*As he walks down the main road of the tiny village, setting below the knights castle, he stops at a blacksmiths and pickts up a well built blade and mail shit, one of two steels melded into one, he looks over the sword and mail with a keen eye and nods. Four gold coins he gives the smith along with a nod of the good work. He smiles at the work, and then frowns as the past rushes in.* They will pay! a small trail of tears rush down his face They will pay..*he looks to the skies, his eyes no longer a soft blue..but black..He takes the chain mail and sword and put them on....as he walks away to the north, he thinks of the one who gave him life again, its been long sence she left to attened to her position and he can't blame her for tendending to state....he mutters a soft prayer to her, that the gods will see her safe.*

Be well ma luv...*hangs a celtic pendon upon a post near by..holding a few cattle within*..Live long and prosper my love.

*trots off down a worn road, leading into the high mountains*

~ a figure watched Neal's strange behaviour from a short distance away. She knew that something was going on with Neal but also knew that she wouldn't be able to figure it out in close quarters. She took her leave from Neal several weeks ago under the guise of going back to Norworld to take care of some business. In fact , she had been preparing to follow him and find out what was going on...

He hadn't been the same since she had rescued him from that snowy hilltop.......~

*as he moves up to the high passes he grins, not one of good, but one of the deaths that will be bought by his sword and arrows. He will make them pay by the blood of there warriors, and others if need be. The hatred burns in his blood, and slowly he become a animal, driven by the smell of blood and the thrill of the kill....anger consumes him...he spots his first kills high in the pass..they lounge by a fire trusting in thier arms...the arrogance..the wolf moves in close and waits, the dark will kill them. He waits until the the dark has come and slowly makes his way to the watchmen, there is one taking watch by the fire..fool..the arrow slices his vocal cords and wind pipe..he dies without a sound..the other two stir some what at the sound of a body falling..one opens his eyes to see a ark of silver and red haze, the other runs a few steps and sees his death upon him..he is young and beges for his life..but all he sees is black in the eyes of his death, and the sound of sucking air as his throat is cut..........the wolf gathers what he needs from thier gear...and looks for the next watch*