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Yor’s back arched as he hissed in pain. He stumbled back his hands shaking as he tried to regain his senses. “Well, didn’t you little lights learn tricks.” he muttered his fingers curing tighter around Thorn’s handle. “Do you know what it’s like?” He asked staring at her. He ran his thumb over the fingers.  “To have all that you worked for, all your effort shunned.” He held up his gun shooting at the guardian.   “To be called the villain because you had to make a greater choice. To loose your light?” He walked the warlock Thorn cozying up to her stomach as he pulled the trigger. “To feel that light die and you did nothing? Perhaps you would like to feel your light die.” Yor said flicking at the helmet of the warlock. “Where is your ghost?” He asked letting the wind move his cloak slightly. “Where is the traveler’s light?”  

    It had all happened so fast. It was most likely because of her state of shock, but when he presses that gun to her helmet, it’s like she lost all control of her limbs. She was frozen, staring up at him as she screams at herself to move, to react — But it’s too late. A strangled shriek leaves her lips as the knife stabs into her shoulder, but she doesn’t have long to do so before that strong hand clasps at her throat ; harshly cutting her sound short.

   Muta’s already crying, tears pouring behind the helmet as she pries at his hand, desperately trying to free herself from his grip with no avail. But that method is instantly and replaced with pure instinctive terror. Terror in the form of raging arc energy as she grabs his leg and wrist, sending the vicious lighting through his frame.

    She was dangerously close to blacking out from her fear, and thus reacted much like a caged, prodded animal. She can’t stop her sobbing, her whimpering, but she will not let him kill her.

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“I am yes.” He said tilting his head as he crouched down close. “I am Dredgen Yor. It’s a bit of a dull name isn’t it?” He said chuckling. “Just so expected for a villain.” He said taking out thorn. He placed the barrel to the center of the warlock’s helmet. “All cause I decided to try a new path. I tried to utlize resources that weren’t in the light’s agenda.”  He moved quickly stabbing the warlock in the left shoulder. He left the blade there his hand going up to squeeze her neck.  “Not even the light can answer how to save it.” He said squeezing the throat of the warlock as he stood up dragging the body with him. “So why not seek a middle ground. Break a few eggs like our ancestors have. It’s all for the greater good. That’s what they say.” He rambled letting go and pulling out his knife. 

     She knew he was lying. He didn’t feel like a normal Guardian. There as no warmth, no light within him. He felt dark, he SOUNDED dark. His voice makes a chill run down her spine alone, but when he begins to advance, the Warlock takes a swift few steps back, slipping ever so slightly in the snow below her.

      “ Y–… You’re — “ She can’t bring herself to speak out of sheer fear of her realization.

      It was him. It was the Hunter, Dredgen Yor. It was him! She’d read of him in books, heard of him from whispers around the Tower and encryptions left behind… He was here now, up on this mountain. 

      With her.

     Her breath stops, but she feels her fingers grow stiff and twitch as Arc energy racing through her veins. The closer he got, the more powerful the energy grew out of sheer terror.

      “ You’re him — D-Dregden Yor… —- “

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“It’s always a pleasure when a position of power acknowledges the flaws that have been creeping about the land.” The man said standing up. His body swayed as he walked. The man pulled his hood further over his helmet. “I always enjoy meeting little lights that seem to think there is only one path. So narrow and always tittering. Does it get tiring staying in the light?” He asked walking towards a tree. “it must be tirign sitting on the throne of a lord. So much light to match, but not enough to save people is it?” 

Efrideet had heard of this Guardian, as if she could even call him that. She wasn’t here as an Iron Lord exactly, as if they really had any sort of ‘official’ capacity. She was here because she knew of his reputation and every now and again it was not unheard of for the young Iron Lord to go off on her own and ‘deal with’ a situation or two. She could be arrogant sometimes; just because the others told her to stay out of something for her own good didn’t mean that Efrideet always listened.

                “A pleasure, is it?” she responded with a raised eyebrow.

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The man laughed tilting back to look at the other. A light source, something to feed this hunger. The black cloak of the man brushed across the snow wind kicked up. “Just another guardian on a mission.” The man said flexing his hand slowly. He ran his fingers along the snow leaving grooves as he hummed. “Why did you come up here?” He asked rolling his neck. Just a small light for now, something needs to go back and warn the guardians. Where was the fun if they never knew he was there? 

    The voice startled her to the point where she slips in the snow, looking around frantically until she saw the source — Which didn’t settle her mind at all. In fact, she was frightened almost into silence. She has to force herself to speak, but because of that fact her voice was muted to a whisper, a trembling murmur.

    “ Wh– Wh-Who are you… — ? “

    Her hands tremble, going to brush off the cold snow from her legs.

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“To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from an Iron Lord?” Yor said adjusting his cloak. He tilted his head at the younger one. He had never faced an Iron Lord before. Perhaps they were better matches then what the crucible had to offer. 

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@asccndant  “Another seeking power.” Yor commented to himself standing up slowly. “What do you seek from me little light?” The ragged man asked moving slowly to face the guardian. 

