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(demon side in total control)

Errol struggled in Scotts grap and kicked him in the stomach, his eyes glowing an eerie red.

(i see) alex looked at a very odd kitsune his fur looked gray "hold his feet down" looked back at the female kitsune and nodded she came up to errol and entered his mind

Errol struggles to free himself

both scott and the gray kitsune held him down tighter as the female kitsune finished entering his mind looking for the true errol

(ummm.... demon and ange aren't the true errol. he's actually a mix of both.)
his eyes widen as the kitsune enters his mind, and he falls silent, and no more struggling

(g2g)

(oh) the kitsune trys to find the problem

throws up barriers to try and stop her

the kitsune broke through the barrier swith slight difficultty and tried to find a way to help him

"gah!" Errol struggles to attack the kitsune, but finding that he can't, he withdraws into his mind. :: so you want a fight, do you? ::

"of course not but i'm trying to find out what is wrong you are becomeing violent" she says trying to calm him down in a sootheing tone

:: has it occured to you that perhaps i wish not to be cured? i have finally overcome that happy-go-lucky angel and am now in control of this body. ::

"well i'm afraid i'm not leaveing with out making sure the good half is in control" she said simply

:: well then i'll just have to force you to leave. :: a vision of a red eyed, black hair errol with the strange symbols covering his skin appeared in her mind.

she screams but ignores it and forces the redeyed errol back in submission

Errol goes limp in his captive's arms. the demon errol in his mind screams as a white wingsed errol tackles him. ::find the boy.:: the winged being shouts over his shoulder

she nodded and went looking for errol

Demon errol and angel errol continued there fight as the doors in errol's mind opened to the kitsune.

she entered calmly but carefully "hello?"

the wall before her is covered in a thick layer of vines covered in thorns. hung in a cross position and supported by the vines, as well as trapped by them, hangs a white clad errol. not the angel or demon version, but a mixture of them. the symbols cover the visible part of his arms and one of his blue eyes. his silvery hair hung across his face. "who are you?" his voice echos around the room as he looks up.

jumping from vine to vine to him "i'm a tribe member of alex xanatos and trying to free you" she said soothingly