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Deep within the forest, not a creature stirred. Tension hung thick in the air, smothering out the crickets, frogs, birds. Everything. The wind didn't even dare rustle the leaves overhead. It was still. Little sunlight graced the forest floor under the towering giants which absorbed the warm rays, and yet, it was hot. A sticky hot, the one that makes the air heavy, thick with moisture. Great for plants, not so for the creatures that scampered about. At least, not those that weren't used to such an environment.

A flash of light darted through the trees and under the large, voluptuous leaves that clung to the knarled roots of trees. The pixie moved with lightning speed, desperately searching for the inhabitant to the deepest part of the woods. A hand moved out from between some brush and the small, glowing creature paused. Was that what it was looking for? The hand with its long, pointed nails opened and closed, beckoning the small flying creature to it. The arms were marked with what looked like deep gashes turned scars, many of them in pairs and surrounded by some sort of tribal paint and splotches of color.

It was then that the owner of the arm appeared, unblinking from the brush moving across his face. Black eyes took hold of the creature, and the odd head dressing of animal skulls, a mess of matted, dred-locked hair. The face was only the beginning, although it was marked with paints, scars and the rather eerie fully black eyes that never blinked. As he stepped out--and it was apparent that the creature was a male by the bare chest covered by scars carved out of his flesh to look like bones and skulls--the non-human lower portion of him appeared as well, the half-stag body covered with the same markings and scars, feathers tied around one ankle.

The pixie rushed to the still-extended hand, landing on it and looking up at the centaur. A deer centuar to be more specific, the only confirmed centaur widely known about. While others stayed hidden away, Witch Doctor preferred to be known, and if he was the 'only one,' then others would seek him more often. However, the fact that he was, in fact, a witch doctor able to conjure up spells and curses only made him that much more sought out. The problem was finding him. He leaned in close, letting his ear rest near the glowing, winged creature of the mystical forest. It raddled off something in its native tongue, only understood by other pixies and the witch doctor.

"Strangers? In the forest? Hm.." He seemed to digest the information, letting his tongue roll out and wet his lips slowly. The pixie only grew more impatient, more scared. "Fret not, little one. They may, in fact, be seeking my counsel. Let them be and keep your distance. Tell the others, love." Sure, Witch Doctor could find out if there really were people within the forest seeking his help, his magic, but he always like the surprise. Eternal life was boring if one knew what was to happen at every given moment. And, with the witch doctor's assurance and consolance, the pixie flew off, giving a thanks in its language. "I guess we wait, hm?" A brow rose over black eyes, watching as the pixie took off toward the tree tops where the rest of its kin resided.

Yujin slowly walked forward, each step was careful to avoid doing anything he shouldn't... He stopped his teps when he finally found the one he was looking for... Moving slowly closer, he watched the other for a few moments before he slowly moved and knelt before him... "Are you the Witch doctor?" he asked softly.

Witch Doctor was patient in waiting for his visitor to arrive. If there was something he had, it was time as it did not affect him. Black-sclera'd eyes focused on the figure that came out of the woodwork and knelt before him. He was silent for a few moments, watching the other. Finally, he gave a nod, answering his question. "Yes, I am the Witch Doctor." He stated simply, shifting to a more human appearance--all of his physical features remained except that his centaur body turned to human legs covered with the same scar patterns, his groin covered by long leather cloth. "You seek counsel, no?" He wet his lips, looking to the treetops. "I hope also that you know my services, in fact, are far from free."

Yujin slowly stood once more.. "I'm not necessarily here for counsil.. But to learn from you.. If oyu'd let me... To be your apprentice.. or even your assistant... I'm learning how to use my magic, and i've heard you're the best to learn from.."

Witch Doctor eyed him suspiciously. It wasn't that he was the best to learn from, but the most commonly thought of when it came to magic. Dark magic, that is. Unfortunately, not many knew that little detail. He moved forward, his right hand moving to rest over the stranger's heart. His eyes closed and his head tipped back as he read the energies within the man who sought apprenticeship.

