Lost, but never forgotten...

"And who..." a long haired man clad in white, perched casually atop a snag some distance off, began. "...might you be talking to?"

He'd been there for a long time and just recently woke up. The spirit that lived in him... the creature, seemed to have afforded him a small bit of camouflage in his sleep, but he hadn't triggered it himself. The spirit did it of its own accord, and he still didn't know quite how to communicate with it. He needed consistency of these powers in fights, and it bothered him more than a little bit that he couldn't achieve that. "I apologize for my rudeness. This place is new to me and I always see people talking to the thin air."

His brow furrowed as he stared at the black trunk of the tree. "I imagine it is none of my business. I should be going home soon."

The man had a polite nature, and turned his eyes to meet those of the stranger. The scleras thereof were as black as the night surrounding them, and his irises were a very light, almost grey lavender in some areas, but gave the overall effect of whiteness, as the moon did. A look of slight confusion played across his face for a moment. "That is a good question. I came to the city because I heard there might be some pleasant souvenirs for my wife and kids. I grew weary and had to rest here."

The man had no sensing to discern the familiar spirit within the other, but he introduced himself all the same. "My name is Zladko, but from my youth I have been known as Wolf. I come from a realm far removed from this one. I believe you all refer to it as Ancient Yochi. I suppose 'ancient' is in the eye of the beholder."

He smirked and hopped down off of the dead wood, landing in a crouch before standing and extending his hand in a universal gesture of friendship. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

The man looked off towards the stars on the horizon, giving the question genuine thought. Honestly, he had heard of many wonders in the present, and he assumed stores would be just overloaded with all manner of trinkets for him to choose from. However, he hadn't come across a store, yet, and he had only stories of wonders to go on. "I am not sure. I have heard many stories. I suppose I would want to get my smallest son one of those strange things that tastes like fruit, but is not fruit. I would want to get my daughter a watch. She always liked little devices. I want to fetch one of those fish that glow from their bodies for my other daughter, and for my wife I would like a fine piece of jewelry. I have heard that the jewelry here is better than the jewelry in my time."

His eyes resettled on the young man before him. "I am sorry to hear about your house. If you need a place to stay, you can come with me when I return home... unless you prefer your own time."

Wolf, though usually given to lengthy silences unless discussing his family, attempted to be conversational. After all, he knew very little about this man besides him and knew only what he'd heard about the modern age. "So I suppose that was your father in the ground?" he said, assuming that since the names had been the same, then he must be the junior. "I am surprised that they have not found a way to keep people living indefinitely. I have heard that it is possible for them to put your soul into a machine now."

He tried to keep the conversation off of supernatural matters, but apparently that was all he knew.

"Oh..."

So the future was incomprehensible. Something like one's soul going into a machine made sense, but just coming back as a person left him a bit confused. "I imagine it is."

A silence ensued. The stranger walked, his eyes on the path ahead and walking even with the other.

The ancient warrior failed to understand most things about this time period, but the taint of evil he felt floating around his presence, the blue mist hanging like menace itself on the air, transcended time. Evil.

The man moved protectively, his arm out to his side as though to guard his partner. "I must apologize if I am the cause of this inconvenience," he murmured, holding his hand out, open-palmed, and concentrating. He'd done this before, he could do it again. The spirit inside him seemed to channel magic energy, and blue, glowing particles materialized out of the air, streaking to the outstretched hand and forming a large, translucent blue ball that sent off visible curls of cold air.

He closed his fist, crushing the ball, and it instantaneously spread out and solidified into the form of a lance, frost particles thrown from the force. This lance he began to twirl about threateningly before finally settling into a combat ready pose, one foot forward, one arm crossed in front of him, and the spear held at a diagonal angle to the right of his back and pointed down, the tip ready to snap up like a serpent at his will and draw blood from any creature unfortunate enough to be in its path. "I have heard this somewhere before."

Without a second word, the nagul would dash forward quickly, removing a monster's head before it could gain its bearings. A flash of white and he was back to his former spot, looking around at the rising zombies. "Awful lot of them."

Honestly, he wanted a way out before they noticed the two men standing in their midst weren't of their own kind.

"Not well enough, apparently..." the man growled anxiously at the sight of the gravestones popping up. He was entirely too sexy to die by way of a zombie horde.

The form of the other impressed him significantly, especially since he'd assumed the other naqual was just a normal human. He paid dearly for his distraction, as the suddenly found himself surrounded on all side by the loathsome lurchers.

"Guh!" He stuck his spear out plainly, allowing the airborne corpse to impale himself on its length. He swung the stick, still with the leaping zombie on it, straight into the one getting ready for a tackle, but the last one managed to claw at him, cutting cleanly through his flesh and shirt and leaving most of his torso exposed, four lines of blood leaking gently down his back. Wolf gritted his teeth and growled, turning and, without thinking about it, sending a beam of ice straight through the zombie. "Uhh? What?"

That hadn't happened ever before. However, the beam did leave a slight clearance in its path for him to attempt to run through, and he did have the presence of mind to try to make it through, hopefully before the crowd closed in...