|.Never Forget That Which Was.
The silence wasn't given a chance to return. For instead of being rendered speechless by those words, the Energy known
once as Hy-Kilh opened his incorporeal mouth and began to laugh. At first the sound was grating, raw and savage like a
scheming mastermind. Then it began to taper off, dwindling down until was eventually smothered by gasping breath.
Lu-Nahl watched his Brother's near hysteric reaction, his paws relaxed but posture defensive. It was clear to him that he was
expecting something more than just the Energy's unbridled amusement. Yet for all his planning, all his preparation, it would
seem that it was laughter that would catch him off guard.
Hy-Kilh continued to laugh until the need for 'air' became too pressing. His eyes were flashing as he looked back at the
Raveen. "Oh, that is priceless," he wheezed, "Please, tell me another one."
There was a passing thought that ran through Lu-Nahl's mind. Like a scattering ant just crossing his path in the middle of
nowhere it asked; 'Do Energies actually breathe? Or is it the memory of having to breathe that makes them.... Continue it?' It
was a distracting question, one that made the red and white Raveen stare hard at the Energies around him.
'They're all breathing like the living. Does that mean they can suffocate as well? Or does the soul only remember the
necessity of air because it wishes it could taste it still?'
Hy-Kilh slowly reigned himself in. Lu-Nahl hadn't replied, hadn't offered the slightest inclination that he had been joking
around. And his tail, as incorporeal as it may be, didn't feel like it was being pulled. Amusement fled, and something akin to
winter's cold seeped through him. "You're serious. You're really serious about this."
No response. Not that he expected one, Lu-Nahl seemed to be lost in thought as he gazed around their surroundings. And in
this state, Hy-Kilh wasn't privy to the thoughts of the other Raveen. A forced spectator, one who could interact with the living,
but not to the full extent of what he could have in life. Damn how he hated it.
"How?" He asked, then gasped, "When? Why now?"
Lu-Nahl shifted to look back at the Energy, the violet fabric in his mane ruffling with the slight movement. "Which would you
prefer I answer?"
"All of them."
"That's asking a lot," Lu-Nahl mused. "More than you might conceive it to."
"I'm not really in a position to care much," Hy-Kilh scowled. "So save your flimsy excuses, and flashy dramatics. Just tell me
what's going on. Why were you looking for them now, of all times?"
The white Raveen looked skyward, eyes lingering on the bleeding moons. A few weeks ago it was the Eclipse, a moment in
time when the two complete Moons overlapped each other for a full day's time. So much had happened that day, but none of
it stuck with the solitary Raveen. No, as much destruction that happened from the Border Breach, none of it mattered. For it
was the Eclipse itself that remained hauntingly in Lu-Nahl's mind.
Burned there like a branding. He couldn't shake off the visual of the bleeding Eclipse. Others might not have noticed the
difference in it this last time; but he had.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked the Energy, voice smooth and velvety.
"We call this night," was the sarcastic response. Lu-Nahl shot him an exasperated look, and the Energy just motioned for the
Raveen to get on with it already.
"It's that time again," he said, words cautious as he edged closer to his undead Brother. The Energies around them seemed
to notice the action, and grew ever curiouser. What was so important that they couldn't be allowed to overhear it? They
strained their ears forward, creeped closer, and tried to gleam whatever they could from the words.
Hy-Kilh's eyes were dark and hazy. "That time...?" He pressed.
"It's been forty-five years," Lu-Nahl explained, "Forty-five years, Brother. Do you remember what that means?"
For an Energy time didn't mean much anymore. It could be a day later, or thousands of years later, and still seem like the
endless repetition of the days before. Sometimes it was better not to keep track. Other times it drove one mad not to.
"Forty-five years?" He blinked. "Already?"
"Yes," Lu-Nahl grinned, the expression foreign on his face. "In a couple weeks it'll happen again. As it always does."
"......" Clearly at a loss of what to say, the Energy just watched his Brother and waited. Waited for that other rock to drop.
"With them I can get in, and get Them out." Lu-Nahl's eyes were burning with ellation.
"That's insane," Hy-Kilh commented before he could stop himself. "...But. I'd probably do the same if I could." He waved a
transparent paw about, "But obviously I'm in no position to do so. Damn.... Shit. You get to have all the fun - you and Ja-Kul
both. Somedays I just really want to tear into your corpses."
"I wouldn't call it fun," his expression flipped back to impassiveness. "It's nothing but necessary."
"Necessary?" The Energy grinned. "You sound like that other bastard I know. All talk about what is and isn't necessary. You
didn't go and turn all Seer Class on us, did you Brother?"
Clearly not understanding the implications, Lu-Nahl just raised a tentative brow in response.
"Nevermind," Hy-Kilh responded. "Obviously you've been out of the loop for too long."
"Strange that it would be the dead Brother to say that."
"Just cause I'm dead doesn't mean I'm an idiot. I had a great run, Brother. It just ended sooner than I expected it to." Hy-Kilh
shot a withering look at one of the eavesdropping Energies. "And one of these days... Someone is going to avenge me. If it's
not you, and not Ja-Kul, then it will be whatever fool allows for me to take up residence in their body."
Lu-Nahl ignored the other Energies for the most part. There wasn't enough information being laid out for them to do anything
disastrous with it. Nothing more than needed to be said; nothing more than what could be understood only by those who it
affected. It was the only way to speak in such a public setting.
"So you plan to possess a willing host," Lu-Nahl commented. "And free yourself."
"We all do here," Hy-Kilh said. "It's part of our daily prayer. 'Please, whatever Gods are out there... Bring me a Body.'" He
chuckled. "But I'm not a fool. There's enough wanderers who enter these parts for one of them to fall prey to my persuasive
ways. It's just a matter of finding the right fit. I don't want just any damn vessel. But they can't be weak in body. Just weak in
mind and soul... so that I can crush them from within, and expel them from their own bodies."
"Sounds like you've been planning this for some time, little Brother."
"Ever since I died, and woke up here." He growled, then; "I take that back. Ever since I woke up in that damn Teczra District
and saw Him.... Rishta, how I wish he'd pass through here one day. I'd force my way into his body and throw his soul out here
for all eternity. Twisted son of a bitch, he deserves all this and more."
Lu-Nahl's ears swivel off to the side. "You do realize.... "
"That it can't be done?" Another growl. "I know that, Brother. It's not like I haven't already tried it enough times not to. But
that's not going to stop me dreaming about the day, the one time, it actually works in my favour. It'll come."
"Hn," he glanced away, then smirked a little, "I guess you could afford to hold your breath now."
"Shut the hell up," Hy-Kilh said, but his tone wasn't threatening. "Do you have any idea how much it hurts to not breathe?
You'd think it'd be all cheery, la la, no need to take in the bloody air of this damned realm anymore what with being dead and
all.... But no! The body... the soul... the ...whatever the hell it is I have now! It keeps wanting it! And damn it if you don't
breathe it feels like your body is shutting down -- and then guess what? It doesn't even kill you. Just makes you feel like a
Zethn went and chewed you up."
'Well,' Lu-Nahl thought, 'I guess that answers that question...'
The two were drawn away from their words, and whatever other scenarios they might have led to, when a third speaker
"You're not allowed to be here."