Black-sclera'd eyes opened moments later and turned on the man just taller than him. "You have a neutral energy.." He said softly, almost disbelieving. It had been many years since he had come across one without an alliance. And he had eaten the essence of the other to prevent him from chosing one. But, there was something different about this one. "What is your name?" He asked softly, eyes never leaving the taller man.

Yujin watched as the other stepped closer, and he stayed put when the hand laid ovr his chest... When the other 'came back' from whatever test he gave, he listened, then answered, "Yujin" he stated softly.. Giving just his name, as that was all that was asked of him.

"Yujin.." He repeated, his eyes seeming as distant as his voice. Again, Witch Doctor was silent as he assessed the other. It wasn't as if he clock was ticking and he needed someone to carry on the legacy and teachings, but if the other truely wanted to learn, it would still come at a price. "You are aware that your energy can be influenced, yes?" He raised a brow, not really giving him time to answer before continuing. "And that I deal in the dark magics." It was more of a statement, but if he were to do as Witch Doctor wished, he needed to know. "If you're alright with this.." He looked back up and into the Yujin's eyes, "you'll give your soul to me. I'll teach you everything you want to know and more. You'll be my assistant. For eternity." His features never quivered, his eyes never wavering. It was the ultimate price to pay, but he couldn't risk someone running about doing his job, now, could he?

Yujin stayed put, standing silently, watching him... He knew what it would mean, but he knew the Witch Doctor required a price for anything... He slowly gave a nod... "It's yours" he stated softly..

A wicked grin spread across his features. His finger tips pressed against Yujin's chest, the pressure growing and growing until they pushed past the skin and muscle. Wita's body tensed as his hand was forced through flesh and bone. Even though Yujin didn't do it intentionally, his will fought back against Wita's intruding hand. Not that the lack of his soul in his body would change him any, but it would keep him bound to Wita for eternity. Wita's hand clasped around Yujin's heart and started retracting, only, the muscled organ didn't come with his hand, but the soul that resided there. With a jerk of his hand, he pulled it free, stumbling backward some by the sheer force it took to bring his hand and the soul back to him.

He looked down at it, a bright blue flame that held neither heat or chill. Wita leaned down over it, opening his mouth and drawing it in, absorbing it into his being. He looked back to Yujin, a red welt in the shape of his hand growing on his chest over his heart. Most probably it would turn ito a scar to show that his soul had been claimed by another. "There is no going back, you know. Should you wish to be free, I must kill you. And only I can do that."

Yujin's eyes had closed tightly wincing a bit, but he didn't pull back.. He agreed to this, he knew what he was getting himself into... He winced stumbling a bit as Wita pulled.. His eyes opened to watchin him absord his soul... His own soul... Yujin wasn't to phased by it.. and the mark he now bore? Why, a sign of pride in his opinion... The great With Doctor wouldn't take just anyone's soul, right? Just those worthy, right? Exactly his thinking... "I understand" he stated softly in responce. HE felt a bit light headed... he wondered if he should sit down...

Wita's eyes closed, his body twitching some as the soul tried it's hardest to escape, but, with time, it was absorbed into him, sealing the deal. "Kneel." He said simply, waiting for him to do so. Surely he had to feel some sort of side effect from having his soul ripped from his body. Once the other was kneeling, Wita stepped over, cupping Yujin's cheeks in his hands and tipping the others head up toward him. "Now, to corrupt your energy.." He applied pressure at the hinges of Yujin's jaw to make his mouth open. He leaned down, opening his own and hovering closely. With an exhale, a dark matter emerged from Wita's parted lips, moving into the cavity of Yujin's mouth and waiting for him to inhale. His grip on the others face tightened as the corruption would hurt, turning his energy against him until it took over all of him and settled.

Yujin didn't argue when he was told to kneel, in fact he pretty much dropped to his knees... He slowly looked up at the with doctor as he stepped closer blinking slwoly as he looked up at him... He swallowed hard, but soon his mouth was forced open, and his eyes closed tightly.. He didn't know what exactly was happening, all he knew was that his entire body seemed to be on fire, that whatever the witch doctor forced into him was trying to tear him apart.