from a column and assumingly held some sort of gargoyle or statue when this building reigned as a great and glamorous castle. The edges of the ledge were worn and tattered, and a few crumbs of weakened rock dusted themselves off when her feet met the structure, and she turned to face the crowd below, bending down once more and sitting in what some would probably see as a rather awkward position.

Her fingertips barely touched the foundation below her for balance and she simply stayed in a squatted position. One of her hands was tightly clenched onto her weapon. She was not foolish enough to think that just because she decided to back out of the test, that meant that no one would try to get her involved with it, anyways.

No one in this room needed to know the true reasons for her backing out of the test. Some could assume that she simply believed that she was too weak to face on that many demons at once, and other could assume that she was too arrogant of her strength. Despite the fact that the latter assumption was correct, only the select few would possibly see that in backing down from this challenge, she was showing the role she'd play for The Dark Lord later on, anyways.

As Morgana looked down with a new perspective of the group of demons that were gathered here, a wicked grin spread across her lips. She was partially excited to see how this test would play out, making little bets in her thoughts of who she thought would pass with flying colors and who she assumed would die within the first few seconds. Either way, she agreed with Lord Sesshomaru's reasoning for this test; many of the demons here were nothing but a waste of space and time. All of them were nothing but pawns in a game, but even in a game there were only a certain of pieces that one truly needed.

Her grin did not fade when she caught a tone from the firey one toward Sesshomaru. His power she had no idea of, but the fact that someone was so boldly treating a demon of upperclass with such sarcasm was certainly interesting as it was ..... foolish in her eyes. Unlike in the human world, the title Lord was not so easily given to demons. Those of only the proper caliber received such a title, and she was positive that although his well-known father had something to do with his ownership of the Western lands, Sesshomaru did not get to where he was by being a spoiled little weakling.

Morgana's knowledge of the facts and rumors of the demon Lord clearly had her making another bet of him overpowering the firey boy if the two were to engage in a fight. She almost hoped they wouldn't though, if it could save a little bit of time. The sooner these tests and challenges were over with, the sooner she could get herself closer to the demon lords of the group, and then the real fun for her would begin.


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Although she gave no physical or verbal response to the human girl's answer, Morgana was very much relieved to hear that their client was not the same Lord. That answer also put an interesting twist on her target. Clearly, there were two people who wanted this demon dead, and both of them were of high-status in society. Hmm, what kind of demon are you, exactly? She thought to herself for a moment while the other hunter moved to the lake.

With an attacker on the inside, Morgana saw no rush to get to her destination, jumping down from the tree, only the tip of her toe touched the ground to catch herself as she quietly lowered herself fully before calmly walking over to the edge of the lake. She doubted that this hunter had even similar tactics as herself. Had this msision only involved her, the demon would've had the sharp tip of her stake piercing his skin by now. She heard absolutely nothing for a while as she stood still with her ears perked and constantly listening around, even detecting the moves of the other hunter as she climbed along the walls. As if the bat truly need anymore hearing strength, her ears had become much more sensitive since her abduction.

Caught. Another sign that led Morgana to believe that this hunter was not as talented as her. In the exact moment that the drop of water hit the floor below, Morgana's wrist flicked and her hand went from holding the chain of her whip to unwravelling her weapon and gripping onto the base of one of her stakes. The sound of her chain unwravelling stopped when the echoes of the drop falling faded away, and Morgana doubted that anyone heard her sudden movement inside the cave, anyways. With the storm showing no signs of weakening and the massive waterfall pounding against the lake, the demon also should've had his mind preoccupied by what was inside the cave now, leaving Morgana in the exact position that she wanted to be in, completely hidden and non-existant during this moment.

She was not about to let this hunter take her kill, though. Morgana was hired to do a job with her skills and hands, but as she assumed before, the demon was far from dead just yet. She had a feeling that there would be plenty of time for her to intervene, and her current plan was to simply wait and see if the demon would either fight inside of the cave, or try to flee in which case Morgana was more than ready to end his life the moment he appeared on her side of the waterfall.

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A deep yawn was taken in before Morgana purposely sighed out loudly. This field was far too quiet, and without even a slight breeze, she was completely blind to her surroundings. There were a few footprints from the animals in the nearby forest, and she caught the sound of hooves against the field's grass, but their sounds only created a hazy blur around her. Without something closeby, Morgana wouldn't be able to see anyone, even if they were standing right in front of her.

This was not acceptable.

A soft tuned whistled from her puckered lips. The tune itself didn't exactly provide comfort to the bat demon, but unfortunately the first song that popped into her head was a lullaby from a childhood time that she would've preferred to have forgotten. It was enough sound to give her a detailed view of her immediate surroundings though, and the tune continued on as she turned and walked toward an area with shorter grass by the forest.

There was a figure that caught her attention as she realized that she was strolling closer to the horse that she assumed was the hooved animal she heard before. This wasn't a wild horse, however; the reins and saddle proved that much. After looking around for a rider and finding none, at least no one close to her, Morgana paused the tune for a moment, only to speak softly to herself about the situation. She was close enough to the animal that its breathing and heartrate was loud enough for Morgana to not need that wretched tune anymore.

