The rain thundered on the horizon, threatening to pour from the sky in an unrelenting cascade. Nestled in between the two mountains was a small town by the name of Eldrios. It was large enough to have a few hostles and an inn, but small enough to remain elusive to any who were searching for it on a map. It was in this small town that Saevio was staying for a while. The six-foot, one-inch man had sought solice in the upstairs room of an elderly woman's house. She had seen him trudging down the cobblestone streets on her way back from the market and had nagged tirelessly at him until he gave in. Truthfully, the reason he had ever come to such a little place in the world was so that he could still be around civilization, and if he ever lost his control again, the town would be leveled with as few lives lost as possible, as well as no one noticing right away if the village got wiped off of the planet. He looked to the bed in the corner, where, underneath the pillowcase, was a blood-thirsty blade. Enscribed on the hilt of it were runes of a foreign character, yet Saevio knew what it said. "The Sword of Enethia". The entire blade was able to be hidden beneath the pillow, no sign of it showing. Its' length was a little longer than his forearm, the edge glinting a little too brightly. Even now, with it completely hidden, Enethia tempted him. It coaxed him closer, to feed it with the thing it craved most--human blood."No," he growled, ripping his eyes from the weapon. He would not fall prey to it again. Not this time. Poor Saevio, he doesn't know what to do with himself now, came that mocking voice that only he beared witness to. Now was just the time for this nonsense. Groaning in exasperation, he ran his slender fingers through his obsidian black, shoulder-length hair. The candle on the end-table in the corner of the room provided slight illumination, yet just enough for Saevio to see that, when he stood in front of the mirror, his cheekbones looked even more pronounced than normal. He had been eating regularly, retaining all of his weight, so he presumed that it was just the shadows playing off of his face. Oh, dear, sweet Saevio, how long before you murder all of these wonderful people? You can't stay with the rest of humanity. You have been exiled since the day you were born. You know that. Ignoring the voice, knowing it would do no good to argue against the truth in her words, he sighed, murmuring, "You're right, Adsun." As far as he could remember, this woman's voice had been calling to him, mocking him, and providing him with some bit of company amidst his lonliness. He knew it wasn't normal. That there was something wrong with the wiring in his brain. Every now and then, he would see things that he knew in his gut weren't really there. The sensation of magic running through his blood was tempting. Oh, so tempting. It was like a drug addict trying to quit, yet having their obsession rubbed all over them. He had to get the fuck out of that building before it went up in flames--literally. Quickly grabbing his few belongings, he bolted out of the house, mumbling a thanks for the woman's hospitality, but that he had to leave. Racing towards the stable he had lodged his horse in during their stay, he quickly tacked the dapple-grey stallion and mounted, charging out of the stable at a full gallop. Trying to get as far as he could away from that village and the innocent people in it, he headed for the woods, but didn't get very far before small sparks began to fly out from under the horse's hooves. The magic that was bundled up in his body was trying to escape in any way that it could, and since he was touching the horse, the magic flowed down into the animal beneath him, making itself known. Quickly dismounting, he dropped his items and immediately reached into the air just as a massive, swirling amount of energy flowed out of him and lit up the sky like a beacon. The trees within radius went up into flames, instantly turning into ash from the amount of heat that just ripped through them. With a good portion of the forest around him now melted, and the energy containable once more, he stopped his magic stream and collapsed onto his hands and knees, thoroughly spent. His horse nudged him gently with its' muzzle, having been placed under a protective spell for instances just like this. It was designed to keep the stallion and Saevio from harm. Reaching up to weakly pat the horse's neck, he shook his head and clambered up on top of the steed, just needing a place to rest for a little while without moving.