9 Shadows on North Peak Part 2

He cast a very uneasy look at Kyera. "Ky… where are we?" Veron's voice had a edge to it and the Tigress smiled knowing she had chosen well. He was aware, even if he wasn't sure what he was aware of. The lingering essence of the god whose hands had shaped this area into the perfect home for one of his most cherished disciples was not easy to detect. Yet She could see by the look in Veron's eyes and the sense of alertness in his face he had not missed the darkness swirling around him. THe very things that made this place home for his beloved stood his hair on end.

"We are here to seek aid for our friend here. Shaman Half Eye should be able to help." Kyera replied squaring her tigress shoulders and hips before sauntering toward the house. Veron hesitated to follow there was something about the way she said his name that worried him. A mix of fear and reverence perhaps? He wondered before following at a distance. The shadows seemed to react as soon as Kyera approached.

Black tendrils like swords dashed out of the shadows toward her, spinning and winding around her. Faster and faster growing darker as if increasing in anger, swallowing the unprotesting woman whole. "KYERA!" Veron screamed yet again in fear as she disappeared from site, but then the wind settled. The angry vortex of shadows seemed to slow and break off from her curling into odd shapes like vines of darkness.

Kyera stood in the same place she had been when Veron lost sight of her. Other than her furr being wind whipped and messy, there was no blood. The tigress stood firm and tall before glancing back at him. "Its over. You may follow me now." Kyera's reassuring voice breaking the icy grip that held his heart and body still. Relief was welcome as it flooded through his limbs and mind.

Veron walked forward cautiously, his eyes darting between shadows. As if playing tricks on him the shadows seemed to form arrows pointing in Kyera's direction. One oddly hand like shadow seemed to shew him toward her. He took the last few steps toward her in one leap. Once he was at her side she shadows swirled lazily as if it was all in his head.

"so are we just going to ignore Kyera, she who Battles with Shadows?" the tiger asked his voice panting and weak as the poison seeped deeper into his system. Kyera and Veron shot him a look. Thankfully there seemed to be movement inside the cottage. A human form stretched across the window pane.

She went on ahead, stopping at the Door. After looking for a knocker on the thick wood, she found none. Instead the great cat like body reared back on its hind feet, reached tall to the top of the door and drug her claws down it. A great groan was created by her claws catching and slicing through small sections of the wood. Before she made it halfway down the door there was noise of banging and scuttling inside.