"How strange for you to be alone. It's not safe for a rider to abandon their horse." The thought was rather odd to her. Perhaps the rider could've been killed off, though. Or maybe they were a fool that let their animals wander astray for anyone else to steal. Morgana smirked. She followed her curiosity like a cat, except because she wasn't a cat, she didn't have to worry about curiosity killing her. In either case, if curiosity did kill the cat, satisfaction always brought it back anyways.

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[bgcolor=665566]Storms such as these always seemed to end so suddenly and too quickly for her liking. As Morgana stood completely still, not feeling any motivation to move from her current position at the moment, she did let out a subtle sigh when she noticed that the rain was slowly falling less and less as time passed. The droplets changed from beating against her skin to just tapping and eventually, the water merely brushed along her body weakly as the storm quieted down to a light shower. Eventually, the wind calmed itself down to barely a whisper in the air; the world was much more quiet once more.

Her world was beginning to change. No longer was she able to see the crisp, clear cracks along the waterfall's cliff nor could she see the veins that spread across each leaf on the tree. Sharp lines faded and rounded out to nothing but the usual shadowy forms, and brighter greys settled themselves down to a darker hue. It was as though the moment midnight struck, her fairytale land disappeared, and all that was left was one very annoyed bat demon.

"A game, she says..." She merely made the comment to herself as her ears eavesdropped on the conversation inside the cave. A rather mischevious, manic smile stretched her lips, her demonic fangs gleaming in the moonlight that barely peaked through the separating clouds. "Well, I do love playing games." Ending the comments with herself, Morgana slipped one of her feet, still fully clothed, into the small lake before submerging her entire body underwater. Simultaneously, the pigment of her skin began to darken and a black aura surrounded her, hover along her form and constricting itself more and more until her hair and each curve along her body were as black as the night around her.

For a bat, she was one hell of a swimmer. Morgana actually enjoyed the water. She always loved going for a swim, even when she was a little creature some long time ago. Taking in a breath just before she submerged under the waterfall, Morgana's black figure was able to blend with the dark water as she dived low enough to not be noticed. Her whip was still in hand and her grip on it was still strong for when she decided to resurface again. But for now, she would simple lurk in the water until either she was forced to come up for air or she decided to make her attack.

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My, my. Just look how easily tempered she is.
Reminds me of someone I know...

A chuckle bounced from Morgana's lips at that thought when she noticed the horse's almost immediately defensive action to her presences. Was Morgana really so evil that even animals knew to stay away from her? The theory was probable enough. Morgana was certainly nothing short of a rude and offensive bitch. But she hadn't done anything too terrible yet, or so she thought. What was so horrible about wandering travelling through the same area as this horse?

Not much time was given on that thought when she had to quickly react to the reared-up beauty. She was a pretty horse, but any being threatening Morgana received no slack, no matter their excuse. A chime jingled through the air as Morgana's hand gripped onto the base of her stake, letting the chain of her whip fall to the ground below her. Bending her legs for only a moment, she sprung herself in the air and out of the direction that the horse aimed itself at.

"Well, that's just rude." Her tone was so nonchalant about the horse's behavior as Morgana landed on a low branch of a nearby tree. Most of the comments that she said were to herself; obviously she knew that the horse couldn't understand her. Her body language must've said it all, though. There was a rather rmischevious smile printed on her lips as she remained in a crouched position with one hand still firmly wrapped around the whip that dangled from the branch while the other hand was lazily raised, palm faced up and her fingers motioning for the horse to rear itself over in this direction.

Her eyes were able to see the horse's reins, and now her strategy was slightly different than what she was going to originally do with the creature. Morgana's ears still constantly twitched around as she tried to notice anyone else in the area, mainly looking out for the possible owner of this horse. She was certain that it wasn't someone human; the horse's energy itself was certainly not the same as a normal one's would've been. All of this just made the current situation much more interesting though, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Morgana enjoyed collecting interesting things to keep for herself.

"Come a little closer, girl. Let's get better acquainted."

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"Demon? I'm no demon..."

What of load of half-crap. She supposed that he was correct with his statement; this boy certainly was not a full-demon. There was definitely a scent of something other than human all over him, however. His appearance made it incredibly obvious that he wasn't human. So, why was this girl accepting his lies so easily? Sure, his voice sounded convincing enough, but the evidence of the demonic half to his was extraordinarily great. Her brows furrowed as she heard the rest of the conversation. Not only was she believing him, but she openly admitted that if the statement were true, she wouldn't kill him. What the hell kind of assassin would do that?

Fools. Weak and pathetic, just like all their kind are.

Bringing her arm back and then flinging it forward, a sharp spike shot from the water and headed directly toward the half-demon target. The spike didn't hit him though, instead piercing the cave wall. Her chain's rattling echoed through the cave and suddenly stopped when she pulled on it hard enough, using her whip like a rope to spring herself out of the water, next.[/color]

"Even a blind woman can see that you are no human. Not that it really matters what you are."

