Silence. Tranquility. Wholeness. Vash could feel a certain flow begin to take shape as the silence of the forest enveloped his senses. He had taken the night off of patrol to hone his skills in unarmed combat. The style of the Twisted Claw was now a dead art, the only remaining teachings etched into the dunpeal's memory. If he was ever to pass them on, he would have to practice. So, on this night, that's exactly what he did.

The forms were graceful yet powerful, accentuating the speed and power of the style and the grace and finess natural to a dunpeal. A hand knife to the chest, followed by an upward slash with his claws. The dunpeal looked focused in his work as he made the final leap into the air, spinning in a corkscrew motion as he made the final downward slash of the form. He landed on both feet, crouched with his attacking hand dug deeply into the ground. His shoulders rised and fell with each heavy breath as he tried to catch up with the moment.

Just then, the sound of a falling tree caught his attention. It crashed in the forest like thunder as birds fluttered into the sky to escape. The flock caught the eye of the hunter and he quickly raced off in that direction. It was only a mere few seconds at his blinding speed that he found what he was searching for. X-Oshi, an old aquaintence back when he first came to the school, was training like himself. The simple resistence that the trees brought was a common tool to use when strengthening the body. Vash smirked and lept into one of the trees above, using his dark clothing to conceal his presence in the shadowy boughs of the forest.

"A beautiful night for training, would you not say?" he said in his usual, thick Romanian accent.

"I suppose you deserve that much..." he said, walking towards X-Oshi and pushing his outstretched arm down. "It is also not polite to point."

Vash then began pacing around the boy, looking past everything infront of him as he began to think how to word his situation. Most would agree that he was a monster of sorts, which is why he had to be delicate with such a topic. He also knew Karrody didn't have the greatest reputation about him either. Most likely the antithesis of their culture, Vash despised hurting others, while Karrody seemed to revel in it. That's not to say Vash didn't enjoy it, he simply felt guilty afterwards.

'Hmm...Well, I suppose you could compare me to Karrody, if you know him. We are both half-breeds of a race long thought to be inexistant. A race of dark and demonic creatures who hunt those such as yourself during the night. In short, we are dunpeals, or half-vampire, if you prefer."