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“A bright light seeking out knowledge no doubt.” The man rasped not moving from his pace by the ridge. He let his legs hang over the edge staring out at the landscape. His head twitched making the fabric of his cloak move. “Are you apart of that group I’ve heard so much about?” He asked taking a deep breath before releasing it slowly.  

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withlvov  The guardian tilted his head looking at the titian. “My, so many venturous guardians. Does your vanguard know you’ve strayed this far?” The cloaked man said sitting on a bolder. He kept track of the movement of the other. It had been so long since he had consumed any light. He sat up straight hearing a stray ghost. “Did come seeking wisdom or something more valuable?” 

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aimgore  The guardian opened his eyes slowly. It wasn’t hard to pick up the new presence, probably another seeking out thorn. The guardian leaned on his knees overlooking the canyon. “Can I help you?” He rasped his voice cracking from it being unused. “Or are you lost little light?” A smiled played on masked lips.  

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Like for a starter! 

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“Is there something you need?” The hunter asked pushing the chamber out to take stock of his ammunition. 

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“Hello Guardian.” 

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“Name...” He echoed smiling under his mask. He eyed the hand cannon, it was Thorn but it would due for now. His hand shot out grabbing the back of Andal’s neck bringing his knee up to knock the man in gut. A free hand slide up along Andal’s side pulling the Hand cannon out from it’s holster. “Name’s aren’t important here.” He muttered gripping the other’s neck tightly. He shoved Andal into the sand looking at the hand cannon. “I can tell you many names, just pick one and that is my name.” 

[ ♠️ ];; Andal listened to the man’s words and look at his actions. He had heard many stories about Guardians interacting with the Hive. People who came back developed mental and physical issues and it had others in fear. Maybe it wasn’t too late to help Yor, just like Eris and a few. Although, he was not the type to mess with whatever the hell they bring back or say.

“What is your name?”

Andal moves over to Yor to check his condition, while ACE stay behind him, checking their perimeter for any enemies on the radar.

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“It is best to leave it with an old fool then young fool. All roses need skilled hands to care for them. Least they wilt.” Yor said laying back on the hood of the car. He looked up at the sky holding his hand up, “I miss going out there.” Yor confessed to her. “Perhaps little light, you are meant to ensure new light is not consumed by the darkness.” Yor said prodding his ghost, “The amount of empty shells I have found in my ventures is, concerning.”   

*･ﾟ✧ ❁ ✧*･ﾟThere’s a little bzzt! of disapproval of the tapping but there’s an almost familiar way she did it. Like they’ve been through that routine a million times before and it made her both homesick and sick.          "-I never found anyone else. I tried to and I never could. Thought there was something wrong with me if I couldn’t find my Guardian. I hated it. Spent so much time looking for them. For you, technically.“ She had wondered, up until then, why she couldn’t find them. There were times she wondered if her Guardian was just out of reach, out of touch from her guiding Light. Aching to help them but, at the same time, feeling like it was impossible to do so.

Well… At least the Ghost knew they weren’t exactly wrong with that train of thought. In the light of the events.

        ”Looks like some things never change with the passage of time though.” There’s a bitterness to her words now, her nodes dipped and sullen. “Like your need for your Thorn.“

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“What do you want to know of Thorn?” Yor asked staring out at the canyon. “How it works? How guardians think they can wield for the side the light?” Yor said starting to laugh. “There is not much to share that ghastly lore will not tell.”    

                           “ is that not what we all seek? adversaries to the light? the one thing that battles us in power as a way to measure our own? “ and more so to hope they give answers to their own destruction. “ and no, the hive are of the darkness i know, but these here are only pawns in a greater scheme. i have come to learn more of you, more so your thorn. “

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Yor slid down to his knees “Please, help me. I, I lost my fire team.” Yor choked out his hands shaking. “It was so dark in there. They just coming at us.” Yor said coughing more, his hand shook as though he was crying under his mask. “I, we didn’t realize how many were down there. The screeches of the wizards. My, my ghost was devoured by those, those things.” He spat bitterly looking up to Andal. “Why, why would the Vangurad send us down there? I, it was so dark. The floor must have been made of them.” Yor kept spurting, he had gotten good at lying to guardians. Perfected playing the lost and beaten down member. His eyes looked at the man’s ghost, pure traveler’s light, untouched by any darkness that crept closer to a guardian. 

anoldspade   Yor smiled seeing a hunter talking to their ghost. He started to limp towards the pair coughing. “Help!” He called out reaching towards the guardian. He leaned  against the wall. “Help me please!” 

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Yor didn’t take it, “No, it was a gift for someone.” He told her closing his eyes. “Think before you act little light, what you think is terrible is far better then what crawls on the other side.” He stood up walking away from the guardian, “Remember, you can’t take what you have into the dark.” 

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Diana nodded respectfully towards him. She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out an artifact: a sculpture, of sorts, of a rose, the sickly green “petals” emanating dark energy in tendrils. “I found this in some Hive tunnels. I believe this is yours?” She held it out to him.