Raising her head to look forward at the other hunter, Morgana's landing position was a rather awkward one for most to look at. Her hair barely tickled against the targeted boy's shoulders while her head lingered directly above his, her jaw barely inches from the top of his head and her body clinging onto the cave wall. Not that anyone else saw, but her eyes flickered over, noticing the demon's weapon. She made no move toward it, but her grip on the whip was still as tight as before as she yanked her spike from the wall.

"Why would you lie, boy?" Morgana crawled along the cave wall like a spider, moving to the half-demon's side and dropping her head lower so she could turn it to face him directly. One hand freed itself from the cave wall, and she twisted her wrist around to wrap her chain around her hand, making it a shorter length. Lashing it out in a teasing manner, which was given away from the smirk on her face, the side of her stake hit the boy's hip opposite of her. She tugged that whip, slowly pulling the weapon across him. Oh, how Morgana loved to play her games and let them get to know the weapon that would inevitably kill them later on. "Your unattractive, false words will only make it easier to kill you.

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[bgcolor=664466]For a moment, Morgana just looked down at the horse in front of her. Although she could only make out the mass of the creature with little detail, there was something truly beautiful about her, which was as fascinating as it was suspicious. Behind the blindfold, her eyes moved across the field, using the sounds that the horse made to see around her. Morgana was not ready to let her guard down and be vulnerable in the event that this horse's master came along. That was why her whip was still dangling from her hand, her hold on it tight and ready for any newcomers.

You must get on the horse, then will she let you come near her after wards.

The voice came to her in a tone so soft that it was difficult to tell if it was from her own mind or another source. The only clue that let Morgana come to the conclusion that this was not her consciousness speaking was the manner of the person's words. This was not the way she normally spoke, which meant that someone else had just came into this situation. Glancing down at the horse again, she certainly knew that this creature wasn't the one that contacted her, and yet there was definitely no one else around that she could detect. How odd that someone could hide from her extra heightened senses.

In either case, the voice only told her what she was thinking about doing, anyways. There was something more to this being that met the eye, and Morgana could sense that much. Flicking her wrist, her whip twisted and turned to wrap around her shoulder. She wasn't in any need of it for her next plan, which she took no moment of pause for. Leaping from the tree, Morgana aimed to land directly onto the horse and her hands moved to grab a hold of its mane, leaving the reins free. If she was going to ride a horse, she was going to do so as bare as she could make the horse. Saddles and such just weren't this girl's style.

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This place had much more to be afraid of than the vile, drunken beasts that stumbled across the streets. Morgana paid close attention to the man that was just thrown out of the bar, eyeing him from a safe distance as she stood on the rooftop of a nearby house. His slurred threats painted a rather disappointing picture for her, but in the fight that had almost taken place between him and the much larger foe that vibrated the ground with each step, she would've picked the tiny, drunken slob anyday. A large build may add brute strength, but there was no challenge if they didn't know how to handle their own size.

"You're positive that he is the one?" Her soft and low voice didn't travel far to reach the ears of the crow that rested on her shoulder. "Well, then. I see our destination, but where is Xantam? And why does he want us here?"

She refused to move from her spot even as the druken brawl was taken into a nearby alley. Morgana's ears perked, catching the various sounds of village as her head twisted from one side to the other and scanned the entire place. He was absolutely no where to be seen, felt, nor heard, which brought a slight boil to the pit of her stomache. This was not a worried feeling creeping up on her; the catious stance she was in had nothing to do with the fact that the Lord she currently served under had been missing for a while, now. No, the feeling that controlled Morgana's skeptical thoughts at the moment was anger. Pure, raw, intense anger. A negative feeling so deep that it made the crow flutter away quickly in fear.

"Still so bitter, I see. Did my lessons teach you nothing, dear one?"

A deafening, high-pitched screech pierced the air as she simultaneously turned around and lashed her whip at the voice that seemingly came from behind her. The stake tip of that whip shot through the chest of a body and nailed it against the wall, but the creature that had just been attacked was not the one whose voice echoed between her ears. They were just a curious human who wondered why a woman was standing on their rooftop at this hour. Morgana smirked as she walked closer to them.

"You should've stayed in bed. Perhaps if you weren't so curious, you would've still been alive." With no mercy or sympathy for the foreigner, the whip ripped back through the human from the way it originally pierced them as she retracted her whip and turned without another word, twitching her ears when the sound of their body hit the rooftop.

The source of that voice came from nowhere else but inside of her thoughts from a memory that she could never escaped, even if she wanted to. It was here in this village that she was "taught a lesson", brutally tortured for countless of days by that bitch of a witch. No one but her held those memories, today. Not a single person alive would know of her past and connection with this place. So, why here? Why, out of all of the places to choose from, did Lord Xantam send her to meet with a stranger here?

She was quite positive that he knew nothing of her troubled thoughts; that was never shared with her clients. But Morgana was not about to let her guard down, either. She remained where she usually did, hidden in the shadows as she clung to the side of the alley wall, watching the interaction between the drunken Dark Lord and the other two creatures that arrived to this meeting, both of whom she had never seen or cared enough to notice before. Quiet and still, an introduction was not needed from her, for now. Morgana just observed, patiently waiting to see if this man would give them the answers that they needed about her true Dark Lord's whereabouts.

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