Belwyn Lake [Battle Royale]

Tristen moved through the woods with a purpose his black cloak whipping wildly in the wind as he ran, The trees seemed to be blur until he stepped and jumped over a small creek in his way. Tristen stopped and relaxed he knew the battle would come and it would be long and very destructive, His aura burned with anticipation the ones coming were of great power he knew. Tristen leaped from the ground his body shooting through the air as he landed on the branch of a large oak tree, The katana on his stood stiff and relaxed barley swinging in his movements. Tristen felt the slight bounce of his dagger on his right hip with each movement he made, The trench blades on his left hip remained unmoving the coldness of the metals digging through his shirt did not bother the male as he locked his light blue gaze on the meadow. Tristen slipped the hood of his cloak up to cover his face as his light blue gaze darkened into a dull dark blue, Tristen jumped from the tree branch his 6 foot frame moving though the sky as if a dark shadow. He moved through the dark night sky with a smirk until he landed on the ground in a crouch his muscles tensed up then fell into relaxation. He stood and began to walk towards the meadow where the battle was to take place the power of the elements and their secondary forms wood ice, lighting , thunder, storm, metal, His training in the shadows and the manipulation of his aura would also become a great weapon in this battle. As he stepped into the meadow Tristen noticed a female standing not to far from him, He pulled the cloak around his frame and began to walk towards her as his aura began to calm down to that of a newborn vampire maybe a few days old, He did not wish to let his true strength be revealed just yet. He turned and stood next to her staring into the night sky with a wild look in his eye and s smirk on his face, as he thought to himself "Won`t be long now."

The dark night was not natural. There was something chilling about it, something alive. Darkness seemed to flow along with the wind, watching. There was no escape from the darkness, for the darkness came along with the night. And along with it a Wreach. The others had aura’s, this was an aura of nothingness. It was a constant, soothing struggle against the minds of those present. They would be weakened slowly, and be exposed to NightWreach’s telepathic prowling. The creature himself was more than simply quiet, his movements made no noise, and only barely disturbed the molecules with his movement. He was using his Senses to edit the world, and to remove his trace from it. NightWreach was not breathing, indeed he needed no air. His presence was not welcomed by the air, only by the darkness. “Father.” It whispered ominously. “Father, father, father.” It was a call for him, and he came. Black wings, thirty feet across, had been spread out, next to invisible in the night sky. An eight foot, two thousand pound creature was carried on those gigantic wings, flowing through the wind as if it wasn’t there. NightWreach, the silent giant, seemed to move to his own laws of gravity. This Wreath could influence everything in molecular design, but his greatest weapon was NightFall, and not far behind it was Black Lightning. Black Lightning trailed silently behind his Black Gauntlet, on his left hand. In his right was NightMourne, his six foot long long sword. The sheath it had been in a few moments before was on his left side. Attached to a black leather belt, it ran down the side of his bare, muscled leg, only covered by a brief, black cloth clovering, to conceal his manhood. The creature’s body was concealed in the thick darkness, but his muscles were thick, gigantic. They ribbed his whole body, packed tight and covered by his dark tan skin. On his right side, sheathed, was a three foot long, seventy pound dagger. In a circle around Astrid, multiple elements appeared. A frozen plant, a burning bush, a ball of pure light, a globe of pure darkness. Around these were, in a circle, faerie fire, revealing Astrid completely to the onlookers. NightWreach could control all elements, as well as use necromancy, fell magic, and arcane magic, but he chose to use only a few of his powers, to reveal a small portion of his abilities to his opponents, to his prey. With another flap of his mighty wings, NightWreach landed silently among the woods, gazing with his green, crimson rimmed eyes at Astrid and her friend.

Tristen watched as the men blotted out the silvery light of the moon , He snorted slightly as he read their auras. He smirked lightly these men had a strong aura not something he would carelessly let fly. He leaned over to the female and whispered quietly "Madam, Which do you wish to attack?" He waited for the womens reply as he tensed his muscles then loosened them , He breathed out in long slow breathes to regulate his body. He knew this battle would be a long and destructive one. He let his own aura flow around his body, The wind responding to the slight release of his power let a gust of wind blow through the meadow. He turned his dark blue gaze to the men as he watched their winged forms standing not to far from him, He watched as the ground under their feet dented slightly under the heavier ones weight. He relaxed as he looked over them the moon`s pale light giving his Jet-black hair a silvery glow, He chuckled as he watched one of their auras pulse with power. Tristen relaxed and let his body ready to attack or defend on his whim. His own aura began to pulse with a steady rhythm, The power was still seemed to be that of a newborns as he had concealed his true power until he knew he would need it.